The Broken World Pt 03

The MotherTruck returned almost ten days late, but it was packed. Clara was driving it as we watched them pull up to building four, the cab full of women. Lena and Dahlia followed in two more farm trucks, each pulling horse trailers. Both trucks had several extra women on board.

Lena's trailer had another, smaller trailer behind it. It was one of those cage-style trailers used for lawn or construction equipment and tied up in it were four more men, all but one heavily bandaged.

Clara hopped out of the MotherTruck along with a thin blonde woman who was wearing what amounted to rags. The woman followed Clara as she sauntered over.

'Like a dozen rescued and four men captured and I didn't even have to touch that stupid gun.'

Janice and I laughed. Marisol gave her a look that I had come to realize meant 'you're talking too much.'

Clara continued, 'This is Jordan. She's in charge of the women from the Becker's.'

We all introduced ourselves. Jordan spoke confidently but there was an edge to her voice, as if she could snap at any moment, 'Thank you for your help. I'm not sure how long we could last without power. We didn't want to start a fire and attract more men. I think we've had our fill.'

'What happened to those?' Janice gestured at the men in the cage-trailer.

'When the others hadn't returned after more than a month, we dealt with the ones left behind. We had been the only ones capable of cooking since October, so I just loaded their food up with sleeping pills.'

'How did they get hurt?'

'Some of us, had, errr, frustrations to take out on them.'

Janice looked over at me and I took the hint, 'any of you that is hurt, this is the clinic. I'll stitch up what I can and we have some pills that will probably help with panic.'

Jordan gave me a smile, 'you're a doctor?'

'Veterinarian, close enough.'

Jordan and one other woman were the only ones who didn't have obvious injuries. One of them, Gisele, was in bad shape. The men had amputated both of her lower legs and carved vulgarity into her belly and back. Mika brought out the garden cart and helped her into a bed in the building.

Marisol told Jordan, 'you'll probably feel safer living with each other at first, so we have set it up so three or four of you can stay in in each of buildings seven and eight. The most injured will stay at the clinic until better then we will settle them with the rest of you and start moving furniture back into twelve and thirteen.'

Marnie stepped in, 'I really want to make sure that thirteen is actually liveable, so if anyone feels like crawling around in an attic, I'm asking for help.'

One of the more lucid new women stepped forward, 'I'm Liv, my husband and I ran a contracting business before. I'll help you.'

Brandie also chimed in, 'you know I'll help where I can. Also, new ladies, I'm Brandie and I'm the bouncer around here.'

Lena looked at Janice and I, 'bouncer?'

Janice giggled, 'she got to pick her own title.'

--

Jordan, Mika and I set up Gisele in a room with another rescued, Bella, who was completely noncommunicative. Gisele explained to me that Bella was the men's 'favorite' and that they spent weeks at a time continuously abusing her. Bella, for her part, curled up on her side in a ball, pulled the blanket over herself and immediately fell asleep.

Another woman with severe injuries, mostly badly healed or healing fractures, named Arlene, was put into a room with Keely, who had been tortured for fun, but seemed to be pretty chipper despite it.

I put three of them on antibiotics and gave Bella a Xanax and told Mika not to let her near any other meds or booze for 8 hrs. Mika took out a whiteboard marker and wrote it on the wall.

I then went out to check on my other patients.

--

Lena had brought back two bulls and five cows along with a trio each of stallions and mares as well as two foals and ten calves (all female). All of the animals seemed relieved to be out of the trailers. We had cleared out three two-car garages for the horses and put down hay and soil. Clara seemed genuinely happy to be around the horses and was blabbing away at one of them when I examined it. The horses, for their part, seemed to immediately acclimate to their new homes. Clara showed me where she'd grabbed almost 200 yards of chain link fencing to build them a roaming area.

'Nice, you're excited about these?'

'I never got to do anything like riding horses when I was young, I mean growing up in the city and all of that? But Dahlia showed me how to ride when we were bringing them in and oh my god, It's all I can think about besides dick.'

I laughed. We got them settled and walked over to where Marisol, Lena and three of the other women were attempting to get the cattle into a pasture that had been assembled out of six contiguous back yards. Mika and I had turned a couple of covered decks into barns, but the cattle were having none of it. Finally after the calves were in the pasture, we backed the trailer with the remaining cows in it up to the pasture, locked the wheels and left it for a bit.

Clara and I sat down in a screened-in back porch and watched them.

'Why weren't the bulls affected like human men?'

'Because whatever did that, didn't work on cattle.'

'Do you think horse or bull cum would work to cure humans?'

'I have no idea. Why are you so curious about this?'

'Just thinking while showering.'

I laughed, 'I'm not sure it's ethical but we could test it on one of the captives.'

'We would have to vote on it.'

--

The cattle acclimated.

It snowed.

The horses got a lot of workouts.

It snowed some more.

I finally started my periods.

Then, it snowed like three more times. By the time my first period was over, we had over three feet of the white stuff on the ground.

Lena and Brandie found a snowplow built for mounting on a truck and put it on one of the new farm trucks. That at least cleared out a path of roadway. The twins and Jordan took a truck and horse trailer back to the Becker's FoodMart and filled them with what canned goods were left, plus a whole bunch of cash registers, computers, two arcade video games and every single mobile fixture from the commercial kitchen in the store.

It took them less than two days, round trip and then at the first meeting where the rescued women attended, I brought up the idea of experimenting on the men.

'I want to see if animal semen will maintain the changes after triggered.'

Marisol blinked hard at me and looked to Lena, who said, 'You mean you want to feed some of our sperm to one of them, then the rest as bull semen?'

'Or horse semen,' Clara replied.

'What would be the point of this?' Marnie asked, though she was smirking, knowing that we were going to bring it up.

'It's mostly curiosity. We have six men in custody, even though one of them is still in a coma, and we need to cure them all.'

'Even though it appears that they are going to be helpless laborers once that is done.'

Giselle raised her hand. Lena had made scavenging her a wheelchair a priority and I had managed to find plans to print some prosthetic legs for her. Right now we were trying to find enough high-strength filament to make some test cups, but she had a wheelchair now. She asked, 'I don't mind being a cured wrangler. It will help me feel useful, since I'm going to be using more than my fair share of resources. Plus if they're with me, they can get me in and out of chairs and bed instead of one of you.'

Marisol looked around the room, 'other opinions?'

Jordan added, 'Several of us would rather they be put down, but the idea of them being servants to atone is gaining traction amongst those of us who just joined you.'

Lena loudly asked, 'show of hands, anyone who is against using the captives as test subjects.'

Mika sheepishly raised her forearm. Marisol looked annoyed but recognized her, 'Mika?'

'If it's obviously hurting them or causing pain, is it okay to add that we'll stop?'

Marisol looked shocked at how lucid Mika's point had been, 'oh, yeah, lets add that to it.'

Lena continued, 'Show of hands, anyone who is against using the captives as test subjects so long as they aren't in pain?'

No hands went up this time.

'Show of hands, is anyone against curing the men who had held Jordan and the others captive and abused them, forcing them to live out their lives in servitude as atonement?'

No hands went up this time.

Marisol looked around 'other business? new proposals?'

One of the newcomers, the woman with the terrible burns, Keely, raised her hand, 'How do we add items to the scavenging agenda?'

Lena grinned, 'what do you need?' She looked over at Dahlia, who opened a document on her phone which was apparently their list.

'I'd like some kind of distilling equipment, like an industrial pot still? A bunch of plastic sheet, also, and barley seeds.'

Marisol and Lena looked confused, but Brandie started laughing, 'She wants to make liquor. Good liquor.'

An ooooh went through the room. They didn't even need to put that to a vote.

--

Mika, Brandie, Marnie and I stood in 'Cell Two' in building ten, staring at the captive duct-taped to the chair. As soon as we came in, he started screaming into his gag. As per usual, Brandie grabbed his forehead and pulled it back and Marnie and I wrestled his mouth open for Mika to jam a funnel in it. We had gotten good at feeding this guy over the last few weeks.

Still, through the funnel, we could clearly make out the expletives that he was screaming at us. Mika waited until he went to speak after a breath and poured a half of a cup of oatmeal and cum down his throat. He gagged and sputtered and tried to shout, but almost immediately started to go docile.

'We're still going with one-fourth of a regular 'dose' and the rest of it being the other?'

'Yup, I figure that 60 milliliters is the low end of the dosage.'

Mika pulled out the second bowl and gave all of it to him in two pours. He gulped it down this time, not even realizing that it was different. We pulled the funnel out and Brandie let him straighten his neck.

Marnie and Mika placed some security cameras that had been found around the neighborhood on opposite sides of him and turned them on, then we closed the door. He shouted only once and then went completely silent as the sedatives took hold.

We sat around the screen that Janice had rigged to go with the cameras. Squashed views of either side were available, or just one or the other. Brandie pulled out a deck of Uno cards and some expired beer and we played and watched Subject Two change.

She started out just like Una had, her features softening, her muscle tone disappearing, but this time, it was only in her arms, her legs actually seemed to tone up a bit and she lost no height at all.

We napped around building ten and Mika and I each took a turn checking on Gisele, Keely and Bella. Gisele had shown amazing mental recovery and seemed to be genuinely positive most of the time. Keely had trouble some days with the scars and I made sure that we found a dosage of antidepressants that kept her from weeping spontaneously. Bella, on the other hand, still hadn't spoken and needed to be prompted to eat, drink, and use the toilet. The only thing she did on her own was shower, which she did at least once a day and frequently two or three times. None of the mood altering medicines we had found worked to help her, but we didn't have any of the truly high-powered stuff.

When subject two woke up, we immediately brought them two full doses of bull sperm, mixed in with only the smallest amount of oatmeal and sugar.

'Hungry?' I asked her.

Brandie was the first to say something, 'She didn't lose her hair.'

'Oh yeah,' Marnie stated, 'you're right. I wonder if the bull spunk did it?'

'Or it's just different between cured. We can do a cross sectional study later,' I pointed out.

Mika set out some folding metal chairs as we fed Subject Two her full dose. We sat and watched. It didn't take long.

At first she was placid, almost completely docile, and then in a cute, raspy voice, she started going 'ow ow ow ow,' in mild pain over and over again. Mika looked at me and I nodded. She jabbed her with a dose of morphine and within moments, subject two was smiling.

As with Una, her ass and bosom swelled rapidly, burning all of her belly fat away to nothing, but instead of stopping at 'ample,' her breasts enlarged to 'enormous.' Each of her boobs was the size of my head and the nipples thickened and lengthened, until they were nearly an inch in all directions.

'Are those real?' Brandie asked.

'Yup.'

She then started sweating and a look of pure panic came over her face. Mika went for the second injection but I put my hand on her arm. She looked down at her feet and legs and we watched as each of her feet lengthened and the toes fused. They gathered and condensed and within a few moments, she had a pair of broad, oddly cute hooves.

'Holy shit,' Brandie said.

She looked at me, a lazy, opiate-addled smile on her face, 'want? please? want?'

Brandie looked at me, I shrugged and looked at Mika, who dashed out for another full dose.

A second and third dose followed that one and as we stared, her ears lengthened and fell to the sides, petite horns grew from her forehead and her butt bone lengthened and pushed out a very bovine tail, about two feet long.

'Holy shit,' Brandie repeated.

'Holy shit is right. She's... she's a cow?'

'No she's the human version of a cow.'

Marnie laughed, 'or the cow version of a human. Either way, she's hot.'

Brandie said to her, 'right? She's making me hard.'

I smelled something thick in the air as well and could feel my nipples hardening. 'Yeah, she's releasing pheromones, they're probably making you horny.'

Brandie opened the door and sauntered in, unzipping as she walked. She leaned over the cow-girl and lifted her chin, running her thumb over the girl's plump, ruby lips and then her teeth, 'mmm she even has cow teeth.' Brandie stared into the cow-girl's eyes and asked her in a cocky tone, 'do you want me to fuck you? Do you want me to breed you, pretty cow girl?'

The cow girl became visibly excited, her tail lashing back and forth, 'breed! Breed! me please?'

Brandie grabbed her knife and cut the duct tape away from the cow-girl and helped her to her feet. She stumbled a bit before she got her balance down. She jiggled in a pleasant way as she tottered about on her hooves. After getting her footing down, she looked down at Brandie's jutting cock.

'Please? Breed?'

Brandie didn't wait for any signal from the rest of us, she lowered the cow-girl down to the floor and put her on all-fours, squatting behind her. She looked over her shoulder at me then turned her 'mate' to give us a better view, lifting her tail and giving us a dirty smile. Holding her tail in her left hand, she reached down to the swollen sex before her, 'mmm she's sopping wet.'

'Please?' The cow-girl asked again, a needier tone in her voice. Brandie obliged, pushing her tip against the cow-girl's lower lips and giving a slow, long thrust, bottoming out immediately.

The cow-girl lowed, nearly mooing, a long, baritone groan of pleasure.

Brandie started to work herself in and out of her 'mate,' thrusts slowly increasing in intensity and speed until it became a slapping, hammering mess. She pushed the cow-girl's face to the carpet, who started to let out bleating sounds with each thrust, sounding more animal than human.

My hand slipped into my pants and panties as we watched. I looked over and Mika was in Marnie's lap, facing her, and they were making out, tongues teasing tongues and lips, moans mingling with the breeding going on in front of them.

I gasped as I rubbed my clit with the pads of my fingers, mewling, needy cries. Brandie looked over as she pounded the cow-girl and beckoned me close. I crawled over to her and she lifted me up and pressed her lips to mine. I groped her, teasing her nipples as she kept her pace up. She whispered in my ear, 'get underneath her and eat her pussy, slut.' I obliged, peeling off my clothes and lowering myself between Brandie's legs and through to the cow-girl.

I stared up and watched Brandie's enormous shaft piston in and out of her, raising myself up and gently teasing the cow-girl's slit and clit with my tongue, occasionally stealing a swipe at the gorgeous dick within. I felt Brandie's legs start to tremble, 'holy fuck, slut, that feels amazing.' Her cock started to pulse, so I reached up and gently massaged the base of it. Brandie grunted into the cow-girl's ear, 'I'm breeding you, can you cum, cow-slut?' Brandie was rewarded with a very shaky-sounding animal moan and I was rewarded with a torrent of spillover cum from her pussy. I lapped it up as it poured out, eventually pursing my lips over the source.

Brandie came two more times without stopping and after the third total eruption, I was starting to feel cum-drunk from it all. Brandie pulled her cock from the cow-girl and pulled the pair of them back so that I was face-to-face with an enormous pair of breasts. I turned my head, closed my eyes and latched on. Moments later, despite the cow-girl having never given birth, my mouth filled with thick, sweet cream. I slurped it down hungrily, the cow-girl lowing in rapture above me.

My nursing was momentarily interrupted by Brandie plunging herself into me. I gasped and gulped, managing to pull away, 'nggggh in my ass, I promised Lena she could knock me up.'

'Mmmm I was hoping to breed you too, but I'll respect your promise,' I felt her pull out and push at my anus, which gave way with a pleasant stretching sensation. I felt Brandie slowly slide deeper into my bowels, her girth opening me up. I trembled and suckled at the cow-girl's teat while Brandie's enormous dick first split me open, then started to gently work in-and-out of my ass.

I came after just two strokes, my mouth full of milk. Brandie kept pounding my ass and I kept on nursing, messily gulping down the cow-girl's milk. She trembled as I suckled, orgasm after orgasm radiating out from her tits. I squealed again, muffled by her flesh, as Brandie pushed me to the brink and then letting go of the nipple, I let out a strangled scream as I was ass-fucked to a massive climax.

Finally, Brandie let loose a torrent of seed into my bowels, but I was too weak to cum again, instead smiling up at the cow-girl and over at Brandie.

'Mmmm that was fun.'

'Yeah, you're so hot when you get fucked in the ass,' Marnie said, licking Mika's juices off of her fingers.

I blushed, 'Okay, enough, you tarts are making me embarrassed. We need to name this one and we need to make decisions about the other five, soon.'

'Agreed,' Brandie said, cleaning up and putting her clothing back on. 'Also, I wish we could bottle up that pheromone, because holy shit that was something.'

Mika giggled, 'right? How about we ask the meeting for names?'

We all nodded agreement. Brandie looked at me, 'I don't think she should stay here.'

'Well I don't think she can stay outside with the proper cattle, either,' I pointed out.

'Why shouldn't she stay here?' Marnie asked.

'Not sure what those pheromones would do to prisoners if we keep using this as our jail,' Brandie pointed out, then continued, 'but to be honest, if this is going to be our method, we should build something more to purpose.'

Marnie and Mika both agreed, with Mika adding, 'We should go talk to Lena about converting 16 or 17 for the cured and changed prisoners.'

'Why not 14, it's next on the list?' Brandie asked.

'16 and 17 are both more accessible to the main part of town and 17 already has a wheelchair ramp for Gisele.'

'Good Point. First thing in the morning, we'll ask for a meeting.'