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For those who are unfamiliar, some of it is based on the Terminator movies. The story is a work of fiction inspired by the films. No one was hurt during the writing of this story. All characters are fictional and any mention of characters is purely for fantasy purposes.

Rape is a terrible crime and the author does not condone real rape.

The 19 year old waitress served her last customer of the day. She was wearing a checkered red and white short sleeved blouse and a short white skirt that came down to mid thigh. Her small feet were adorned with matching checkered shoes and white ankle socks. Sarah waited for the customer to clean his plate free of the apple pie and wash it down with coffee.

She cleaning around the Bdsm machine stories coffee shop, waiting to close up and go home. Once the customer was done he left and Sarah tidied up the place. She put the used dishes in the dishwasher, sanitized the table surfaces, mopped the floor, and then closed up. She locked the place and started to walk towards home, a fifteen minute walk. It was past 7 and while the street lamps gave ample light, the town looked eerily deserted.

She felt a little spooked because she could hear dogs barking in the distance.

Something felt wrong. Sarah decided to walk home really fast and started to do so. She turned the corner to her street, walking briskly until something went wrong and she felt herself falling to the pavement in a heap.

Sarah woke up in what looked like a hospital. She had a slight headache and her limbs felt like lead. She wondered if she has had some sort of stroke and lost her ability move. She tried to speak and heard herself moan feebly.

At least she can make noise. She blinked her eyes, willing herself to see properly because her vision was blurred. There were strange noises around her, creaking, moaning, grunting. It was echoing all around her and she could not make sense of it. She closed her eyes for a long time and reopened them.

Her mind could not grasp what was happening. She lifted her head off the pillow and saw rows of beds lined up against the walls of the facility. The lights bulbs were old fashioned, not the florescent ones they had in hospitals these days. The walls themselves looked old, as if the structure was built centuries ago. In fact, the underground facility was old. It was a bomb shelter built way before her time.

Now it held metal hospital beds with whimpering women strapped down to them. Sarah gasped softly as she took in the sight to her right.

A few feet away from her a bed was creaking rhythmically. The muffled sounds of a woman in distress made Sarah turn her head too see what was happening. On the bed was indeed a woman. Her eyes were wide open and filled with terror. She stared in horror as she watched a large burly man moving on top of the young woman.

He was raping her with fast rough strokes. She blinked and then stared, unable to believe her eyes, unwilling to believe what she was seeing. She was witnessing a rape. Her legs were limp, forced wide open and held either side of her rapist as he pumped between them. Sarah gasped as the woman turned her head and stared at her.

They could have been identical twins except for the look in her eyes. There was a pained hallow look to them, as if she had given up or something in her had broken. She was staring right at Sarah but not really seeing her there. She shivered as the woman turned her head away, breaking what little eye contact there was and severing the hypnotic stare.

She watched horrified as he grunted and thrust faster and faster. Sarah tried to turn her head away. A single tear escaped her eye as she watched the rapist arch his back, his hips pressing into his victim and his body shuddering violently.

His grunts of pleasure were only matched by the whimpers of utter distress and defilement. Sarah was no virgin. She knew that the man had just raped the woman and dumped a load of cum inside of her. She tried to ignore the cries coming from others, afraid of what she might see. It seemed each woman restrained on each of the beds had her own rapist. Sarah thought she was in hell. Maybe she had been sold to white slavery and she was destined to be some sort of a prostitute forced upon by strangers.

She tried to move but she knew she was restrained to her bed just like the other women were restrained to theirs. She was in a strange place that she did not recognize and young women just like her were being raped all around her. This was madness. Sarah gasped as she felt her bed move. She started to shake her head as he stared at her, his eyes glowing eerily.

She blinked her eyes, thinking that she was seeing things but she saw once more that his eyes were glowing red.

She realized things were stranger than she thought. She also thought that she must have hit her head pretty hard because this man seemed more like a machine than anything else. Yet he was so lifelike. Sarah cringed as he came to her, facing her and looking down at her face intently. It matched her face to one it had in its databank. On the he up display of the machine, a red message blinked.

It stood up straight, analyzing the sweat it had licked off of her. Little did Sarah know that the machines have found their most sought after target.

Without her, the humans would not have the leader they need to overcome the machines. Without her, Skynet could destroy all human life and win the war. They could easily kill her but they had other more devastating plans for the 19 year old. She would become the mother of the end of the human species.

For some reason Sarah knew that it was already aware of who she was. She shook her head, trying to deny it nevertheless. Sarah had no idea what it was talking about. How could she? There had been no ificant advances in robotics at the time, let alone the idea of cybernetic organisms. What leader of resistance? Who are you?

What do you want from me? We have been looking for you and now we have found you. John Conner, your son, would have been the leader of the human resistance in the future.