A/N: So I wanted to forewarn you all that this fic is taking a pretty dark turn but a very realistic one if the world were to end due to a virus outbreak. Anyway, enjoy :-D
Eugene sits on an examination stool in Tracey's office.
He's staring at Tara lying unconscious Dr. Turpin's examination table with her legs in stirrups.
Realities have smacked him in the head.
What's been bliss for him living in Greenbrier may not be the case for others.
"Tara," his voice wavering, "Tara…," he touches her wrist hoping to wake her.
"Tara…please wake up," tears form in his eyes as he sniffles, "Please, Tara wake up. I don't know what to do."
Tracey quickly walks in, "Damn, this shit couldn't have happened on a worse night." She glances at Eugene whose turning his back to her.
She delicately removes her lab coat; placing it on the wall hook staring at Eugene, "You alright, Babe?"
Eugene walks over to the sink; snatching a paper towel from the dispenser, "I just need…," he wets the towel then wipes his face grasping as much composure as he can, "…Just trying to…to cool down from earlier."
She frowns, pitting him and his confession, "Babe…we will finish what we started earlier. I promise."
Tracey removes a clean surgical gown from one of the drawers to put on.
She moseys over to Eugene turning him around so their face to face. Standing on her tip toes she delicately nibbles his lower bottom lip; suckling it with her tongue, "…there's definitely a part two…"
Eugene's member responds accordingly as he wraps his arms around her tiny waist to enjoy their lip-locking.
She breaks away from the kiss turning her back to him, "Now, tie me up in back Babe."
He finishes the last gown tie, "But…what's going on here Love Plug?"
She walks over to the mini fridge in the corner of the room; squatting down to open the fridge door she eyeballs Eugene from the corner of her eye trying to get a good read on where his head's at.
Once she locates a petri dish labeled "KC" inside she asks, "Eugene, you have bachelors in education?"
Placing the petri dish on the counter she grabs a pair of latex gloves from another drawer to put on.
"You know the history of Rome, right?"
He furrows his brow trying to recall history lessons he's taught in the past.
"Remember the story of Romulus and Remus," she removes two packages from the overhead cabinet.
As she's opening both packages she continues, "…and how they kidnapped and raped the Sabine women?"
She sits down on a second stool and rolls over to another drawer pulling out a face mask then putting it on.
She removes the lid from the petri dish, "You know why they did that?"
Eugene doesn't answer.
She removes a syringe from one of the packages and sticks it dish extracting a clear liquid. Then she grabs a catheter from the other package and attaches the syringe to the top.
"They needed bodies, people, families. They needed a population, people willing to invest in the survival of their city."
"Well…," Eugene walks across the room, "What does that have to do with Tara?"
"There are…," she pauses, "…some council members that believe we need a boost in our population. We need more bodies on this side of the fence. The workers are procreating faster than us."
She motions for Eugene to sit down on the other stool and wheel over to Tara's side.
"What happened a couple years earlier…," she wheels herself over to the examination table.
Tara's underwear is still on so she hands the syringe/catheter to Eugene so she can remove them.
After removing the underwear she takes two fingers and slowly inserts them into Tara's vagina, "Now make sure you tell me if you see her eyelids moving or if her finger start twitching."
Eugene's face flushes with heat as Tracey inserts her fingers into his friend; the sight of this violation makes him nauseous yet he never notices Tara's pinky fluttering at the moment of penetration.
His head starts pounding as he tries to hide his feelings of panic and shame.
"Civilization can only survive through females, no matter how her egg gets fertilized…life must continue."
After shoving nearly her entire hand into Tara she waves her hand for Eugene to hand her the syringe/catheter.
His hand trembles as he passes it to Tracey, "But it's like…your...your raping her," he laments.
She slowly inserts the catheter and injects the liquid into Tara only waiting a few moments before slowly removing it, "Better this way than the other right?"
"Eugene, throughout history no one has ever complained about how civilizations and cities were made. People only care that they exist and it's working," she shrugs her shoulders, "…for good or for bad.
When Tara realizes that she's pregnant…," she surmises, "she'll come around. The basic instinct for a female is to nurture and ensure the life of her offspring. To makes sure that her gene pool stays in the game of existence."
Tracey pulls her face mask down then throws her latex gloves bio-receptacle, 'Look, they're more dead walking this planet than the living, it's in our D.N.A to fight to survive in any way we can."
Tears flow down Eugene's cheeks as he looks over Tara's body; he reaches for her hand and squeezes it tightly.
"It like you've set the women's movement back a thousand years," he tells Tracey
Tracey begins untying her gown then stuffing it in the receptacle bin.
"Me," she points to herself, "I'm all for empowering women but as you can see the women in Greenbrier have a weakness. Their offspring. All those children in the dorms, most of them belong to the people in the worker community."
Seeing the confused look on Eugene's face she further explains.
"After people tried to go out on their own after that first revolt, a lot of the workers came back. Some of them still had their young children and some were about to give birth. So council made a deal, they'd give up all their kids that were 12 and under right then and there. Have them live on the residential side and the workers could go back to their homes. The council assured them that their kids received an education, a trade, food, safety...a future. A future better than the one that they could provide them. At least that's what the workers thought anyway.
For some reason, the workers felt it was a good deal until council threw in that their kids could only visit them twice a year, possibly more if there are extenuating circumstances like apparent dying or something.
You see, the council's trying to recreate a class system. Those kids were given to them so young that after a while they won't remember they have parents on the other side of the fence. The kids don't protest or complain about seeing their parents. Have you seen the dormitories? It used to be a top of the line Four Seasons hotel, it has an indoor pool, horse stables, movie room, arcade rooms gymnasiums. It has everything a kid could possibly want.
Tracey begins to put Tara's underwear and pajama pants back on. "I didn't do anything. Take your people, for example, Not one complained when your single women were separated from the group. Why? Because everyone wanted someplace safe for the children in your group.
And the men in your group didn't put up too much of a fuzz because…men need to have their ego stroked. They won't admit it but…" she sighs, "…guys like having women in a subservient position because men know women are far more superior to them in every single way."
Her speech falls on deaf ears as Eugene continues crying over Tara.
Feeling troubled by this open display of sympathy, Tracey removes her underwear before strolling over to him.
She removes Eugene's hand from Tara and places it on her sex kitten.
Tracey massages her clitoris with his hand, sending shock waves through her body.
Eugene doesn't turn his head right away when his hand's rubbing Tracey's bundle of nerves.
He's watching to see if there's any movement in Tara's face but before too long the blood that was fueling his emotions had pooled down to his erect penis.
She pushes Eugene's back to the sink and starts unbuckling his khakis.
He wants to protest what she's about to do but all those protests in his head faded as her tongue rims crown of his manhood.
It only took a few throat filled thrusts into Tracey's mouth before he had her bent over the sink; picking up where they had left off earlier before Cyrus showed up at the house.
Tracey snatches a wad of paper towels from the dispenser to wipe the semen oozing from her anus, "Ok Eugene, wheel her to the privacy exit. Wayland and Cyrus should be there in a few. I'm gonna do some rounds."
She puts her panties, "I saw Glenn here earlier I want to make sure everything is good with Maggie before I leave for the night."