Berserker's Rage by Elle Boon Page A

John wasn’t so big once he’d turned fifteen. John shook off memories of his dad, his dick deflating like a popped balloon. He got up from his chair and paced to the wall to floor monitors, looking at the images of the outside world. They were now hundreds of feet below the earth. Modern technology and equipment had made it possible for him and his followers to dig further, creating a world so far beneath the city they were undetectable by radar. Of course nobody thought to look for them here. They’d been down below far longer than most military bases, and had never done anything that would set off alarms. The women and men that came into the fold were ones who were looking for a new world, a place to belong. John the Prophet gave it to them. They didn’t want for anything. Their world was a virtual Eden.
    The money he made from selling the videos of the wives servicing their husbands would never be known to anyone down below. Keeping their identities hidden wasn’t an issue, since most of the men and women had been underground for years. John only videoed the young and nubile ones. Lately the market had been requesting the big and beautiful, along with the hot older women. He had a few of the bigger ones, although they were quickly put on diets and exercise routines. Eden was meant to be a place of perfection. He still didn’t understand the affinity for fucking the older women, but who was he to judge those. What the market wanted he supplied. Pressing a button, he pulled up the newlywed suites. He’d had two of his highest ranking males take on a new wife. They were given a week in which they got acquainted with their newest family member.
    Marcum was bringing his wife breakfast in bed. John would speak with him about pampering too much if he sees this action again. The enforcer tended to be too easy on the women in his charge, but he was a damn mean fighter. Switching to the other suite, he watched Charles flip his new bride over with no care for her person. The women all come to their husbands virgins, unless they come from the outside. John tried to look at the young girls face, but from the angle he was watching he couldn’t see. He switched cameras with a push of a button and saw tears streaking down her cheeks. With a sigh, he turned off the camera. Charles only had two wives because he was too hard on them. John had thought he’d learned after the last one that he couldn’t be so rough with them.
    Walking back to his desk, he hit his bodyguard’s alarm. “Troy, I need you in here now.”
    Seconds later his linebacker like guard appeared. John assumed the man had been outside the entire time, although he’d given orders he was to be given time alone with his bride. Troy trusted no one when it came to his safety.
    “We have a situation that needs to be dealt with. I’m afraid it’s going to be messy.”
    His guard stood at over six foot eight and weighed close to three hundred pounds of solid muscle. He gave a nod and waited like a well-trained soldier. John would have given him a wife, or ten, if Troy had wanted, but the man seemed to not want anything to do with either sex, making him the perfect soldier.
    “Follow me.” He didn’t need to ask if the man was properly armed. He was a weapon himself. A grunt was his response. For a big man, Troy walked almost noiselessly. They entered the tunnel leading to the suites reserved for honeymooners. Guards were posted at each end, neither man would protest an action their Prophet did, even if one of the followers was carried out in a body bag, they’d believe whatever was told them. Yes, being the ruler of his world was wonderful, except when he had to discipline.
    He punched in the code that overrode all locks. He was the only one who had the ability to do so. The interior of the room smelled of sex and blood, making him sigh. If there was anything left of the young girl, John would have to give her to the women to care for. She’d become one of the