Barely Hanging On

When Katya and Mikhail got back to the bunker, they each agreed they would need to strip off all their clothes and then go through whatever decontamination they could, to avoid contaminating the bunkers with the Dominar nanobots. They turned their backs to each other as they did, but in order to enter they couldn’t help but look at each other naked. God, Mikhail actually had abs, just like she had imagined, and more than that, he had a pretty decent cock.

Wait, what was she doing? Her husband had just died. No, not died. Something… worse?

She did feel like she should be more upset than she was, or in shock, or something. But to be honest, she might have felt free, finally, if that feeling wasn't completely overwhelmed with overwhelming dread. Seeing how relieved Anna and Mikhail were to be reunited, how desperately they kissed each other, it made her feel even more guilty.

They all agreed that night to let Dmitri go out to where they had left their clothes and see if he could isolate any residual nanobots to study. It felt extremely risky, but they needed to do something or things were just going to keep getting worse. He brought in a tiny test tube containing a few bits which he said he hoped to be able to study via wireless connection while they still couldn’t physically escape. Katya expressed skepticism that the aliens used Bluetooth, but Dmitri rolled his eyes and said something about running a wide spectrum scan. Fine.

Days turned into weeks, and Katya was surprised at how alone she started to feel. Somehow, listening to Mikhail and Anna fuck in the middle of the night felt worse when she was alone in her bunk than when she had heard them while feeling her husband next to her.

One night during one of these sessions, she looked across the room in the dark and realized she could see something moving. When her night vision resolved, she realized that it was Dmitri in his own bed. He was clearly jerking himself off under the covers to the sound of the others moaning and groaning. Katya sighed and rolled over to face the wall, but now that she noticed it she couldn’t stop hearing the slapping sound he was making, mixed in with the other noises.

And yet, she wasn’t as disgusted as she thought she would be. After all, it wasn’t as if she hadn’t masturbated to Mikhail and Anna before. How could she get mad at Dmitri for the exact same thing? She stayed turned toward the wall as her own hand pushed inside her pajama bottoms.

And they needed Dmitri, so she had to cut him some slack. Case in point: once he was able to study the nanobots, he was able to alter the filters in their gas masks such that they should now protect against them. It only took him a few days, in fact. Unfortunately, the world’s governments had been overwhelmed much faster than that.

This enabled them to go out more frequently to get supplies, without immediate fear of getting bimbofied. But it didn’t save them from the encroaching realization that their world had ended. They barely talked to each other. Katya started reading a copy of War and Peace, which she had blown off reading back in school. It was not her jam, and it was hard to concentrate on the foibles of the various characters knowing what was going on outside the bunker, but it was better than sitting in a corner, staring at nothing, the way Anna now seemed to spend her days. She never had finished that sweater.

The rest of them took turns on the radio, and occasionally they would still make contact with another group of “survivors,” but this became less and less frequent, until it stopped altogether about three months after the Dominars had arrived. For all they knew, they were the last humans on Earth.

She kept reading. They kept making supply runs. And Dmitri used the time, he said, to teach himself the Dominar programming language that the nanobots used. He was learning it from scratch, but he had a lot of time these days.

One day about six months in, they woke up and Anna had left. She had slipped out at some point in the night and closed the door behind her. She hadn’t taken a gas mask. She had left Mikhail a short note saying she couldn’t live like this anymore and asking him not to follow her.

He tried to anyway, and Katya did her best to help him. They spent a lot of time above ground for a few days, and probably took too many risks. There were more Dominars now, and they were rebuilding the city in their image. The statue of Lenin in front of the Opera House had been replaced with a statue of a Dominar fucking a woman with huge tits, doggy style. They had several close calls. And they never found Anna.

Things could have been worse, Katya supposed. The aliens did not immediately appear at the bunker to collect them, meaning Anna had, for whatever reason, not told the aliens about the location. Maybe once they had turned her into a bimbo she had been too dumb to remember. And in any case, the aliens had other things up their weird space sleeves.

After several days of searching, Mikhail and Katya returned to the bunker to find Dmitri sitting by the radio with his dick out, frantically jerking himself off. Before Katya could shout at him, she heard the high pitched bimbo voice coming out of the speakers.

“Can you imagine just being sexy and dumb, like me?” the voice crooned. “You wouldn’t have to worry anymore. You just have to serve cock and get fucked. Wouldn’t that be nice?”

That really did sound nice, Katya thought. She blinked. Wait, was that right? Her feet felt glued to the floor.

“Are you jerking that fat cock?” the voice asked. “Are you getting close?”

“Yessss,” Dmitri hissed.

Katya’s hand started to slip inside her jeans, groping for her own wetness. She couldn't move, except to do what the voice on the radio said.

“All you have to do is tell us where you are,” said the voice. “Then you can just be sexy forever…”

Slowly, Dmitri began to stammer out the coordinates of their bunker, one hand pumping his dick all the while. He got out the first set of numbers, then started on the second.

Then Mikhail clamped a hand over Dmitri’s mouth and reached for the off-switch on the radio. The IT guy struggled, but Mikhail was able to flick the switch, cutting off the bimbo’s voice.

Katya was able to move again, as if a current had been turned off. “What…?”

“No, I have to obey the Masters!” Dmitri squealed, still struggling against Mikhail’s grip. His pants were around his knees and his dick was still flapping around. “We all have to obey the Masters!”

Whatever strange power the Dominars had reached out with over the radio, Dmitri had gotten far more of it that they had, and he did not snap out of the aliens' control. They ended up having to tie him up in the supply closet with extension cords, while they figured out what to do next.

Mikhail and Katya looked through the research on Dmitri’s computer and found that, before whatever had happened, he had made more progress regarding the nanobots than he had let on. He had believed that he had gotten a handle on the bots’ programming language, and had made changes to the bots in his vial that could spread to others. In short, he had made an Independence Day-style plan to defeat the aliens with a computer virus. It seemed crazy.

And it kind of was, because even Dmitri had thought the only way to get it to work would be to inject the reprogrammed nanobots directly into the alien mainframe. Literally inject, like with a hypodermic needle. Alien computers didn’t have USB drives, Katya guessed. In any case, there was no way to get in there, not without getting bimbofied themselves. There couldn’t be.

That might be a moot point, however, as though Dmitri hadn’t finished giving the Dominars their coordinates, he had gotten out enough that it seemed inevitable the aliens would find them soon. At first, it seemed there was nothing to do but wait to be found.

So they fucked. Katya had been dreaming of it for months. Longer, if she was honest. Did it live up to her dreams? Of course not. Mikhail was a man, and he wasn’t a particularly considerate lover. But they were the only people left, maybe really the only people, and made each other feel good as best they could.

At first, they were tender, but soon they both got rough with each other. She rode his cock with her skinny hips, scratching her fingernails over his shoulders. Several minutes later, he fucked her from behind, pulling on her hair as he did. She came on his dick, screaming.

After they woke up next to each other, they realized that Dmitri was gone. Probably to find the Dominars, who were now everywhere, so it wouldn’t take long. Katya doubted the aliens would make the same mistake twice: Dmitri would scream the location of the bunker at the top of his lungs while they fucked his new pussy.

“We might as well try to get the nanobots into the ship,” said Katya. “What do we have to lose?”