Fic: Darkest Before Dawn (1/?)
Title: Darkest Before Dawn (1/?)
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: War Boys/Capable, War Boys/Toast, War Boys/Cheedo, Nux/Capable, Slit/Toast, Morsov/Cheedo, The Dag/Cheedo
Word Count: ?
Summary: AU. The escape fails and Immortan Joe punishes the Five Wives by giving Capable, Toast, and Cheedo to the Citadel's War Boys. In the aftermath, Capable tries to induce Lima Syndrome in the War Boys, Morsov begins to understand the horror of what he's done, and Toast is just angry.
Warnings: Non-con, gang rape, forced pregnancy, knifeplay, Lima Syndrome, Stockholm Syndrome
Morsov I
Morsov had killed the most Buzzards on this last, aborted run so he got to go first. Cheedo the Fragile had been crying when they’d discovered the Immortan’s wives hidden in the rig, she’d cried all the ride back to the Citadel, cried when Immortan Joe divorced her and Toast the Knowing and Capable and sentenced them to breed new War Pups, and she was crying now. He’d be awed at how much water she had to waste if her crying didn’t make him feel unsettled.
He’d fucked breeders before, but never one so shiny. All that crying would make her rust though. Morsov wiped away her tears as best he could with just his bare hands.
“I don’t want to,” she said. “Please don’t make me.”
He shook his head, not unsympathetically. “You shouldn’t have made the Immortan angry.”
These three are yours now, my boys. Use them to give me strong pups to grow into loyal War Boys, the Immortan had commanded. War Boys lived to serve the Immortan, and Morsov was no exception.
He hooked a booted foot behind her bare ankles and swept her off her feet, sending her sprawling onto her back, and then he forced her legs apart so he could position himself between them. He tore away the cloth covering her cunt and then reached up to tear away the one covering her breasts too. She tried to cover herself with her hands and Morsov had to pin her wrists down.
“Don’t do that again,” he warned, “Or I’ll have to tie your hands.” He should tie them now, but he suspected it’d make her start crying again and he wanted to avoid that.
She nodded understanding and, hopefully, acceptance. Morsov wasn’t yet hard enough to breed with her, so he began playing with her breasts. They were small, but he knew they’d grow bigger as she grew a new pup inside her belly. But first he had to plant one there.
He found his lube in one of his pockets and lubed up his cock. He was lubing up her cunt when she started crying again. He did his best to ignore it and worked his cock into her. She was whimpering like a hurt pup, but her cunt felt so good.
Morsov made it last as long as he could, but it felt like too soon before he was coming. The important thing was that he’d filled her with his seed, he reminded himself. His pleasure was just incidental. He kissed her forehead before climbing up off of her. Maybe she’d have his pup since he’d been first. It’d be a good, strong healthy pup, maybe even full life like her. Maybe it’d grown up to be an Imperator.
“Where’s Ace?” he asked, realizing that the Ace wasn’t among them.
Elvis looked around, apparently not having realized the Ace was missing until now. “Maybe he liked one of the other breeders better.”
That must be it. The war rig crew had been given Cheedo the Fragile, but if the Ace wanted to fuck Toast the Knowing or Capable instead, none of the other War Boys would object. He was almost like a second father to them all, after the Immortan.
Sprockets was fucking Cheedo and he kept trying to kiss her, but she kept turning her head away. She was sobbing louder. Morsov turned away abruptly.
“Going to look for Ace,” he said.
Capable I
She’d been numb with grief for her hope of freedom, as well as for Furiosa, since they’d been recaptured. One of the other wives had suggested they all kill themselves in the brief moment they had before they were dragged out of the rig by War Boys. Capable didn’t remember which of them had said it. It might have been her.
But now pure terror filled her as she realized Joe was serious. He was really going to give them to his boys. Cheedo was dragged away as a reward for a specific group of War Boys, and Joe and his imperators retreated and allowed the rest of his army to engulf her and Toast. She screamed and screamed, but even her screams and Toast’s couldn’t drown out the excited chatter of their rapists-to-be.
“Shiny and chrome.”
“So soft.”
“Me first!”
“I want this one!”
“Not you, your pup would be as weak as you. My pup will be strong.”
There were hands everywhere. Ripping her clothes off, tugging at her hair, pulling her legs apart, holding her arms, and touching every part of her they could reach. Their faces were horrible, all freshly painted bone white for the brief pursuit, with their eye sockets darkened by engine grease. Demons from a nightmare.
One of them bit her breast, and she screamed.
“No damaging them!” another admonished him.
She heard Toast scream in pain and then heard War Boys laughing.
“Idiot, that’s not where you fuck a breeder. Won’t breed any pups there. I’ll show you how it’s done.”
It was a small mercy that most of them were overly excited and didn’t take more than a few thrusts to climax. But there were so many of them. Capable was afraid that she was going to die like this. She wondered if they’d even notice she was dead, or if they’d carry on raping her cooling body.
It might have happened too if the Organic Mechanic hadn’t waded through the crowd of War Boys. “Let me through, boys, let me through.”
He looked at her and shook his head. “Sorry, boys, gotta put an end to the fun. Can’t have them damaged beyond repair.”
“I haven’t gone yet!”
“I’ve only fucked one, I want to fuck the other one too!”
“They’re our breeders!”
“A breeder’s no good if you damage her breeding parts. You boys have fucked them good and proper. You’ve got to stop now if you want pups.”
Some War Boys kept arguing, but the one on top of Capable crawled off her and no one came to replace him. Her hands were numb from someone holding her wrists too tightly, her breasts ached from being mauled, and the pain between her legs was terrible. She didn’t even have the energy to sit up or try to cover herself. She just laid there, hoping it was over and terrified it wasn’t.
“Throttle, Bolt, carry them to the Blood Shed for me.”
“Makes you almost glad Furiosa turned traitor, doesn’t it?” one of the two confided to the other as they carried Capable and Toast wherever they were taking them.
“Don’t talk like that.”
“Ah, you know every Boy’s thinking it too. This was our lucky day.”
Toast I
Cheedo hadn’t spoken since. Two dozen days had passed and their bodies had mended. Toast and Cheedo had bled since, but not Capable. Capable was pregnant and wouldn’t have to endure another round of rapes, not until she either lost the baby or birthed it and it was time for her to breed another warrior for Joe’s army. Toast envied her.
The Organic Mechanic might have stopped the gangrape, but it clearly had only been so that they wouldn’t die or be permanently damaged. He reminded them every day with a leering smile what their new purpose was. He was their caretaker now. Miss Giddy had been tortured and killed for her role in helping them escape. Toast didn’t know who was taking care of Angharad and the Dag up in the vault, but they wouldn’t be harmed physically while they carried Joe’s babies.
She saved her worry for herself. She and Capable and Cheedo now lived in a small cell near the Organic Mechanic’s Blood Shed. Toast found she was grateful for the bars that kept her penned in because those bars also kept War Boys out.
There had been plenty of complaints about not getting to rape the ex-wives again. She was pathetically grateful that the Organic Mechanic held firm and insisted that they had to heal up first. Toast thought carefully about her situation. There was no hope of escape now. She didn’t want to cooperate, but she didn’t want to endure another gangrape and she wasn’t certain that Cheedo could survive another.
“It’s inefficient,” she blurted.
“What is?” the Organic Mechanic asked, without turning to look at her.
“Having us raped by so many War Boys that we’re damaged and they can’t try to breed more battle fodder for Joe until our bodies have healed. Just one a day would be more efficient.”
“Yes,” Capable chimed in. She was holding Cheedo in her arms, comforting her. “You could use it as a reward for particular War Boys.”
The Organic Mechanic liked the idea. “I’ll run it by Joe,” he said.
Joe must want them to survive and endure their punishment for a good long time, because he agreed. They were to be raped by one War Boy every day instead of another gangrape. She was actually relieved when the Organic Mechanic told her. This was what her life had come to.
Morsov II
The Ace had been acting funny since the Imperator-turned-Traitor had almost stolen the Immortan’s prize breeders. He was only present when duty demanded it; at most other times, he could be found drunk in his bunk. When he could be found at all.
Morsov had admired Imperator Furiosa, and when he was new to her crew he’d fancied himself in love with her for a few dozen days. But since her betrayal, he thought of her the way he thought of the breeder and sire who’d given him life: not at all. Or at least he tried.
When he was a pup, sometimes his bunkmate would tell him he’d been crying out in ‘Buzzard’ in his sleep. Sometimes he’d awaken to other War Pups hitting and kicking him, and calling him Buzzard-spawn. He never remembered speaking Buzzard. He only remembered calling out for his mother and his father.
He dreamt sometimes of the day he’d been taken up into the Citadel, but it wasn’t the sweet dream it should have been. He was afraid and crying in the dream. Luckily he rarely dreamt this dream.
At least until the day Imperator Furiosa turned the rig onto the fury road as she tried to flee the Immortan.
He dreamt the dream that night, after her attempt at traitoring the Immortan had been foiled. He was afraid and he was trying to find his mother. But instead of his mother, he found Cheedo the Fragile. She was weeping too. He tried to stop her crying, so she wouldn’t rust, but she recoiled from him like he was a Buzzard and then she cried worse.
He felt awful when he heard that the prize breeders the Immortan had given them were damaged. Most War Boys did.
“She was fine when I was fucking her!”
Except for the crying.
“It’s your fault. You must have damaged her, you were last.”
“I didn’t damage her!”
The Ace’s bitter laughter shocked them all. Morsov glanced around and saw that the rest of the war rig crew looked as unsure and slightly worried as he felt. Then they all looked at him.
“Ace?” he said.
“Finish up with this engine, then go to the Blood Shed,” the Ace ordered. “The Organic Mechanic wants to examine each one of you and make sure you haven’t stuck your cocks in diseased filth and caught anything you could pass to the breeders.”
The Ace didn’t have an actual room with a door like the imperators had, but he had a nook all to himself and no War Boy would intrude on him. Except this was necessary. Morsov was worried about him.
“Ace?” he called tentatively. The Ace had always been there. He should have died of sickness ages ago, or gone to Valhalla, but he remained, as constant to generations of War Boys as the Immortan. Morsov immediately quashed that blasphemous thought and vowed to spend the evening on his knees in prayer before the altar of V8 to make up for it.
“What do you want?”
He was taken back by the Ace’s tone, and hurt. The Ace had always been kind to him even back when he was a mediocre pup.
He eyed the bottle in the Ace’s hand. The Ace always said liquor was for fools, and indeed every War Boy learned for himself that the short-lived exhilaration it caused was not worth the sickness that followed.
“What’s the matter?” he asked.
The Ace laughed harshly. “What’s the matter?! I put a bullet in the head of the woman I loved, boy. And still better that than witnessing Joe shredding her.”
Morsov didn’t know how to respond.
“Oh, Furiosa.”
Imperator Furiosa had gone from hero to traitor in the blink of an eye. She’d betrayed Immortan Joe and that made her the worst person in the world. But before that she’d been the most feared and respected imperator, the second best person in the world. The Ace had known her a long time, and Morsov told himself it didn’t make him soft or almost a traitor himself if he didn’t curse her and spit after saying her name.
The Ace continued, more softly, “Furiosa, what were you thinking? Why? Why now?”
He took several swallows from the bottle, then a moment later he retched it all up.
Morsov hurried to offer him what was left of his day’s ration of Aqua Cola.
The Ace waved it away and laid down on his bunk. He closed his eyes.
Morsov stood watching him for a while. He didn’t know what to do. He’d never seen the Ace like this, and his first thought was to get Imperator Furiosa, but she was gone and a traitor.
He asked, in a near whisper, “Ace? What do we do about the wives? We just got them and they’re already broken.”
It seemed like the Ace hadn’t heard him, or wasn’t going to answer, but at last he said, quietly, “Be nice to them.”
Capable II
The Organic Mechanic didn’t usher her back into the cell when he’d finished examining her, so Capable went to stand by it. “Did you forget something?” she called to him.
“The boys know you’re knocked up and off-limits now,” he called back. “Make yourself useful and give those blood bags their morning drink of water.”
She should have been relieved to get some measure of freedom, but Capable felt only terror. There was nothing to stop War Boys from seizing her and forcing themselves on her again. She gripped the bars of the cell, clinging to the last semblance of protection, nevermind that she was on the wrong side for it to do her any good.
Toast was mouthing the word “weapon” at her.
Capable shook her head. She might be able to get hold of a weapon, but there would be no opportunity to use it on Joe. Injuring or killing a random War Boy or the Organic Mechanic would make no difference and change nothing. It would only tempt her to use it on herself.
She put a hand over her still-flat belly. Our babies will not be warlords, they’d painted on the floor of the vault before Furiosa had snuck them out. No, her baby would have an even worse fate. Her son would be mere battle fodder. And if she had a girl, her daughter would be used as a breeder.
She should do it. She should find a knife and stick it in her belly. She should save this baby from the fate that awaited it.
No, not yet. There was still a smidgen of hope. Angharad still carried Joe’s baby. If the baby was born healthy and a boy, Joe might be happy enough that he’d heed Angharad’s pleas. Capable had no doubt that Angharad was begging mercy for her, Cheedo, and Toast nonstop. She only hoped that Angharad wasn’t blaming herself for not sharing in their fate.
Capable let go of the iron bars. She picked up the bucket of water and the ladle, and moved between the poor souls being kept in cages to be robbed of the very blood from their veins. She was about to give water to a man with a muzzle over his face when one of dying War Boys bolted up from his rocky bed and staggered between them.
“Don’t get near that one. He’s feral. Bit a Boy’s finger off before they got the muzzle on him.”
Capable stared at him speechlessly. They’d captured this man, branded him, stuck him in a cage, and drained his blood - and they called him feral?!
The captive was looking at the bucket, licking his lips. He opened his mouth wide.
“He needs water,” Capable said.
The War Boy took the ladle from her and poured water into the man’s mouth.
The other ‘blood bags’ were all scrawny and weakened, and seemed mentally broken. This one must not have been a captive long. He still looked strong and wasn’t broken yet.
“What’s your name?” Capable asked him.
He grunted, but he didn’t speak.
The War Boy, however, seemed to think Capable had been addressing him. He said, “Chev.”
He was too sick for anything now, but his health might have been better a moon ago. Had he been one of the War Boys who’d raped her, or had he raped Cheedo, or Toast?
Capable turned away from him. She felt queasy and it seemed like her breakfast was about to come back up. She went to sit on the ground outside the cell, leaning back against the bars. She closed her eyes.
“Is it moving yet?” asked an eager masculine voice.
She opened her eyes to find a pair of War Boys looming over her. One of them crouched beside her and reached out as if to touch her. Capable slapped his hand away, and was surprised when he didn’t just grab her and pin her down.
“Can I feel it?” he asked.
Capable stared at him, confused.
“You idiots,” hissed Toast. “It’s only been twenty-nine days. It’ll be well over a hundred days more before there’s movement.”
She was shocked at first to realize what they wanted. Then she felt a sudden sadness at their ignorance. Did they really know so little? Did they really not know that a human pregnancy lasted nine moons? Surely even animals had an instinctive knowledge of such basic, vital matters.
“A hundred days?!” the second War Boy exclaimed, dismayed. “That’s forever!”
“And then another hundred and fifty days before it’s born,” Toast said. There was a bitter and spiteful tone to her voice. War Boys didn’t live long. Most of them were slowly dying - their parents having been poisoned by radiation before they were even conceived - and that fact spurred them to spend their lives even faster, seeking a violent death in service to Immortan Joe.
“I can breathe fine,” stated the crouching War Boy. He glanced at his friend. “And if I Witness Block before then, I’ll tell the pup all about him.”
Capable didn’t know how much time she’d have with the child she carried. She’d been pregnant by Joe once before and miscarried. And if she did carry this pregnancy to term and delivered a living baby, it might very well be taken away from her as soon as it was weaned. But these War Boys probably didn’t know that if they didn’t have any idea of how long pregnancy lasted.
“I’ll tell my baby that its father was one of Joe’s mindless battle fodder and pray that he or she escapes the same fate.”
The War Boys didn’t take offense. To Capable’s surprise, they both nodded.
“Yeah,” said the one who was apparently named Block. He knelt and placed his hand on Capable’s stomach. “He’ll be full-life and rise to Imperator.”
Capable thought about grabbing his hand and bending one of his fingers further back than it was meant to go - breaking it, like Toast and the Dag would have done - but she felt an odd pity for this… this… boy. She couldn’t think of him as a man - Joe had intentionally made sure that his warriors were War ‘Boys’ and he was the only one afforded the status of man.
She put her hand over the War Boy Block’s and gently pried his hand away. “And maybe he’ll have an even better and more fulfilling life than that. Maybe he’ll be free.”
Toast II
A War Boy came right up to the bars of their cell one morning and stared at Cheedo. Cheedo huddled in the far corner. Capable went to her and held her, trying to shield her from the War Boy’s attention. Toast glared at him, wishing she could gouge his eyes out.
“They’re still not ready, Morsov,” the Organic Mechanic said. “Soon though.”
“I know,” the War Boy Morsov replied. “I just wanted to see Cheedo the Fragile.”
He dug into one of his numerous pockets and took out a small strip of red fabric. Toast stared at it. Brightly colored cloth was rare in the Wasteland. The clothes from Before had all long faded and lost their original colors, and dye for new cloth was an unthinkable luxury not even Joe would waste resources on. The War Boy must have found his scrap while scavenging or raiding out in the Wasteland and hoarded it.
“I wanted to give her this,” he said. “For her hair maybe.”
Toast didn’t know what the hell was going on. The Organic Mechanic was snickering. Capable went to the bars and accepted the fabric from the War Boy Morsov, and then she offered it to Cheedo.
“He brought you a gift,” Capable said.
Was that what happened?
Cheedo glanced at the War Boy and cringed. She stared at the red fabric without making any move to accept it.
“Leave her alone,” Toast snapped. “You bastards broke her. You gangraped her and a piece of pretty cloth is supposed to make up for it?!”
The Morsov War Boy seemed surprised by Toast’s vehemence. “The Immortan wants you all to bear pups.”
Toast laughed in disgust. “Yeah, you’d jump off a cliff if he told you, I know.”
She felt a hand on her arm and looked to see Capable shaking her head at her.
“Thank you,” Capable said to the War Boy. “Cheedo hasn’t spoken since that day, but I’m sure she’ll like your gift.”
The War Boy went away finally.
Toast turned to Capable. “What was that about?”
Capable had a thoughtful expression. “He’s sorry he hurt her.”
“And that’s supposed to make it better?!”
“No, but it means he knows it was wrong even though it was what Joe wanted. Maybe other War Boys feel the same way too.”
Toast had to bite her tongue to keep from telling Capable she could afford to be so understanding because she wasn’t about to be raped again in a few days.
Cheedo was crying silently. Toast and Capable both went to her and hugged her between them. They couldn’t protect her, all they could do was try to comfort her.
Toast III
“Feeding time,” the Organic Mechanic announced as he brought them their morning meal. “And later on it’s breeding time!”
“We’re not ready,” Toast said desperately.
“Sure you are. Healed up perfectly. Nice and tight.”
She shouldn’t have been surprised. The Organic Mechanic had seemed pleased when he’d last examined them. If anything, it should be a surprise that the rapes hadn’t resumed then.
“And you should be ripe for breeding today by my count. You want me to examine you to be sure?”
“Don’t touch me.”
He laughed. “Saving it all for the boys, eh? I know just the pair to start you girls off.”
The two War Boys he brought to them later were apparently his favorites, though the taller, thinner one didn’t seem to return his affection.
“It wasn’t right that you boys weren’t rewarded,” he said to them. “The Ace never would have known what the traitor had done if it wasn’t for you two catching up to the rig and shouting it.”
“Ace deserves to drive the rig,” the thin one said. He evaded the Organic Mechanic’s attempt to pat him on the back.
The other one disagreed. “Organic knows what’s what. You deserve to drive the war rig, and I deserve a pursuit vehicle, and we both deserve our own personal breeders to fuck whenever we want.”
Toast could feel herself shaking. Their escape might have been successful if not for these two War Boys. It was insult to injury to be raped by them, too, and forced to bear them children. For a moment she was too angry to be afraid of what was about to happen.
Then the shorter War Boy - shorter only in comparison to his friend, he was actually much taller than her - looked at them huddling in their cell and grinned. Or maybe he didn’t. There were scars running from the corners of his lips almost to his ears, giving him a sort of permanent gruesome smile. He was muscled, and scarred, and had several knives on him, and altogether he was one of the scariest things Toast had ever seen.
Their gazes locked for a moment and now she was certain he was grinning. He pointed at her. “I want that one.”
“I was hoping you would,” the Organic Mechanic said. “She’s gotten as mouthy as the Dag lately.” He looked at his favorite. “Unless you want her, Nux?”
The Nux War Boy shrugged. “It doesn’t matter to me. They’re all so shiny and chrome.”
A War Pup sprinted in breathlessly and started tugging at the Organic Mechanic’s trousers. “Organic, Organic, you gotta come quick! Sparky fell and he says he can’t feel anything!”
The Organic Mechanic tossed a ring of keys at Nux. “Don’t get too carried away, boys.”
The more scarred War Boy snatched the keys away from his friend and opened their cell. He dragged Toast out and carried her over to the metal table where the Organic Mechanic did most of his work.
“You bit me last time,” he said conversationally. He was undoing his belts. “You just gonna lie there this time? What’s the matter, we fuck all the fight out of you?”
It was so awful, so cruel, that Toast reacted before she could consider the wisdom of her action. She slapped him, palm striking his stapled cheek so hard that it left her hand stinging with pain.
He laughed. “Yeah,” he said. “That’s more like it.”
She was desperately relieved that it seemed he wasn’t going to hit her back. He could do a lot more harm to her than she could do to him without a weapon. She resolved not to hit him again. It wasn’t smart, and, besides, it seemed to be what he wanted and she refused to give him anything more than what she couldn’t stop him from taking.
His cock went inside her more smoothly than it should, and she realized he’d coated it with something slippery. It was still uncomfortable though. Toast tried to just count her breaths and wait for it to be over, but her attention was caught by the scars on the War Boy’s torso. It wasn’t random scars like she’d thought, it was a pattern like a drawing. Crazy. They were all crazy and evil.
He reached orgasm, and Toast bitterly hoped his seed took root. The sooner she got pregnant, the sooner the rapes would stop. The War Boy put his forehead to hers. “Immortan be praised, you feel so fucking good, breeder.”
Toast expected him to let her go back to her cell now that he was done. But he pinned her down when she tried to slip out from under him. He rubbed his face against her neck and chest. “Not done with you yet, shiny breeder. I’m going to fuck you again.”
Toast could feel herself on the brink of breaking. It took everything she had to stay whole. She wanted to cry, but she couldn’t because if she did, she’d break apart. She had to do something to distract herself from the feeling, to make herself feel something else. The War Boy’s ear was within easy reach. Toast bit him as hard as she could.
He growled in surprise, and then bit her neck in retaliation. He bit her a second time, then offered his own neck to her. She wanted to tear his throat out. She drew blood and savored the taste of it, not caring that his groan wasn’t one of pain.
“I wish I could stick each of those knives into your belly and watch you die slowly,” Toast said quietly.
“I’d let you try, but can’t risk damaging you.” He kissed her jaw. “You can talk, good. I wasn’t sure. They say one of you can’t talk now.”
“I can talk. I can tell you how much I hate you and how much I hope some other bastard in the wasteland shoots you in both kneecaps and leaves you for the carrion birds. I hope they shoot your arms too so you can’t even crawl.”
He grinned. “I like the way you think.” He was tugging at one of her nipples.
The jolt of arousal shocked her. It got worse when he started chewing her nipple.
“Ah,” she exclaimed.
Fortunately, the War Boy assumed it was a cry of pain. He heaved a sigh of disappointment. “I forgot how fragile you breeders are.”
He rubbed the nipple gently as if trying to soothe the hurt, apparently under the impression he’d almost damaged her. Toast hated that it felt good. To distract him into doing something else, she made an attempt to grab the knife dangling from his belt. He caught her wrist before she could do anything with the blade, and took it away and returned it to his belt.
But apparently the attempt was enough to excite him. He grabbed her hips and slid her down to the edge of the table, pulling her onto his cock as much as he pushed it into her. He fucked her more slowly this time.
That was to be expected.
Toast wished it hurt. She looked around, searching for something else to focus on. But the War Boy didn’t like being ignored. He grabbed her jaw and leaned forward, bringing his face close so that his terrible face was all she could see. He was downright leisurely as he fucked her, seemingly in no hurry to come.
He was still fucking her when the Organic Mechanic returned.
“Damn, Slit, not done yet? That’s some stamina. Having fun, Toast?”
“He’s on round two,” the other War Boy called, as if to correct the Organic Mechanic’s misassumption about his friend’s stamina.
“You had a good time, Nux?”
“The best,” the War Boy Nux replied. He sounded guarded rather than boastful, as if it wasn’t something he cared to discuss with the Organic Mechanic.
Toast tried to block them out, but it only served to make the sensation of the scarred War Boy’s cock thrusting in and out of her more intense. She wanted this over. She tensed her muscles and squeezed down on him.
“Fuck,” he swore.
Toast squeezed again.
He climaxed, and then, while panting into her ear, he whispered, “Even better this time.”
Capable III
“What’s the matter with her?” the painfully thin War Boy asked. There was mild concern in his voice, but he sounded more curious.
Cheedo had her knees drawn up and was hugging her legs and rocking slightly as she wept silent tears. Capable felt a helpless bitterness, along with an almost overwhelming sense of despair. Cheedo was going to be violated once again and there was nothing she could do to stop it.
But the Organic Mechanic wasn’t here at the moment. Maybe if she acted quickly, she could spare Cheedo another rape just this once. Capable grabbed the War Boy’s arm and forced herself to smile at him. “You don’t want her. I’m much more fun.”
He looked down at her and Capable remembered seeing those striking blue eyes above her during the gangrape. She kept what was surely a grotesque parody of a smile on her face and stroked her fingers down his chest and stomach all the way down to his belt.
“You already have a pup in you,” he said uncertainly.
She nodded. “Maybe your pup.”
He got a joyous look on his face, as if he’d never considered before that he could be the father of the baby growing inside her. Capable massaged his groin through the heavy fabric of his trousers.
“You’re real shiny and chrome,” he said, touching her hair lightly.
She let herself crumple to the ground and pulled him down on top of her. She cupped his face between her hands and closed her eyes to that strangely innocent and happy gaze as she kissed him. She expected him to take control and do what he was here to do. She just wanted to try to let her mind go somewhere else.
But the War Boy was strangely hesitant and Capable had an epiphany: this was consensual sex from his viewpoint and it was probably the first time he was having sex with a woman rather than forcibly raping one. The thought made her want to cry.
She guided his head to her breasts. “Here. There’s no milk yet, but you can still suck.”
He looked doubtful at this, but he took a nipple into his mouth and sucked hard. Her involuntary moan seemed to delight him. He kept sucking and seized her other nipple between his fingertips. She moaned again to encourage him, but the tug of arousal low in her belly was real, much to her surprise.
She had to hurry. The Organic Mechanic could be back any moment. Capable pulled at the War Boy’s belts impatiently.
He undid his trousers, but instead of shoving himself inside her immediately, he stopped to smear something from a small bottle on his cock. “Organic says we have to use lube, to make sure we don’t damage you again.”
Capable tensed at the reminder of last time, and despite her earlier arousal, it was not pleasant to feel him force his way into her. She remembered to keep up the pretense, though, and she wrapped her legs around him.
“Glory be,” he murmured.
Capable noticed the lumps on his neck - and the smiling faces drawn on them. The urge to cry returned and she kept it at bay by reaching up to plant kisses on each smiling tumor. Then she kissed the other side of his neck for no reason.
“Capable,” he panted, and she realized she didn’t even know this War Boy’s name.
He finished with a wordless groan and Capable held him in her arms. She doesn’t feel any of the anger or disgust she expected to feel. She thought about the War Boys who’d come to see her and talk about her ‘pup’ and that War Boy who’d tried to give Cheedo a gift. Joe gave her to his boys to punish her and Angharad, but maybe Capable could use this to change them. It’d take time, but maybe she could plant seeds of thought and emotion that Joe wouldn’t like at all.
The War Boy propped himself up and smiled down at her. “That was real shine.”
“Wasn’t it?” she murmured in an agreeable tone.
He kissed her cheek before he climbed off her and let himself out of the cell.
Cheedo came to her after he was gone and hugged her. “I’m sorry,” she said, the first words she’d spoken in dozens of days. Her voice was hoarse. “I’m sorry you had to suffer that for me. I’m sorry. I’m sorry I’m not as brave as you.”
“It wasn’t so bad,” Capable lied. She rocked her soothingly. It was worth it if it brought Cheedo’s voice back.
Toast IV
As far as Toast was concerned, Capable should have waited until the War Boy was almost inside Cheedo and distracted, and grabbed his own weapon and killed him instead of letting him rape her instead of Cheedo.
“Killing one War Boy wouldn’t change anything.”
“It’d mean one less of them to rape us.”
“We could try to change them. Teach them. Talk to them.”
And sure enough, the next day, Toast saw her talking to the War Boys lying around the Blood Shed at death’s door. Toast was watching her hold a wet cloth to one’s forehead and thinking how if she was in Capable’s place, she’d smother the bastard, when the Organic Mechanic brought that day’s rapists to the cell.
“I had Toast the Knowing already,” one of them says. “I want Cheedo the Fragile.”
“I want the Fragile too.”
Cheedo whimpered.
Toast grabbed the belt of the one who’d said he’d ‘had’ her before, and smiled up at him as she swiftly kneed him in his balls. He doubled over, cupping his groin and moaning in pain.
The other War Boy laughed. The Organic Mechanic laughed too, but he strode into the cell and grabbed her by her arm. He dragged her out and shackled one of her hands to the bars of the cell.
“Bad Toast. Now I have to find another Boy for you.”
He ushered the War Boy she’d kneed away and left with him. Capable came to her and held her free hand.
“Please don’t,” she heard Cheedo say.
“Why not?” the War Boy asked her, sounding surprised.
“I don’t want to.”
“You have to.”
She heard what was probably the War Boy pushing Cheedo down and lowering himself on top of her. Toast refused to watch. She stared intently at the ground, barely resisting the desire to cover her ears as well.
“Be gentle,” Capable said, presumably to the War Boy raping Cheedo. At least she was realistic enough to know she couldn’t talk him out of it.
“I am being gentle,” the War Boy protested. “I know she’s Fragile.”
Toast had to look to see what his idea of gentle was. He was on his knees between Cheedo’s legs, touching her face and chest almost reverently - but he was still inside her when Cheedo had told him she didn’t want him.
Part 2
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: War Boys/Capable, War Boys/Toast, War Boys/Cheedo, Nux/Capable, Slit/Toast, Morsov/Cheedo, The Dag/Cheedo
Word Count: ?
Summary: AU. The escape fails and Immortan Joe punishes the Five Wives by giving Capable, Toast, and Cheedo to the Citadel's War Boys. In the aftermath, Capable tries to induce Lima Syndrome in the War Boys, Morsov begins to understand the horror of what he's done, and Toast is just angry.
Warnings: Non-con, gang rape, forced pregnancy, knifeplay, Lima Syndrome, Stockholm Syndrome
Morsov I
Morsov had killed the most Buzzards on this last, aborted run so he got to go first. Cheedo the Fragile had been crying when they’d discovered the Immortan’s wives hidden in the rig, she’d cried all the ride back to the Citadel, cried when Immortan Joe divorced her and Toast the Knowing and Capable and sentenced them to breed new War Pups, and she was crying now. He’d be awed at how much water she had to waste if her crying didn’t make him feel unsettled.
He’d fucked breeders before, but never one so shiny. All that crying would make her rust though. Morsov wiped away her tears as best he could with just his bare hands.
“I don’t want to,” she said. “Please don’t make me.”
He shook his head, not unsympathetically. “You shouldn’t have made the Immortan angry.”
These three are yours now, my boys. Use them to give me strong pups to grow into loyal War Boys, the Immortan had commanded. War Boys lived to serve the Immortan, and Morsov was no exception.
He hooked a booted foot behind her bare ankles and swept her off her feet, sending her sprawling onto her back, and then he forced her legs apart so he could position himself between them. He tore away the cloth covering her cunt and then reached up to tear away the one covering her breasts too. She tried to cover herself with her hands and Morsov had to pin her wrists down.
“Don’t do that again,” he warned, “Or I’ll have to tie your hands.” He should tie them now, but he suspected it’d make her start crying again and he wanted to avoid that.
She nodded understanding and, hopefully, acceptance. Morsov wasn’t yet hard enough to breed with her, so he began playing with her breasts. They were small, but he knew they’d grow bigger as she grew a new pup inside her belly. But first he had to plant one there.
He found his lube in one of his pockets and lubed up his cock. He was lubing up her cunt when she started crying again. He did his best to ignore it and worked his cock into her. She was whimpering like a hurt pup, but her cunt felt so good.
Morsov made it last as long as he could, but it felt like too soon before he was coming. The important thing was that he’d filled her with his seed, he reminded himself. His pleasure was just incidental. He kissed her forehead before climbing up off of her. Maybe she’d have his pup since he’d been first. It’d be a good, strong healthy pup, maybe even full life like her. Maybe it’d grown up to be an Imperator.
“Where’s Ace?” he asked, realizing that the Ace wasn’t among them.
Elvis looked around, apparently not having realized the Ace was missing until now. “Maybe he liked one of the other breeders better.”
That must be it. The war rig crew had been given Cheedo the Fragile, but if the Ace wanted to fuck Toast the Knowing or Capable instead, none of the other War Boys would object. He was almost like a second father to them all, after the Immortan.
Sprockets was fucking Cheedo and he kept trying to kiss her, but she kept turning her head away. She was sobbing louder. Morsov turned away abruptly.
“Going to look for Ace,” he said.
Capable I
She’d been numb with grief for her hope of freedom, as well as for Furiosa, since they’d been recaptured. One of the other wives had suggested they all kill themselves in the brief moment they had before they were dragged out of the rig by War Boys. Capable didn’t remember which of them had said it. It might have been her.
But now pure terror filled her as she realized Joe was serious. He was really going to give them to his boys. Cheedo was dragged away as a reward for a specific group of War Boys, and Joe and his imperators retreated and allowed the rest of his army to engulf her and Toast. She screamed and screamed, but even her screams and Toast’s couldn’t drown out the excited chatter of their rapists-to-be.
“Shiny and chrome.”
“So soft.”
“Me first!”
“I want this one!”
“Not you, your pup would be as weak as you. My pup will be strong.”
There were hands everywhere. Ripping her clothes off, tugging at her hair, pulling her legs apart, holding her arms, and touching every part of her they could reach. Their faces were horrible, all freshly painted bone white for the brief pursuit, with their eye sockets darkened by engine grease. Demons from a nightmare.
One of them bit her breast, and she screamed.
“No damaging them!” another admonished him.
She heard Toast scream in pain and then heard War Boys laughing.
“Idiot, that’s not where you fuck a breeder. Won’t breed any pups there. I’ll show you how it’s done.”
It was a small mercy that most of them were overly excited and didn’t take more than a few thrusts to climax. But there were so many of them. Capable was afraid that she was going to die like this. She wondered if they’d even notice she was dead, or if they’d carry on raping her cooling body.
It might have happened too if the Organic Mechanic hadn’t waded through the crowd of War Boys. “Let me through, boys, let me through.”
He looked at her and shook his head. “Sorry, boys, gotta put an end to the fun. Can’t have them damaged beyond repair.”
“I haven’t gone yet!”
“I’ve only fucked one, I want to fuck the other one too!”
“They’re our breeders!”
“A breeder’s no good if you damage her breeding parts. You boys have fucked them good and proper. You’ve got to stop now if you want pups.”
Some War Boys kept arguing, but the one on top of Capable crawled off her and no one came to replace him. Her hands were numb from someone holding her wrists too tightly, her breasts ached from being mauled, and the pain between her legs was terrible. She didn’t even have the energy to sit up or try to cover herself. She just laid there, hoping it was over and terrified it wasn’t.
“Throttle, Bolt, carry them to the Blood Shed for me.”
“Makes you almost glad Furiosa turned traitor, doesn’t it?” one of the two confided to the other as they carried Capable and Toast wherever they were taking them.
“Don’t talk like that.”
“Ah, you know every Boy’s thinking it too. This was our lucky day.”
Toast I
Cheedo hadn’t spoken since. Two dozen days had passed and their bodies had mended. Toast and Cheedo had bled since, but not Capable. Capable was pregnant and wouldn’t have to endure another round of rapes, not until she either lost the baby or birthed it and it was time for her to breed another warrior for Joe’s army. Toast envied her.
The Organic Mechanic might have stopped the gangrape, but it clearly had only been so that they wouldn’t die or be permanently damaged. He reminded them every day with a leering smile what their new purpose was. He was their caretaker now. Miss Giddy had been tortured and killed for her role in helping them escape. Toast didn’t know who was taking care of Angharad and the Dag up in the vault, but they wouldn’t be harmed physically while they carried Joe’s babies.
She saved her worry for herself. She and Capable and Cheedo now lived in a small cell near the Organic Mechanic’s Blood Shed. Toast found she was grateful for the bars that kept her penned in because those bars also kept War Boys out.
There had been plenty of complaints about not getting to rape the ex-wives again. She was pathetically grateful that the Organic Mechanic held firm and insisted that they had to heal up first. Toast thought carefully about her situation. There was no hope of escape now. She didn’t want to cooperate, but she didn’t want to endure another gangrape and she wasn’t certain that Cheedo could survive another.
“It’s inefficient,” she blurted.
“What is?” the Organic Mechanic asked, without turning to look at her.
“Having us raped by so many War Boys that we’re damaged and they can’t try to breed more battle fodder for Joe until our bodies have healed. Just one a day would be more efficient.”
“Yes,” Capable chimed in. She was holding Cheedo in her arms, comforting her. “You could use it as a reward for particular War Boys.”
The Organic Mechanic liked the idea. “I’ll run it by Joe,” he said.
Joe must want them to survive and endure their punishment for a good long time, because he agreed. They were to be raped by one War Boy every day instead of another gangrape. She was actually relieved when the Organic Mechanic told her. This was what her life had come to.
Morsov II
The Ace had been acting funny since the Imperator-turned-Traitor had almost stolen the Immortan’s prize breeders. He was only present when duty demanded it; at most other times, he could be found drunk in his bunk. When he could be found at all.
Morsov had admired Imperator Furiosa, and when he was new to her crew he’d fancied himself in love with her for a few dozen days. But since her betrayal, he thought of her the way he thought of the breeder and sire who’d given him life: not at all. Or at least he tried.
When he was a pup, sometimes his bunkmate would tell him he’d been crying out in ‘Buzzard’ in his sleep. Sometimes he’d awaken to other War Pups hitting and kicking him, and calling him Buzzard-spawn. He never remembered speaking Buzzard. He only remembered calling out for his mother and his father.
He dreamt sometimes of the day he’d been taken up into the Citadel, but it wasn’t the sweet dream it should have been. He was afraid and crying in the dream. Luckily he rarely dreamt this dream.
At least until the day Imperator Furiosa turned the rig onto the fury road as she tried to flee the Immortan.
He dreamt the dream that night, after her attempt at traitoring the Immortan had been foiled. He was afraid and he was trying to find his mother. But instead of his mother, he found Cheedo the Fragile. She was weeping too. He tried to stop her crying, so she wouldn’t rust, but she recoiled from him like he was a Buzzard and then she cried worse.
He felt awful when he heard that the prize breeders the Immortan had given them were damaged. Most War Boys did.
“She was fine when I was fucking her!”
Except for the crying.
“It’s your fault. You must have damaged her, you were last.”
“I didn’t damage her!”
The Ace’s bitter laughter shocked them all. Morsov glanced around and saw that the rest of the war rig crew looked as unsure and slightly worried as he felt. Then they all looked at him.
“Ace?” he said.
“Finish up with this engine, then go to the Blood Shed,” the Ace ordered. “The Organic Mechanic wants to examine each one of you and make sure you haven’t stuck your cocks in diseased filth and caught anything you could pass to the breeders.”
The Ace didn’t have an actual room with a door like the imperators had, but he had a nook all to himself and no War Boy would intrude on him. Except this was necessary. Morsov was worried about him.
“Ace?” he called tentatively. The Ace had always been there. He should have died of sickness ages ago, or gone to Valhalla, but he remained, as constant to generations of War Boys as the Immortan. Morsov immediately quashed that blasphemous thought and vowed to spend the evening on his knees in prayer before the altar of V8 to make up for it.
“What do you want?”
He was taken back by the Ace’s tone, and hurt. The Ace had always been kind to him even back when he was a mediocre pup.
He eyed the bottle in the Ace’s hand. The Ace always said liquor was for fools, and indeed every War Boy learned for himself that the short-lived exhilaration it caused was not worth the sickness that followed.
“What’s the matter?” he asked.
The Ace laughed harshly. “What’s the matter?! I put a bullet in the head of the woman I loved, boy. And still better that than witnessing Joe shredding her.”
Morsov didn’t know how to respond.
“Oh, Furiosa.”
Imperator Furiosa had gone from hero to traitor in the blink of an eye. She’d betrayed Immortan Joe and that made her the worst person in the world. But before that she’d been the most feared and respected imperator, the second best person in the world. The Ace had known her a long time, and Morsov told himself it didn’t make him soft or almost a traitor himself if he didn’t curse her and spit after saying her name.
The Ace continued, more softly, “Furiosa, what were you thinking? Why? Why now?”
He took several swallows from the bottle, then a moment later he retched it all up.
Morsov hurried to offer him what was left of his day’s ration of Aqua Cola.
The Ace waved it away and laid down on his bunk. He closed his eyes.
Morsov stood watching him for a while. He didn’t know what to do. He’d never seen the Ace like this, and his first thought was to get Imperator Furiosa, but she was gone and a traitor.
He asked, in a near whisper, “Ace? What do we do about the wives? We just got them and they’re already broken.”
It seemed like the Ace hadn’t heard him, or wasn’t going to answer, but at last he said, quietly, “Be nice to them.”
Capable II
The Organic Mechanic didn’t usher her back into the cell when he’d finished examining her, so Capable went to stand by it. “Did you forget something?” she called to him.
“The boys know you’re knocked up and off-limits now,” he called back. “Make yourself useful and give those blood bags their morning drink of water.”
She should have been relieved to get some measure of freedom, but Capable felt only terror. There was nothing to stop War Boys from seizing her and forcing themselves on her again. She gripped the bars of the cell, clinging to the last semblance of protection, nevermind that she was on the wrong side for it to do her any good.
Toast was mouthing the word “weapon” at her.
Capable shook her head. She might be able to get hold of a weapon, but there would be no opportunity to use it on Joe. Injuring or killing a random War Boy or the Organic Mechanic would make no difference and change nothing. It would only tempt her to use it on herself.
She put a hand over her still-flat belly. Our babies will not be warlords, they’d painted on the floor of the vault before Furiosa had snuck them out. No, her baby would have an even worse fate. Her son would be mere battle fodder. And if she had a girl, her daughter would be used as a breeder.
She should do it. She should find a knife and stick it in her belly. She should save this baby from the fate that awaited it.
No, not yet. There was still a smidgen of hope. Angharad still carried Joe’s baby. If the baby was born healthy and a boy, Joe might be happy enough that he’d heed Angharad’s pleas. Capable had no doubt that Angharad was begging mercy for her, Cheedo, and Toast nonstop. She only hoped that Angharad wasn’t blaming herself for not sharing in their fate.
Capable let go of the iron bars. She picked up the bucket of water and the ladle, and moved between the poor souls being kept in cages to be robbed of the very blood from their veins. She was about to give water to a man with a muzzle over his face when one of dying War Boys bolted up from his rocky bed and staggered between them.
“Don’t get near that one. He’s feral. Bit a Boy’s finger off before they got the muzzle on him.”
Capable stared at him speechlessly. They’d captured this man, branded him, stuck him in a cage, and drained his blood - and they called him feral?!
The captive was looking at the bucket, licking his lips. He opened his mouth wide.
“He needs water,” Capable said.
The War Boy took the ladle from her and poured water into the man’s mouth.
The other ‘blood bags’ were all scrawny and weakened, and seemed mentally broken. This one must not have been a captive long. He still looked strong and wasn’t broken yet.
“What’s your name?” Capable asked him.
He grunted, but he didn’t speak.
The War Boy, however, seemed to think Capable had been addressing him. He said, “Chev.”
He was too sick for anything now, but his health might have been better a moon ago. Had he been one of the War Boys who’d raped her, or had he raped Cheedo, or Toast?
Capable turned away from him. She felt queasy and it seemed like her breakfast was about to come back up. She went to sit on the ground outside the cell, leaning back against the bars. She closed her eyes.
“Is it moving yet?” asked an eager masculine voice.
She opened her eyes to find a pair of War Boys looming over her. One of them crouched beside her and reached out as if to touch her. Capable slapped his hand away, and was surprised when he didn’t just grab her and pin her down.
“Can I feel it?” he asked.
Capable stared at him, confused.
“You idiots,” hissed Toast. “It’s only been twenty-nine days. It’ll be well over a hundred days more before there’s movement.”
She was shocked at first to realize what they wanted. Then she felt a sudden sadness at their ignorance. Did they really know so little? Did they really not know that a human pregnancy lasted nine moons? Surely even animals had an instinctive knowledge of such basic, vital matters.
“A hundred days?!” the second War Boy exclaimed, dismayed. “That’s forever!”
“And then another hundred and fifty days before it’s born,” Toast said. There was a bitter and spiteful tone to her voice. War Boys didn’t live long. Most of them were slowly dying - their parents having been poisoned by radiation before they were even conceived - and that fact spurred them to spend their lives even faster, seeking a violent death in service to Immortan Joe.
“I can breathe fine,” stated the crouching War Boy. He glanced at his friend. “And if I Witness Block before then, I’ll tell the pup all about him.”
Capable didn’t know how much time she’d have with the child she carried. She’d been pregnant by Joe once before and miscarried. And if she did carry this pregnancy to term and delivered a living baby, it might very well be taken away from her as soon as it was weaned. But these War Boys probably didn’t know that if they didn’t have any idea of how long pregnancy lasted.
“I’ll tell my baby that its father was one of Joe’s mindless battle fodder and pray that he or she escapes the same fate.”
The War Boys didn’t take offense. To Capable’s surprise, they both nodded.
“Yeah,” said the one who was apparently named Block. He knelt and placed his hand on Capable’s stomach. “He’ll be full-life and rise to Imperator.”
Capable thought about grabbing his hand and bending one of his fingers further back than it was meant to go - breaking it, like Toast and the Dag would have done - but she felt an odd pity for this… this… boy. She couldn’t think of him as a man - Joe had intentionally made sure that his warriors were War ‘Boys’ and he was the only one afforded the status of man.
She put her hand over the War Boy Block’s and gently pried his hand away. “And maybe he’ll have an even better and more fulfilling life than that. Maybe he’ll be free.”
Toast II
A War Boy came right up to the bars of their cell one morning and stared at Cheedo. Cheedo huddled in the far corner. Capable went to her and held her, trying to shield her from the War Boy’s attention. Toast glared at him, wishing she could gouge his eyes out.
“They’re still not ready, Morsov,” the Organic Mechanic said. “Soon though.”
“I know,” the War Boy Morsov replied. “I just wanted to see Cheedo the Fragile.”
He dug into one of his numerous pockets and took out a small strip of red fabric. Toast stared at it. Brightly colored cloth was rare in the Wasteland. The clothes from Before had all long faded and lost their original colors, and dye for new cloth was an unthinkable luxury not even Joe would waste resources on. The War Boy must have found his scrap while scavenging or raiding out in the Wasteland and hoarded it.
“I wanted to give her this,” he said. “For her hair maybe.”
Toast didn’t know what the hell was going on. The Organic Mechanic was snickering. Capable went to the bars and accepted the fabric from the War Boy Morsov, and then she offered it to Cheedo.
“He brought you a gift,” Capable said.
Was that what happened?
Cheedo glanced at the War Boy and cringed. She stared at the red fabric without making any move to accept it.
“Leave her alone,” Toast snapped. “You bastards broke her. You gangraped her and a piece of pretty cloth is supposed to make up for it?!”
The Morsov War Boy seemed surprised by Toast’s vehemence. “The Immortan wants you all to bear pups.”
Toast laughed in disgust. “Yeah, you’d jump off a cliff if he told you, I know.”
She felt a hand on her arm and looked to see Capable shaking her head at her.
“Thank you,” Capable said to the War Boy. “Cheedo hasn’t spoken since that day, but I’m sure she’ll like your gift.”
The War Boy went away finally.
Toast turned to Capable. “What was that about?”
Capable had a thoughtful expression. “He’s sorry he hurt her.”
“And that’s supposed to make it better?!”
“No, but it means he knows it was wrong even though it was what Joe wanted. Maybe other War Boys feel the same way too.”
Toast had to bite her tongue to keep from telling Capable she could afford to be so understanding because she wasn’t about to be raped again in a few days.
Cheedo was crying silently. Toast and Capable both went to her and hugged her between them. They couldn’t protect her, all they could do was try to comfort her.
Toast III
“Feeding time,” the Organic Mechanic announced as he brought them their morning meal. “And later on it’s breeding time!”
“We’re not ready,” Toast said desperately.
“Sure you are. Healed up perfectly. Nice and tight.”
She shouldn’t have been surprised. The Organic Mechanic had seemed pleased when he’d last examined them. If anything, it should be a surprise that the rapes hadn’t resumed then.
“And you should be ripe for breeding today by my count. You want me to examine you to be sure?”
“Don’t touch me.”
He laughed. “Saving it all for the boys, eh? I know just the pair to start you girls off.”
The two War Boys he brought to them later were apparently his favorites, though the taller, thinner one didn’t seem to return his affection.
“It wasn’t right that you boys weren’t rewarded,” he said to them. “The Ace never would have known what the traitor had done if it wasn’t for you two catching up to the rig and shouting it.”
“Ace deserves to drive the rig,” the thin one said. He evaded the Organic Mechanic’s attempt to pat him on the back.
The other one disagreed. “Organic knows what’s what. You deserve to drive the war rig, and I deserve a pursuit vehicle, and we both deserve our own personal breeders to fuck whenever we want.”
Toast could feel herself shaking. Their escape might have been successful if not for these two War Boys. It was insult to injury to be raped by them, too, and forced to bear them children. For a moment she was too angry to be afraid of what was about to happen.
Then the shorter War Boy - shorter only in comparison to his friend, he was actually much taller than her - looked at them huddling in their cell and grinned. Or maybe he didn’t. There were scars running from the corners of his lips almost to his ears, giving him a sort of permanent gruesome smile. He was muscled, and scarred, and had several knives on him, and altogether he was one of the scariest things Toast had ever seen.
Their gazes locked for a moment and now she was certain he was grinning. He pointed at her. “I want that one.”
“I was hoping you would,” the Organic Mechanic said. “She’s gotten as mouthy as the Dag lately.” He looked at his favorite. “Unless you want her, Nux?”
The Nux War Boy shrugged. “It doesn’t matter to me. They’re all so shiny and chrome.”
A War Pup sprinted in breathlessly and started tugging at the Organic Mechanic’s trousers. “Organic, Organic, you gotta come quick! Sparky fell and he says he can’t feel anything!”
The Organic Mechanic tossed a ring of keys at Nux. “Don’t get too carried away, boys.”
The more scarred War Boy snatched the keys away from his friend and opened their cell. He dragged Toast out and carried her over to the metal table where the Organic Mechanic did most of his work.
“You bit me last time,” he said conversationally. He was undoing his belts. “You just gonna lie there this time? What’s the matter, we fuck all the fight out of you?”
It was so awful, so cruel, that Toast reacted before she could consider the wisdom of her action. She slapped him, palm striking his stapled cheek so hard that it left her hand stinging with pain.
He laughed. “Yeah,” he said. “That’s more like it.”
She was desperately relieved that it seemed he wasn’t going to hit her back. He could do a lot more harm to her than she could do to him without a weapon. She resolved not to hit him again. It wasn’t smart, and, besides, it seemed to be what he wanted and she refused to give him anything more than what she couldn’t stop him from taking.
His cock went inside her more smoothly than it should, and she realized he’d coated it with something slippery. It was still uncomfortable though. Toast tried to just count her breaths and wait for it to be over, but her attention was caught by the scars on the War Boy’s torso. It wasn’t random scars like she’d thought, it was a pattern like a drawing. Crazy. They were all crazy and evil.
He reached orgasm, and Toast bitterly hoped his seed took root. The sooner she got pregnant, the sooner the rapes would stop. The War Boy put his forehead to hers. “Immortan be praised, you feel so fucking good, breeder.”
Toast expected him to let her go back to her cell now that he was done. But he pinned her down when she tried to slip out from under him. He rubbed his face against her neck and chest. “Not done with you yet, shiny breeder. I’m going to fuck you again.”
Toast could feel herself on the brink of breaking. It took everything she had to stay whole. She wanted to cry, but she couldn’t because if she did, she’d break apart. She had to do something to distract herself from the feeling, to make herself feel something else. The War Boy’s ear was within easy reach. Toast bit him as hard as she could.
He growled in surprise, and then bit her neck in retaliation. He bit her a second time, then offered his own neck to her. She wanted to tear his throat out. She drew blood and savored the taste of it, not caring that his groan wasn’t one of pain.
“I wish I could stick each of those knives into your belly and watch you die slowly,” Toast said quietly.
“I’d let you try, but can’t risk damaging you.” He kissed her jaw. “You can talk, good. I wasn’t sure. They say one of you can’t talk now.”
“I can talk. I can tell you how much I hate you and how much I hope some other bastard in the wasteland shoots you in both kneecaps and leaves you for the carrion birds. I hope they shoot your arms too so you can’t even crawl.”
He grinned. “I like the way you think.” He was tugging at one of her nipples.
The jolt of arousal shocked her. It got worse when he started chewing her nipple.
“Ah,” she exclaimed.
Fortunately, the War Boy assumed it was a cry of pain. He heaved a sigh of disappointment. “I forgot how fragile you breeders are.”
He rubbed the nipple gently as if trying to soothe the hurt, apparently under the impression he’d almost damaged her. Toast hated that it felt good. To distract him into doing something else, she made an attempt to grab the knife dangling from his belt. He caught her wrist before she could do anything with the blade, and took it away and returned it to his belt.
But apparently the attempt was enough to excite him. He grabbed her hips and slid her down to the edge of the table, pulling her onto his cock as much as he pushed it into her. He fucked her more slowly this time.
That was to be expected.
Toast wished it hurt. She looked around, searching for something else to focus on. But the War Boy didn’t like being ignored. He grabbed her jaw and leaned forward, bringing his face close so that his terrible face was all she could see. He was downright leisurely as he fucked her, seemingly in no hurry to come.
He was still fucking her when the Organic Mechanic returned.
“Damn, Slit, not done yet? That’s some stamina. Having fun, Toast?”
“He’s on round two,” the other War Boy called, as if to correct the Organic Mechanic’s misassumption about his friend’s stamina.
“You had a good time, Nux?”
“The best,” the War Boy Nux replied. He sounded guarded rather than boastful, as if it wasn’t something he cared to discuss with the Organic Mechanic.
Toast tried to block them out, but it only served to make the sensation of the scarred War Boy’s cock thrusting in and out of her more intense. She wanted this over. She tensed her muscles and squeezed down on him.
“Fuck,” he swore.
Toast squeezed again.
He climaxed, and then, while panting into her ear, he whispered, “Even better this time.”
Capable III
“What’s the matter with her?” the painfully thin War Boy asked. There was mild concern in his voice, but he sounded more curious.
Cheedo had her knees drawn up and was hugging her legs and rocking slightly as she wept silent tears. Capable felt a helpless bitterness, along with an almost overwhelming sense of despair. Cheedo was going to be violated once again and there was nothing she could do to stop it.
But the Organic Mechanic wasn’t here at the moment. Maybe if she acted quickly, she could spare Cheedo another rape just this once. Capable grabbed the War Boy’s arm and forced herself to smile at him. “You don’t want her. I’m much more fun.”
He looked down at her and Capable remembered seeing those striking blue eyes above her during the gangrape. She kept what was surely a grotesque parody of a smile on her face and stroked her fingers down his chest and stomach all the way down to his belt.
“You already have a pup in you,” he said uncertainly.
She nodded. “Maybe your pup.”
He got a joyous look on his face, as if he’d never considered before that he could be the father of the baby growing inside her. Capable massaged his groin through the heavy fabric of his trousers.
“You’re real shiny and chrome,” he said, touching her hair lightly.
She let herself crumple to the ground and pulled him down on top of her. She cupped his face between her hands and closed her eyes to that strangely innocent and happy gaze as she kissed him. She expected him to take control and do what he was here to do. She just wanted to try to let her mind go somewhere else.
But the War Boy was strangely hesitant and Capable had an epiphany: this was consensual sex from his viewpoint and it was probably the first time he was having sex with a woman rather than forcibly raping one. The thought made her want to cry.
She guided his head to her breasts. “Here. There’s no milk yet, but you can still suck.”
He looked doubtful at this, but he took a nipple into his mouth and sucked hard. Her involuntary moan seemed to delight him. He kept sucking and seized her other nipple between his fingertips. She moaned again to encourage him, but the tug of arousal low in her belly was real, much to her surprise.
She had to hurry. The Organic Mechanic could be back any moment. Capable pulled at the War Boy’s belts impatiently.
He undid his trousers, but instead of shoving himself inside her immediately, he stopped to smear something from a small bottle on his cock. “Organic says we have to use lube, to make sure we don’t damage you again.”
Capable tensed at the reminder of last time, and despite her earlier arousal, it was not pleasant to feel him force his way into her. She remembered to keep up the pretense, though, and she wrapped her legs around him.
“Glory be,” he murmured.
Capable noticed the lumps on his neck - and the smiling faces drawn on them. The urge to cry returned and she kept it at bay by reaching up to plant kisses on each smiling tumor. Then she kissed the other side of his neck for no reason.
“Capable,” he panted, and she realized she didn’t even know this War Boy’s name.
He finished with a wordless groan and Capable held him in her arms. She doesn’t feel any of the anger or disgust she expected to feel. She thought about the War Boys who’d come to see her and talk about her ‘pup’ and that War Boy who’d tried to give Cheedo a gift. Joe gave her to his boys to punish her and Angharad, but maybe Capable could use this to change them. It’d take time, but maybe she could plant seeds of thought and emotion that Joe wouldn’t like at all.
The War Boy propped himself up and smiled down at her. “That was real shine.”
“Wasn’t it?” she murmured in an agreeable tone.
He kissed her cheek before he climbed off her and let himself out of the cell.
Cheedo came to her after he was gone and hugged her. “I’m sorry,” she said, the first words she’d spoken in dozens of days. Her voice was hoarse. “I’m sorry you had to suffer that for me. I’m sorry. I’m sorry I’m not as brave as you.”
“It wasn’t so bad,” Capable lied. She rocked her soothingly. It was worth it if it brought Cheedo’s voice back.
Toast IV
As far as Toast was concerned, Capable should have waited until the War Boy was almost inside Cheedo and distracted, and grabbed his own weapon and killed him instead of letting him rape her instead of Cheedo.
“Killing one War Boy wouldn’t change anything.”
“It’d mean one less of them to rape us.”
“We could try to change them. Teach them. Talk to them.”
And sure enough, the next day, Toast saw her talking to the War Boys lying around the Blood Shed at death’s door. Toast was watching her hold a wet cloth to one’s forehead and thinking how if she was in Capable’s place, she’d smother the bastard, when the Organic Mechanic brought that day’s rapists to the cell.
“I had Toast the Knowing already,” one of them says. “I want Cheedo the Fragile.”
“I want the Fragile too.”
Cheedo whimpered.
Toast grabbed the belt of the one who’d said he’d ‘had’ her before, and smiled up at him as she swiftly kneed him in his balls. He doubled over, cupping his groin and moaning in pain.
The other War Boy laughed. The Organic Mechanic laughed too, but he strode into the cell and grabbed her by her arm. He dragged her out and shackled one of her hands to the bars of the cell.
“Bad Toast. Now I have to find another Boy for you.”
He ushered the War Boy she’d kneed away and left with him. Capable came to her and held her free hand.
“Please don’t,” she heard Cheedo say.
“Why not?” the War Boy asked her, sounding surprised.
“I don’t want to.”
“You have to.”
She heard what was probably the War Boy pushing Cheedo down and lowering himself on top of her. Toast refused to watch. She stared intently at the ground, barely resisting the desire to cover her ears as well.
“Be gentle,” Capable said, presumably to the War Boy raping Cheedo. At least she was realistic enough to know she couldn’t talk him out of it.
“I am being gentle,” the War Boy protested. “I know she’s Fragile.”
Toast had to look to see what his idea of gentle was. He was on his knees between Cheedo’s legs, touching her face and chest almost reverently - but he was still inside her when Cheedo had told him she didn’t want him.
Part 2