The Metro

Hey so first of all the inspiration for this story come from a book by Dmitry Glukhovsky called Metro 2033. If you don’t like reading there is a great video game by the same name. I highly recommend checking out both of these.

I remember the day we had to flee into the tunnels. It was still dark outside the sun hadn’t quite shone it’s face yet. I remember it being cold too which was weird because it was well into the month of May. But my mom burst into my room and told me to grab my coat and to hurry. I was still in my pajamas but I threw on my coat and rushed out of my room.

My mother and father were also still in there pajamas but also had their coats on. I was confused and a scared because I could tell they were feeling the same way. That’s when I noticed the sirens and the people screaming in our building. My dad grabbed my hand and my mother’s hand and we rushed into the hallway of our building. We lived on the fourth floor of an apartment building across the street from the Barclays Center in Brooklyn.

We rushed down the stairwell and into the street and there were so many people on the street. They running and breaking things and setting things on fire. Some were on their knees shouting to God. I still had no idea what was going but my dad kept dragging us along. I saw he was headed for the subway station.

That’s when we saw the flash, followed by the loudest noise I’ve ever heard coming from the west in what I guessed was Jersey city but I later found out it was a few miles west because Jersey city still stands…well kind of. The subways there are filled with mutants or muties as we call them.

When the flash went off my father cursed and started running towards the subway and we sprinted down the escalator and into the station below. All we could hear were the screams of the millions of people as the bomb swept over the city. That was four years ago but it seems like it’s been a lifetime.

“Anne, darling it’s time to wake up,” my mother said in her soft voice and brushed some of my long brown hair out of my face. “I need you to run over to Owen’s and grab some eggs for me please.” I just groaned, the last thing I wanted to do first thing in the morning and go talk to sleepy old Owen.

My mom turned around and parted the curtain that was my “door” and walked down the hallway. There was no space for traditional living space down here so everyone was assigned a cot and a wall of surgical curtain that was 10 feet by 10 feet. Other then the cot it was yours spiff up and make your own. In my little slice of heaven I had a little folding table that I used as a desk that was across from my cot. On it I had lots of books that my father brought back whenever he came back from the other stations. I also had a picture of my family on it which showed me, mom, dad and my older brother who no one had seen since the bomb fell. Leaning against the table was my guitar that my father had bought at Clark street station. I also had a dresser and a nightstand which housed my clothes and shoes.

I slowly sat up and rolled out of bed. I put on my pair of flip-flops and made my way to the community bathroom. As I walked past the other “rooms” I could make out conversations, which was my routine every morning. Some talked about moving stations or moving rooms. Others talked to their wives or girlfriends about joining the fighting on Manhattan. It was always the same.

I walked into the ladies room and stepped in the make shift shower and washed my body and my hair. I shaved my legs and felt pretty fucking cute. When I got out of the shower I walked over to the mirror and tried to do my hair as best I could without a blow dryer. I did have a hairbrush but I needed a new one, the one I had was gross. I think I’m pretty good looking girl I was in good shape and my ass is great if I could I’d hop on that. The only thing I don’t like is my tiny A-cup tits. They are so small and I’m pretty sure boys don’t like small tits. But my long legs and slender form made up for it I think. I have a nice square jaw but not a masculine square jaw just a sexy one and long brown hair. I don’t know where I got them because neither of my parents have them but I have big brown eyes and a tiny cute little perky nose.

I smiled at myself and put a t-shirt and sweatpants on and walked back to my room. When I got there I took off my sweat pants and could feel the slight breeze of the artificial air glide over my pussy. It made me shiver and smile with a guilty satisfaction. I don’t know why but I put on a very sexy pair of lacy black panties and then some jeans with holes at the knees. I threw on some sneakers and made my way back threw the hallway of curtained off rooms.

After you pass the rooms and the bathrooms you find yourself in the commons. Now, the Atlantic ave station is a huge underground station. And was it was expanded in 2023 to accommodate the growing population. But here where the trains used to roll by every few minutes was now a bustling market place full of shops and bars and restaurants. Our station is where all the cops congregated. So almost everything in our station had to do with the newly formed government and army of Brooklyn.

On the upper levels were the market and where most people lived. The tunnels on the upper level had been blocked to deter any unwanted visitors and was relatively safe. On the lower level is where the government and army operated. My father who was a former cop is now a high ranking member of the army. He is constantly coming back and forth from the war zone on Manhattan. I’ve never really been down there I’m not allowed but I hear it’s quite the place.

As I make my way through the market I stop where my mom works. Before the blast she was an up and coming lawyer and was on the verge of being very successful. But down here she made coffee at a cafe called the Duchess, which was just a sham made of wood planks and a few tables. She saw me coming and gave me a big toothy smile as I sat down at a table.

“I’ll be right there Anne,” she called out to me.

“Ok mom.” Just then a man walked into the tiny little cafe. He looked rough and scary. He was tall and muscular with a very handsome jawline and deep dark blue eyes. He was wearing body armor just like the soldiers do except his was different. His was grey while the army’s was blue. He also had on a dark blue pea coat and faded jeans. He saw me staring and gave me a quick smile and sat down at a table across the room from me. I blushed and looked down at my feet and smiled.

“What’s up sweetie?” My mom asked.

“Well I was wondering what all I needed to grab from Owen,” I said snapping out of my flustered haze.

“Just eggs and if he has any jelly that would be great too.”

“Ok, and um..who is that guy over there,” I asked and pointed to the stranger sitting alone.

“You leave him be, he's dangerous. He is a special soldier, I don’t really know your father doesn’t tell me a lot but he told me to stay away from anyone wearing grey body armor.” She said all of this any very hushed tone and close to my ear while occasionally glancing at the man.

“Ok I was just wondering.”

“Alright sweetheart now run along and be back by 4 tonight for dinner.” Her voice was already fading from ears as I made my way through the market. I passed through all the shops and vendors occasionally stopping to chat with a friend here or there, slowly making my way to Owen’s.

Owen lived on the far side of the station and he ran a sort of “farm” that people relied on. He had somehow managed to bring chickens down here when he fled down here. He quickly started breeding them and now along with plants he grows has one of the most successful stores in the station if not Brooklyn. But it was quite a walk from the main plaza where most of the action was happening.

It took me about 15 minutes to get there and I could see the outline of his curtained off room and counter that made up his store. As I got nearer I could hear the clicking of the chickens. When I finally got there I leaned on the counter and rang the little bell that was on it.

“Hey Owen my mom wants me to buy some eggs,” I called out but no one answered. I rang it again and said, “Owen you old bastard I know you can hear me come on! It’s almost 10 o’clock you’ve been open for an hour.” Still nothing and I was getting impatient.

I was about to walk around and open up his curtain when the light above the counter began to flicker. Then I heard a low growling coming from the room.

“Hey Owen man this isn’t funny just grab the eggs please.” The growling intensified and I could see a shadowy shape begin to take form behind the curtain. The light began to flicker at a faster pace and their seemed to drop several degrees. I could see my breath now and the figure behind the curtain began to approach. I saw a leathery grey hand reach around and started to pull the curtain aside.

“Oh fuck no!” I shouted realizing that Owen had turned. The grey hands were a dead giveaway and then the dark saucers where his eyes used to be emerged, made plain by the flickering light. “Oh god please no!” I knew what happened next, I had never experienced it but I knew it was coming and that’s why I couldn’t move, I couldn’t do anything.

On your knees

I started crying as I slid down to my knees. He was still in the early stages of the mutation. He could form coherent thoughts and of course with first stage comes mind control. You lose it after stage one because you just become this horrible rage monster destroying everything in your path. He started walking slowly towards me and pulled down his underwear revealing his massive grey mutated cock. It was easily 10 inches and as thick as a soda can.

“Owen please fight this!” It was no use he just kept lumbering forward and I could do nothing.

Open your mouth

I did, I couldn’t stop myself. He know loomed over me and he put his massive cock on my face. I could feel it pulsing, almost like it was breathing.

Then he shoved it in.

I knew what was coming but I still wasn’t prepared. He shoved what felt like the entire thing down my tight little throat but when I looked I was barely past the tip. I just sat there on my knees with my hands at my side as he shoved his huge dick down my throat.

Suck

That was all he said and I had ****. I started sucking and trying to ram it down my throat. The weird part was I was really trying not even trying to fight it. I was surprised when I saw my hands come up and they started stroking it while I was sucking on it. He didn’t tell me to do that, why am I doing that? I felt the heat in my pussy and worked harder on shoving his fat rod down my esophagus. Why was getting turned on? He wasn’t telling me to do anything.

I started to hear strange noise like **** and slurping and I realized they were coming from me! I loved his cock it tasted so good I needed it I wanted it. He grabbed my hair on the back of my head and shoved the entire thing down my throat. My eyes rolled into the back of my head and my hands fell to my sides. My brain had been switched off. He just kept going shoving in and out of my useless little mouth. The spit and precum was all over the front of my t-shirt and all over the floor. He didn’t care if I wasn’t doing anything he just shoved it in and out. I could feel it bulging in my throat. The sounds I was making were unholy.

Then I felt it start to pulsate. He shoved me all the way back down again on his huge mutant cock. When he started cumming I didn’t register it. I just felt this warm feeling filling up my stomach. He came so much, pulse after pulse he filled my tummy with his creamy goodness. Even though his cock was practically in my stomach I couldn’t swallow it anymore and it started coming up. I started **** and sputtering as his cum started to spray out of the sides of my mouth. He kept cumming and cumming. I was **** and I started to black out. His cum was coming out of my nose and I could feel the bulge in my once flat stomach. Just as I was going to black out he pulled out and launched that last two ropes ont my face and hair. As I began spiting up his spunk he said:

Stand and bend over

“Oh god yes please fuck me!” I can’t believe I said that but I did. So I stood up and put my elbows on the counter and stuck my ass out for him. He walked over and pulled down my jeans and panties and plopped his cock down on my ass.

“Please fuck my pussy baby!” He gave a low growl and and lined his cock up with my pussy. I was biting my lip with anticipation and moaning for him to fuck me. But just when I thought he was gonna shove it into my waiting wet cunt he shoved up my ass.

I tried to scream but he grabbed my mouth and covered it, muffling my scream. He then grabbed my hair again and pulled my head back so I was looking into his cold dark eyes. He started fucking me hard! I could feel his cum sloshing around in my stomach and it turned me on despite the **** pain. I started to moan again and he slammed my head down on the counter and let go of my mouth to hear my cries of ecstasy. With my head there and in between my moans I started to burb up more of his cum. It started to pool where my mouth was, it was turning me on so much.

I could feel him start to pulse again and I wanted it so bad! “Fill me up baby I want you fucking cum in my asshole!” He shoved all the way in once again and I could feel him in my guts. “Oh yes baby do it! I wan-uhhhhhhhhhhhh!” I lost it when I felt the first ropes. My pussy started spraying everywhere and limbs starting twitching and my body lost complete control. It was the best orgasm of my life! All while he continued to pump my guts with his seed. I could feel my tummy swell even more and it felt like I was turning into a balloon. He kept pumping but he finally pulled out and sprayed about the three ropes on my back.

I slid to the floor and the cum started flowing out of my ass. It felt like I was shitting it was wonderful. I looked down and it looked like I was pregnant! I touched my stomach and I burped and cum came up and I spit more out of my mouth.

There was pool that was starting to form around me of various bodily juices and the full weight of what happened hit me. I was covered inside and out by mutant cum! I started crying uncontrollably. When the mutant formally known as Owen saw this he walked over to me and shoved his cock down my throat again. I couldn’t stop crying I didn’t know what to think. I was so turned on but so disgusted.

I looked up at the monster and I could’ve sworn it was smiling. But just then, a shot rang out and the horrible facial expression went blank and he slumped over and fell with a thud.