Chapter 67 - Riot

Sometimes you have no choice.

M y head throbbed, screaming for relief. My eyes felt like they were going to fall out of my skull as I opened them. And then, my eyes fell upon a pink dress. I ran my gaze up the familiar legs, spotting the tattoo on her thigh, and then her face.

"Eleanor?" Callahan's voice came gurgled from beside me.

My hands shook as I clenched them. My muscles twitched and I began to fight against my restraints.

I had to get to her. Take her.

What was that? I grimaced. The voice had come from my mind.

You need to breed her.

Breed? What the fuck? My cock was hard and straining against my pants. It physically hurt as I twisted in my chair.

"I don't want to do that," Callahan said. I looked over to find he was talking to the voice in his head. He had pulled on his restraints as well. Whatever I was going through, he was too.

Now, Riot. Claim her.

My chest was heaving as I tried to push the voice back, but it was becoming louder.

I looked at Eleanor. She was fighting with someone -- Myrtle. I remembered now. Myrtle had explained she'd planned all this out.

She was convinced we were in love.

What in the actual fuck.

The more I fought against the rope, it seemed to tighten. It wasn't normal rope; it was made of something else. As it tightened, it cut into my skin, red rings of blood forming around my wrists.

"What's happening to them?" Eleanor cried out. She paused her fight with Myrtle to watch us writhe.

"The drug is taking over their minds. Soon, they'll break through their bonds and run to rip my clothes off. There's nothing you can do, Eleanor."

"There has to be a cure. A serum --something. They can't live like this forever." Tears slid down her face.

"There is, but good luck finding it," Myrtle laughed. "I hid it. When Bonnie returns with more restraints, I'll send her to destroy them. These two are my sexual servants until they die. Unless they kill each other in a fight to have me." She laughed.

"You're sick. I can't believe I came from you," Eleanor spat.

"Oh, sweetie, I've watched you for a long time. I feel the same about you. That sweet act makes me nauseous. You won't survive out in the Wastelands."

"I think I'll survive longer than you." Eleanor's eyes scanned the room. I knew her well enough to know she was looking for a weapon. "You underestimate me."

She was right. I'd made the same mistake. In Mercury Mile. I'd laughed at her skills, thinking she had none. But she showed me up by saving my life and being a solid partner the rest of the way here.

Take her.

"Eleanor," I grit my teeth. "You need to get out of here."

Both women turned to me in surprise.

"What? No, I can't leave you."

Eleanor tried to run to me, but Myrtle caught her by her pigtail and ripped her back.

"He doesn't want you to see how much he loves me. Maybe you should go. Unless you want to have your heart broken."

Break her in half with your cock.

"Eleanor, you need to go find the drug to reverse this. I don't want to hurt you."

It was taking everything in me to fight against the voice. I wanted to rip myself out of the chair, but I also needed to stay put. I didn't know what would happen once I was released.

You're going to tear her pussy in half.

No. I didn't want to hurt anyone.

Yes you do. She'll like it.

"You monster," Eleanor cried, pulling her hair out of Myrtle's grasp. She spun around and slapped her across the face.

Myrtle gasped.

"This is how you treat your mother?" She mocked, shoving Eleanor back. The two fell to the floor. Callahan and I watched as they pulled, kicked, and punched each other.

"I can't do this much longer," Callahan said. "I need to…"

"I know, just fight a little longer," I said back. "She's going to figure this out."

Eleanor let out a loud cry and stood up. She yanked Myrtle up off the floor and then off the ground. Myrtle was taller than her, so I was impressed at how she'd managed to do this.

"We are done!" Eleanor used all her strength to heave her across the room toward a wall covered in sex toys. Myrtle flew, hitting the toys and sliding down with a thump. She groaned and struggled to her feet. The toys jostled on their shelves, a rubber dildo fell off its hook entirely and rolled onto Myrtle's shoes.

Don't you want to use that on her? You know you do.

I wasn't going to be able to last much longer in this chair.

"You truly are delusional." Eleanor's shoulders rose and fell heavily. "They will not be trapped in this room to do your bidding. I'll find the cure."

"No you won't," Myrtle croaked. "It's impossible. It's too late, Eleanor." She kicked the toy out of her way and stalked toward her. But Eleanor was so full of rage she charged the larger woman. Her head connected with Myrtle's belly and she was shoved back. She kept running, pushing her back. Myrtle's scream was cut off, followed by a loud squelching sound.

I'd momentarily looked away, but my eyes swung back to the pair, and for a moment, my sexual rage calmed as I stared upon what had made Myrtle stop screaming,

Blood dripped from Myrtle's eyes and mouth; her body hung in the air, her head suspended on the hook which had just moments before held the fake purple cock.

She'd been impaled.