Chapter 69 - Eleanor

Not every backstory is a tragic one.

E very 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.

He came and pulled out of me. I tried to stand, but he held me down with one hand, and opened the briefcase beside me, digging into it with his other hand.

"That stuff I gave you last night wasn't strong enough."

"I don't need anything more." I struggled against his hold, but he was stronger. "I need a level head so I can get us out of here."

But my words were ignored and a moment later I was screaming as a needle was plunged into my ass, and cold liquid flooded my body.

"What was that?" I gasped, the cold overtaking me. Whatever it was, it was strong and moved fast.

He chuckled. "You'll see."

He released me and I stood. My vision went spotty and the air in the room felt colder, cleaner somehow. My teeth began to chatter.

"Want to come back to bed?" He grinned.

I nodded and he took my hand. He took me back to bed and helped me out of my dress. It felt like the right thing to do, getting naked and slipping between the blankets. Riot stirred, pressing his cock into my belly. Callahan lay behind me, his thick length pushed against my ass.

The drug fully took hold.

I gasped loudly and grabbed Riot's shoulders. I needed him now.

I rolled him over, waking him up in the process. He blinked, but I didn't give him time to react. I saddled him and positioned my slit over his cock, sliding down. I sighed, relief taking over as I moved my hips, on the journey to my next orgasm.

Callahan chuckled again and sat up, putting his hands on my breasts. I groaned.

More.

What? Did someone speak to me? I was having trouble focusing, but this wasn't enough, I needed more stimulation.

Tell them. Bend over and let him take you too.

I collapsed against Riot's arms and arched my back.

"Daddy, please," I begged.

Callahan, moved between Riot's legs and dipped his hand between us. I was still slick from his cum. He wet his fingers and slid them up my cheeks, resting on my other entrance.

I clenched, scared for him to touch me there.

Don't tighten up. Relax. It will feel good .

I listened to the voice, and Callahan massaged me, adding more and more lubrication to it, and then he pressed his finger inside, moving slow.

"Oh…" I groaned. Yes. This is what I need, I realized. More. I needed to feel fuller. He moved his finger in and out, spinning it, helping me to get used to the feeling.

"More, I need more, Daddy," I begged.

Callahan moved closer, and a moment later he was spreading my cheeks wider and pressing the head of his cock into my tight little hole. I closed my eyes and focused on the pressure.

Ignore the pain. It'll feel good soon.

I listened to the voice in my head. It was soothing. Soon, he was all the way in.

"Good girl, Eleanor. I knew you could take it. How does it feel?" Riot asked.

"Good," I gasped. I mewed against Riot's chest. He ran his hands along my back; the sensation tickled, but felt delicious as well. "Please, fuck me boys. I need this. I need this bad."

Callahan began to move, and I let out a small cry as my body stretched to accommodate his movements. They hurt and yet, I liked it. I wanted more. I needed it to be faster, harder, and I needed to come.

Once Callahan had developed a steady rhythm, Riot joined him from under me. I felt so full, with both men inside me, separated by only a thin layer. I wanted to stay like this forever, thrusting and fucking.

Callahan picked up speed and Riot matched, and soon I was coming. My back arched and I threw my head back as my body erupted into thousands of mini explosions, warming my body and sending good feelings through me. They came with me, and we parted. Only the moment they left, my body cried in protest of their absence.

Give them time, clean them up, and then use your mouth, Eleanor.

Yes, of course.

They allowed me to stand, and I walked around the room, finding a door that led to a bathroom. I relieved myself and then took a towel and cleaned myself up, and then wet another rag to do the same to them.

I think Myrtle had the right idea. We didn't need to leave the room. We could stay here, and love each other for eternity. I don't think we had a choice. My pussy was needy and they had the fix it needed.

I returned to the bed, and gently cleaned their sex. Then, I started with Riot first, taking him deep into my mouth so we could start another round.