The Warwick Factor (closed)

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It has been some incredible twist of fate – rather a great act of sweet serendipity, that I am in the position I am in now, at this time in our history. Nature has been most kind to me and my needs, as accidental as we both are. They will now allow me anything. I am to them their greatest hope. I am to them their savior.
JH.


In 2023, in response to increasing government intrusions into privacy through partnership with the Information Industry, the right-wing extremist group, Americans for the Protection of Privacy, was formed. The group misused the growing desire for a return to privacy to advance their real agenda: separation from the Union. In their minds, the government had started becoming socialistic, repressive and too powerful ever since President Barack Obama’s election. Initially joined by only a few extreme members of the Tea Party, within a few years the group’s membership had grown considerably and several wealthy businessmen had also come on board. In 2033, one of these businessmen – actually a businesswoman – the head of LabCor Technologies, proposed that the group had enough support throughout the country – over fifty thousand people by one estimate – to finally secede from the Union and form its own state in the western portion of Wyoming. They would have one primary defense against any Federal intervention: a virus that LabCor had engineered, that was communicable for only three iterations. It could be deployed via mines, rockets and grenades and had only the capability to infect a few people. Once the virus was in the host, it would “germinate”, cause the debilitating symptoms of severe diffuse muscle spasms, tearing and bleeding. Once the virus was exposed to the outside world as it migrated from one host to the other, part of it would be de-activated, so that by the time it reached the third host, it was no longer able to transmit. The virus had been tested on monkeys and it was time to make their move.

The western portion of Wyoming was mostly barren before the APP moved in and created their settlements. With the first wave of the national guard came the first deployment of the virus, known as the MK-54 virus. It was successful from the APP’s perspective: it inflicted casualties upon the enemy while not spreading to the rest of the general American public. After several days of fighting, the government called in the US Air Force, and bombarded the settlements. The APP’s project was finished, and the area was quarantined, the virus extinguished, with only a few samples taken back to CDC laboratories for study.

About six months later a new trend was noticed among medical professionals: a sudden increase in the use of infertility clinics on the West coast. This trend spread within a few months across the country, and doctors and others raised the alarm that their offices were filled with young women who were complaining that they were not being able to conceive. Testing at University Hospitals revealed that their eggs were being penetrated by sperm, but no cellular division was occurring. While scientists scratched their heads, the problem spread across the border to other countries. By 2036 it was estimated that fifty percent of the United States’ women had become sterile in this way. Similar high numbers were being arrived at throughout the world. Populations started declining rapidly, even in developing countries which had previously been notorious for lack of population control.

In 2037 the violence began. People were afraid. Men were afraid for their few fertile women, who were now often sought after by force by other men. The cities became hotbeds for violence and rape, forcing many to move out into rural areas. The U.S. government dispatched its own army throughout the country to keep the order as the police were completely overwhelmed. With the population in rapid decline, the cities emptying out, and the rural areas becoming populated with mini-colonies of small groups of people fending for themselves, the face of the country had completely changed.

Around this time a group of scientists in the North East were able to discover that the cause for all of this was a mutated version of the MK-54 virus, and that if a vaccine and cure could be found to treat this virus, perhaps the sterility could be overturned. However the milestone scientific news was overshadowed by the outpouring of rage among the masses when they realized that they were all suffering because of the misgivings of a group of right-wingers - the now eliminated APP. The masses took out their rage on anyone that had been known to profess, or professed, right-wing views.

Historians dubbed what happened next the Second Civil War. During this time the government poured its resources, time and military power into controlling violence throughout the country. Members of the military were not immune from taking sides, and battalions seceded from government command, turning their guns on the Federals whom they blamed for not keeping all of this in check to begin with.

The United States of America had been turned into a post-apocalyptic war zone. In time, individual states were replaced by multiple Regions, each run by a combination of defected military and prominent political and civilian leadership, each with its own rule of law aimed at preserving its own Region and solving with its own resources the problem of the mutated MK-54 virus, now dubbed the Warwick Factor, named after the scientist who had discovered the mutation as the cause for their declining population.

The largest of these Regions, the Patterson District, which spread across the entire West Coast and included the former states of California, Nevada, Arizona, Oregon and Washington, was the most well developed, and had its own very strict rules. It was an entire Region dedicated solely and completely to one thing: solving the Warwick Factor problem. And Machiavelli would have been proud by how they did so.

The Patterson District had become the home to most of the defected military in the country. For this reason, they had set up an extensively guarded Eastern border, protecting its inhabitants from marauders and troops from other regions from entering. In reality however the well-guarded borders also served to keep its inhabitants in. The governing body of the Patterson District was an amalgamation of military leadership and the upper echelon of the scientific community, mixed with some of the tech giants from Silicon Valley. Between the strength of the military, the brains of the science and the tech of the Valley, a system had been set up to solve the Warwick Factor. Screening would be offered throughout the District for all reproductive age women. Those who tested positive for the Factor would be offered to enter into any number of drug trials being carried out to investigate cures. Those who were negative, wouldn’t. The women who carried the Factor would have a chip implanted via hypodermic needle in the back of the hand for the purpose of the trial.

The District’s government guaranteed military protection for all its women – those who had tested positive and were attending trials, and those who were clean. And to this effect there were military stations and patrols set up throughout the region. Military abuse of women was punishable by death, and so happened rarely.

However the general population started noticing that fewer and fewer women who were tested clean were returning from testing sites. Buzz began about a black market that had developed around these testing sites: some women who had escaped had reported that upon being found clean of the Factor, they were held against their will and auctioned to the highest bidder. Once sold, they were chipped, marked as owned by the bidder, and left to his machinations. As the general fear of these reports spread, more women avoided testing centers. As a response to this, the government of the Patterson District mandated that all women must be tested, and then chipped as clean or positive, with all those who tested positive enrolled in a trial (as documented on their chip) and all clean women, officially, allowed to return to their homes – but chipped to keep track of their Factor status.

The public knew this was a farce, and this created wide-spread panic. Many women went into hiding, and as a result, the military patrols and check points were now used to check every woman they came across, in addition to searching out those who were unchipped.

It was in this milieu, this horrible time for humanity, that a scientist by the name of James Hunter was promoted to Lead Investigator of the scientific community of the Patterson District.
 
Michelle (or Shell as she was to her friends) Henderson had been abroad visiting family when the war began, so she'd been lucky to escape the initial war. Unbeknownst to her, when it came to the time, it would mean that she escaped unscathed from the virus as well. She'd long since been shipped home and was one of the many rebels who spent their time avoiding the patrols.

It wasn't so bad, leading a life as a rebel. She was part of a larger group, and theoretically that meant they all looked after each other. Patrols were sent out on a daily basis for food and water, and to scout for information. One day they hoped to overthrow the new Government, but for now it was speculation.

Shell was on an info gathering mission today. One of the few shops who was a sympathiser with the rebels had been providing food, water and intel for months. He was an older man, and of no threat to anyone, but they knew he was endangering himself - helping the rebels was punishable by death.

She stood hiding in his basement for him to finish serving his customer.
 
The old man behind the counter nodded towards Michelle, "Good morning young lady, I'll be right with you." He said in a steady voice as he finished handing change back to his customer.

The customer left the store, and as the old man turned to face Michelle there was a crack of glass breaking followed by blood splatter on the wall as the old man's head burst open from one side and his body slumped to the floor. The shuffling of a military unit was now clearly audible outside the store.

"We have the store surrounded!" A megaphone blared. "Step out with your hands above your head." Two jeeps, one with a mounted gun aimed at Michelle, stood outside the store. Several soldiers took positions around both Jeeps, using its doors and various edges for cover. "We have no need to harm you. It's in your best interest to come out without a fight young lady."
 
Damn! This wasn't supposed to happen! I was one of the younger members of the team, only trusted to intel gather from the likes of Old Dan, who lay slumped where he'd fallen. I had no way to defend myself.

I knew they wouldn't shoot, well, not with guns the way they had with Old Dan. They might shoot me with a tranquilliser, but not a bullet. I knew enough to know the rules on that too. I'd seen it happen once before.

I weighed my options up. I could hear the entrance to the basement being pulled apart below me.

"Don't shoot! I'm alone and unarmed. I'm coming out!" I replied.

Slowly I walked out of my hiding place, hands on my head and knelt down, I waited for them to come and check for my chip with one of their machines.
 
The soldiers came out from their cover with their rifles trained on Shell as she kneeled on the ground, her hands on her head, her eyes cast down. One of them took out a small black scanner, a flat non-descript device only half a centimeter thick, about the side of a cellphone.

"Give us your right hand," the soldier demanded, extending his hand and grabbing hold of her wrist as she provided her limb to him. Two of the soldiers surrounding her as she kneeled at their crotch level looked at each other and smirked, one made a slight thrusting motion with his hip towards her face as her hand was being scanned.

:BEEP BEEP BEEP:

"She's coming up unchipped," the solider said, looking up at some kind of high-ranking officer who had stayed seated in the passenger side of the Jeep.

"Check her again" was the order. One of the other soldiers in front of her put his one finger up to his mouth, indicating that she should be quiet, and with the other hand slowly unzipped his fly. He sick smile spread across his face. The others could obviously see this happening and a couple chuckled. The officer in the Jeep repirmanded them and they stood at attention, the one closing his fly immediately.

:BEEP BEEP BEEP:

"No Sir. She's unchipped."

The officer looked at this dirty, tattered little thing, somewhat emaciated - beneath her filth she was a woman however, and they needed to follow the protocol.

"Bind her and bring her in, she'll need to be tested and tagged."

"Sir! Yes, sir." The solider got her up, the others bringing their rifles up to bear again as they pushed her along to the back of the Jeep, tied her wrists behind her back with some rough rope and threw her into the back.

Surrounded by five soldiers with guns loaded, Shell was whisked away.
 
"What's your name then, honey?" the one who had opened his fly asked as he sat down beside me. "You may as well tell us - one way or another they WILL get it out of you at the centre - and I can assure you, telling us is the easier way". He kept his gun trained on me, even though there was no conceivable way I could escape.

I didn't reply. I knew at the Centre they would do their best to soften me up and get me to give the location of the rest of my group, and I was determined not to let them.

"You didn't need to kill Old Dan. I still would have come quietly" I replied, trying to steady myself. I was quite upset by what I'd just witnessed. I had seen rebels caught, yes, but never any brutality.
 
The soldier sitting across from Shell chimed in, "Hey Jack I don't think she's going to tell us her name."

Jack responded, "You're right, you're right - looks like she's going to be try and hold out." He suddenly smacked Shell on the side of the head with the butt of his gun, just enough to stun her, while the soldier who was sitting in front of her lurched forward with a knife in hand. With his left hand he pushed Shell's leg aside - she was wearing army fatigues herself - while Jack reached down and pulled down and held on to her right leg and arm - the solider on her other side holding herother arm. She struggled, but the three men completely overpowered her. The soldier with the knife carefully took it to the part of her pants right between her legs, and cut an opening right down the middle, leaving a five inch tear right in her crotch area.

The officer sitting in front noted this and barked at them again. "That's enough! Wait until we're inside the complex you dogs."

"Sir! Yes Sir!" they all returned as they immediately sat back in their seats, leaving her alone as if nothing had happened.


The soldier how had done the cutting looked at Shell, her anger seething from her eyes, and licked his lips as he raised his eyebrows. He blew her a kiss.

The Jeep turned into a large garage area that looked like it must have been the loading dock area at the back of a huge glass office building. The glass was tinted of course - blue - and so no one could see in. There were check points all around, and a lot of military personell walking about.

The Jeep came to a stop and they got Shell off, poking her in the back with the nozzle of a rifle.

On the right hand side she saw a series of cages. Cages that contained women. Women with disheveled hair. Women with torn clothes. Silent, still, sometimes nude, women.

The soliders pushed her to a large set of double doors and let her through. It appeared that this must have been a conference room of some kind. The main tables had all been moved to the side, and there were a row of chairs against the wall.

"Sit." One of the soldiers pushed her forward so she fell forward onto her face - her hands still tied behind her back. Him and his partner stood and laughed as she Shell struggled to get up.

"Now - you may want to just give us some information before you leave here. Because," the one looked at the other and winked, "we have been authorized to use whatever means necessary."
 
I cried out in pain as I landed on my face. Pulling myself up, I made it onto a chair, and carried on glaring at them.

"Let's make you a little more comfy, shall we?" one smiled brightly, as the rest of the soldiers crowded in, cheering and jeering.

"Open her wide boys. Let's see what the fatigues are hiding" shouted the one who'd tried already to cut my clothes off. "In fact, just cut her loose. She's hardly gonna get out of here. The door is locked, and there are plenty of others out there who'd have her. Plus I get the impression she ain't exactly trained, are you, sweetie?" he added.

No sooner had the ropes been cut and I was on my feet.

"Let me out you bastards! I screamed, waving my arms around in what I hoped was a threatening manner.
 
The soldiers gathered around Michelle, one came up from behind and brought his arms around pulling her arms back and holding her against him. He brought her down onto him as he lay on his back, with Shell on him, struggling, screaming and writhing. The soldier, whispered into her ear as the others gathered around.

"I haven't had a good fuck in a long time," his cock hardened and he pushed his hip up into Shell's ass so she could feel his hard bulge through the clothes.

As she kicked and screamed, two more soldiers came in, the devil in their smile, and each held onto a leg, pulling her wide apart. The soldier who had made the cut in her clothes kneeled between her legs and started undoing her pants roughly, pulling them down, and then taking out his knife and cutting them clear off her.

"Mmm, look at those legs - let's see where they go if you follow them up, hm?" He dove in and licked Shell's inner thigh all the way up to her panties. "Let's see how tight she is boys - don't worry, I'll let you know." The others chuckled as they continued to hold her down. The solider moved Shell's panties to the side, exposing her pussy. He slid two fingers all the way in. "Holy shit she's a tight one boys!" He started fingering her, leaning over her and groping at her breast. "You're a real whore aren't you? You love this don't you!"
 
I well believed he would get away with giving me an ass fucking. Many suspected that's how the soldiers survived. I tried to squirm away from his cock. Even just feeling him through his clothes disgusted me and made me feel dirty.

I screamed and kicked again violently as I felt his fingers climb up inside me. He would soon discover I was a virgin. I'd find myself as a priority being rushed to the testing area.

"All right - all right. I'm Gemma. Gemma Black. 3rd Street West, originally" I lied, hoping to get them off my back. Gemma Black was the friend I saw taken a few months ago, but hopefully they would either just take my word for it, or it would take a long time to track down she was already on the system. Plus the Blacks were a well known family, and the name alone should make the men behave.
 
The soldier with his fingers up Michelle's pussy immediately withdrew.

"Mother fucker!" He cursed as he simply got up from between her legs, leaving her there. The other soldiers followed suit, and the one upon whom Michelle lay, callously pushed her off him and brushed himself off, spitting on her bare ass as he left.

"Whatever, we'll have others boys" the finger solider said as he left the room. He looked at Michelle and sneered. "This bitch's parents know people in high places. Too bad." He looked at her and blew a kiss before leaving.

Two men stood by the door to stand guard. After what seemed like several hours, a man in a white coat carrying a clip board came in.

"We're so sorry for all the trouble Ma'am. As you know we do have a policy that all women must be screened, and you don't have a Mark indicating whether you have been or not. If you'll proceed with me peacefully now there shouldn't be any more trouble."

The two of them walked with the two-soldier escort to a makeshift cell block, with cells filled with young women. They looked at the man with the white lab coat with disgust and one even spit at his shoes as he walked by. The man simply shook his head and sighed, as one of the soldiers smacked her on the forehead with the butt of his gun, sending her reeling back against the hard floor.

"Here we are," the man said calmly as he approached another cell with one woman in it. Opening the door he motioned for Michelle to step in. "You'll need to wait here for just an hour or so, then you'll be tested. If you're positive, you'll be enrolled in a trial, if negative, you'll be set free." The man grinned sickeningly as if he barely hid the fact that it was clear none of these women were going anywhere - regardless of their status.
 
His smile made me nervous.

"You do know who I am? How long do you Barbarians make most of these poor girls await their fate?" I demanded, stepping into the cell.

He simply smiled and closed the door, the soldiers escorting him back out.

I sighed and sat down on the floor.

"You do know we're going nowhere fast?" the woman spoke. "I've been down here a month now."

I looked at her.

"Really? So I haven't fooled them?" I asked.

"Depends. I guess I may be one of the next group to go up. Why - what you said to them?" she asked.

"I may have told one or two little lies. Just to get the soldiers off me" I smirked.

"You go girl!" she laughed.

I took her in fully now. She couldn't have been much older than 20. She was small, green eyed, and very slender. It was difficult to tell if her hair was black or brown.

"They don't starve you, do they?" I asked.

"No - they actually feed us fairly well. It's the best I've eaten since running off with a group of rebels. It isn't the soldiers that are the problem. It's the sick bastards in the white coats that are." she explained.

"You were a rebel?" I asked.

"Yup. One of the original Hell Raisers" she chuckled. "I'm Alexis Dennis" she added, extending her hand.

"Wow - you're a legend!" I whispered, taking the offered hand. "Never any pictures, but always so vocal. I'm Michelle Henderson, but call me Shell."

"So where did they catch you, Shell?" Alexis asked. "Old Dan's place. I was often sent there. Not exactly a high ranking member of the team - but I did my bit. I guess I should thank my lucky stars that I wasn't caught to or from our hideout. We're reusing your very first base - under the old Blacksmith pub?"

She smiled fondly. But before she could say anything more, another group of soldiers re entered the block.
 
A small group of soldiers came in to the block and unlocked Shell's door. One of them held the door open while another, with a short red beard stood by the side of the door and called out. "Ms. Black. If you'd kindly come with us. You are due for testing." After a pause, he continued, "Dr. Garrison, is our chief scientist, he will be running your test, and he apologizes for your mistreatment since you have arrived."

The soldiers escorted Shell out of the cell block and up some stairs, down a long corridor and into a nicer part of the office space, ultimately leaving her in a very properly done office: nice persian carpeting on the floor, proper leather chairs, a desk with papers neatly stacked.

Jack Garrison met with the soldiers outside his office once they had left Shell sitting, unrestrained, inside. "I want all of you on high alert on the perimeter of the compound. She won't get out, but in case she does, I want her back." Garrison spoke in a whisper so that only the soldier and no one else would hear. With a nod, the soldier was off, and Garrison, in his khaki slacks, light blue button down shirt and long white lab coat, whisked into his office, shutting the door behind him. "Gemma Black" turned around, and Jack smiled warmly. He stood at five foot eleven, had short, messy black hair and dark brown eyes. He actually had dimples when he smiled, which looked good on his early 40's face. With strong, broad shoulders and strong thighs he walked with a power in his step. And this he did as he walked over to Shell, extending his hand. "Miss Black, I'm Jack Garrison. A pleasure to meet you. I do apologize for your mistreatment earlier. Your grandfather has been a tremendous patron of the sciences and it is most unfortunate that you were brought in this way."

Jack sat down at his desk across from Shell and started taking out a few things to draw some blood. "I thought we should have you up here to my office personally and I tend to you properly as opposed to one of our phlebotomists, who work in close ties with the soldiers if you know what I mean."
 
I took his offered hand, and shuddered at the thought of what would have happened had I not lied my way out. They clearly still believed the story, and I would have to work on what little knowledge I had of the Black's.

"Well, I'm grateful that someone knows who I am. As you can see, I've been left with no pants - the soldiers took them." I indicated to the fact I still wore only panties. "And, as I'm sure you can imagine, I am quite hungry, and could do with a shower. I'm in no hurry to see my family though - as far as I'm concerned they supported this brutal system."

I offered my dirty arm, wondering if he'd take the blood first, or if I'd get to clean up and get some food. I was going to make the most of this while it lasted.
 
"Of course, my apologies." Jack called over his intercom for some clothes and food both of which were brought in promptly.

After she had changed, and was starting to down a burger they had brought, Jack prepared her free arm for the testing.

"You'll forgive me if I'm in a rush, I have other things to tend to." Jack drew the blood into a tube, wrapped a gauze around Shell's arm and placed some tape. He then walked over to a small analyzer on a shelf behind him and ran the test. "How's the food?" He asked looking over his shoulder, eyeing Shell briefly. She was perfect for him. She had a thin frame - she could be easily manipulated, at least physically. He imagined her tied to his table at home. He had been waiting for the right one for some time now, and he hoped to heaven that her sample was clear. He had a plan for her as soon as he had seen her be brought in by the soldiers earlier today. He knew she was the one as soon as he saw the fight in her. And as soon as he saw the soldier stick his fingers up her pussy. The way they went in, he could tell just by how they did, he was betting she was a virgin.

The machine's small LED lit up green. Shell couldn't see it, but his eyes lit up. She was clean. Fantastic. He picked up a chip inserter, another small black device next to the analyzer, and turned around.

"Well, you're infected my dear. But before you fret, I'll let you know something. I am pretty sure I have found a cure to our predicament, and I can assign your chip to that trial." Jack leaned in and lowered his voice. "You must understand - or at least have heard - that those who are found to be clean of the virus are... offered up for sale... that is an unfortunate turn of events that I have no control over. But I'll do you this favor - I'll enroll you in the TS34 trial, and I am 99% sure you'll be cured. We just need enough numbers to make sure it's safe."

Jack of course was lying through his teeth. The chip he would implant would, little to Shell's knowledge, mark her as his property, belonging in his home. He smiled as he brought the chip inserter forward to do its job.
 
"The food's better than any we've had recently" I admitted. I was so hungry I wasn't exactly eating it. More like stuffing it down me.

"Of course I've heard the rumours. I had hoped my family weren't involved. I'm glad my grandfather isn't here to see this. Whilst he approved of science, this is just barbaric. Can't you do something for these people?" I begged him.

I gave a small yelp as the thing went into my hand, although it didn't hurt half as badly as I'd originally thought it might. And at least now I'd be registered on the system as "Gemma Black" and hopefully I'd be given an easier ride.
 
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