The orgy room

Dinner was hard bread and water and a vegetable stew. The useless little town had given them nothing in terms of protein supplies, but the vacant space had proven fruitful for gardens, and the old water mains still worked. After she ate she collected a ration for her prize and carried it over to the stockade. He was, unsurprisingly, ranging angrily about the stockade, unused to his captivity. Sarah understood his restlessness; she'd spent five days in a stockade herself, about a year before, during a bitter struggle over a town built around a critical highway junction. The battle lines had been so close that five days after her capture, the women had routed the men so thoroughly that they were able to reach the stockade before any prisoners could be shipped out, freeing everyone inside and using it to hold the men who had built it. This man, though, would not be so lucky, especially after the day's impressive coup. He was far from the only new man pacing restlessly around the enclosure.

She had him pulled out by one of the guards, an enormous, brawny woman who could have broken any man in there with one hand. She almost had to demonstrate on Sarah's newest capture; he fought back momentarily before she wrapped his arm behind his back. Hobbling and binding him, she handed him over to Sarah, who led him off to one side. She untied his hands and allowed him to eat, and then led him off to what was jokingly known as the "orgy room."

The name was only partially a jest; it indeed hosted such parties on a regular basis, though mostly only because it was the largest room in the stockade. Tonight was apparently one such night; when Sarah entered, there were already no fewer than five couples already engaged in pleasure. She strapped her new thrall against one of the walls and began running her hands across him, enjoying his muscles and figure. Her hands dropped lower and he grunted, cursing in surprise as his member began to respond almost instantaneously despite his efforts at control. The women had found a hardy leafy vegetable out on the West Coast that functioned as a powerful aphrodisiac in men, though in women it usually produced nausea and dizziness, and made sure that it was supplied to any location that couldn't grow it, though Central City could. With it, they'd seen pregnancy rates increase more than 100% over the previous years, and they'd been using it now on thralls and in breeding posts for nearly three decades. The men had yet to find a successful analogue for women.

As his cock responded to her ministrations, his cursing grew more pronounced, attracting the attention of one of the women just entering. Daina was a fellow lieutenant and was leading what seemed to be a new thrall herself, an unbelievably tall fellow with dark hair and pale skin.

"New one yourself, Sarah?" she asked as she strapped hers to the wall. "Me too. I saw him and I just couldn't resist, you know? Cost me one of my others, but he was getting familiar anyway, and who needs familiar with all this lovely new flesh?"

Sarah agreed. "After today, I'm betting we'll see quite a party in here tonight." She slapped her thrall on the stomach. "The guys won't know what hit them. Feel like a little trading?" Daina nodded, looking appreciatively at the stiff member still in Sarah's grasp.

Sarah turned back to her thrall as her ministrations brought him fully erect, eleven inches of hard flesh glistening with pre-cum. She pushed his hips down and slid him inside her, using her arms on his shoulders to lever herself up and down. As with most new captures, he remained stoically silent despite being used; they seemed to think it was nobler or something. Sarah herself had found during her short time imprisoned that it was better to get into the activity; it hurt less, and there were ways you could subtly avoid getting pregnant that were less obvious if you were less stiff. She pumped herself up and down, feeling his shaft slide in and out of her, pushing on the walls of her cervix almost painfully. Another advantage to the stoicism and resistance to orgasm was that they all lasted longer, letting the women enjoy themselves. Sarah smiled at the pig-headedness of these men and suddenly was rocked by an orgasm that shook her whole body, clinging to her new thrall as her limbs spasmed beyond her control and her back arched. He released as well, hot floods gushing inside her as he shivered only slightly, still trying to pretend he was anywhere else.