Day 1 – Ms. Hunt and Ms. Stevens

I slid open the steel doors of the vault and greeted them. Ms. Madison Hunt, Amanda’s mother, had red hair, unlike her daughter’s blonde. She was in her 40s and looked a bit like Julianne Moore. Her shirt covered her ample breasts, and her jeans barely could contain the soft flesh that was at the bottom of her hips. Ms. Olivia Stevens, Elle’s mother, had the same brown hair as her daughter. Ms. Stevens was a striking mirror of her daughter but with a graceful maturity and the body of a mother post-pregnancy, large breasts, and big thighs and hips.

They immediately pointed their guns at me. Crap. Maybe I should have made them drop it before they came in. Elle and Amanda rushed to them, and they embraced in a huge, Mrs. Hunt still pointing the tip of her rifle somewhere near my balls.

I stood still. Amanda saw this and cried out, “Mom what are you doing? Adam is a good person, and he’s our husband.”

Well, I should explain first that in my convincing of Elle and Amanda to do very sinful acts with me over the past week or so, I may have said that we were already husband and wife and didn’t need a ceremony for god to recognize us as such, or some other bullshit or another. As such, they took it literally and thought they were sister-wives and I, their husband, even though no such ceremony existed recognizing it as such.

At this, Mrs. Hunt and Mrs. Stevens both opened their eyes and pointed their guns at me. I gulped.

“Husband? You just met this person,” Ms. Madison Hunt, Amanda’s mother, said.

“What did you do to our daughters?” Ms. Olivia Stevens, Elle’s mother, said.

“Mom put the gun down, don’t hurt him,” Elle said. “We both love him, and he’s important to us.”

Okay maybe they didn’t really love me, and it was the water, but I didn’t know what to say.

“Listen, Elle, this is for your own good. Mr. Smith, turn around and put your hands on your head.”

I did as told as Ms. Stevens pointed her gun at me. I knew if Ms. Stevens and Ms. Hunt were anything like their daughters, they would be super religious timid types who would never dream of killing an “innocent”, yeah maybe not so innocent, guy like me. Ms. Hunt came over and tied my hands with some plastic cable ties. They held me in my room’s closet tied while they interrogated and talked with their daughters.

Well, this wasn’t good, I thought. Obviously, these women have been through shit that hardened them in the post-apocalyptic world, and that’s the reason why are still survivors despite the carnage of the outside world.

Ms. Hunt and Ms. Stevens came in by themselves a little while after my imprisonment and locked the door behind them and opened the closet door where I was held. I could hear yelling from Elle and Stevens.

“How do you get in the control room?” Ms. Hunt said in a stern voice.

I shrugged. Ms. Hunt kicked me in the stomach. “Maddy, you said you wouldn’t hurt him.”

“Did you hear what our daughters said? He sodomized them both and made them do such depraved acts,” Ms. Hunt said.

“They said they weren’t ****,” Ms. Stevens said.

“Bullshit, look at this creep. He is using some type of hypnosis. Our girls are good Christians, they would never do this unless **** somehow.” Ms. Hunt said.

Elle’s mother and Amanda’s mother both stared at me, and I winced and tried my best to smile. I wanted to appear as non-threatening as possible but they still probably thought I was a creep, which to be fair I was. Ms. Hunt and Ms. Stevens withdrew from the room, and I could hear them talk in murmurs. The word **** and castration came up, and my balls shrank. They left me in the place alone for a while.

I had to buy time, they would soon have to drink, and it would give me time to be more suggestible to them and the serum to work. My untainted water was still in my washroom which was locked off. Even if they went through shit, to go from simple Mormon housewives to Jack Bauer was a bit of a stretch I tried to convince myself.

The next day they came in and again asked. Right now they could only access to what food was left in the fridge which wouldn’t last long. In order to get to the storage hold for the rest of the food. My chickens and fish needed to be fed. I could hold out for 5 days, I thought. Though if they really did resort to ****, I’d be fuck it and probably give in. Though they looked like the type of women who would never do such a thing. Ms. Stevens came, the “kindler” one and Elle’s mother. She brought me water and placed it near my feet “I’ll need to be able to hold it somehow. My hands are still tied back here.”

She thought about it and untied one of my hands so I can reach for the glass of water. I took it, and Ms. Stevens left and locked the closet door. I didn’t dare drink it knowing its effects. I had thirst, but I could hold out. I swished it in my mouth to relieve my dry mouth and spat it out.

The second day, Ms. Hunt came still furious looking and asked, “Tell us how to get into the storage, and you’ll live.”

“Ms. Hunt, you are a good Christian woman, you would never hurt me,” I said to her plainly.

Ms. Hunt winced and worked her mind. I could see her struggling with it. She had drunk some so far, small suggestions might work on her. “All I want is some supplies so both our families can leave this place.”

“Have you made that decision, or has Elle and Amanda agreed with you.”

“I know you are doing something to them.” Ms. Hunt said.

“I’ve been locked up here the whole time if I was hypnotizing them as you suggest wouldn’t it wear out by now?”

Ms. Hunt thought to herself a long while standing in front of the closet doorway. She was considering possibilities but I knew her mind was struggling with the ****.

“Well, I still don’t think it’s right.” Ms. Hunt conceded. “Even if it’s the end of the world, the things you made them do…”

Time to push my luck I thought. “How about I agree I would stop doing it to them if you volunteered in their place.”

At that, her eyes opened, and she pointed her gun at me. “Ms. Hunt, please stop pretending. You are a good Christian person and wouldn’t shoot someone who opened his door to his home for you.”

“Don’t you dare bring God or morality into this, you of all people.”

Ms. Hunt huffed and locked the closet door once again and left.