"Then why do you want her so badly?" I knew why, but was he ready to admit it?
Eleanor hugged me, her body trembling. I wasn't sure if it was from fear or the rain. Her skin was still completely unscathed, despite the ground sizzling under our feet. "Just find another little girl to take her place."
The warden let out a growl and lunged for her. I pushed her back and collided with the older man, shoving him back. His gun fell out of his hands but he didn't go for it. Instead, he tackled me to the ground and reached for my helmet.
"We'll handle it now. Save a bullet." He unclipped my mask and tore it off my head before I could stop him. There was a moment of silence as everyone waited for me to start gasping for air. But I didn't. The rain hit my face, and I winced at the wetness, but not at the poison it held. It was a sharp pinch if that. I was immune too; the pills did work.
"What the—Why aren't you dying?" he demanded to know. I shoved him off me and stood. All the Daddies stared at me in shock as the rain continued to pelt my skin. I took off my gloves and PARA suit jacket, stripping down to just my pants. Acid rain poured onto my exposed body and still, I lived.
"We've been lied to!" I announced. "The Young Ladies aren't the only ones immune. All of us who have been assigned and turned into Daddies can survive above without suits and masks."
"Why haven't they told us?" one of the Daddies asked.
"Because how else would they keep us in line? They need us to be afraid or their whole system collapses. See for yourself!"
The warden scurried over to the line. He wasn't so sure either. They stared at me in abject horror as I became soaked yet still unharmed. They spoke amongst themselves and finally took off their masks and tossed them onto the ground.
Bingo.
An instant later, the rain hit their skin and burned holes into them. They screamed as their faces melted and their lungs filled with poisonous chemicals. They dropped to the ground and jerked until one by one, they died.
I turned to Eleanor, who was staring in horror at the scene. I took her in my arms and for the first time, unashamedly, I leaned down and pressed my lips to hers.
"You love me?" she asked.
"I do. From the moment I found you at my Dad's tattoo parlor. Just… I never realized that's what it was."
She frowned, and stood there a moment, as if trying to recall.
"That was your father?"
I nodded. We weren't allowed to talk about our families during the program, but I remembered him fondly. Seeing her that day, watching him work with admiration in her eyes, it did something to me. I fell in love without knowing.
Eleanor ran her hand over my bare chest and kissed me again. Our lips parted and our tongues danced in the madness of the moment. Her hands explored my body, and mine soon found her breasts, running my thumbs across her protruding nipple. She groaned and my body responded in kind.
"I-I can't take it anymore." She tugged on my pants, unbuckling them. "It's all I can think about. Every night, I dream of being with you again. Of having you inside me. I need you now."
"Now?" I glanced over at the bodies. Some were still twitching. Their skin hung off their frames, their eyes melted, their bone exposed. She looked too and then nodded.
"Now. I don't care. Take me, Daddy."
I led her to our escape vehicle and ushered her onto my lap. Pulling out my cock, she pushed up her white dress and slid her panties to the side. In a moment, our bodies were colliding in glorious ecstasy. It was pleasure and pain from the stinging rain that held me to her. It was our own personal punishment for what we'd done to get here, but it was worth every drop of acid that hit our skins.
She ground against me, pleading for me to make her come. I tugged down the dress, licking and sucking her breasts, thrusting into her, demanding her to do the same for me. We were panting, wincing, screaming, and crying until finallyshe threw her head back and clenched her pussy tight around my needy cock. Her orgasm triggered my own and it was magnificent.
We stared at each other for a long moment after, steadying our breaths and resting our foreheads together. Finally, I leaned back and took the helmet out of the passenger's seat and handed it to her.
"Put this on and get behind me."
She slid off, adjusted her dress, and straddled me from behind.
"Yes, Daddy."
"Good girl," I muttered. I glanced one last time at the pile of bodies. We could never go back. The warden wasn't the top dog. There would be people looking for him, and once they found the massacre, they'd come for us. "Now, hold me tight. It's gonna be a long ride."
"Where are we going?" She leaned against me, wrapping her arms tightly around my middle.
I knew there was only one answer. She'd have a lot of questions, which I'd answer on the way. I turned on the machine and revved the engine. We were going somewhere no one knew about Young Ladies, Daddies or what we'd done. Somewhere we could be free. For now, I had to lie to her. She'd figure it out soon anyways. It was easier to keep her calm than make her panic.
