Max was handcuffed, loaded on a speedboat and whisked away from the island. He huddled into the bottom of the boat and slept. He was uncomfortable but too tired to stay awake. He stirred at the all too familiar sound of the helicopter drawing near. A bright light illuminated the boat as it came to rest in the water. Max looked up to see nothing but the blinding light. The guards took Max standing him up and unlocking the cuffs. A rope ladder was lowered and Max was shoved to it and ordered up. Max took the ladder in his hands and was soon inside the chopper heading to who knows where. He fell asleep again.
Max woke when the helicopter blades began to wind down. He looked out to see the red glow of laser barriers. He asked the guard where they were. A temporary base W.A.R.S set up for the combatants he told him. They gathered them up and deployed them to the tournaments from here. The guards marched Max to the gate. The laser for the gate section shut down with a dying buzz. Max was pushed in and the laser fired back up. Max remembered the night Gina and he had spent loving with the dull hum of the barriers serenading them. It was louder now, just a few yards away. The red glow illuminated a field of small domes. They were each about nine feet tall and fifteen feet in diameter. There were two other buildings, mobile metal buildings on trailers. Max was led into one of them. His wounds were attended to and he was released.
Max was led to one of the domes; the door opened and Max was ushered in. The door was an indented area molded into the plastic structure. The door closed and locked behind him. There were no walls, just a continuous dome. It was cramped but dry and warm; a tarp served as the floor. There was a bed on one arc, you had to duck to get on it. These were very mobile units. There was one section that extended out from the apex of the dome and created a pie shaped shower area. There were towels on two towel racks on either side of the shower, and soap in a soap tray below the showerhead. Max hadn't seen any water source? But that was definitely a showerhead and two faucets. And there was a slanted floor in this area that obviously allowed the water to flow out of the dome. The floor of the shower was an arc that intersected the main dome and had a two-foot dam to keep water from running onto the main floor. The tarp would soak up any water that escaped. There was a musty smell in the place. Obviously, the tarp had had its share of getting wet. A table stuck out in one area. There was a bottle of water and a box of those nasty wafers on it. Why the hell couldn't they give them something else to eat? Anything to keep them alive until they could die, Max guessed. There was a pair of pajamas and a pamphlet entitled "(}W.A.R.S{)" lying on top of them.
Max heard the dull clatter of a diesel engine approaching just outside the backside of the dome. There was a knock and a small window slid opened in the door about head high. A woman's voice announced that he would have water in about five minutes and would have about fives minutes to shower so he should get ready. Max could see her red illuminated eyes and walked to the door but the window slid shut. He turned to the shower. He heard someone fiddling with something outside by the shower, he assumed it was the woman.
Max stripped and stepped into the shower. He turned the faucet...nothing. He turned the other one, still nothing. He heard a tapping on the shower wall outside.
He heard her ask "ready?"
He answered "anytime".
The water came shooting out the showerhead. Max adjusted the temperature and began to soap. He held his face in the shower and washed away the last several days grime. He turned and laid his head back under the spray. He soaped his hair and worked it in. Then he noticed the small window in the door was slightly opened. It had been completely shut when he last looked. He figured the woman was getting some kicks. He turned back to face the shower and soaped his underarms and chest, hoping she liked his tight chiseled buttocks. He worked the soap down his stomach and soaped his pubic hair. He took his penis in his soapy hands and began cleaning the dirty boy. He closed his eyes and turned back to the door and placed a foot on the dam and soaped down his leg to his foot. He put his foot back down and washed the other leg. Then he had a thought. If he could keep her watching, maybe the shower would stay on longer. And he wasn't totally against the idea of giving some fat ugly thing a few thrills. Thinking of it that way didn't exactly turn him on. He imagined Gina standing there watching him.
Max soaped back up his thighs and soaped his balls thoroughly. As he worked on them, he began to swell. He laid his head back under the water and soaped down his length and began to stroke himself. Soon he was jacking his fully erect penis in the direction of the door. He could feel her eyes on him. He soaped his back and shoulders letting his hard tool dangle wildly in midair. He twisted under the shower rinsing his back and letting his manhood flop from side to side slapping against his thighs with each move. If this didn't driver her crazy nothing would. Max returned to beating off as he rinsed, not wanting to get caught still soapy when the water went off.
Max heard a man's voice outside the shower. It sounded like someone was getting their butt chewed out. They were. The window flew shut. The water shut off and Max could hear the man ripping her for having left this unit running for so long. Water was everywhere. It had been on for about fifteen minutes. Max was glad to pay the price for keeping the water on. The man demanded an answer. Max heard her state that she had just lost track of time. Max heard the man order her to tuck in that uniform and get this truck back to the motor pool, and he would talk to her about it tomorrow. Max imagined that she had her hand down her pants while watching him, why else would her tail be untucked. He smiled to himself.
Max finished masturbating, letting his cum shoot against the shower wall and run into the drain. He wiped himself with one towel and dried off with the other. He put on the pajamas. They were two sizes too small. His arms stuck out the sleeves halfway to his elbows; the legs came up to the middle of his calves. He took the pamphlet and lay down on the bed to read. He ate some wafers, washing them down with the water. There was a lamp at the head of the bed. Max didn't see any switches for any of the lights. They must be controlled from outside. Max read the pamphlet. It explained W.A.R.S., putting it in a wonderful light. They were servants of humanity. What a joke he thought. He almost threw up when he read the part about ridding society of its hardened criminals. Like Gina and himself he thought? The light above the bed began to blink. A sign came on stating that the lights would be going off in fifteen minutes. He laid back and thought about Gina. The lights began to dim and slowly faded completely, the dome was pitch black. Max drifted to sleep.
Sometime in the night there was a rapid soft tapping on the door. It woke Max from a deep sleep. He couldn't see a thing; he called out, "Yes?"
The window of the door opened; the red glow outside poured through the opening. Max moved to the door. She was looking back and forth from side to side.
"You want some company honey?" she asked.
"What?" he answered sleepily.
"Company, you know, can I come in?" she asked.
"Can I keep you out?" he asked sarcastically, imagining her short, fat and ugly.
"Not if I want to come in you can't." she answered.
"Well, come in then." he told her.
A larger window halfway down the main door opened. She instructed Max to turn his back to the door and stick his hands behind him out the opening. Max was reluctant. She said she couldn't take a chance that he would jump her and try to get away. He started to go back to bed but he noticed that those legs of hers weren't fat at all. She had on pants but what he could see looked nice. He decided to take a chance. He backed to the door and let her cuff him. He stepped away from the door when the cuffs were secure. The main door opened and she came in, it was black again when she shut the door. He saw just enough of her to tell he had imagined her all wrong.
She turned on a portable lamp she had brought with her. It filled the dome with a soft yellow white glow. He studied her, she was a very attractive blonde with wild curly shoulder length hair, slim body, curvy hips and the biggest breasts. He turned his back to her and stuck out the cuffs. She didn't move. He turned back to her; she was holding a gun on him.
"Not just yet. If you're some kind of crazed killer I want to know before you get free. Sit down." she said.
"Look lady you're the one wanting to come in, if you're afraid get the hell out and take these cuffs with you." Max was about to decide he had made a big mistake.
"Settle down good looking. I just want to make sure you're not going to cut my throat; that's all. What's your name?" she asked.
"Max," he said settling back down on the bed.
"Um, Maxxxxx," she let his name roll off her tongue. "I like that...Max."
"What's your name," he asked.
"Lauren. My friends call me Reny. Well some of my girl friends scream Reny...sounds better than Lauren in the middle of an orgasm somehow, don't you think? " she said, smiling.
"Ok...Reny...now that you know all about me that you need to are you going to take these cuffs off or not?" he asked, looking her up and down.