The Survivor

Each **** was chosen for his fate. The three who would die in torment were taken away by their sadistic keepers and the last stayed, his back against the wall, breathing hard. He wasn't a particularly large man, of fairly average height, skinny build, and rather young by the name of Lucas. He'd been dragooned into the fighting **** and had surrendered rather readily, sensibly knowing that it was rather pointless to fight. Since then, he'd been a model prisoner, not giving them any trouble. And then...there was that tongue of his and how he applied it. Most men, giving head, had simply tried to do whatever they could to get their captors off as quickly as possible so that they'd get the fuck away. Not this one. Lucas went into it and actually gave, almost throwing himself into the job as if the pussy in front of him would be his last meal. It had the desired effect. Apparently all of the women who'd recieved his enthusiastic treatment had been emphatic about his survival, including the Queen.

The Queen strode over to Lucas, his naked form slumped against the wall, his eyes filmed over, seeming only half aware of what was happening to him, and cupped his chin to raise his eyes to hers.

"The others will soon be dead," she told him.

At this, he gave an inscrutable smile.

"As am I," he told her in an almost kind tone of voice, "it is only a matter of time. One day you will grow tired of me and I will share their fate. I suppose it is best to talk of one such as myself as if I am already dead. Makes it easier."

The Queen raised an eyebrow. True, the boy has been truly broken, or so it would seem...but on reflection she began to wonder if they'd done too good a job at it. If Lucas were an accurate reflection on the population at large, they'd gone beyond inspiring fear (which is what they'd wanted) and had gone to simply causing dispair. After all, no less than half of the surviving prisoners had attempted suicide and many had succeeded. If they wanted to breed (and continue to have toys to play with) they definately would need to have men around...