Part Ten

Tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap. Ted stared at his right foot in fascination as it tapped on the floor of its own volition, ignoring his every effort to stop it. The adrenaline rush of the last hour was slowly seeping away, leaving him on-edge and heady. He hadn't really understood how dangerous it was to be a soldier. Or how fearsome it would be to face that danger every day. He now deeply believed that the men protecting him and the food shipments earned every dollar of their pay, and every perk they'd been given.

His adventure wasn't supposed to be an adventure at all. He'd scheduled to inspect a farm community just an hour and a half away; well within the "pacified" area of the state. The trip to the farm had been calm and uneventful. He rode with the squad commander in an armored SUV, with plush leather seats and enough guns to fortify an entire garrison. Three military jeeps bearing machine guns and a dozen men rounded out the convoy. The typical personnel for a peaceful visit.

Upon arrival he was immediately met by the head of the community. At issue was the low amount of grain and vegetables the community was providing to the government. By Ted's calculations, the yield should've been about one-third more. By a strange coincidence, one-third was exactly the amount that farmers tended to hold back and hide, either for their own use or to sell on the black market. A search by the FEMA troops had failed to turn up the missing food. So Ted had decided to visit for himself.

Ted was quickly escorted to the leader's home, where fresh bread, butter, cooked vegetables and home made beer were served in honor of his visit. Two buxom, bikini-clad girls served as his waitresses. By the number of times they touched him, bent over to reveal their ripe breasts, and veiled sexual comments, it was clear that they were his for the taking, if he so desired. He'd made visits like this before, though. The food and beer were designed to cloud his mind; the girls to make him complacent and agreeable. While it would've been nice to fuck either or both of them, he restrained himself. There were much better rewards to come if he found the missing grain. Still, he did take the opportunity to grope one of the girls under the table, wetting his fingers in her tight teen pussy.

After lunch he had the leader take him on a tour of the community. Most of the homes were in a hub configuration for better security, with the land stretching out in pie-shaped spokes. As a matter of course he checked the grain silos and other farm buildings for hidden rooms. But hiding food there was such an old trick that no one did it anymore. They could've hidden it in an outbuilding, but he didn't think they would give up the security of having it centrally located. Yet, after an hour of searching, he hadn't turned up a single ear of corn.

He sat on the steps of the small two-room schoolhouse to contemplate the town. There were only so many places to look. And he'd searched them all. Staring at the steps, he suddenly noticed a few kernel of grain had been swept into the corners. Looking around, he could see even more of it sticking to the concrete. More, he thought, than should be present on the schoolhouse steps, even in a farming community. After all, the grain harvest was almost a month past. And it had rained heavily several times in the last few weeks.

He ignored the startled looks and questions of the two teachers as he passed through their classes, making his way to the back of the building. It took only a few moments to find what he sought: a larger iron door in the floor covered by some easily moved shelving. He didn't even have to force the locked door open. Simply bending and sniffing at the door's cracks brought the unmistakable smell of stored wheat. He exited through the double doors in back, finding even more wheat chaff along the way. Time to see what the boss man had to say about this.

Back at the leader's home he was shown to the family room in the back, with long, heavy drapes covering the windows. The leader sat comfortably in a brown recliner, regarding him carefully in the gloom. As soon as Ted entered the room, the two shapely teens from that afternoon's lunch were immediately attending to him, offering him beer and cheese. They'd changed clothes in the interim, and both now wore translucent teddies with tiny triangular panties. Obviously word of his discovery had preceded him.

"It appears you may have miscalculated the size of your harvest," he said plainly, helping himself to a large slice of cheddar.

The man winced as he leaned forward to reply, "Well, I admit I've never been too good at math. I leave it to the people who know figures to know what's best to do with them."

Ted smiled as he looked at the two teen girls, seductively seated on the couch next to him. Obviously they were part of a bribe to have him look the other way, but Ted was having none of it.

"Send the girls away. You and I need to find a way out of this problem."

The girls pouted as they left, unhappy that they were unable to help out their community. In twenty minutes, Ted and the head man had hammered out a compromise in which Ted and FEMA would get 80% of the remaining food, leaving 20% for the community to sell or eat. In Ted's experience, it was always better to leave the farmers with something, allowing them the flexibility to bargain for equipment and supplies. The next year's yield usually increased.

"Shall I call in the girls?" the man asked slyly, after they'd agreed upon the terms. Ted hadn't expected this ploy. Did the man think that he could still sweeten the deal? Or was this just the way business was 'consummated' in this part of the country?

"Thanks, but no," Ted answered, gathering his stuff. "I have a wife and two girls at home."

"Some other time, then?" the man persisted.

Ted just nodded at that. While the girls were scrumptious enough, he doubted they were worth an hour and a half drive with a convoy of soldiers. That kind of trip would waste much of the political capital he'd earn just by bringing in such a large find.

They were just fifteen minutes from the farm community when all hell broke loose. The suddenness and ferocity of the attack stunned Ted to a point that he very nearly did nothing to save his own skin. One moment they were driving through the open countryside, and the next the convoy was surrounded by SUVs filled with gun-toting bandits. It took several moments for Ted to realize that the objects clattering against the skin of their Jeep weren't stones but were bullets, and that if not for the armor, he'd be as shredded as swiss cheese. Though the firefight lasted no longer than a minute, it seemed to Ted to last for hours. He watched as his protective squad quickly deployed behind the vehicles, shooting clip after clip at the marauders. The fight was even only until the Jeep-mounted machine guns were brought to bear. After that, the bandits nearly trampled each other in an effort to run from the scything stream of lead.

The scariest moment, though, came when the commander opened the door to their vehicle and joined the firefight. Until then, Ted had been protected by the armor and bulletproof glass. Sure enough, with the door open, two rounds found their way inside, ricocheting off the glass until burying themselves in the upholstery. Along the way, though, one ripped a hole in his pants just below the crotch, and the other snagged the side of his shirt. Miraculously, he'd suffered only a minor scratch on his inner thigh. Another inch or so higher, and he would've been much less of a man. He'd been extremely lucky.

The squad had taken one wounded, and upon seeing the near misses he'd endured, had treated them as one of their own. With all the stories of other battles and other near misses, plus the ceremonial shot of whiskey, his trauma didn't have a chance to sink in during the ride back. Only now, in the privacy of his office, was his body really beginning to react.

"Mr. Donovan?"

Startled, Ted nearly jumped out of his seat. In the doorway stood Karen, Stu Krajek's personal secretary. She wore only a yellow bikini bottom; her large breasts were bare but she had nipple clamps on, connected by a gaudy silver chain. Stu liked his secretary to be submissive. And no wonder. This woman had been his boss before the plague.

"Mr. Donavan? Mr. Krajek says that he's sorry, but he has to reschedule the meeting for this afternoon. If tomorrow's ok, I'll send you a notice."

Ted nodded and watched speculatively as the woman walked away. Though he was surrounded by semi-nudity every day, he could feel his dick beginning to harden. And his leg had stopped tapping for a while. He pressed the speaker button on his phone. "May Lin, come in here please."

May Lin had been assigned to be his personal secretary a few weeks earlier. The new Director had made the assignment himself, at the same time moving Ted to a new office that had a larger desk as well as a small couch and two guest chairs. To date she'd been a good administrator, helping organize and implement his many projects. However, he hadn't taken advantage of all her presumed skills, as encouraged by the Director. In truth, training his wife and daughters had dulled his urges. But now maybe there was something she could do for him.

He gestured for her to shut the door and take a seat on the couch. As always she wore a tailored blue business suit, with a satiny white blouse, black stockings and high-heel shoes. An Asian woman about 25 years old, her long, black hair fell just past her shoulders, while her dark eyes looked expectantly at him. Standing about five-foot-three, she seemed to be more doll than woman. In fact, he could barely discern any cleavage at all beneath her blouse, which made Ted wonder about the Director's motivations. Surely after seeing Terri at the party, the Director would've seen that his preference ran toward big-busted women?

From her work, May Lin was obviously very intelligent, which also struck Ted as odd. While many of the secretaries had been bosses in the old organization, just as many had been imported strictly for their looks and sexual skills. All of them lived together in the base dormitory, with select women living in the few private apartments. In exchange for working all day and keeping their bosses happy, they were given shelter, food and safety. Their bosses provided clothing chits which they could use at the base store, so they would be able to wear the type of clothing or lingerie that their boss preferred. The range of clothing worn in his workplace went from totally nude to totally dressed, and everything in between. May Lin was fully clothed only because Ted had never instructed her to dress otherwise.

Ted perched on the edge of his desk as he addressed her. "May Lin, what exactly did you do before you joined FEMA?"

"I was a teacher, Mr. Donovan, at the college. I taught International Business Relations."

"So you have a degree?"

"I have both my bachelors and my masters, and I was beginning work on my Ph.D."

"So you were in charge?" Ted leaned forward, beginning to enjoy the puzzled look in her eyes.

"Well, Mr. Donovan, I taught several classes, if that's what you mean. And I chaired a number of committees. Can I ask what all this is about?"

Ted knew, then, that she'd need some special handling. She obviously didn't appreciate the breadth of her position under him.

"Let me ask you this, May Lin. Do you feel as though you're using all of your abilities in the position you're now in?"

"Well, no, Mr. Donovan. I can do much more than I've been asked to." She sounded both excited and puzzled, not at all suspicious of his motives.

It was time to lower the boom. Ted took a seat in the chair opposite the couch. "Then we'll do that, May Lin. Starting now. The first thing is that you call me 'sir' and not Mr. Donovan. Can you do that?"

He smiled as she nodded her head. Of course she could do that. It was only proper business etiquette.

"Next thing I need you to do is stand up and remove your jacket."

She stood slowly, looking more puzzled, and pulled the jacket off, carefully placing it on the couch arm.

"Now take off your blouse." He said it flatly, only his eyes reflecting his growing excitement.

When she paused, nervously fingering the top button of her blouse, he pounced, "What did you think, May Lin? That you were different from all these women running around half nude? You must've heard their stories. About how Watterson has his secretary suck him off every time he needs to make an important decision? About Blaylock's obsession with seeing his girl masturbate on his desk? Why do you think the Director gave you to me? Did you think that we were feeding you, clothing you and sheltering you just because you have good typing skills? There's thousands of women who'd love to be in your place. Safe. Secure. Fed. I've been preoccupied the last few weeks. But now it's time for you to start earning your keep. So I'll say it again. Take. Off. Your. Blouse."

She stared at him defiantly for just a moment, then forced her fingers to unbutton her blouse. She placed this too on the couch. Then she looked back at him, dread and fear plainly visible in her eyes.

"What size bra do you wear?" he asked, his voice now friendly and warm.

"Excuse me, um, er, sir?" she asked, clearly confused by the change in his demeanor.

"What size is your bra? What's your cup size?"

"It's an 'A,' sir. I wear an 'A.'"

"Take your bra off and give it to me," he ordered.

She had to try several times to unclip the back, her hands were trembling so much. Finally she had it off, and after she handed it to him she stood awkwardly before him, not sure where to put her hands. As he'd expected, her tits were small and compact, so much so that he figured he could almost cover them both with one hand. Her nipples, at least, looked interesting and attractive, and he could see himself spending some time every day playing touchy-feely with them.

He regarded the bra's small cups with disdain. "My wife and two girls have nice, big round tits, the kind you can really get your hands around. Big and bouncy. I think bras should be used to give guys a good show, to make a woman's cleavage better. Your bra, though, is just to cover up your tits. You don't need a bra. And I don't want you to wear one from now on, unless I specifically tell you to. Understand?"

He waited for her to murmur her answer before continuing. "Now it's time to see what's under that skirt. Take it off for me."

For such a petite, slim woman, May Lin had surprisingly broad hips and very shapely legs, all of which were nicely accentuated by a very brief pair of panties. He didn't have to look hard to see the black bush beneath the cloth. The thought that the black bush, and the lips below it, would soon be his play thing, was starting to make his cock very hard.

He began to ask her to remove he panties, and then had a better idea. Heading over to his desk, the reached in inside and pulled out a long pair of scissors. As May Lin visibly held her breath, he cut from one leg hole to the waistband, and then from the other leg hole to the waistband, pulling the parted fabric completely away. Then, standing away from her so she could see, he purposefully placed his fingers on the outside of her pussy lips, paused for a moment, and then slowly plunged one finger as deep into her cunt as it would go. Grinning at her shocked look, he reached up with his other hand and took one nipple between his fingers, pulling and twisting it cruelly. As she gasped in pain he pulled both hands free and pushed down hard on her shoulders.

"Now, my little Asian slut, kneel down and start sucking my cock. It's time for you to know who's really in charge around here."

He watched carefully as she tremblingly unbuckled his belt, undid the clasp on his pants, and pushed the two sides away. He nearly groaned aloud when her tiny hands reached inside his shorts and pulled his throbbing meat out the front, followed by the balls that were already hard against his groin.

"Look up at me," he ordered, pushing her head into position. "I've heard that Asian women are naturally submissive. So you can think of me as your new, and final, master. You will do everything I say or ask, without question, and without complaint. That pussy between your legs is mine, and so is everything that goes with it. You're gonna be my geisha girl, and as long as you remember that, we're gonna get along fine. Now, my little May Lin, tell me this . . . have you ever sucked a Caucasian man's cock before? The truth now!"

"Um, yes, um, yes, sir, my boyfriend two years ago. He was, I think, Irish, on his mother's side. And German, too, sir."

"And your last boyfriend? What was he?"

"He was Korean, sir. But American, too."

"So was his cock a big one or a little one?"

She turned her head away and answered softly, "Not as big as you, sir."

"And this Irish guy, what else did he do to you?"

"Excuse me? I don't know what you mean," she stammered.

"You sucked him, May Lin. But how did he fuck you? On your back? From behind? In the ass?"

She looked away again before answering, "I, he, uh, all of those, except in my, um, butt, sir."

"Excellent! We'll talk more about all the men you've spread your legs for later on. Right now, though, I want you to start by licking my balls. And I want you to look up at me as much as you can when you suck me, because I want to know that you know that I'm the one calling the shots. Now get to work!"

He stifled a groan as her tongue came in contact with his sack, tentatively licking the already taut skin. Impatiently, the instructed her to begin work on his cock, sighing contentedly as her mouth stretched over the whole of him, encasing him as snugly as prophylactic. He decided that later on he would instruct her to wear bright red lipstick to enhance the look of his cock entering into her mouth. But for now he just leaned back and enjoyed the sensations of her tongue pressing down along the length of him. She alternately sucked and licked, producing sensations that were both alike and different from those elicited by Terri and the girls.

Some other time he would luxuriate in those sensations. But now his body and libido called for something more urgent and violent.

"On the couch! Now!" he told her, his eyes fogged with desire. He never imagined that he'd be so hot for a small-titted woman. But it wasn't her tits, or even the slit between her legs that had him so excited. Even he could see that it was the power over her that had brought about this highly aroused state. He could do whatever he wanted with her, without the complications found at home. And she'd be a secret from Terri. That made it all the more attractive.

As he positioned his cock outside her pussy passage, he looked down to see that she'd closed her eyes and turned her head. Was this so abhorrent that she didn't want to look? In the past few months he'd noticed that his moral compass wouldn't stop spinning. He had to get Terri ready for the Presentation. But was all his training really necessary? He had to get the girls ready for their new world. But had his training of them crossed over some law of civilization? He had to fit in to get ahead at FEMA, thereby providing for his family. But was victimizing this woman worth fitting in? He'd once been a moral man. But as he looked down at May Lin's stricken face, he didn't feel compassion. All he felt was need. And urge. And power. Grinning at the thought of having her legs spread for him any time he wanted, he sank his rock-hard cock into her tight, wet twat, and imagined himself fucking her day after day, and in the most perverse positions his mind could imagine. And let the power of it all wash over him.