Synopsis.
Albert lives a century or two in our future, in a little town called Busselton in Western Australia, and has decided to explore an abandoned nuclear shelter that has somehow escaped looting. He has already hiked across the land for some weeks to the distant Porongorup mountains and has found the ruins of the abandoned roadhouse marked on his map as the beginning of the trail to the Shelter.
The Story.
As he approached he saw a clump of bright green trees, not at all native to the region, that stood out from the fawns and greys of the open forest with unusual clarity, such trees usually living on after the settlement which had planted them had died out. These did in fact shelter an old concrete service station and several mounds of grass-covered ruins from which peeped sheets of old plaster, shards of glass, and a scattering of bricks, lying in all directions over the uneven surfaces.
Now the task became delicate. Surprisingly enough, Albert found the trail with little difficulty for it was still quite visible and even appeared to be in human use.
The next day the sun shone on the wet hills and Albert made his way up the track into the mountains, anxiously looking about him for any signs of life, but finding the bush empty of all creatures, natural or supernatural, human or animal, except for a few magpies, singing querulously from the higher trees. Nothing else interrupted the peaceful nature of his walk and before midday Albert stood on a great horizontal slab of rock at the base of a small cliff. On closer inspection the rock turned out to be concrete, and there in the cliff was a massive iron door set into the rock face. Embossed on this door were the familiar words "Personnel and Equipment Shelter 57". That it should all prove so easy was beyond all expectation and it was almost without surprise that, when he tried the door, he found it swung smoothly inward.
At this stage any prudent person would have hesitated and asked themselves if perhaps the Shelter was as abandoned as they had assumed it to be, but Albert was not prudent, otherwise of course he would never have come on this quest. So it was that he pushed his way in and found himself in a long tunnel cut from the living rock and lined with small glowing lights.
At this point, from far away, came the tramp of feet and the sound of voices. Albert stood still, his heart pounding. Ghosts? Robot guardians? Other plunderers?
His treatment as a prisoner was, however, of a most benevolent kind and after a few hours in a small, well-furnished room, he was taken before the Administrator, as the woman in charge of this underground community was called. She was a tall rangy woman, not much past fifty, but extremely fit for her age and she wore a strange grey jump suit, gathered at ankles and wrists. Her hair was long and lustrous, and dark brown, and showed no sign of grey. She had high cheek bones and grey eyes that seemed to twinkle as she spoke to him. She explained that he had stumbled on a group of people who had survived the holocaust of WWIII, and that he was welcome to stay with them (again that tinkle in her eyes), but he would nou doubt understand, seeing their isolation, that they would have to give him a brief medical examination. He nodded and noted how thin the fabric of the jump suit seemed to be. One could easily see the rather lush lines of the woman's body. The woman smiled at him openly now.
"Revealing, isn't it?" she said, running a hand over one of her breasts and pressing the thin cloth close, so that he could see her nipple. He suddenly felt uncomfortable as his tool began to swell. She glanced down at his crutch in a thoughtful way. "You see, we have a little problem here. One of the casualties of this enclosed existence is the male libido, which is near to being non-existent here, so we try to dress to interest our men."
He said nothing, so she motioned him to a padded table in the corner. Two other, younger women, nurses? doctors? also in the revealing grey jump suits, helped him up on the table, drew a screen around him and began to undress him, in spite of his protests. The little brunette with the dark eyes and the pert nose, who seemed to be the one in charge, placed a hand on his shoulder and told him to just calm down and everything would be all right. Her being so close however made him even longer, and he was ashamed to be exposed to total strangers like this. None the less, the women had their way and pulled off his long loose trousers and stout hemp shirt, his sandals and, pulling off his underpants, revealed his erection. It was now pulsing to his heart beat and jerking up regularly from his belly. Rather than being shocked, they seemed instead to find the sight very satisfying. They now checked his pulse, his blood pressure, took a blood sample, and took a swab from the end of his penis, which was now fully erect, for Albert found this treatment rather exciting. The tall blond, whose tits beneath the garment appeared to hang quite low, now frankly took hold of his member and began squeezing it.
"You're quite excited there, aren't you?" she said with a smile. "So you won't mind if we milk some of your semen? For breeding purposes?"
Albert swallowed nervously. "How, er..."