|
Author's Note: Stories on this site may contain fiction of an adult nature. They may contain themes involving Incest, under age sex, rape, bestiality, drugs or alcohol abuse. If these subjects make you uncomfortable please exit now. The stories are meant for the entertainment of adults as defined by your local government or society, if you are below this age please exit now. The author does not condone or encourage anyone to act in real life the way the characters depicted in this story act.
First Published: 07 May 2022
City of Joy
by Markus Story Code: mf, mg, rom, cons, oral, voy, piv, preg, ws Chapter 1 – Mary Mark had found Mary while he was scavenging through a house he thought was empty. At first he thought he had found another corpse. She was sitting so motionless on her bed with her head down. He jumped back when she looked up at him like a ghost. They had not said anything and he just backed away slowly like a thief. They just stared into each others eyes. They were unsure what to do or say. She didn't have to say anything, he already knew what happened. He sat next to her on her bed and soon realized how she may misinterpret his actions. He quickly offered her some of his loot and was embarrassed that he had found it in her own kitchen cupboards. She took the pack of dried noodles and chewed it mechanically. He could see she still had a light in her eyes. It was not a coincidence that he had gone into her bedroom. He typically stayed clear of the bedrooms but he had recognized her in a picture in the her hallway. She was from his high-school and he must have passed her a hundred times in the corridors. He otherwise didn't know anything about her. He had dreaded finding someone that he knew dead but he couldn't help himself. Mark couldn't find the words to say how glad he was to find someone alive in his own age group. In fact, he couldn't think of anything to say. He had just turned 17 and she, he would later find out was 15 years old. All the other survivors he had seen before were much younger than himself. The silence between them was awkward but he wouldn't leave her for the world. She had broken the silence first by saying "Thank you Mark.". He was surprised that she knew his name and tried to compute how that could be. From there the words flowed easily and he heard all the things he had expected. The information was not important but somehow each word healed them. That night he slept in her bed. When he woke up, he found she was holding his hand as if to say "Don't leave me". She filled her schoolbag with some necessities and left her parent's house for the last time. She was careful to lock the door behind her as if it was a tomb. Back at Mark's house, they held each other so tight that their arms hurt. In no-time they were married by holy right of nature. All other laws having died with their parents. Chapter 2 - The Family Together, Mark and Mary had been reborn. Gone were the cold nights and the loneliness. Although each day was a struggle to find food and water, they could see a future. Mark went hunting during the day for supplies as Mary held down the fort. The streets were quiet and uneventful but fear still gripped his imagination. Mark carried a knife just praying there wasn't anyone lurking, mad with the same fear. He had seen some people older than himself still alive but they were heartrendingly debilitated. He had barely survived himself and wasn't surprised older people couldn't make it through. Despite their relationship they nevertheless felt incomplete. It was as if a part of them was still dead inside. The plight of the survivors they had seen had grated on their minds. Mary was the first to say what Mark's mind had no words for. She suggested they save some of the children. She said it so casually and it took him some time to process the significance of it. The first girl Mark had decided to bring back to his Mary was an emaciated and dirty 7 year old girl named Isabella. He found her in the middle of an abandoned convenience store. He had seen her before and his heart ached when he had left her alone. He picked her up and carried her back to the house where Mary was waiting with open arms. That night, Isabella slept in their bed and cuddled them as if she was cold. Mark and Mary had made love almost every night and it was as natural as breathing for teen aged couple, even as Isabella held on to them. Perhaps they had crossed a line but they didn't have the heart to leave her by herself. While they waited for sleep to overtake them, Mark thought back to how he had never seen his own parents show any kind of affection towards each other. He swore that he would not end up loveless like that. The day after, Mark was following a path behind his house when he heard crying. With trepidation he broke in and emerged with twins; a pair of 9 year old sisters. He was glad to have saved these ephemeral creatures from their gloom. Back at home, Mary collected the pair and kissed them like long lost family. They couldn't get them to say their names so they nicknamed them Joy and Hope. She told them they were her cousins and that they would be safe. Mary was so excited she couldn't stop doting on them. When the girls eventually did open up and revealed their real names, their nicknames had already stuck. The children were so filthy and Mary decided to give them a proper wash. They didn't have running water and so decided to use the precious drinking water from one of their three rain-barrels to fill the bottom of a kiddy pool. Mary stripped the girls first and they were overjoyed to splash in the cold clean water. Mary and Mark also unabashedly stripped in front of the girls. They gawked and giggled when she saw Mark's nude body. All standing in the small pool Mary applied the soap to the girls and frothed up a thick lather. Mark likewise got on his knees and got to work on washing the girls. He had never washed a child before but was soon invigorated with the task. Mary washed the girls between their legs as was necessary. Mark was embarrassed when he saw all the girls looking at his erection. Mary rinsed them off quickly and they retired to the house for a lazy mid-day nap. In the house, they pushed the mattresses together and all lay down for the nap. They were all nude and fresh for what seemed like the first time. It was a like they were all children again, innocent and free. Mary kissed Mark first and the girls cuddled the teen couple. They all laughed and Mark rolled over on the girls squishing them playfully. Mary likewise started rolling around enjoying the new game. The girls joined in and rolled over them and giggling as they touched Mark so intimately for the first time. They wanted to make the precious moment last for ever. Their skin was fragrant from the soap and they couldn't stop kissing each other all over. Mary kissed the girls on the face, their bellies and their backs as did Mark. It had been such a long time the girls didn't experience affection that they drank it in. None of them could get enough. They were starved and now presented with a buffet. They were in no rush and didn't have any other place to be. Being teens, Mark and Mary had some urgent needs and made love in the middle of girls who were content to fall asleep sated with affection. Mark had taught himself how to drive and had expanded his scavenging to the warehouse district. That is where he had found the army supplies. There were so many crates of vital supplies that a welcomed problem became how to bring it back. He decided instantly that he would not just squirl it away with Mary, and instead, would use it to save as many as he could. It wasn't long before their house became filled with the sounds of the ruckus of children. They had saved 5 boys and and 7 girls in the range of 7 and 13 years old. Although it was a constant struggle they would not have it any other way. Mary woke up one morning and realized she no longer wished to get back her old life. It was like so many other mornings, warmly asleep in the breathing mass, when a small face nuzzled into her neck. A year ago she would have been rudely awoken by her alarm clock and grudgingly gone to school. Now she lazily lingered in her nest. They had continued to sleep all together in the same room adding more mattresses as needed until the whole room became one big bed. They had all been broken by the Event and now they healed into each other like a single whole person. They no longer had any inhibitions and often slept in the nude as the room became so warm from their body heat. As they lay cuddled up like a ball of kittens, Mary turned to Mark and said she wanted to adopt a lot more children. Chapter 3: The School Isabella, Hope and Joy paraded down the street in the Halloween costumes they had found in the attic. Joy was drumming away on a little tambourine and the other girls were twirling in their princess costumes. It was a surreal festive bubble in the wasteland of grief. Mark drove an old school bus slowly following the parade as Mary knocked on the doors on the way. The result was immediate. Children emerged from their dank hiding spots. Enticed by the familiar yellow bus and promise of sweets. Martin, the second oldest boy meekly handed out the snacks from a shopping cart that he pushed along. They were headed toward the elementary school where there would be enough space for the children to live. There, they would not teach them the lies of their parents. They would live a free and proper life. When they arrived at the school-yard with a crowd of 23 more children, the nostalgia faded. The group took to playing, as many of them still remembered they had done in a previous life. They chased each other, engrossed in the games they had nearly forgotten how to play. If it weren't for the overgrown weeds, it may otherwise could have been just another school day. Inside the gymnasium, Mark had prepared a living area for them. It was not as cozy as Mark's house but the space was necessary. Perhaps they had inherited the same malady of their parents who were never satisfied with what they had. If they had been satisfied they would have let the unfortunate perish like fallen fruit. They could not help themselves in the spoils, they would save the children. They would save themselves. Without a plan they spontaneously connected through games and group activities. Mark's favourite was the "Doctor" game. It would be played in class room instead of the gymnasium. It was played in groups of three. Each group had a patient laying on a row of desks, a doctor and a nurse. The doctor had to inspect the patient and find the ailment, the nurse had to follow the instructions of the doctor and the patient had to let the doctor heal them. It was not uncommon for the patient to claim a pain between their legs and that the doctor examine the area thoroughly. Unlike the old games that they played in the same school, it did not have a prize as it was self rewarding. As far as anyone knew, there were no more real doctors. So the children applied their imaginations, and often, ironically, they healed each other better than real doctors could have. After a group-shower, which consisted of soaping each other during a rain storm. Mary's favourite was the "First Kiss" Game. They would return nude, wet and shivering from the rain to the gymnasium door. The older children that had returned would greet the others until they were all wrapped up warm with vigorous rubbing. They would shed their towels and jump in thier group-bed and kiss each other like they had done during their first group bath. They rolled over each other and squished each other, feeling their body weight in the darkness. Some preferred to kiss each other on their faces while the older ones would kiss each other more sensually. Out of the decay of their town, somehow, something as powerful and undefined as what had destroyed it, had emerged. However, an uneasy feeling settled on Mark's mind as he was making love to Mary. It had been over a year since they first began having sex. Like any true lovers, they never used birth control. Mark knew all the intimate parts of women and girls but somehow they were still a mystery. Nevertheless, instinctively, he knew that she should be showing signs of a new life inside her. He realized and expected her to have gotten pregnant by now. However, it had never happened. He began to wonder if the sickness he had survived early on may have actually injured him. Perhaps he was sterile, or Mary, or perhaps they all were. He didn't want to alarm Mary but eventually brought it up as a question. She shrugged it off but was inwardly rattled. What if they had survived, just to witness the true end of the world. Chapter 4: The Farm The jarring realization of their fate spread like a virus to the whole group. Fear had returned with a vengeance. It was not with a sense of irony that such a large group of sexually active youths could not bare children of their own. As a group they decided that if they could have babies, then they must. They had gone through too much and would not let it end. They didn't know what was happening in the rest of the world but the silence was more telling than the radio broadcast that never came. Trying to create the next generation would be their final act of the love. Adding insult to injury; the School did not work as a home. It had seemed like such a good idea. There was plenty of space but there was no running water, the toilets did not work and without electricity most of the school was ominously dark. So Mark drove around aimlessly searching, he did not know what he was looking for. The large mansion houses would have the space they needed, but without fresh running water, they might as well stay in the school. As he reached a crest on the road he momentarily had a glimpse of the country side. Inspired, he drove out and he concluded that they needed a farm. Each plot he passed had their own charm but when he found one with a water pump and a startled cow, it was clear that, that was their new home. Consumed with emotion, they jammed themselves into one school bus and just as soon, they were all running gleefully on their expansive new land. Luckily, on a neighbouring farm, they found a boy who had wanted to join their group. His name was Noah and he had taken care of his animals in otherwise total solitude for the last 14 months. A cruel lifetime for a youth. Noah was ecstatic to show them his farming skills while the girls showed-off their natural talents. Noah was 14 years old and had only previously just kissed a girl. Joy and Hope had claimed Noah as their own personal project. They knew it would take time for him to acclimate to their ways. On the first night, laying in the group bed beside Joy and Hope, he was shocked by the things he heard and saw. His imagination had failed to conceive of such a place. Joy was the first to lean in towards Noah, letting him gravitate the rest of the way like a magnet to her lips. Hope was less patient and joined in the kisses. He never imagined having twin angels to guide him to paradise. Finally, with a home, the group could execute the plan that they had talked about at the School. In fact they just had to follow their natural inclinations. To make it easier, and more fun, they created a new all consuming game called "Princess". The game started at 8pm just after everyone had a wash. They would all gather nude in the group bedroom. They would proceed to put on a blindfold and then wonder randomly, bumping past each other without touching. On the count of ten, each boy would have to find a Princess by feeling for a girl. Once he found one they would lay down together and have vaginal intercourse. For the game, other types of intercourse like oral or anal were discouraged. The goal of the game was to symbolically save the princess by ejaculating into her vagina and so try to impregnate them. It was random couplings each night to maximize the chance of conception. Once a boy had ejaculated he would shout "Princess" and could claim a symbolic prize the next day. The game was originally Mary's idea when she realized she would need to share herself with other boys. One night Mark had finally paired with the Princess he had been eyeing for a long time. Her name was Tara and she was the youngest and also the smallest girl in the group. Each time he thought of her, his minds-eye saw her long golden hair shining in the summer sun. She was only 7 years old and was like a twig compared to Mary. He had often given her kisses and touched her after her wash. He wondered if it was inappropriate to have such feelings towards someone so undeveloped but love knew no age. When she realized that Mark had claimed her in the game she smiled shyly. Mark lay her down like a doll and gently got on top. He tried not to put too much weight on her as he realized it may be painful. Although he was excited he wanted to give her the time she needed. Due to her small stature, his member was pressed up against her leg as their genitals didn't line up. To make her more comfortable he rolled her on top of him and let her causally kiss him. She was always like a ball of energy, and that night was no different. He had seen her engage in the game several times and knew she could easily take his entire length but still he didn't want to force himself on her. She sat on his erection so that it was pressed along her slit while she shyly kissed him. Tara was rubbing herself on Mark's manhood until he could feel her moisture. He wished to taste her but didn't want to break the rule he himself had made. He couldn't help himself and ran his fingers along her crotch and then smelled and tasted her on his fingers. He expected he would roll on top of her to start the game but his patience was rewarded when he felt her penetrating herself on top of him. Did she enjoy it as much as he was? Her cat-like body writhed on top of him. Mark didn't care about the game and wanted it to last longer. He closed his eyes to reduce the intensity of his pleasure. This had the opposite effect because now his mind showed him the idealized image of her instead. He knew he could not delay it so just let the feeling do the work. Tara was now moaning the way she learned from Mary's "Love School" and it played perfectly to the rhythm on Mark's mind. She was bouncing on top of him, a bit too fast. Tara's young mind didn't know that a good climax involved a progressive acceleration. It was not something that could be taught. He wanted to teach her the correct way but that meant he would have to crush her under his weight. Instead he grabbed her bum to guide her. Mark loved to run his fingers over her anus. He knew girls usually didn't like it but he just had to satisfy his greed. He couldn't hold his climax any longer and shot his seed into her. Before Mark could, Tara already shouted "Princess" to declare victory. The next day at breakfast Mark asked Tara to sit on his lap so that he could dote on her. Mary smiled as she saw the open expression of physical affection. As the winner of "Princess" she got to put her name on the winner board when everyone was gathered for all to see. Everyone pampered Tara that day and she felt a deep pride and comradely with her peers. For Mark it was clear to him that Tara played the game expertly just for the prize. Mary nevertheless was proud that her game had taken on such a life of its own. It was over 16 months since the sex games began and despite the sultry nights, still none of the 24 girls showed any signs of pregnancy. The group brainstormed the ultimate game that would guarantee their survival. They imagined that they could negotiate with their damaged bodies. Chapter 5: The Olympics Now outspoken leaders of the group, 10 year old Hope and her twin, Joy, spoke over her elders with their idea. They suggested an "Olympic" Event where the winner take all. The first couple to have a baby would become the the God and Goddess of the group. The analogy resonated with everyone instantly as they all greedily wanted unlimited ingratiation. All the previous restrictions would be lifted. In the "Princess" game, they had to participate in the group-bed, it had to be after the wash and also ejaculations had to be vaginal. In the new game, the only rule was "No rough play". They imagined they would reach their goal faster by taking out all the stops. Although Mark and Mary were considered the leaders that made the final decisions, they let the group decide as they were also enticed by the new possibilities. Mark soon realized that everything would fall apart with the lack of discipline. He hated himself for thinking it. He felt like he had become his father. For the first time hated the group for making him feel that way. During breakfast Noah was already busy under the table between Hope's legs while she rocked back and forth on her natural high. Everyone was distracted and many children left their food untouched to get started on the "Olympic" games. Mark and Mary grudgingly cleaned up for them but decided they would not become like their parents and start scolding them. The sounds of love-making in the next room added to their frustrations. With the pressing tasks on his mind, he walked past the mass that had already formed in the living room. He already lost Mary as she shed her cloths and sat on a boys face. It was just 9am. More frustrated than before, Mark went out to the barn to clear his mind with some drudgery. He took a break to visit the outhouse when Sophia, 11 year old outcast was headed to the same door. Out of no fault of her own, she was the pariah of the group. They had picked her up on the side of the road when the entire group was being driven to the farm. To everyone's annoyance, she was unceremoniously jammed into the overcrowded bus. When Mark brought her in, everyone was so preoccupied with their own emotional turmoil that they didn't have the opportunity to perform their "Welcoming Ritual". Usually when a new person arrived, the group would gather around them and give them a group hug. Since Sophia had skipped the bonding process many looked down on her. There was no undoing the damage and her status stuck. Although she had her fare share of good qualities, the others didn't voluntarily include her in the sensual games. Mark felt guilt about what he had caused her to endure. It was not entirely out of a sense of duty when he proposed they play a unique game together. When she said she was bursting, Mark said there was something he always wanted to try. They took off all their cloths and Mark lay down on the bare dirt and asked her to sit on his erection. She beamed with enthusiasm while she penetrated herself on him. With the extra pressure, she said she couldn't hold it in any longer and Mark asked her to release it. She stopped moving and pushed hard. Sophia was surprised how difficult it was and had to pull out for her stream to start. She had been holding it in for the whole breakfast not wanting to interrupt the group. So she gushed on Mark while penetrating herself on him. Again she found it impossible to continue her flow and had to unplug. Sophia became worried that Mark may regret his request and her poor performance. Nothing was farther from the truth. At that moment, he loved her more than he loved Mary for granting his wish. When he ejaculated in her warm shower, she realized how he felt for her. Sophia and Mark washed each other as some watched with curiosity. He would not have them treat her so cruelly any more. So he rang the "Importance Bell" and everyone came running. Still nude while holding Sophia's hand he declared that she was a new member of the group and so she would receive her Welcoming Ritual. Forgetting their past differences they all wrapped their arms around her. They were a tightly wound ball that smothered her until it was difficult to breath. Overcome, her eyes teared up and she stood defeated by her paroxysm of shaking. They introduced themselves as if they were strangers. When it was all done, they wanted to know what had happened with Mark. She was all too happy to show them the new game. Only a week later, the farm was in a state of disrepair, but finally, they had their long awaited good news. Melanie, the shy 14 year old brunette that never spoke, was starting to show. She instinctively knew what her body was telling her, she was pregnant. Her status in the group changed overnight. She went from social obscurity to elite. Some were already calling her Goddess and praising her with accolades. All the boys claimed the title of God. Since all the boys had played with Melanie, there was no way to tell who the father was. The games had relatively cooled down and everyone, including Mary, had declared victory. Unfortunately, almost as quickly as it had unfolded, the mother-to-be had a miscarriage. Melanie was inconsolable but the group was emotionally devastated. No one even considered that nature could be so cruel and indifferent to their passionate efforts. After the burial, they unofficially put a hold on the "Olympics" and it never restarted. Some years had passed and each new miscarriage reinforced their worst fears. They had sobered up and their future had become bleak again. Mark and Mary were at a loss about how to give the group purpose again. It was not surprising when, one night, Mark heard whispered footsteps and then the School Bus engine start. Then, just like that, they stole away into the night. He already knew his group had fractured and now they wanted to move on. He didn't care about the bus or even if they took everything, none of it had any value except his beloved cousins. He wished he could go and say goodbye instead of pretending to sleep, but he didn't want to interfere with their anger, fear and determination. They would need it, and perhaps much more. He had to let them go. Mary was also pretending to sleep, he could tell by the tear that rolled down her cheek. The next morning he was glad that he still had Mary and that the twins, Joy and Hope, had stayed along with their husband Noah. He was surprised that Isabella, their first child, had left. Being their first, she had a special place in his heart. With no effort, the farm got back to working order but it was little consolation as they felt as empty as they ever had. It was perhaps worse, as that they had experienced a full heart. It was now Joy's turn, she was starting to show a lump in her belly. Well used to the deception, no one cheered for her or called her "Goddess". Her twin, Hope, was neither jealous, nor envious, and instead walked on eggshells awaiting her fate. However, the expected never came. After a torturous 9 months, a living healthy baby was born. She called her miracle "Maxine". Everyone wanted to touch the baby as if they could be healed by her. The group pushed their mattresses together again like the olden days and they slept in a circle around the new crying member. THE END. This story was written by Markus (penname). I would love to hear what you think about the story and also some constructive feedback. Please be gentle, it is my first published story. You can email me at zaqwedcxz@protonmail.com 4,927 Words
Click zaqwedcxz@protonmail.com if you would like to comment on this story Please help to support ASSTR by making a donation HERE |