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..."
