New (Old) Material 6

Hi, this follows on from the end of New (Old) material 1, so refesh your mind of the gunplay as the door slowly comes down and read on - there's a few parts to follow from this!

“Damn it, we got to close the door!” Gemma screamed at Anya, a look of panic was clearly visible on her face. The two of them stood ready to close the door as soon as Jack came through it, but he wasn’t coming yet. Outside, in the gloomy staircase, they could hear screams and shooting over the heavy droning sound of the ventilators.

“Give him more time!” Anya responded with a voice that wasn’t much calmer than Gemma’s, and then peaked out from behind the door, trying to spot Jack.

The first thing she saw was a leather-clad back that came flying down the last flight of stairs, straight towards the door. Anya had time to recognize the figure as Jack before getting out of his way. With a loud thudding sound, Jack landed on the cold floor, not wasting a second in bringing his gun up to fire through the doorway. The shot was followed by the sound of someone gargling outside the door, before falling down the stairs and into the room, next to Jack.

“Close it! Close the fucking door!” He screamed at the two women, who began to feverishly push the door shut.

While Anya and Gemma worked to shut the door, Jack discarded his empty revolver and grabbed the shotgun of the now-deceased thug lying next to him. He aimed the scattergun up the stairs and fired it, and the noises that followed the blast made it clear to Anya and Gemma that he had hit one more thug.

Finally, the two women managed to shut the heavy door, quickly yanking it shut.

Both of them then rushed over to Jack and helped him up on his feet.

“Are you alright?” Anya asked with a concerned tone of voice.

“Yeah, I just banged my back up a bit when I hit the floor.” Jack said in response, his mouth shaped into a relieved smile.

Gemma asked nothing, but instead placed her right hand on his stomach and gave him a wet kiss that lasted for quite some time, slapping his ass once she was done.

Not about to be outdone by Gemma, Anya took her turn to kiss Jack, cupping his heavy genitals through his pants, playing with his ever-heavy testicles.

“Thanks…” Jack managed to say once Anya broke the kiss, his voice barely audible over the banging produced by the thugs attempts to get past the door.

While Anya and Jack had engaged in groping and kissing each other, Gemma had turned to examine the man on the floor.

Obviously, the man was dead. Few can survive getting a .44Magnum slug in the throat, and this man wasn’t one of them. Apart from his gun, the man had some more rounds of ammo and a knife on him, plus some slices of semi-rotten meat. In one of the man’s pockets, Gemma found something interesting: a battered old deck of cards, each one of them having a nude woman on it.

“Hey! Look what I found!” She said to the others and threw the deck to Anya, who

laughed when she looked at them.

“Want to keep them?” She asked Gemma.

“Nah, I can guess what he’s been doing with them.” Gemma said, pointing at the dead man next to her, “And I don’t want to carry around samples of some dead raider’s dried-up sperm.”

“You carry enough samples of sperm as it is.” Jack shot in, looking over the many sticky, white strands that trailed down her curvaceous body.

Anya and Gemma laughed at this, eyeing each other’s semen-stained bodies yet again, and then exchanged a kiss.

When they were done, Jack handed Gemma the shotgun. “Can you handle this?”

“I guess so.”

“Good, now let’s move on.” Jack said and began to move, Anya and Gemma trailing just behind him.

They pressed on down the corridor, illuminated by a few functioning ceiling-lamps, until they reached a second, even heavier security door.

This one, however, they would not manage to close, as it was hanging from the top one of it hinges, looking as if it had been blown open quite some time ago. Beyond lay a dark space.

“Fuck!” Jack cursed as he saw the shape of the door. “Somebody’s attacked this place!”

With that, he ran towards the doorway, leaping into the darkness.

Exchanging a worried look and bracing their weapons in their hands, Anya and Gemma followed him. There was nothing but a gloomy, empty corridor awaiting them on the other side of the door, Jack using an old tool from the days before the catastrophe to illuminate it. As he swept the heavy rod over the tight space, they spotted two doors further down the corridor, both of them closed.

“We’ll start with the right one.” Jack said solemnly.

The two women behind him, Jack forced the door open and stepped inside, his gun drawn.

The room was filled with scrapped machines, stacked against the far wall and then the ones doing the stacking had worked their way towards the door. All the machines were small, rectangular boxes, the innards of some of them covered by a metal shell, while others had been stripped of it. The left door gave them access to a new corridor.

After they had gone through the first floor of the bunker, the three had found that there were no signs of a struggle. But then again the place had been stripped of all valuables, something which would have eradicated most of those signs. They also found the entrance to a deep, vertical shaft that led downwards into darkness, and Jack informed Anya and Gemma that it was an elevator, a machine that had been used to transport persons and equipment between floors, but that this one was useless due to lack of power.

“What the hell happened?” Jack finally muttered, standing next to Anya and Gemma in the corridor.

“I don’t know,” Anya replied, “it looks like if they just left.”

“Hmm, let’s look through this place again and see if we’ve missed something.”

“But that could take hours!” Anya replied again, eager to get out of the dark, subterranean building.

“Then let’s split up.” Gemma said. “If you two go that way, I’ll go this way.” Gemma now pointed down the corridor.

“Good.” Jack replied, perhaps a little too eager to find something that could answers his questions about what had happened.

“And what if something happens to you!?” Anya, more concerned with their welfare, asked Gemma.

“Oh, I’m a big girl. I can take care of myself.” Gemma smiled and rechecked that the shotgun was loaded.

As said and done, they split up.

Roughly one hour later, Jack and Anya returned to the spot where they had parted from Gemma, their search having been without any reward. To Anya’s and Jack’s great worry, Gemma wasn’t there yet. After spending five minutes waiting for her to show up, they set out to find her.

Jack and Anya began to proceed thought the area that Gemma had gone though. It seemed as though they were now going through a suite of rooms that comprised a fully equipped living quarters. It was abandoned. A kitchen area had been left totally unattended, complete with a cold cup of coffee sitting on a table and a half-eaten meal with a fork still sticking out of a mound of food. It was as if the area had been left in a dreadful rush. Yet the air was warm, filtered and ventilated, so the pair were left to surmise that the outpost had been in operation until relatively recently.

“Whatever happened here,” said Jack, “we’ve only just missed it.”
“It gives me the creeps,” said Anya. “It’s as though everyone here has just vanished into thin air.”
“Maybe they had to leave quickly,” Jack speculated.
“There’s some food here too,” said Anya, poking a storeroom open warily with her sword. “Tins and cans everywhere. Whoever was manning this place wanted to be in for the long haul.”

The two of them went through the kitchen into a study area. A blinking computer stood on a table at the back of the room A rolodex of dated discs stood next to the terminal, with the words ‘Installation Journal’ on top of it. Something sticky was splashed all over the table, some of it on the keyboard and some dripping down the screen. Upon closer inspection, it proved to be a copious discharge of semen, and it had been squirted all over the desk and computer in an impressive burst, even to Jack's eyes. A disc hummed inside the drive of the computer, feeding out reams of text onto the screen.

“Looks like somebody started to read the journal and got interrupted,” supposed Jack.
“Gemma, I think, by the look of it,” returned Anya.

Jack looked to where Anya was indicating. She had picked up Gemma’s black shiny bra on the end of her sword. It was torn, as though it had been wrenched off.

Jack smiled grimly, “Wherever I see big strands of cum dripping down everywhere I’m beginning to feel that girl is involved. Looks like someone – or something - got hold of her. And didn’t only get hold of her, but creamed her good too.”
“Whoever it was, they didn’t like having their diary read.”
“Something went wrong here. And whatever it was might be written down on that disc in the computer.”

Anya sat cautiously at the screen and Jack stood behind her, one eye on the interface and the other looking for intruders. She wiped the residue of cum from the screen and read.

“Thirteenth of January, 14:00 hours. Technician Ilona Vranova reporting. This is the final week of the experiment. This morning at 08.00 hours I got the new readouts on the control specimen. The results are disturbing to say the least…”

“Due to the failure of the Succubi program,” Anya read on through the journal, “it was decided that the specimen was to be kept under control through the use of sedatives and audio-visual stimuli. This at first seemed to be an adequate solution, and the specimen at first seemed completely pacified; apathetically producing vast amounts of semen.
However, it now seems as though the specimen’s physiology is adjusting to the sedatives, thus requiring larger and larger doses to keep him fully under our control.
Today, the readout values clearly signalled that his resistance is quickly reaching a level where he will regain his senses and break free.
Commander Clarity Marcos is now considering terminating the project, and the specimen, and return to the main facility for now, but Chief Chemist Felicity Connor and I both oppose such a course of action.
While the specimen’s increasing resistance does cause a problem and a potential threat, the potential success of this project far outweighs both the problem and the risk.
If we can get this to work, we will be fully capable of subjugating all males attracted to our base, and extract enough sperm from them to be able to jumpstart repopulation.”


“What the hell is this!?” Jack wondered, obviously distraught over the nature of the outpost’s research.
“Wait, there’s more…” Anya calmed him and read on.


“Seventeenth of January, 12:00 hours. Technician Ilona Vranova reporting.
While Commander Marcos remains doubtful of our project’s success, I and Connor have managed to convince her that it needs to be carried out.
Even if Marcos has demanded extra caution, and have doubled the number of women guarding the specimen’s chambers at all times, things are brightening.
Connor has managed to come up with a new mixture of sedatives, much more potent than those previously used (good work Felicity!), and the specimen is once again under our complete control. I have therefore decided that it is time to further enhance the specimen’s production, primarily through genetic modification.
While the modification might make it harder for Connor to keep the specimen under control, he is still physically restrained and would most certainly be highly disoriented if he were to regain full consciousness. While Marcos will protest about being kept in the dark on this, she will see the soundness of what I’m doing once the modification has proved successful.
End of entry.”


“Specimens and drugs and restraints!? What has been going on here?” Anya muttered as she finished reading the entry.
“I don’t know, but this sure as hell doesn’t sound like what I signed up for…” Jack replied and then pointed to an icon at the bottom of the screen. “There’s more.”
Seeing the icon, Anya clicked it and waited for the next page to load

Anya began to read the journal entry that followed.

‘”Eighteenth of January. Ilona Vranova’s private log. 21.00 hours.

‘“Problems have arisen with my plans. The guards that oversee both the specimen and our research have obviously been strictly briefed by Commander Marcos to keep a close eye on both Felicity and my experimental procedures. Felicity’s sedatives continue to keep the specimen in good order, but organising time to carry out new (forbidden) genetic modifications is proving difficult. The subject reacts well to the new regime of fortified proteins and semen production continues apace – I’m not sure what we would do if the sluice-drains in the subject’s cell stopped working – he would probably drown!”’

Anya stopped reading at this point and looked at Jack, sending him a sexy smile and winking. ‘I certainly know what that’s like!’ she laughed, thinking of all the times she had endured a withering deluge of semen from Jack’s enormous dick, part of her ready then and there to go to work on his horse-hung cock once again.

Then she resumed reading. ‘”With this in mind, Felicity and I organised a diversion to provide me with enough time to conduct the operation to modify the specimen’s genitalia. First, Felicity administered a double dose of sedative and strapped the subject down. Then she was only too happy to make officers Vipen and Crane an offer they could not have possibly refused, which had the effect of removing them from their duties at the observation window.

‘”What little I know of Felicity is that she is both extraordinarily professional and an enormous slut, so she jumped at the chance of seducing Vipen and Crane. I watched on one of the security cameras as she approached the pair, wearing her favourite outfit – a pair of black stiletto thigh-high boots with a shiny pair of shorts stretched across her peachy ass. There was no way in which the two guards could have failed to observe the way in which her pussy lips pressed against the thin material, unless they, like me, were staring at her plush, plump breasts peeking from her shirt, unbuttoned all the way down to her nice flat stomach. Felicity said something – I didn’t hear what – and promptly bent over one of the tables in the room, presenting her succulent ass to the guards. At this, both of them left their posts and fell upon Felicity in an orgy of sucking and licking, mingling their mouths and tongues as they laved their way up her legs and began to suck on her gorgeous tits. I would have liked to stay around to see them lick her juicy pussy but I managed to control myself long enough to slip into the operating theatre unobserved where the specimen lay.

‘”In under forty minutes I had endowed our subject with a bionic gland attached to each testicle which should increase his already impressive cum-production tenfold, and I still had enough time to make good my escape and watch Felicity bent over the table, taking a pair of large, blunt dildos deep in her pussy and ass with aplomb. Truly my colleague is a model of dedication!”’

Anya read on and ended the journal entry for that day. ‘”The modifications should begin working by tomorrow, and we’ll soon be able to see if I have been right all along…’”

“Hmm, strange…” Anya muttered as she stared at the screen in front of her.

“What?” Jack, who had briefly looked away to make sure that they were still alone, wondered.

“Well, it seems that there are no more entries into the journal.”

“That is a bit strange.” Jack agreed, but added: “Search the entire system for updates, someone else might have added something even if this Ilona character hasn’t.”

“Right.” Anya said and attacked the keyboard with her fingers, quickly opening a new window and then bringing up several lists of documents.

After quickly scanning through two different lists, Anya highlighted one of the files and opened it.

“This is the last message.” She told Jack, who leaned down to read it.

The message had been located in the directory for messages sent to the outside, and the address to which had been sent was designated OrFa6.

Slightly distracted by the warmth generated from Jack’s body pressed against her back, Anya began reading the message.

“Nineteenth of January, Special Message to All from Commander Providence Marcos.”

“This morning, the subject of our research managed to break free from his bonds, and is now at large within this facility.

First assessment of the situation:

We are unable to contain the subject’s movement beyond keeping him from escaping into the outside world. Ilona Vranova has admitted that she carried out further modifications to the subject just hours before this situation presented itself.

It is my belief that Felicity Connor, Chief Chemist of this project, is behind this.

Reasons for suspecting Connor’s involvement:

1. She was alone with the subject inside operating theatre at the time of his unexpected awakening.

2. She prevented the two guards from entering the theatre, locking the doors down.

3. The subject quickly came to and, according to both guards Vipen and Crane

showed no signs of either confusion or physical weakness upon regaining

consciousness. This goes against Connor’s previous claims.

4. C.C. Connor left the theatre alongside the subject, and has still not been located.

5. Seconds before the subject’s awakening, all surveillance cameras monitoring the

operating theatre AND the subject’s cell were knocked out, seriously delaying our

reaction to the situation.

Technician Vranova claims to have had no idea of what C.C. Connor was up to, and that she simply thought that Connor’s motives for directly ignoring my orders were identical to her own.

First response:

I have decided to evacuate the base for now, due to the fact that the armed forces at my current disposal are far too few in numbers to adequately counter this threat while at the same time carrying out their original mission of keeping outside threats on the outside.

All non-combat personnel will be brought back to the Ordus Facility, while this base is to be placed under lockdown.”

“Lockdown? We’ve hardly encountered as single locked door down here!” Jack let out as he read it.

“Yes, it does seem as if their concept of lockdown is seriously substandard, or something went wrong with it.” Anya replied, and then read on.

“Proposed further response:

Mobilizing a large force of Ordus security forces, followed by the return to this base where both the raiders and the subject should be dealt with.

Vranova should be subjected to a medium-level punishment for her sub-standard level of respect, both for her commanding officer and for the lives of her Ordus sisters.

Connor, upon her capture, should be subjected to a high-level punishment for treason and for seriously jeopardizing the lives of her Ordus sisters.

Final words:

Harmony and Clarity, this unfortunate episode has, in my view, made it painfully clear that the screening-process for which of the sisters that is allowed full insight into the operating of Ordus Facility must be tightened. Felicity lacked the moral fibre to see that the subjugation and modification of a relatively low number of male subjects were a necessary means in the process of rebuilding civilization.

Message end.”

“Alright,” Jack said as Anya rose up from the chair, “now what do we do?”
“We find Gemma, Felicity and/or the “subject” and then we work out a plan on how the hell we’re to get past those raiders outside.” Anya replied sombrely.
“Sounds like a plan. Do you think that she’s in danger?”

“Not from anything else than drowning, I hope.” Anya said and nodded at the cum-splattered screen and keyboard, her fingers were sticky from it.
Jack couldn’t help but to let out a brief chuckle at Anya’s comment, and then the two cautiously moved out of the room and further into the part of the outpost that Gemma had set out to explore.

The feeling of sudden and recent departure was constant through every space that they passed, with beds left unmade while terminals and lamps were left on.

They were now moving through another corridor, its walls painted in bright colours like the ones that they had passed through before.
“What do you think have happened here?” Anya asked Jack, whose response was to hush her and point forwards.
In the silence, Anya could hear it too; a steady series of growling moans came from beyond the closed door not fifteen feet from them.

Looking at each other and nodding in unison, Anya and Jack sneaked up to the door, their weapons readied.

Exchanging another nod once they had reached the plain grey door, Anya stood back while Jack yanked down the handle and pushed the door open.

Charging into the room, the two would-be rescuers froze while their eyes grew big at the sight that was now presented to them.

The room was similar to the other personal living-spaces that they had passed during the last ten minutes; plain desk, a locker next to the desk and a relatively wide bed with a metal frame with a footlocker at its foot.

Lying splayed out on the bed was a naked man with a neatly cropped head of hair and well-developed muscles in all the right places. His feet were on the floor and between his legs sat an equally naked Gemma, eagerly milking the man’s large, throbbing cock.

Anya’s eyes were fixed on the man’s dick, and she used her in-depth personal experience of well-sized cocks to determine that while it was a few inches shorter than Jack’s, it was slightly thicker.
The man’s balls also rivalled Jack’s in size, and from the fact that Gemma was covered from head to toes in thick strands of cum, it would appear that he produced just as much or even more of the sticky jizz than Jack did.

Both of them looked startled by Jack’s and Anya’s sudden appearance; Gemma hardly even reacting when another jet of cum splattered against her glistening chest.

“Gemma!” Anya was the first one to break the silence, if one didn’t count the involuntarily moans from the man on the bed.
“Anya, you’re here!” Gemma cried back.
“You know these two?” The man on the bed asked Gemma.

Before Gemma could respond, a click was heard from behind Anya and Jack.
“Alright you two, drop your weapons!” A female voice cried out.
Either of them being particularly eager on being shot in the back, the two complied with the request by dropping all of their weapons.
“Good, now step into the room!” The voice went on, and was again met with compliance from both Anya and Gemma.
“Up against the wall!” The voice went on.

Glancing back over her shoulder, Anya could see who it was that was ordering them around; it was a woman with long, black hair and with a deliciously curved body, which was (barely) covered by a thin white thong, a low-cut white top and a pair of white stockings that reached up to an inch below her supple ass.
She was holding a small pistol in her right hand.
The woman was currently looking at Gemma with a certain degree of surprise, but soon regained her composure and ordered her up against the wall as well.

“Felicity, I don’t think that this is necessary…” The man on the bed let out a weak protest, but Felicity cut it short.
“Maybe not, Sean. But we can’t be too sure as long as the Ordus girls are planning a comeback!”

The woman now returned her focus to the three intruders lined up against the wall, her gun aimed right at Jack’s chest.
“Alright, strip!” She commanded them.

Seeing how Anya was dressed in nothing but her tiny leather bikini and Gemma was already stark naked, it was Jack who took the longest in getting naked.

Despite the potentially volatile nature of the current situation, Jack was sufficiently aroused for his cock to stand fully erect once he had pulled down his khaki pants.
Felicity had cocked her eyebrows and smiled at the naked appearances of Anya and Gemma, but she let out a wicked coo when she caught a first glance of Jack’s thick cock.

“Now then,” Felicity said while her hungry eyes gazed over the three, “I think that you better start explaining what you’re doing here.”
Anya was pretty certain that Felicity was no expert at the use of guns, and the fact that the safety of Felicity’s small pistol was on only strengthened that opinion.
But it was probably best to simply explain the situation than charging forwards to disarm her.