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Containment (Animated Illustrations)
« on: April 24, 2020, 12:48:27 AM »
Warning!    You must be 18 or over to read these stories of rape and non consensual sex.  All characters in this story are over 18.  If you do not like such stories, please turn back. I don't promote rape or non-consent sex. This is only a story, fiction, if you do not understand the difference between reality and fantasy, read no more. Rape is a heinous crime and the penalty is many years in prison. Anyone who commits rape are despised everywhere. But fantasies are all right so long as no one is hurt.

Contagion (m+/f, viol, rp)

Year 2031

"The United States government has issued pandemic order 33.  All citizens are required to stay in their homes effective immediately.  Those persons found in non-compliance are subject to penalty including fines and incarceration... The United States government has issued pandemic order 33..."

It was repeated, that same order, over every frequency and band.  The crackle of the broadcast with that same disembodied voice blanketed the same eeriness across every town in America.  From metropolitans, all the way down to one street main street, everything was nearly empty, enveloped in silence.

Everything except for the boots of patrols.

After flattening the curve, the rush to restart the economy was undeniable.  The ground swell of optimism rushed ultimately to foolhardy confidence.  People came out in droves, fueled by the stir crazing isolation, feeling this sense of invincibility.

It all changed when the second wave hit. 

The rest of the healthy population, nearly 80%, became more lax with the new rules of distancing.  The expert warnings had no effect with the new found socialization and the fatigue of pre-caution.  The virus didn't wait, exponential infection rates were even worse the second time around.

Systems were quickly overwhelmed.  First responders were in disarray.  With basic order crumbling, the 25th amendment was enacted.

Chaos.
Riots.
Famine.
Death.

What was left of the patchwork federal government, instituted a country wide martial law in a final last gasp for society.  They needed to get everyone back inside or else it was the end of civilization as they knew it.  But numerous pockets still resisted in the name of freedom. 

It wasn't supposed to be like this.  This patriotic sense of duty conditioned her to think of the impending conflicts in the Crimea or South China Sea.  Who would have thought in a million years that she'd be hunting down fellow Americans??

Unfortunately, she was part of the minority in the forces that had the antibody.  They immediately put her and like-immuned soldiers to training.  She scored high in sniper accuracy, and second in scouting skill.  The usual scout was injured on the drop, so she took point tonight.

The alleyway was especially darker than she'd ever imagined.  Even at this hour, usually you'd hear the din of city revelers, clubbers, drunken partygoers... Instead, the sound of silence even masked the wisps of debris floating in the wind.  The stench was even worse now, with basic sanitary services on hold.



She sidled down the brick lined wall, movement negotiating the uneven crumbling asphalt.  She quickly peered around the corner, night vision goggles picking up nothing.

"Acala, the cupboard is bare" she whispered in the comm.

"Roger that, fall back to big bird, order alpha execute omaha."

"Copy that, execute omaha, covergirl out"

She backtracked down the same alleyway, using the blanket of dark shadow to remain out of sight.  The dangers of scouting precipitated the use of cover, in any form that could be found.  In the midst of crumbling services, the paucity of lighting provided both fear and comfort.

Halfway down the alley, the back door to a bar suddenly swung open.

Both parties had the natural pause of surprise, before a struggle ensued.

The sudden light from the doorway momentarily blinded her goggles.  The brute took the momentary advantage, diving down the small stairway, swinging at her form, knocking the gun, goggles, and comm unit from her body.  However, her military training bordered on instinctual, suppressing his advantages.  With a final kick, the man was knocked backwards, temporarily stunned.

In the darkness, she looked to the ground.  Where was that damn radio?  Beyond the fallen man, two more figures appeared, assault rifles drawn.  She dove from the doorway, bullets whizzing, crackling against the far brick wall.  Scrambling to her feet, she managed to pull off her sniper rifle off her back, getting a few frantic shots off.

The rifle was too long and unwieldy to aim on the run, but directionally it was enough to keep her pursuers pinned at the door.  The momentary cover allowed escape through the alleyway into the streets.

She didn't like this at all.  There was way too much exposure out here.  Most of the buildings were multistory, offering strategic vantage points to her position.  She ran faster, ducking into another alleyway, hating the foreboding darkness.  The dumpster offered temporary reprieve, but for how long?  Her eyes blinked, fearing shadows out of every corner.  Her brain was trained for the hazy green glow of night vision.  Using her natural eyesight almost felt like being naked.

The rising volume of frantic voices approached, cueing her to leave.  But where?  The alley was unfamiliar, choosing a direction before getting knocked down herself.



"Freeze gubment bitch!!!"

Soon the alleyway was filled with militia men.  Their uniforms were shoddy but the weapons were definitely not.  They'd built an arsenal for a long time, even prior to the pandemic.

"Well lookie here!  We got ourselves rekkie, a purty one too, you reckon?"

They pulled her on her feet, the mob of them, slamming her face first on the stone wall.

"Owww!"

"Make sure she ain't armed no more!"

One of the men stepped close behind, patting through her thick uniform starting from the shoulders.  He smirked, running his filthy hands down the front of her torso, copping a feel of her chest that filled out her flak jacket.  Continuing onward, down her flanks, around her slim waist, and crouching down to molest each tapered leg. 

He pulled a flashlight, shining it upwards to make sure he didn't miss a thing.



"Whoo!!  Can't wait to get a piece of that!"

Reaching upward, she hissed and flinched, as fingers probed between her legs.

The men crowded closer until the leader stepped in.

"All right now, break it up, I know big boss man is gunna wanna see this..."


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Re: Containment (Animated Illustrations)
« Reply #1 on: April 24, 2020, 04:40:47 AM »
YK, looks like another one of your classics. A great story with awesome pics.

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Re: Containment (Animated Illustrations)
« Reply #2 on: April 24, 2020, 04:53:11 AM »
What a start! Wow! Deep very much on the topic in hand.
Even has great dialogue in the believable accent of the militias we are reading about
Amazing art work and can only watch with awe at what you have in store for us with this one
Accept my merit and order 33 was well received....

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Re: Containment (Animated Illustrations)
« Reply #3 on: April 24, 2020, 06:56:20 AM »
so realistic .. and probably not as far in the future than we would hope. excellent beginning .. and a merit from me too
my fantasies may be crazy .. but i would never want this to happen to me .. or anyone .. in real life

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Re: Containment (Animated Illustrations)
« Reply #4 on: April 24, 2020, 02:26:34 PM »
Nice to see you back into writing

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Re: Containment (Animated Illustrations)
« Reply #5 on: April 24, 2020, 07:23:27 PM »
2031 or 2021? Are we finding out the TheYellowKnight is a prophet of things to come. Beautiful flow of tension, very realistic description of the surroundings. Of course the high quality art work that makes the rest of us envious (Well except Kylie!  ;) ) Merit  from me and hoping the next installment isn't too long so the gubment bitch does catch us out waiting for it!

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Re: Containment (Animated Illustrations)
« Reply #6 on: April 25, 2020, 04:27:03 AM »
I can't wait for the next chapter.

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Re: Containment (Animated Illustrations)
« Reply #7 on: April 25, 2020, 07:11:10 AM »
Excellent start and brilliant animations, looking forward to the next instalment.

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Re: Containment (Animated Illustrations)
« Reply #8 on: April 25, 2020, 09:05:07 AM »
Looks like another good one in the making.
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Re: Containment (Animated Illustrations)
« Reply #9 on: April 25, 2020, 03:01:30 PM »
The Reverend reviewed his plan to open all the businesses in town.  With the local government all but disbanded, he had the constituents to become de facto mayor, sheriff, and warden.  With society on the brink, he appointed himself judge, jury, and executioner in the name of God.

After finishing up his executive order, he soon got the summons to the county jail.

"At this hour?  This better be good!"  He hung up the phone with a slow creepy smile.

On the ride over, he silently prayed.

"Oh Lord, give me the strength to carry out your wishes.  I know this plague was a sign from you, and we ARE paying attention now..."

The jail compound loomed dark in the night.  Beyond the barbed wire fences, only a smattering of lights illuminated the concrete structure.  The former Governor released most of the prison population on the grounds of health safety.  Then the ensuing riots and sick leaves from the guards led to break out.  The first thing he did was reinstate the prison, to ensure his brand of persecution was enforced.

"And what do we have here??"

"Federal rekkie slime!  We caught her spying on the town, no doubt trying to track us!"  The Reverend's Colonel stood at attention, trying his best to portend a military style.  She looked appalled, eyeing that portly gut and cigarette hanging from his mouth.

"And who might you be?"

"Covergirl, Lieutenant, 24601"

"Oh dear!  Possible government intervention.  *tsk tsk* Very serious charges.  We'll let the Lord be the judge of that."

With a flick of his head, the men grabbed her from the chair and dragged in towards the doorway.  Down the corridor led to an expansive prison shower room.

The walls were grimy, adorned with snaking rusty plumbing.  She was pushed in a clear spot against the aging porcelain, underneath spigots.  The men assembled in a crescent pattern as the Reverend raised his arms in preacher fashion.

"Let us cleanse not of disease but of government overreach!  Now strip yourself!"



"What?!?  I WILL not!"

The Colonel was not a man of patience.  He quickly strode over and delivered a quick punch to her gut, doubling her over.  She coughed and sputtered, down on one knee.

"It is late, and I really must be getting rest before Sunday services.  I suggest you comply with a man of God, or else!"

Soon, she began to stare down the barrels of rifles aimed at her.  She knew from briefings that these maniacs were not to be taken lightly.  Gulping, her cheeks reddened in the sudden gravity of what was to befall.  Her fingers could barely undo the buckles and zippers of her elaborate uniform.



"Come on, bra off now!  Let's see the gifts God bestowed you with!

There was really no dignified way of doing any of this.  She blushed hard, feeling the chilly jail air flash across her chest.  The exposure across more and more of her skin augmented the helpless sense of vulnerability.  She regretted looking at the men, seeing their lustful stares and licking lips.



She yelped as the water was turned on, drenching her with the stinging cold of spray.  Shivering, hands tried in vain to cover herself to the amusement of every witness.  The water suddenly was shut off on command, as the Reverend stepped forth.

"Let the hands of the Lord wash over you!  Hands behind your head NOW!"

He lathered his hands with the bar soap, then lathered them over her.  The smooth slickness of her skin trembled upon his touch, as every inch of torso was washed.  He paid particular attention to each breast, wiping, kneading, as they were cleaned ten times over.  The density and volume of each bulbous tit excited him.  He palmed them underneath, admiring how they seemingly defeated gravity.



"Turn around, hands against the wall," he whispered in her ear.

She had no choice but to comply, as hands again ran over her flesh.  He pressed her against the wall, knowing how her cleavage was wrapped around the cold metal pipe.  A delightful glimpse of the side of tits came into view, as they mashed against the hard tile.  Filthy hands washed in circular motion her firm cheeks, shining them before soapy fingers probed her nether regions.  She shrieked and squirmed delightfully to his ministrations. 



"Yes... yes... immaculate, pure and immaculate now.  Now the Lord deems you worthy of proceeding with your trial..."
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Re: Containment (Animated Illustrations)
« Reply #10 on: April 25, 2020, 04:39:46 PM »
wow .. a religious psycho .. now this is getting worse and worse for the poor girl .. and for us readers better and better. another merit from me
my fantasies may be crazy .. but i would never want this to happen to me .. or anyone .. in real life

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Re: Containment (Animated Illustrations)
« Reply #11 on: April 25, 2020, 06:56:54 PM »
Why do all religious nuts make women wash before being put on trial? No where in the bible does it say that women are dirty! Can't wait for her trial to start! merit from me when 24 has passed!

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Re: Containment (Animated Illustrations)
« Reply #12 on: April 26, 2020, 06:36:05 PM »
Deep within the bowels of the prison compound, a windowless room stood out among others.



"Apologies, my dear, for the filthiness.  Colonel, when do you reckon we last cleaned that thing?"

"Hard to say, sir.  Perhaps when we interrogated that mayor, he was quite the snowflake..."

"Ah!  Yes... well the government cannot accuse of discrimination here.  As you can see, this chair IS gender agnostic..."

Two men dragged their captive to the wooden chair, forcing her down on that awful thing. She squealed at the sudden dry penetration.  Despite the smooth steel, there was enough friction to burn as it parted her obscenely wide.  They expertly bound her ankles and wrists, effectively restraining her helplessly into this apparatus.  Eventually they disappeared back into the crowd of men, that had assembled to witness further humiliation.  The Reverend then addressed all.

"We must question like in Jeremiah 16:10, wherefore hath the Lord devised all this great plague for us?  What is the offense and sin that we have done against the LORD our God?"

The Reverend circled around her and the chair, like a shark sizing up it's prey.

"And the answer is, it is all a lie!  It is a hoax!  Devised by the powers to suppress us, the messengers!"

"AMEN!!  YEAHHHH," they cheered in unison.

"We must defend ourselves and our rights!  We must protect ourselves in the name of the Lord!!"

The Reverend stopped circling, stepping in front of her and looking down.  She was clearly unnerved by this display and the fervor of the cult standing behind him.

"Now... tell me, how close are they to finding us?"

"Covergirl, Lieutenant, 24601, Covergirl, Lieutenant, 24601..."

He spun around and laughed.

"Behold!  Revelation 14:11, there is no rest day or night for those who worship the beast and its image or for anyone who receives the mark of its name!"

He crouched aside, standing near her ear.

"and the smoke from their torture goes up forever and ever...," with nary a whisper.

Reaching out with one hand, the Colonel handed over a box attached to a thick wire that snacked towards a device in the corner.  With a flick of a switch, the dial at it's first setting, the unit began to hum.  The two thinner tracked towards the bottom of the chair.

*GASP*

She flinched at the first unnerving sensation that emanated internally.  To her dismay, it was a subtle buzz that actually felt pleasurable.  But then he turned the dial...



The thing inside came very much alive, as this exponential surge took over her body.  The room seemed to illuminate in her vision and her torso trembled violently like an internal earthquake.  Despite her body being convulsively thrown about, her tenderized vaginal tract valiantly stayed centered around the immovable metal spike.

He continued to question her, getting the same useless mantras and headshakes.  Over and over, he pushed the switched, watching her sweat soaked body writhe in sinuous ways.  The men felt it too, seeing that toned frame dance and bulbous tits flop seductively.  The perspiration on her skin further highlighted every sexy curve on her body.

She was trained to endure this, and he knew she would not be broken easily.  Luckily, the Reverend was patient, as he enjoyed the process as much as the result.  They undid her bindings, and he pulled her up viciously by the hair, relinquishing her impalement.  He leered sadistically, reaching over to coat his fingers with her secretions that she left slathered around the shaft.  Faces inches apart, he reviled her mortified eyes, as he tasted fingers to his lips. 

"Job 6:30, is there in my tongue perverseness? Discerneth not my palate desirable things?"
 
His evil smirk widened as those same fingers traced her lower lip, before inserting and lathering her very own juices upon her tongue.

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Re: Containment (Animated Illustrations)
« Reply #13 on: April 26, 2020, 06:52:05 PM »
Superb work YK. The story and the artwork are top notch.

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Re: Containment (Animated Illustrations)
« Reply #14 on: April 26, 2020, 06:54:02 PM »
CLASSIC Yellowknight! Such imagery! And this Reverend is such an evil prick, I already hate him! I eagerly await more.
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