At some point, they took off the cuffs just long enough to yank my dress off, leaving me completely bare to them. I was immediately hung back up, and left to their mercy - of which there was none. They were like robots; they didn’t seem to lose stamina.
My body was drenched in sweat and fluids from all three of us. As much as I hated it, I orgasmed each time right along with them. The pleasure was overwhelming and tiring and I wanted to stop, yet, my belly still fluttered and my pussy begged for more. I needed the button inside me to be violently pushed. Over and over again.
“Please, my arms hurt so bad,” I pleaded for them to let my hands free. Only when Riot collapsed beside me, did Callahan do the same. Fear set in, realizing they were falling asleep. I’d be stuck like this all night. “Daddy, please,” I whimpered.
He roused, and his hard cock pressed against me, ready for another round. Without speaking, he lifted my legs and took me again, spilling into me, and then much to my relief, he unlocked both of my hands and promptly dropped to the bed, exhausted.
I slept with them, but the drugs wore off, and I woke to a silent room. I sat up slowly, and looked at both sides of me, where the men I loved slept. Sadness flowed through me. They weren’t those men anymore, just shells, overtaken by a beast unlike anything I’d ever dealt with before. I’d take on a thousand creepies, bitters, or etgars, or be exposed directly to radiation before I let this be their forever fates. There was a cure somewhere, I knew it.
Carefully, I crawled off the bed. I had to make a run for it.
Chapter 69 - Eleanor
Not every backstory is a tragic one.
Every muscle in my body screamed in protest as I left the bed. I couldn’t walk, so I had to crawl to my discarded clothes. I was as quiet as I possibly could be, moving slowly and looking up every few seconds to see if either of them had stirred.
I pulled on my dress, but looked around for my panties; my excitement depleted when I saw them across the room by the table. By Myrtle.
Riot and Callahan were so overcome by the drug, they hadn’t given her body any mind. I tried to stand but my legs instantly buckled so I resorted to crawling again. However, my morbid curiosity got the best of me, and as soon as I grew close, I pivoted and went to Myrtle instead.
I forced myself to my feet and stared up at her. She looked like an angel. Her eyes were closed and she seemed at peace. From what I’d learned about her in the short time I’d known her, this was probably the first time she’d ever had it.
I reached for her hand. Blood from her head wound had traveled in thin lines all the way down her body. I stared at them on her hand.
How old was she really? She could easily be my sister. Oh, how interesting my life would have been with an older sister to guide me.
“What was your plan? Surely it wasn’t to spend eternity in this room,” I whispered to her.
I examined her again. Her dress was similar to mine, which meant it had pockets. I dug into her dress. Did she have a key? My hand wrapped around a folded piece of paper. I pulled it out and carefully opened it. I cringed, the noise of the crinkling paper putting me on alert.
Inside was a handwritten letter.
Myrtle,
I saw your daughter, she wandered into my shop. She likes to draw. She was fascinated by the tattoo machine. She looks just like you, just as beautiful. Her name is Eleanor, and she’s got fire in her too.
My son, Callahan, came to get her. He’s a DIT. I told him to watch over her and that she’s a special one. The look on his face when he saw her in my shop told me he thinks so too. Callahan sees more than just the bunker. He isn’t meant to follow, he’s meant to lead. I have a feeling that this generation will break a lot of rules we’d wished we could have.
If we couldn’t be together, maybe someday our children can.
All my love,
Hank
“Did we give you permission to get up?” Callahan’s voice from directly behind me made me leap back into his hard chest. I spun around and he grabbed my wrist and yanked me away from Myrtle.
“I was just— Callahan, your dad?”
“We’re not talking right now.” He dragged me to the table.
“Please, no more!” I pleaded. “I need a break. I know you can’t help it, but I don’t think I?—”
“I don’t care what you want, Eleanor,” he growled and shoved my head down on the table, bending me over. He lifted my dress and I whimpered, remembering I hadn’t made it to my panties. It didn’t matter. Tears slid down my face, knowing what was coming. Callahan pressed his cock against my entrance and pushed inside.
I cried out in pain. My pussy was slick but I was so sore.
Callahan grunted and thrust, not hearing my cries. I wanted to be angry but I couldn’t be. This wasn’t him. He was lost, the true soul of Callahan, my Daddy, my first love -- buried deep in his mind. I had to figure out a way to get him back.
