Apocalypse Eden

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Chapter 1


“So what happens now, Mr McGregor?” Maria questioned with a wicked grin. She sipped from a glass of red wine, looking Leon in the eyes, until he couldn’t help but laugh.


“I don’t know, Maria. Maybe we go back upstairs for the rest of the day.” Leon smirked back, all thought of their earlier argument temporarily put to the back of his mind.


“Why, Mr McGregor, I do believe you’re being rather forward.”


“That’s why I love you, Maria, you’re …”


“What was that, Leon?” Maria questioned, she could barely hide the satisfaction, and the surprise that was obvious in her expression.


“I believe he just said he loved you, Mistress Giovanni.” John laughed from behind the bar.


“I …”


“I’ve got a witness, Leon, you can’t deny it.”


“Alright, god dammit, I said it, Maria, and I’m not sorry, but this isn’t the place for this.” Leon protested helplessly as Maria was tempted to laugh at his hopeless attempt to try and change the subject.


“Don’t mind me, Mr McGregor.” John answered as he walked to the other end of the bar to serve the customers coming in for the morning rush.


Maria took Leon’s hand in hers, come on then, I think we’ve got something to talk about, don’t you Leon.” She stood pulling on his hand slightly.


Leon studied the raven haired woman, her jet black straight hair reaching her waist. The tribal tattoos around her eyes and cheeks, down those well toned and muscled arms. He couldn’t help but be drawn to her slightly heaving bosom.


“I’m here, Leon.” Maria remarked as he perhaps looked slightly longer than was comforting in a bar quickly filling up with people, even here she drew attention easily, and Leon wouldn’t be the only one admiring Maria Giovanni.


Leon knew better than to make a public display in Maria’s own place, he sometimes wished she didn’t always have to play the hard faced bitch in public. But he also knew she wouldn’t survive long in this place if she came across as weak or vulnerable. He accepted her life here grudgingly, but what else could he do when he was here at her invitation.


“If he ain’t interested, lass, I’ll be glad for you to …” A voice came from behind Maria. She felt a hand brush her buttocks, before anyone else could react, including an incensed Leon, Maria had turned to the group of laughing men behind her and lashed out with an open palmed strike that instantly broke the offending man’s nose. He yelled in pain and staggered backwards, only held up by two of his companions grabbing him before he fell to the floor in agony.


All attention was suddenly on the scene, several of the men went for their guns only to find themselves looking down the barrels of two laser pistols.


“We didn’t mean any harm, Miss Giovanni.” One of the men quickly blurted out, the laughter suddenly replaced by four very worried looking faces. Leon simply looked on, as did the security, they were ready to intervene if they had to, but no one wanted to disturb Maria unless it was necessary.


“You didn’t mean any harm; I don’t know what you’re used to in your mud hut villages. But here in Chicago, I take it as a degrading insult. Perhaps if you, men …, are so quick to judge me as some common tavern whore, then you’ll be only to happy to step into the pit.”

“The pit?”


“The pit, surely you’ve heard of them, we have one here in the basement. It’s how a lot of people who come in here resolve their differences, and we seem to be odds about you’re acceptable behaviour towards me.”


“We’re not looking for any trouble, Miss Giovanni, perhaps we should just leave.” The largest of the four men said. The slight hint of disgust in his voice, that he was having to apologise to this ‘slut’, was almost more than he could bear.


“Leave, now, before I change my mind, and take that thing with you.” Maria gestured to the semi conscious man she had hit.


Leon wasn’t about to interfere, but it didn’t mean he wasn’t incensed by the men’s actions, he stood next to Maria as they carried their friend from the bar. At almost six and half feet he towered over the men, in both height and build. He almost wished they had taken up the offer of the pit, but pathetic fools like these men were not the kind who risked their lives in pit fights, more likely they’d strike from behind, a knife in the back from the shadows, the thought struck him that one day they might be back to take revenge.


Maria turned back to Leon, “Thank you.”


“For what, I stood and watched, I know better than to interfere in your business.” Leon said with a hint of frustration.


“Exactly, I can take care of myself. I don’t need someone who wants to protect the helpless little woman.”


“Helpless? Are you kidding, Maria. But don’t think I’ll stand and watch some piece of trash …”


“Forget it, Leon. What do you think happens every day in this place? I’ve kept a hold of this place because I’m prepared to go to any lengths to ensure I stay on top. Scum like that are just an every day occurrence around here.” Maria interrupted, seemingly dismissing the danger she could have faced.


Leon decided she was far too dismissive of the dangers she faced here. He couldn’t tell her, she’d resent any kind of suggestion that she couldn’t cope, but that wasn’t what he meant.


“Mistress Giovanni.” Both of them turned to see one of her enforcers, Ivan, standing patiently beside them.


“Yes Ivan.”

“Would you like them taken care of?” He asked routinely, as though he would have simply walked into the street and executed them on the spot.


“Let them go, but if they ever return, I want them taken downstairs.”


“As you wish, Mistress Giovanni.” He replied but continued to face them.


“Is there anything else, Ivan?” Maria questioned, slightly impatiently.


“Morgan is waiting in back with a group of slaves they’ve picked up. He thought you might want to take a look; there are some real good lookers. He thought you might want them for the casino.”


“Alright, Ivan, I’ll be there in a minute.”


“I’ll tell him to wait.” Ivan replied then walked away into the rear of the bar, disappearing from sight moments later.


“I know that look, Leon. Don’t start again, I’ll be back later, sit here and have another drink, I shouldn’t be more than half an hour, and then we can go and discuss what we were talking about before we were rudely interrupted.”


Leon sat back down, the look of disappointment plain to see in his expression. Maria wasn’t certain whether it was because he wanted her to himself or because of the mention of slaves. He took a long gulp of whisky and turned back to Maria,


“I guess I’ll see you later.” Maria leant forward and brushed his cheek with her lips, even that was more than he had expected.


Moments later Maria was stood looking at a group of unwashed, indeed filthy looking slaves, some of whom wept openly at their current predicament. She looked over at the heavily scarred man stood at the head of six slavers, the four men and three women held their weapons openly, displaying their intent to use them should they have to, all for the attention of the slaves they had rounded up.


The group of twenty two slaves were mostly young, perhaps between the ages of sixteen and thirty. She walked up and down the line looking them up and down, fourteen young women and eight men. They were undoubtedly better looking specimens than some of Morgan’s acquisitions as of late. Maria walked behind them, examining them like livestock, almost as if they were little more than trade goods, which in fact was probably all they could ever be thought of, such was the life of slaves.


Maria stopped behind one young woman, perhaps in her late teens or early twenties, the woman was Kayla, a twenty year old tribal from the Reynolds clan, one of the northern tribes. She had been caught by Morgan’s slavers while out in the fields, while she hadn’t been mistreated; the experience had taken its toll. Maria ran her hand through the woman’s long blonde hair, she ran her hand down the woman’s back, stopping at her buttocks.


She turned her to face her, so that she was facing away from the group of slavers. She took a hold of the straps on each side of the woman’s top and pulled them down to reveal the woman’s dirty but naked body. Her breasts were small but firm, she was lean but well toned, no doubt working the fields of her tribe. Maria leaned forward, looking the woman in eyes, the woman’s terrified expression was something she had seen a thousand or more times before and by now was simply a part of the unsavoury business in which she found herself.


Maria ran her hands down the woman’s body, perhaps hoping for a reaction. Kayla closed her eyes, tears rolling down her cheek, Maria stopped at her waist, sparing her the indignity of being ogled while Maria examined her thoroughly. She walked away leaving Kayla shaking on the spot, she moved to the next and then next, examining them as she had done to Kayla.


When she came to a youth of about eighteen years, he smiled after seeing what she had done; she stopped in front of him, dropped his trousers to the floor and examined him more closely than she had the others. He seemed to enjoy her ever touch and there was little doubt he was getting off on the whole process. Maria smiled at him and to his disappointment moved on to the next.


Twenty minutes later she had found the ones she wanted, six of the woman and two of the men, the others looked despondent at being rejected and seemed worried at what that would mean for them.


“And the others, Maria, what about them.”


“They’re your problem, Morgan.”


“Great, just fucking great, Maria. That means we’ve got to traipse around Chicago looking for a fucking buyer. What the fucks wrong with them, we know you like them pretty, so that’s what we fucking brought for you.”


“I’ll give you eighteen hundred dollars for the lot.”


“Eighteen hundred, are you fucking kidding. They’re worth at least four and a half thousand, maybe five thousand.”


“Three thousand, and that’s my final offer.” Maria smirked, knowing they were worth a hell of a lot more than Morgan was asking.”


“You’re a fucking cheating bitch, Maria. Four thousand, and not a dollar less.”


“Done.”


“Done, ye’, I have been.”


“Stop complaining, Morgan, you wouldn’t get half that in the slave camps, and the other places around here don’t pay as much as I do, so stop bitching.”


“Ivan, get him the money, and drinks are free for the day Morgan. No trouble though, I know what you lunatics are like when you’ve had a belly full of whisky.”


“Well thanks very much, Maria, pleasure as always doing business with you.”


“And no more slaves for awhile; I don’t know what the hell I’m going to do with another twenty two slaves.”


“Fucking whore them out for all I care, we’re in it for the money, Maria.”


Morgan and the others walked into the bar, closely followed by Ivan and his security team.


“What’s going to happen to us, mistress?” The youth asked. His name was Ronan, a tribal who had been made outcast for getting a bit too friendly with the chieftain’s wife.


“You’ll work here, believe me, it’s a better life than a lot of the options that you would have faced had Morgan taken you out of here.


“Is it true, you’ll turn us into whores?” Kayla asked through streaming tears.


“I don’t know what I’m going to do with you yet, I was expecting to take quite so many of you, but better that than ending up in the slave camps, the guards don’t tend to ask your permission when they feel like a little company, at least here you’ll be paid. And besides, there’s other things you can do.”


Maria looked across to Henrietta, the red haired woman was her second in command, at least as far as the slaves were concerned, she was a woman of thirty five, a hard woman who had begun her early life born into slavery and been given the opportunity by Maria after ten years of working in the casino.


“I’ll leave them with you Henrietta, take those two to my personal suite and get them cleaned up and dressed in something other than rags.” Maria said gesturing at Ronan and Kayla.


“Alright, Mistress Giovanni.” Henrietta replied and led the slaves up to the top floor where the slave quarters could be found. Several guards followed behind to ensure there was no trouble, not that any of them looked in much shape to cause any trouble.


Maria wandered back into the bar and sat down beside a troubled looking Leon.


“Come on; let’s go upstairs, I’ve got a surprise for you.”


“I don’t want any of your slaves, Maria.”


“You haven’t seen her yet.”


“Why can’t it just be the two of us, why …?”


Maria grabbed his hand and led him away, smiling as he seemed like he was going to protest but the words simply never left his mouth, as much as he wanted to, if this was the only chance for them to be ‘alone’, then he would take it.


Maria’s suite was large, perhaps thirty by thirty foot, the expense of decorating the place was obvious, for anyone to see. Much of the décor was old, antique, perhaps three or four hundred years old for some of the more expensive items. Around the room sat Milli and Rose conversing about their life in the city before coming to Chicago, they were speaking to the youth Maria had been with the day before, his name was Greg, a cocky and headstrong youth when not around his mistress, who made him nervous and unusually quiet.


The four young women were also still sat in the room, though not around the bed as they had been the day before. They were Freda, Steph, Lila, and Heather. They were Maria’s constant companions and rarely left the upper floor, they were extremely well dressed and all considerably attractive, she had chosen them for their beauty, and they served her needs willingly. They sat sipping wine, chatting and flirting with each other.


They seemed to be taking great interest in the naked youth stood next to the sunken bath in the corner of the room; he seemed to enjoy the attention. Ronan stood looking back at them; he was starting to think that perhaps this wasn’t going to be so bad after all. The large sunken bath took up a full ten by ten foot of the floor, often a relaxing day would be spent by Maria with her companions, after a hard day running the casino.


While Ronan had taken little time to disrobe, Kayla seemed more reluctant to make an exhibition of herself in a room full of people. Henrietta simply the tore the ragged dress from her body, leaving her standing there stunned and more than a little exposed. She covered herself the best she could, much to the delight of the giggling crowd of young women and the two youths present.


“Get in.” Henrietta ordered Ronan and Kayla.


Ronan stepped into the water without comment, the water reaching up to the youths waist, he sat down until only his neck was above the water. Henrietta dropped her own dress to the floor revealing a slightly scarred body and a well toned and tanned athletic figure. Leon couldn’t help but be drawn to her large rounded and firm breasts, his eyes travelling down to the red hair between her legs. She smiled back at him and gestured for him to undress and join her. She took hold of the reluctant Kayla’s hand and led her into the bath.


Maria walked across to the bed and lay back, sitting up against the pillows and taking in the sight before her. Leon was tempted to take Henrietta up on her offer, the woman was certainly attractive, and he had little more than an excuse to say hello before today. He looked over at Maria and she simply nodded.


Leon walked over to the bath, looked at the youth and decided against it. To say he was homophobic was a slight understatement, the thought of sharing a bath with another man was something he just couldn’t accept, even if there was no contact.


His actions brought a laugh from just about everyone in the room, all except Kayla, who seemed the only one who wasn’t enjoying the spectacle.


Henrietta turned to face him, her long red hair flowing over her shoulders, she turned back and gestured to Ronan. He moved up behind her, immediately pressing himself into her back, his hands reaching around to cup her breasts. Leon simply stared at them, Henrietta looked over at Kayla and then back at Leon, she simply said “Join us.”


Leon looked at the young woman, the terrified expression on her face and knew in that moment that if either of the two youths touched her without her consent he would put a bullet in their head, no matter what Maria or anyone else would do afterwards. He reached into the, held out his hand. Kayla seemed reluctant to take it but didn’t want to be in the bath with the woman and Ronan. She took his hand and allowed herself to be lifted out of the bath; he walked over to a large towel and wrapped it around her shoulders. He turned back to Maria who was studying him with interest, ‘he was ever the gentleman’ she thought, not that she had much to compare him to in such a place.


“I want her, Maria.”


“What do you mean you want her, then take her, she’s stood right in front of you.”


“That’s not what I mean, I want her, I’ll buy her from you.”


“You’ll buy her; I’ll give her to you as a present if you want her that badly.”


The woman looked worried again; she didn’t much like the idea of being traded between masters, especially this rough looking giant, god only knows what depravities he would inflict upon her; at least that was her way of thinking.


“I accept.”


“I’ll keep her ownership papers though.”


“I wasn’t planning on running off with her, Maria. I just don’t want her being used as a fucking fuck puppet by these fucking little bastards whenever they get the fucking urge.”


“So out of a city of over twenty million people, the valiant Leon pulls one chosen young woman from the grasp of her oppressive owner and her wicked minions. When are you going to save the millions of other slaves, Leon? There’s a lot worse off than her.”


“Can I have her or not?”


“Of course, if it means that much to you.” Maria replied, her mind suddenly on the young woman.


Leon looked down as Ronan moved a hand down between Henrietta’s legs, a finger entering her. Kayla looked at them and then quickly looked away shocked, she didn’t know what to expect from her new owner, but the first chance she got she was going to try and escape, that was already decided.


“Come here, girl.” Maria said wickedly, she stared at the young woman and smiled, gesturing for her to walk over to the bed, even holding out her hand.


Kayla looked up, looked at Leon and then walked slowly forward until she stood at the side of the bed. Maria simply leaned to the side of the bed, took the towel in her hand and pulled it down, Kayla struggled slightly but knew it would be little use in resisting the woman. Leon looked at them, suspecting what would come next, he wanted to spare the young woman, spare her whatever Maria might have in store for her, but knew it wouldn’t help.


He studied Maria for a moment and knew what she was capable of, he was suddenly drawn to Henrietta as the woman gasped, the youths hand moving between her legs.


“Get out, now.” Leon said, staring at the youth, the look in his eyes was intense, as though he wanted to rip his head from his shoulders.


“Wait, Leon, what are you doing?” Maria questioned.


“Get the fuck out of there before I drag you out.” Leon told the startled youth.


Henrietta looked up into the man’s eyes, she had seen that look often enough, he wasn’t about to try and save her, her wanted her, perhaps more than any man she had ever seen. If she was honest she would gladly change the youth for him, or both of them, it made a change for her to be getting the attention instead of Maria.


Leon reached down and pulled the screaming youth out by the hair, throwing him to one side, “Find yourself someone else, boy.”


Ronan grabbed for a towel, shamed and suddenly feeling very vulnerable, Maria considered gesturing for him to come over to the bed, but thought better of it, considering the mood Leon seemed to be in. She had to admit she had never seen him like this before, and wondered just what was going on in his head.


Leon stripped down to his waist, his muscled body proudly displaying the mosaic of tribal tattoos that covered his entire upper body. He took off his boots and then his trousers, dropping his underwear to the floor before climbing into the bath. Ronan looked on with anger in his eyes, although he felt fear despite his brief show of bravado.


Maria took hold of Kayla’s hand and gestured for her to sit in front of her. Maria remained dressed, tight black leather trousers, knee high boots and a tight black top that did little to hide her breasts. Maria wrapped her arms around the girls waist from behind, Kayla felt extremely naked in that moment, there was little to cover her from the advances of her mistress. Maria simply held onto her, watching as Leon turned Henrietta to face him, the pang of jealously immediately hitting her as Leon pulled her to him his lips on hers, his arm around her waist his other moving to cup her breast.


Kayla turned her head, trying to look away from the scene before her, only to have her head turned back, “Look at your master, girl.” Maria said, wishing it was her in the bath, and not Henrietta, but that was often how she felt, whenever she had set Leon up with other women for her entertainment.


Leon picked Henrietta up so that her legs were wrapped tightly around his waist, he pushed slowly into her, she gasped and held onto him, her arms tightening around his shoulders. She bit feverishly into his neck, moving quickly to his lips, taking his tongue hungrily into her mouth.


All around the room watched with interest, the chatter suddenly stopped, if Maria had ordered it they would all join them, but that wasn’t what Maria wanted to see at the moment. She held the trembling young woman to her, Maria’s breasts pressed tightly into her back. Maria lay back against the pillows, pulling Kayla back as she did so. Kayla had little choice other than to allow the woman to pull her back. Kayla felt Maria’s mouth on her neck, her tongue drawing a line along her soft skin. She was too scared to take any kind of pleasure from the act, but it did little to dissuade Maria from carrying on, she was interested in her own pleasure, not that of her slaves. Maria’s eyes were still firmly on Leon and Henrietta, she looked into Henrietta’s eyes, she was facing Marin now, her hands holding onto the side of the bath, Leon stood behind her, one arm around her waist the other massaging her breasts. Maria couldn’t help but see the satisfaction, the lust in both of them, that wasn’t really what she had hoped for. Henrietta would take too much pleasure from the act, she wanted it to be the girl. Maria often wondered if she didn’t take a little too much sadistic pleasure from slaves who were too unwilling, in her opinion.


Her hands found Kayla’s small but firm breasts, she took the girl’s nipples between her fingers. Kayla couldn’t help herself, gasping as Maria helped herself to her body. When Maria parted her legs, Kayla tried to turn with the intention of begging her to stop, but Maria was in little mood for the protestations of her slave. Kayla cried out as she felt herself parted, she wanted to hide away from them all, away from these vile and disgusting people, but where could she go now, she was just a slave in a city of slaves.


Maria pushed her forward slightly and Kayla turned to see her lift her own top up over her head, revealing her breasts and erect nipples. Maria turned, throwing her blouse on the floor, “Take them off.” She gestured to her boots, Kayla helped her unzip the knee high boots, placing them on the floor, and then helped her out of the leather trousers. Only her underwear remained. Kayla was on all floors facing Maria, Maria took her hand and placed it between her own legs. Kayla had given up on any idea of getting out of this, ‘at least she wasn’t in the bath’ she thought to herself, trying to look on the good side of a bad situation.


Henrietta’s head arched back, her breathing quickened, Leon found his rhythm behind her, she cried out as he quickened. Kayla found herself looking down at Maria, who was now directly under her, Maria removed the last of clothing, leaving Kayla staring down at her naked body. Kayla soon found herself on her back, her wrists and ankles tied to the bedposts, much to her embarrassment and shear horror. The others around the room simply laughed, even her saviour from only moments earlier didn’t seem to want to disturb his own sordid little encounter with the red haired woman.


“She’s waiting for you, Leon.” Maria said. She had moved to the girl’s side, her hand stroking down her body, occasionally stopping to wipe away her tears.


Leon seemed to show little interest, much to Maria’s anger and frustration. He was spending far too much time with Henrietta for her liking. “If you don’t want her Leon, I’ll have her myself.”


Leon looked at them with a hunger the likes of which Maria had never seen in him, “I can’t Maria, it wouldn’t be right.” Leon protested, it was difficult for him to hide his true lust for both Maria and the young woman and the sight before him, but he wouldn’t take advantage, not like this.