Chapter 18: A real Apocalypse
The heavy door hissed shut, sealing McKenna alone with the two prisoners and the stink of cold fear. Hale sat rigid in his ropes, his eyes tracking her every twitch, while Anya groaned softly in her chair, her head lolling forward. McKenna’s knuckles were white around the pistol’s grip, its weight both alien and absolute.
“Look at me, you bitch,” Anya slurred, lifting her head with visible effort.Her gaze burned with pure hatred. “Fuck you.You traitorous whore.You killed my sister. You killed Tally.”
McKenna took a step closer, the pistol now aimed at the floor between them. “We all made choices.Tally was going to leave me for dead out there, same as you. She was just smarter about hiding it.”
“Bullshit,” Anya spat, a thread of saliva dangling from her lip. “She was family.”
“Family?” McKenna’s laugh was a short, bitter sound.“Family doesn’t watch you freeze and calculate the calories you’re wasting. I hated that fucking village. I hated the smell of despair, the fucking prayers, the way everyone just got smaller and deader each day.” She leaned in, her voice dropping to a fierce whisper. “And I didn’t kill Tally.He did.”
Anya’s eyes narrowed. “What?”
“He shot her while he was fucking me in the ass,” McKenna said, the words deliberate and clear.“I was bent over the control console. He was still inside me, his cock buried in my asshole, when he picked up his rifle. I watched her head snap back. I felt him pulse inside me when he pulled the trigger.”
Anya thrashed against her bonds, the chair legs screeching on the metal floor. “You’re lying!”
“I wanted him to fuck me over her dead body,” McKenna continued, her voice hardening. “I wanted to come on his cock while her blood pooled on the tiles. And I did.”
Anya’s ranting dissolved into raw, guttural screams, a torrent of curses and pleas that echoed off the sterile walls.The monitor room door slid open, cutting through the noise. Jesse emerged, his expression unchanged by the cacophony.He ignored Anya completely.
He walked to Hale, hauled him upright, and shoved him into the chair Anya’s thrashing had vacated. Without a word, he lifted the man’s ghillie suit tunic, his hands patting down the rough fabric.He found nothing but a cheap plastic cigarette lighter. Jesse let the tunic fall back down.He then turned and plucked the pistol from McKenna’s loose fingers. In one fluid motion, he pressed the barrel against Hale’s temple. “You told me you had actionable intel on the Cleansed.Their numbers. Their routes.”
Hale looked up, a faint, defiant smile touching his cracked lips. “Fuck you.”
The gunshot was a deafening crunch in the enclosed space.Hale’s body jerked. Jesse fired again, a second shot that was almost superfluous. McKenna flinched, a full-body jump at the sudden violence, her hands flying to her ears.
Jesse turned, the pistol now sweeping toward Anya, whose screams had died into horrified silence. McKenna moved then, stepping between the gun and her cousin.“Don’t,” she said, her voice surprisingly steady.
Jesse’s cold blue eyes flicked to hers, questioning.
“I want you to fuck me,” McKenna said, glancing back at Anya’s terrified face.“Right here. In front of her.”
A slow, understanding grin spread across Jesse’s face.He gave a single nod. He set the pistol on a nearby console and began unbuckling his belt.McKenna didn’t wait. She shoved her own pants and underwear down to her knees, turning her back to him, presenting herself to Anya. She bent over, gripping the edge of a heavy equipment table, her wide, smooth ass fully on display.Jesse freed his cock, already hard. He spat into his palm, slicked himself roughly, and positioned the head at her entrance.He didn’t enter her slowly. He drove his full length into her cunt in one brutal, deep thrust, making her gasp and rock forward on the table.“Yeah, just like that,” McKenna moaned, pushing back against him. She locked eyes with Anya over her shoulder.“You see this? You see his cock splitting me open? This is what your precious Tally died for.”
Jesse set a punishing rhythm, his hips slamming into the full curves of her ass with wet, fleshy slaps. Each impact jiggled her voluptuous flesh. McKenna cried out, not in pain, but in wild, defiant pleasure.
“She was watching,” McKenna panted, her words punctuated by Jesse’s thrusts.“Her eyes were so fucking scared when he aimed the gun. And I got wetter. I felt my pussy get slicker around his dick knowing he was about to blow her brains out.”
“Shut up!” Anya shrieked, tears streaking her dirty face.
“I came the second he shot her,” McKenna growled, arching her back deeper. “I fucking convulsed on his cock.I screamed.It was the hardest I’ve ever come. Your sister’s death throes made me squirt all over his balls.”
Jesse grunted, his hands gripping her hips hard enough to bruise, driving into her with relentless force. The room filled with the sounds of their fucking: skin slapping, McKenna’s filthy proclamations, Jesse’s low groans, Anya’s choked sobs.
“He’s mine,” McKenna snarled, her own climax building again, coiling tight in her belly. “This bunker is mine.I earned it. I took his dick in my ass and I laughed while Tally died. And I’ll laugh while you rot.”
Her words triggered Jesse’s end. With a final, deep plunge, he held himself inside her, his own groan long and ragged as he emptied himself into her. McKenna followed, a sharp cry tearing from her throat as her body clenched around him, milking his cock as she stared directly into Anya’s broken eyes.For a moment, there was only the sound of their ragged breathing. Jesse pulled out, tucking himself away with clinical efficiency.He picked up the pistol from the console. He looked at Anya, then at McKenna, a silent question hanging in the air.
McKenna, pulling her pants up, her legs still trembling, wiped her mouth. She looked at her cousin, now utterly defeated, head bowed.“Leave her tied up,” McKenna said softly. “For now.”
Jesse nodded, holstering the pistol. He placed a hand on the small of McKenna’s back, a gesture of possession, and guided her toward the living quarters, leaving Anya alone with the corpse and the humming screens.
The living quarters felt cavernous after the contained violence of the monitor room. Jesse’s hand remained on her back, steering her past the sleeping pod toward the kitchen alcove. “You need to eat,” he said, his voice devoid of the heat from moments before, all practicality again.
He stopped at a stainless steel countertop welded to the bunker wall. Arrayed on it were cans of chili, beans, and a flat of military-grade ration bread.“Cook,” he instructed, nodding toward a compact induction burner.
McKenna looked at the cans, then at him, understanding dawning. She peeled her sweater over her head, letting it drop. Her pants and underwear followed, pooling around her boots until she stood bare on the cool metal floor. The bunker’s recycled air brushed her skin, raising goosebumps.She didn’t hesitate, turning to the cans and selecting one with practiced ease.
Jesse leaned against the counter beside her, watching as she used the manual opener. His eyes traced the line of her spine, the full swell of her hips, the way her ass moved as she worked. When she bent to retrieve a pot, his hand came up and cupped her breast, his rough thumb circling her nipple until it tightened into a hard peak. “Keep going,” he murmured, his other hand taking her other breast, squeezing the soft weight.
McKenna poured the chili into the pot, her breath hitching as he kneaded her flesh. She stirred mechanically, the thick scent of tomatoes and fake meat filling the alcove. He pinched her nipples, sharp tugs that made her back arch, the spoon clinking against the pot’s side. “It’s almost hot,” she managed, her voice tight.
He released her only to turn her toward him, capturing her mouth in a deep, claiming kiss.She could taste herself on his tongue, salty and slick. When he pulled back, he smacked her ass sharply. “Finish it.”
She served the hot chili into two bowls, her body humming with a strange mix of submission and wild energy. Jesse carried the bowls to the small table in the common area, where Anya’s chair had been dragged, its back facing the meal. McKenna followed, naked, carrying two squares of the dense bread.She sat, the cold seat a shock against her thighs.
Jesse began to eat with detached efficiency.McKenna picked up her spoon, her eyes fixed on the back of the woven chair. She took a mouthful, the flavor bland and warm. “Smell this, Anya?” she said, her voice conversational.“It’s real food. Not that frozen rat shit you’ve been choking down.”
A muted sob came from the other side of the chair. McKenna took another bite, chewing slowly.“He’s fucking me raw, you know.No condom. He’s filling my cunt up with his come over and over. I bet I’m dripping with it right now.”
She ate another spoonful. “You’re going to sit there until you starve.Or until the air scrubbers fail and you suffocate. We’ll watch you die on a monitor while we fuck in a real bed.”
Jesse finished his bowl, pushing it aside.McKenna scraped hers clean, the metallic scrape loud in the quiet. She stood, her meal sitting heavy in her stomach. She walked around the table and gripped the back of Anya’s chair, rotating it until her cousin faced them.
Anya’s eyes were red-rimmed voids of exhaustion and hate. Her gaze flickered over McKenna’s nude body, a fresh wave of shame and rage twisting her features.
“Look at you,” McKenna whispered, leaning down so their faces were close.“All that fight.For what? To watch me get fed and fucked?” She straightened up, turning to Jesse.“I want you again. Now.”
A flicker of something—approval, maybe—passed over his face. He stood and stripped off his own clothes, his erection already returning. He lowered himself onto the patterned rug in the center of the floor, lying flat on his back, his cock jutting upward.
McKenna straddled him, lowering herself onto his shaft in one smooth, deep slide. She sighed as he filled her, her head rolling back for a second before she caught herself.She fixed her eyes on Anya. “This is where Tally wanted to be,” she said, beginning to move her hips in a slow, grinding circle.
She rode him with deliberate, obscene rolls of her pelvis, her full breasts swaying. “She thought she could win with her sharp little mind.” McKenna’s pace increased, her ass lifting and slamming down on Jesse’s thighs with soft, wet impacts. “But this is all that matters now.This cock. This bunker.”
Jesse’s hands found her hips, guiding her rhythm.His breaths were becoming shallower. “You see this, you stupid cunt?” McKenna sneered at Anya, her own movement becoming frantic, the pleasure coiling tightly.“I’m gonna come on his dick while you watch. I’m gonna scream.”
Her climax was a tsunami building inside her, tightening every muscle. As the peak tore through her, her hand shot out to the table where Jesse had left the pistol. Her fingers closed around the grip. She didn’t look at it, her eyes locked on Anya’s as the orgasm ripped through her core.
In the midst of the convulsing pleasure, she extended her arm and fired.The first shot punched into Anya’s chest, the sound monstrous in the enclosed space. Anya jerked against her ropes, a gasp of pure shock escaping her lips. McKenna fired twice more in quick succession, each bullet thudding home with sickening finality.
Blood bloomed across Anya’s tunic. Her body sagged in the chair, her head lolling forward, a final trickle of blood leaving the corner of her mouth.
McKenna dropped the pistol onto the rug beside them. She never stopped moving, never broke the frantic, sliding rhythm of her hips on Jesse’s cock. The wet sounds of their coupling continued, now underscored by the dense, copper smell of blood. Jesse stared up at her, his blue eyes wide with a dark, enthralled hunger.“Fuck me harder,” he grunted, his own release approaching. “Squat. Do it.”
A slow, terrifying smile spread across McKenna’s lips, still flushed from her kill. She placed her hands on his chest for leverage and raised herself up, his slick cock sliding almost completely out. Then she dropped, bending her knees deeply, driving him back into her with brutal, piston-like force.
Then she dropped, bending her knees deeply, driving him back into her with brutal, piston-like force.
The impact shuddered through both of them, a wet, meaty slap of flesh. She rose and fell again, a relentless, deep squat that took every inch of him, her cunt stretched taut around his girth. Each descent was a controlled, powerful collapse, her thighs burning, her body using gravity to sheathe him completely.
She kept squat fucking his dick with an evil grin, her eyes glazed and distant, fixed on Anya’s slumped corpse. Her breath came in sharp, rhythmic huffs, synchronizing with the brutal tempo. Jesse’s hands clutched at her waist, his fingers digging into the soft give of her hips, but she was in control now, dictating the punishing depth.
“Jesus fuck,” Jesse grunted, his head pressing back into the rug. “You’re a goddamn animal.” He watched her body work, mesmerized by the obscene glide of his cock, shiny with her juices, disappearing into her with each devastating drop. “That was so fucking hot, baby. Watching you do that. Watching you fucking erase her.”
McKenna’s grin widened, a stark, terrible thing. “She’s nothing,” she panted, driving down. “Just meat. We’re alive.” Her voice was a guttural scrape, each word punched out by the force of her movements. “I feel you. I feel all of you. Right in my guts.”
She bounced faster and faster, abandoning the deep squat for a frantic, shallow piston that concentrated the friction on her clit. The wet slap of their union became a continuous, frenzied percussion. Her tits jounced violently, and a thin sheen of sweat coated her skin, gleaming in the bunker’s flat light.
“Gonna come,” she warned, not as a plea but as a statement. “Gonna come on the cock that’s mine. On his fucking cock.” Her words dissolved into a raw, shattered scream as the orgasm tore through her, a blinding, convulsive wave that clenched his shaft in a series of brutal, rhythmic pulses.
Her internal spasms triggered his own. “Fuck, McKenna!” he roared, his hips jerking off the floor to meet her final downward slam. He emptied himself inside her, a hot, flooding release that seemed to go on forever, his own shout echoing off the steel walls.
She kept bouncing on his dick until he was completely soft, milking the last weak twitches from him, her body shuddering through the aftershocks. Finally, she stilled, his spent, slick cock slipping from her as she collapsed sideways onto the rug, away from the cooling blood.
They lay there in the silence, breathing the coppery, sex-thick air. Jesse turned his head to look at her. Her skin was flushed, her hair plastered to her temples. He reached over and traced a finger through the sweat between her breasts. “No one’s left,” he stated, his voice hoarse.
“Just us,” she whispered back, staring at the ceiling. The adrenaline was leaching away, leaving a hollow, ringing quiet inside her skull. The bodies were just shapes in the room now.
After a long minute, Jesse sat up. He stood, his legs slightly unsteady, and walked naked to a panel by the door. He pressed a sequence, and a hidden vent near the ceiling whirred to life, the air beginning to cycle. “Clean-up,” he said, as if stating a mundane chore.
He handed her a grey towel from a stack on a shelf. It smelled faintly of chemical cleaner. She took it and dabbed at the mess between her legs, the mixed fluids of him and her. She didn’t look at the chair.
“Get dressed,” he said, pulling on his own pants. “We’ll seal them in the cold storage locker. For now.”
McKenna stood, her muscles protesting. She pulled her clothes on slowly, the fabric feeling strange against her oversensitive skin. She avoided looking directly at Anya’s body, but her peripheral vision caught the dark, spreading stain. It felt like a test she had already passed.
Jesse approached Hale’s body first, grabbing it under the arms with a grunt. “Grab his legs.”
She moved to comply, her movements automatic. The dead man was heavier than he looked. As they carried him toward the bunker’s rear hatch, his head lolled against her knee. “He said he had intel,” she murmured, more to break the silence than anything.
“He was lying,” Jesse said, his voice flat. “Or it was worthless. Doesn’t matter now.” They maneuvered the body through a narrow passage to a heavy, insulated door. Jesse keyed a code. Frost bloomed around the seal as it opened, releasing a wave of dry, frigid air.
Inside, metal shelves held vacuum-sealed packages of meat. They heaved the body onto the floor in a vacant corner. Jesse didn’t bother to arrange it. He simply turned and walked out. “Get the other one.”
Anya was lighter. McKenna looked at her cousin’s face as she lifted the feet. The eyes were still open, clouded with a final, profound confusion. McKenna focused on the feel of the boot in her hands, the way the laces were tied. They deposited her beside Hale. Jesse closed the door, the latch engaging with a solid, final thunk.
Back in the common area, the smell of blood and sex still lingered, weaker now, competing with the sterile breeze from the vent. The chair was overturned, a dark pool congealing on the rug beneath it. Jesse righted the chair and looked at the stain. “We’ll burn the rug later.”
He walked to the monitor bank, his bare feet silent on the floor. He flicked a switch, and one of the larger screens lit up, displaying a thermal image of the village. Tiny, pale blue ghosts huddled in tents, moving slowly against the deep black of the frozen ground. He zoomed in on one particular cluster.
McKenna came to stand beside him, close enough that their arms almost touched. She followed his gaze to the screen. “What now?”
Jesse was silent for a long moment, his eyes scanning the grainy feed. He reached out and touched the screen, his finger hovering over one of the ghostly figures. “Now we see who’s desperate enough to try next,” he said quietly. His hand dropped, coming to rest on the back of her neck, his grip possessive, almost comforting. “And we decide if we want to let them.”
His hand was a warm, heavy weight on the nape of her neck. She leaned into the pressure, her eyes still fixed on the pale blue ghosts huddled on the screen. The cold storage locker’s metallic finality seemed to echo in the quiet hum of the bunker.
“We should watch,” McKenna said, her voice low.“From the monitor room. Up close.”
Jesse’s thumb stroked the side of her throat.A silent agreement. He turned and walked, and she followed, the patterned rug with its dark stain falling away behind them. The monitor room was a crypt of light and information, the amber glow painting everything in shallow relief. He slid into the central command chair, its leather sighing under his weight. The screens flickered, different angles of the frozen village, the skeletal tents, the desperate, tiny movements.
McKenna didn’t wait for an invitation. She knelt on the cold floor between his legs, her hands immediately going to his belt.The buckle clicked open, a sharp sound in the quiet. She pulled his zipper down, the rasp loud in her ears. He was already half-hard, stirred by the violence and her compliance. She freed his cock, the weight of it familiar now in her hand, the skin soft over the rigid core.She looked up at him. His eyes were on the central monitor, his face illuminated by its sterile light.He didn’t look down at her. It was a dismissal and a command all at once.
She took him into her mouth, deep, forcing herself to relax her throat. She swallowed around the head, the salty pre-come taste mixing with a deeper, metallic ghost on her tongue—blood, or maybe just memory. She began to move, her head bobbing in a slow, deliberate rhythm, one hand working the base of his shaft.On the screen, a ghost detached from a group and moved slowly toward a darker patch of woods.
“You see that one?” McKenna said, her words muffled around his flesh. She pulled off with a wet pop. “He’s probably gonna try to find a frozen squirrel to suck on.” She took him deep again, her tongue pressing hard along the vein underneath. When she came up for air, she continued, her voice a filthy whisper.“Hale thought he was smarter. Thought his fucking ghillie suit was a secret. He died with his own lighter in his pocket. Pathetic.”
She increased her pace, her other hand cupping his balls, rolling them gently, then squeezing just shy of pain. Jesse’s breathing hitched, but his gaze remained locked on the screens, one hand moving to the keyboard, tapping a command to zoom in.
“Anya’s in the freezer now,” McKenna murmured, dragging her lips along his length. “Stiffening up.Next to Hale.They’re probably touching. She’d fucking hate that.” She took him all the way to the root, her nose pressed into his coarse pubic hair, and held it, letting her throat convulse.When she released him, she was gasping. “I felt her stop.When I shot her. I was coming on your cock and I felt her soul fucking vanish. It made my pussy clench so tight.”
Jesse’s hand left the keyboard and tangled in her hair, fisting it, not guiding, just claiming. “Keep talking,” he grunted, his eyes still on the monitors.
She obeyed, licking and sucking, her narration a vile, intimate soundtrack.“You should’ve seen her face. When I took the gun.She was so confused. Thought I was saving her.” McKenna laughed, a hot breath against his wet skin.“I splattered her all over the rug you paid so much for. I want to fuck on that rug every day now. I want to smell her in the wool when I come.”
His grip tightened, a sharp pull that brought tears to her eyes.It spurred her on. She slurped and sucked, using her hand to twist at the tip, talking between strokes. “We own everything now.The food, the air, the heat. We own their fucking deaths.” She looked up, meeting his eyes finally. They had dropped to her now, a blue flame in the screen-light.“Fuck me.I want to ride you. I want to watch them while you fill me up again.”
He gave a single, curt nod. She rose, her knees aching from the hard floor.She pushed her pants and underwear down, kicking them aside. He didn’t help, just watched as she swung one leg over his lap, positioning herself. She reached down, guiding his slick cock to her entrance.She didn’t settle onto it. She held the head there, teasing, rubbing it through her wet folds.
“Tell me to do it,” she said, her face close to his.“Do it,” he commanded, his voice gravel.
She sank down, a slow, excruciating inch at a time, letting herself stretch around him, her body accepting him with a deep, internal sigh. When he was fully sheathed, she paused, grinding against him, feeling him twitch inside her. Then she lifted herself almost all the way off, until just the tip remained, and slammed back down.
She set a brutal rhythm, rising and falling in the chair, her hands braced on his shoulders.Her tits bounced with each impact. The chair creaked under their combined motion. She kept her eyes open, focused on the bank of screens over his shoulder, on the struggling blue ghosts.
“They’re dying out there,” she panted, driving down hard, her ass slapping against his thighs.“Slow and cold and hungry. And I’m here.Full of your come. Full of your dick.” She bounced faster, a frenzied, shallow pistoning that focused the friction on her clit. “I killed for this spot.I’ll kill again. Anyone who tries to take it.”
Her words dissolved into guttural cries.The pleasure was a razor’s edge, inseparable from the violence. She saw Anya’s stunned eyes, heard the gunshots, felt the kick of the pistol in her hand, and with each memory her body hurtled closer to the peak. Jesse’s hands clutched her ass, his fingers digging into the soft flesh, splitting her cheeks, helping to drive her down onto him with more force.“I’m gonna come,” she warned, her voice breaking. “I’m gonna come all over the cock that’s mine.”
It crashed through her, a white-hot detonation that locked her muscles and ripped a scream from her throat. Her cunt spasmed around him, a frantic, milking pulse.The convulsion triggered his own release. With a sharp groan, he thrust upward, burying himself to the hilt as he emptied into her, his heat flooding her core in deep, rhythmic bursts.
She collapsed against him, spent, her forehead on his shoulder.Their sweat mingled. The monitors hummed, showing the same slow, doomed movements in the frozen village. His softening cock slipped from her, a trickle of their mixed fluids cooling on her inner thigh.
For a long time, they sat in the silent, glowing room, joined only by touch and exhaustion.Finally, Jesse moved, his hands sliding from her back. He reached out and tapped a key, and the main screen switched to a different view: the thermal image of their own bunker’s entrance, a stark, empty expanse of snow.
“We’ll need to clear the bodies from the perimeter come light,” he said, his voice back to its pragmatic flatness. “Might draw scavengers.”
McKenna lifted her head, looking at the pristine white screen.No blue ghosts, no threats.Just a blank field to defend. She nodded, a slow, deliberate movement. “Let them come,” she said, her own voice calm now, settled. “We’ll be watching.”