The New Order: Chapter 10 - Interpersonal Lies
by The Pediatrician
mg; mdom; bond; tf; viol
I was raging high, enjoying the view lain out before me. Well, to be more accurate, poised above me… a naked, bound, helpless pre-pubescent Latina mounted on my cock, her tiny, gangly body writhing and shuddering as I forced her to pleasure me. It was mid-afternoon of our fourth day with Paisley, and I was in the middle of making Lillian my bitch once more. Just to vary things up I had decided to use her own training bra, twisted and looped around her slim forearms, as a make-shift restraint, and as a result she could do little more than swing her elbows back and forth behind her back as her fingers groped helplessly and her hyper-sensitive nipples were fully exposed to whatever torments I wished to inflict. “Ah! Fuck, it’s too much, you’re too big!” she gasped as I bucked my hips up and speared into her fully. “You’re hurting me, you’re hurting me,” she chanted softly – but I still noticed that she was rolling her hips, impaling herself more fully onto me with each chant, gripping me tight with her slim thighs as she tried to grind my pelvis into bone dust. “Oh… God… I…Love… It… I… Love… Your… Cock… Tearing… Me!” she whimpered, each word spat like a curse every time I bottomed out inside of her. Though she acted all prim and proper and oh-so-regal in public, in the privacy of the bedroom she became a truly foul-mouthed little ten-year-old slut who happily welcomed every single abuse I wished to visit upon her.
Of course, such intellectual thoughts were the farthest thing from my mind in the moment. At that point I really didn’t care, lost in the sight of the beautiful, pigtailed brunette twitching above me. I slid my hands along her gleaming, sweat-slicked skin and gripped her hips tighter, digging my fingers into her sensitive flesh as I drove her further down on me. Lillian twitched, arching her back as she threw her head back and sobbed at the ceiling, offering her stiff nubbins to me as I bottomed out inside her stretched, painfully full pre-teen cunt. How could I say no to such an invitation… and in a single motion I slid one hand up her tanned, flat belly to her chest, gripped one helpless nip firmly between thumb and forefinger, and pinched as hard as I could. Her eyes flew open and she gurgled in agony as she squirmed and twisted, helpless to escape the pain arcing through her body yet desperate to channel her discomfort into an even higher sexual high. As she took over the thrusting, pounding her hips and grinding her stiff clit against my own pelvis, I slid my other hand up to her neck. Gently yet firmly I wrapped my palm around her throat, pulled her down on top of me, and peered into her watery brown eyes as I got a firm grip. “You can breathe, when I cum, slut,” I growled, a deep, guttural growl of pure sexual fury as I squeezed – not hard enough to actually choke her, but hard enough that she definitely knew that I could if I so wanted. And bound as she was, she was more than aware that there was nothing she could do about it.
I don’t know if it was my aggressive, domineering act, if it was the light choking, or if it was the threat that I whispered in her ear– and in truth, I don’t think she knew which it was, either. What I do know is that in the moment she believed that I literally held her life in the palm of her hand… and some twisted combination of roiling emotions, physical ecstasy, and male dominance sent her over the edge. Lillian croaked and stiffened as she thrust herself down upon me as far as she could, pressing her twitching, spasming cervix against the tip of my cock as she shuddered. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as she trembled in my grip, her mouth agape as she shook through her intense, rolling orgasm. The sight of her struggling and squirming and dancing on the edge of consciousness, the feel of her pussy undulating around my cock, the throb of her pulse against my palm sent me over the edge as well, and with a growl I shot spurt after spurt of thick, hot jism straight into her pre-teen body, coating the walls of her womb with what felt like a quart of sticky boy-seed.
We lay like that, locked together in orgamic bliss, for what felt like hours as we both shuddered through our simultaneous orgasms, and then with a great gasp Lillian went limp and slumped against me as she gasped for air. “Oh, fuck!” she groaned, her voice low and thick and shaky as her body lay on mine. She rolled her hips weakly and I felt the tip of my dribbling cock flick against her cervix, and she shuddered again in a tiny orgasmic aftershock. “That was incredible!” she whimpered.
“Yeah, it was, cunt” I teased lightly. I released my grip on her throat, gave her a light slap across one flushed cheek, and ran my fingers down her spine, delighting in her tiny shudder as my pads slid across her sweat-slicked flesh. Lillian whimpered again and gave me a kiss, and as I returned her buss her lips parted as her tongue fenced with mine and she panted hot, breathy moans into my mouth. I wrapped one arm around her shoulders as I moved my hand further down and gripped her ass, pulling her body close and holding her tight as we basked in the post-sex glow. “Should I get a towel or something?” I asked after she broke the kiss in order to breathe.
“No, don’t,” she quickly begged. “Not yet.” She wriggled her backside under my palm, and I felt her pussy shift around my prick. “You’re so big, I love the way you plug me up and I don’t want you to go just yet,” she added in a tiny, embarrassed voice as she blushed.
I merely laughed and kissed her forehead. “Wanton little slut,” I teased as I gave her ass a playful little slap – not hard enough to hurt, but hard enough so that she felt it. “I knew that you just couldn’t resist me. Although,” I added as my eyes narrowed and I gained a wicked little gleam, “I’m beginning to think you just like it when I smack you around.”
“I don’t,” she insisted in an outraged voice. She squirmed and made as if to raise herself up so that she could glare at me haughtily, but I tightened the arm around her shoulders and kept her firmly in place.
“Hmm,” I said thoughtfully as I gave her ass another smack – harder, this time. “I think there’s a nasty little girl who’s lying now. You need to tell the truth, ‘cause I know it… you like it when I’m rough. Just admit it,” I ordered.
“No!”
I gave her another smack, harder still, and she winced a bit. “Admit it!”
“Ow! Okay, fine!” She took a deep breath and buried her face in my bare chest. “I love it when you smack me around,” she said in a voice that dripped with humiliation. “It’s weird, and it’s sick, and it’s so definitely not me… but whenever I’m with you, I love it when you’re rough. I love it when you slap me, and spank me, and tie me up and twist my nips and make me do whatever twisted thing strikes your fancy. I love it when you use me and treat me like a bitch… your bitch.” She raised her face back to mine, and the moment I saw the tears in her eyes I felt a little bad for forcing the admission out of her. “I don’t know what’s the matter with me,” she added with a tiny hitch in her quavering voice, “but ever since this… This, thing, happened to me, it’s like I’ve become this little… I mean…”
“Hey,” I interrupted as I gently held her chin in my palm and peered into her face, “stop it. There’s nothing wrong with you, it’s just a result of the change, that’s all. Remember what Lam said…”
“But that’s just it!” She squirmed a bit and for a moment I thought that she wanted to roll off of me, but then I realized that she was settling further down on my somewhat softening cock. “I was kind-of like this before! I mean, I’ve had time to think about it,” she continued as she turned her head and rested it on my collarbone. “I was single, never had any relationship last more than a few months, and I used to tell myself it was because there were no good men out there. But…” She took a deep breath, exhaled, and pressed the side of her face against my sweaty chest. “But I’ve had time to think over these past few days,” she continued, “ever since we started to… y’know. And the rougher it’s gotten, the more I like it. So, maybe…”
“Maybe the reason that your relationships didn’t work out was because you were attracted to abusive jerks?” I supplied.
“Maybe. Sort of, but not really.” She sniffed, wiped her tears on my collarbone, and propped her chin on my sternum. “I think that I wanted the physical stuff, so I’d fall for guys who looked as if they’d do it, but they just turned out to be emotionally abusive.”
“Huh.” How the Hell did we get on this subject? I thought. “So… What exactly are you getting at?”
“I…” She took another deep breath, wriggled her ass against my palm one more time, and gnawed on her lower lip as she thought. “I think that I wanted someone who will do rough stuff in bed, but is a nice guy all the rest of the time,” she admitted. “But I either got wimps who didn’t thrill me in bed, or cruel assholes who were mean to me all the time. I’d just about given up. But then…”
I looked into her eyes as she trailed off, and with a start realized the odd glow behind her brown orbs. Holy crap, I thought, she LOVES me! Careful, now... “But then,” I said as I took up the conversation, “this thing happened to us, and everything fell apart, and you met me.”
“And I met you,” she agreed in a quiet voice as a tiny smile crossed her lips and her eyes got distant.
“And I rescued you.”
“Yes. And you’ve been nice to me.”
“Except in the bedroom.”
“Right, except in bed. Where you’ve been… not nice. To me. Well, it’s not like it’s not nice, and I do like it, it’s just…” She started to blush and her eyes slid away in embarrassment as the words tumbled out of her mouth.
“Hey,” I interrupted as I placed two fingers on her lips and turning her face back to mine. “I promise that I’ll always be nice to you,” I swore. I quirked up a corner of my mouth as I thrust my hips up, a move that had the unintended consequence of letting my shrinking cock slip out of her well-fucked pussy. “Except in the bedroom, where I’ll smack you around and tie you up and treat you like rape-bait until you do what I say.”
“Oh, Mike!” She squirmed forward a bit, her slick body sliding easily across mine, as she stole a kiss. “I… I love you, so much…”
Her admission was interrupted as the door to the bedroom burst open, and we both jumped (and Lillian squeaked just a bit) as Lam charged through the door. “Master!” she said in a panicked tone that matched the look on her face. “Master, they are fighting, and I think it is going to be bad!”
“What?” I peered over Lillian’s bare back and at the tiny Asian girl standing in the doorway – and I realized for a fleeting second that she had a perfect view of the bound Latina’s well-fucked, jism-soaked pussy as she straddled my softening cock. “Who’s fighting?”
“Rachel and Abigail!” Lam’s hands fluttered in front of her, twisting and turning as she glanced behind her. Through the open door I could hear raised voices, two little-girl falsettos shrieking at each other, as the sounds of the growing argument wafted down the hall from the living room. “I do not know what happened, but they are very angry with each other, and I think that they might come to blows!”
“Fuck.” I sighed, ran my fingers through my hair, and I lifted Lillian’s head from my chest by her pigtails to look into her wincing face. “I think I better see what’s going on this time.”
“Go ahead.” The President ducked her head forward the second I released her hair and gave me a quick kiss, and then rolled off of me and onto her back as she tried to peer out the door. “I’ll be okay.”
“Yes, I will take care of her, Master,” Lam added.
“Right.” I gave Lillian one last little pat on her hip, rolled off the mattress, grabbed my jeans, and quickly slid them on. Not even bothering to button the waistband, I sighed again as a sour look crossed my face. Everything was going so well, I lied to myself as I slipped past Lam. For her part the tiny Asian girl took my spot on the bed and began to work at the crude knots binding Lillian’s forearms.
“Master?” I heard the Latina quietly ask Lam as is slipped out of the bedroom.
“You should understand,” the doctor replied just as quietly.
The hallway was dim and murky, but as I drew closer to the living room I could hear the argument getting louder. Paisley was hovering in the archway, a pensive look on her face as she peered around the corner. At almost the same size as Meg, the tiny brunette was clad in a black tee-shirt with a sparkly rainbow butterfly on the flat chest and a pair of pink shorts, but even these seemed baggy on her truly diminutive, child-like form. “They’re really angry, Mister Mike,” she said in a fearful voice as I drew abreast, her upper teeth worry her lower lip as she held a doubtful look in her eyes. She tugged at her ponytail absently, almost as if she believed that she could stop the fight if she only could determine the proper words. “I didn’t want them to fight…” she added earnestly.
“It’s okay, sweetie, it’s not your fault. I’ll handle it,” I replied with a smile and in a voice that sounded more confident than I felt. I patted her on the head in a big brotherly manner and slipped past, into the growing maelstrom.
One glance told me that I had entered just as the beginning stage of a battle that was a long-time coming was drawing to a close. Rachel and Abigail stood in the middle of the living room, both of them flushed as they glared at each other. The subject of the fight was apparent at first glance – Abigail had evidently gotten into Rachel’s supply of clothes and had decked herself out in a pair of leopard-print panties and Rachel’s Cum Dump crop-top. “It’s not like I had a choice,” Abigail spat as she glared at her rival for my affections. Her pale flesh was mottled with dark red patches as her rage reddened her skin, while her blue eyes held a hard, sharp, glittering look. “I didn’t get a chance to grab anything to wear when we ran!”
“I don’t care, it’s not my problem!” Rachel spat back. I have to admit that the look on her face was a little scary… Her green orbs were narrowed into little slits, and her teeth were bared as she raged at the platinum blonde. “I didn’t give you permission to go into my stuff, you little thief!”
“What other choice did I have?” Abigail yelled. “What, should I just run around naked all the time?”
“For a cheap slut like you, it’s what you’d probably call a Saturday!”
“Fuck you!” Before I could react, Abigail grabbed crystalline thingy from a shelf – one of the various tchotchkes that the previous residents had scattered around the place and we had yet to toss out – and threw it at Rachel. For her part Rach managed to jump out of the way, and the small bird-shaped ornament slammed into the wall behind her and shattered. “You’re always getting in my business! Stay the fuck out!”
“Stay the fuck out of my stuff!” Rachel grabbed the nearest thing to her – a videotape of some obscure foreign movie from the 1990s – and returned fire. Abigail ducked, and the tape clattered as it hit the carpet and slid over towards my feet.
“Stop it!” I spoke with as much authority as I could muster… and was gratified to find that my voice did not crack as I feared. “Both of you, stop it right now!” I emphasized as I crossed my arms over my chest, put on my best (fake) authoritative look, and glowered at the pair. “What’s gotten into you two?”
“She’s always sneaking around and getting into stuff!” Rachel insisted as she thrust an accusing finger at her enemy.
“She’s always poking her nose in things that aren’t any of her business!” Abigail retorted simultaneously as she returned the accusatory finger.
“You’re the one wearing my top!”
“It fits, and it looks a damn sight better on me than on you! Your nips are too low, they don’t cut it right. Right, Mike?”
“Fuck you! Take it off!”
“No!”
“Take it off and give it back!” Rachel stamped her foot in frustration as she screamed at her rival.
“Fine!” Abigail spun, took two steps over to the open balcony door, and slipped her fingers into the ‘hem’ of the crop-top. “You want it so badly,” she added as she stripped the garment up off her torso and over her head, “then go get it!” With a single motion she turned, wadded up the top, and threw it through the open door, where it cleared the balcony railing and started its long, fluttering fall to the parking lot ten stories below. “Happy now?” she asked as she turned back to face Rachel, a smug look on her face and her hands on her narrow waist, totally unashamed as she stood proudly – and topless – before our eyes.
“Oh, you fucking bitch!” Rachel practically hissed as she launched herself across the room. I tried to step in between the pair, but to my surprise the blonde girl nimbly darted around my taller form and leapt upon her rival. I spun to find myself standing far too close to a whirling dervish of flailing hands, clawing talons, kicking feet, and yowling hisses as the pair went at it tooth and nail.
“Stop it!” I glanced back into the doorway as my words had no effect, and spotted three sets of pensive eyes staring out as Lam, Lillian, and Paisley looked on. Lam had gotten my little sex slave freed from her restraints and the President had slipped on one of my tee-shirts to cover her shame, and both looked on with concern on their faces – but I could see the effect that the fight was having on Paisley, as the tiny brunette practically cowered between the doctor and Lillian. Gotta stop this pretty fucking quick… “Stop it!” I waited, waited… and the second I saw an opportunity, I darted my hand in and grabbed. My grasping fingers managed to gain a grip on Rachel’s hair, and without hesitation (but with a little regret) I yanked her backwards and off of Abigail. My little blonde lover squealed as much in surprise as in pain as I tossed her back several feet and stepped between the two. “I said to stop it right this fucking second!” I bellowed.
“But Mikey…” Rachel whined.
“Mike,” Abigail started.
“Enough! I don’t want to hear it!” I have to admit, I was getting annoyed – and not just at the pair of them. Everything seemed to be piling on my shoulders, from the weirdness of our predicament to the uncertainty of the future to the general bitchiness of the girls that had been going on as of late and the lack of a cohesive plan for our future, and I could feel my anger rising. “You two are acting like a couple of spoiled brats!” I continued as I glared first at one, and then at the other. “What the Hell has gotten into you two?”
“She keeps stealing my clothes!” Rachel quickly accused.
“I don’t have anything else to wear!” Abigail retorted. She half-leaned around me and got a devious look in her eyes. “It’s not like I want to wear your slut wardrobe! Seriously, what kind of woman is proud to claim to be a Cum Dumpster?”
Rachel lunged at her rival and Abigail seemed more than willing to continue the royal rumble, and it was only my towering and far more muscular presence between the pair that prevented more clawing as I kept myself in the middle. “I just don’t want you getting your skank diseases all over them!” Rachel screeched.
“Bitch!”
“Whore!”
“Slut!”
“Cunt!”
“Whoa, I said that’s enough!” I gripped Rachel by one clothed shoulder, Abigail by one bare shoulder, and held the spitting pair at arm’s length. “I said stop it, and I meant it!”
“She’s always sneaking around,” Rachel pointed out as she tried to win me over to her side. “She’s always sneaking off, and getting into everyone’s things. I don’t trust her!”
“That’s my job!” Abigail practically shouted. “I anticipate things and work to make everything go right! If it weren’t for me, you people would have completely collapsed by now!”
“Oh, bullshit! What the hell have you done?”
“Little miss high-and-mighty,” the platinum blonde sneered as she completely ignored Rachel’s question. “Always getting what you want by whining and spreading your legs. You’re worthless! You don’t actually contribute anything except a pussy for Mike to fuck! So insecure about your place,” she added as she pitched her voice into a low, cruel tone. “You can’t cook, you’re worthless against the Feral, all you do is whine and act as if Mike is a favorite toy you don’t want to share! Well, guess what, princess? You’re not all that.” She lowered her voice into a harsh, hard whisper and leaned in, her eyes flat and full of hatred. “I’ll bet if you just died, nobody would miss you!”
“Hey, now,” I said, suddenly taken aback at the vicious turn of the fight. “Let’s just calm down here…”
Rachel squeaked and for a moment I thought she was going to burst into tears, but then a sudden steely resolve stiffened her spine and she leaned in as well. “Said the cocktease of the century,” she hissed. “Little miss sneak thief, always stealing stuff and acting secretive. You think I don’t see how you’ve been trying to get Mikey into bed, acting all slutty? I’m on to you,” she added as her eyes narrowed. “You’re up to something, and you’re hoping that if you act like a fuck toy then none of us will notice! Why, I wouldn’t be surprised if you’re planning on knifing us in our sleep and stealing our stuff, psycho bitch!”
“Whoa, now, Rach…” Things were rapidly taking a dark tack, and I could almost feel the waves of hatred radiating off the two girls.
“You people would be dead without me!” Abigail sounded outraged and offended at the same time. “We’ve been here for a week, eating all the food and drinking the beer. Where is all this stuff coming from? Who do you think is restocking the fridge? The fucking beer fairy?” She stepped back and straightened tall, a proud and defiant look in her eye that was only slightly offset by her topless status. “It was me, going into the neighbor’s places and getting the stuff we need! So fucking stupid, you stupid cow” she added with a sneer and a sad shake of her head. “Didn’t even think of where the food was coming from!”
“Okay, I said that’s enough, and that means that I want both of you to FUCKING SHUT IT RIGHT THIS FUCKING MINUTE!!!” I was a little surprised at how loud my rage-filled roar actually was, but the volume and intensity of my words had the desired effect. Both girls squeaked and jumped slightly as the defiant rage in their eyes was replaced with a touch of fear. “Rach, you sit there,” I said as I pushed my tiny lover into the oversized chair across from the television. “And Abby, you sit there,” I added as I pushed the tiny platinum blonde onto one end of the couch. “And I don’t want to hear another word out of you two! Not another word!” I quickly emphasized with a stern look and a pointed finger as Abigail opened her mouth to speak.
I felt it grow inside of my soul as I glowered at the pair of angry, immature brats before me… the strange dam of emotional stress that had been building was straining, and the fight between the pair had merely been the metaphoric straw that broke the camel’s back. I thought that we had some sort of agreement, some sort of arrangement that would allow our diverse band to survive, but I finally saw that it had all been an illusion. Someone had to step up and take charge – and since nobody else seemed willing to take the first step, I realized with annoyance that it had to be me.
“Rachel,” I said in a patient tone, “Abigail is right. She doesn’t have anything at all right now, so you need to share your clothes with her. Just for a little while!” I quickly added as the blonde opened her mouth to object. “As soon as we get the chance we’ll venture out and find someplace to get her a wardrobe that will be hers and hers alone, but for the next few days I need you to be flexible until we can do so. Maybe we can find some hand-me-downs or something that can be ‘adjusted’ in some of the apartments, but we first need to get our shit together. So for now, you share. Got it?”
“But Mikey…” she whined.
“Got it?” I repeated firmly.
“Got it.” She didn’t look happy, and she actually pouted as she crossed her arms over her chest and sulked.
“Good. And Abigail,” I continued as I turned my attention to the other girl, “you can’t just go sneaking into people’s personal stuff and taking what you want. And while I really appreciate what you’ve been doing keeping us stocked up like you have been…”
“I’m doing a good job, right?” she quickly interjected.
“Mikey said to not interrupt!” Rachel pointed out.
“Shut up, bitch!”
“ENOUGH!” My angry shout brought their focus back on me, and I graced each with an angry glare. I took a deep breath and forced myself back on track. “Abby, while we all appreciate what you’ve been doing, it’s really far too dangerous for you to go sneaking off by yourself like you have been. I mean, there’s a reason that we go off with someone else when we leave the apartment… what if you ran into a Feral, or you got hurt, and there was nobody there to help you?”
“I… I know what you mean, Mike, but there was… I wanted to do something…” The platinum-blonde girl squirmed in her seat as I peered at her sternly.
“She was trying to find stuff to steal!” Rachel butted in.
“Rachel!” I glowered.
“Fine, bitch! You really want to know what I was doing?” Abigail’s eyes flared with white-hot rage as she glared at her rival. “You really want to fucking know?” She hopped up from her seat on the couch and stalked into the kitchenette. We heard her rummaging around in a cabinet, and after only a few seconds she stomped back out into the living room carrying a plastic bag. “I’ve been keeping track of things,” she said in a hard voice, “and trying to think of ways to make everything better. For everyone. And I noticed that it’s Mike’s birthday next week...”
“You know when my birthday is?” I asked in astonishment. Wow, even I forgot about that!
“It’s my job to know. I know a little bit about everyone, like birthdays and favorite colors ‘n things like that. And I wanted to find some way to thank him for everything he’s been doing for us, since all you think about is yourself,” she continued as she turned her attention back to Rachel and practically hissed. “So…” The tiny topless girl upended the plastic bag, and three cans and a box tumbled out onto the carpet. “I was going to surprise him by making a cake, but I couldn’t find any eggs that were fresh enough, so I was going to make him an apple pie instead. I’ve been finding supplies and stashing them away, and I was going to make it when he was busy doing something else. And you ruined the surprise I was planning for him. So,” she added as she flopped back down on the couch, crossed her arms over her bare chest, and glared at Rachel. “Happy fucking birthday, Mike.”
“I…” I have to admit, I was taken aback at her words. Celebrating something like my birthday was the last thing on my mind, and a quick glance at the trio in the hallway confirmed that they too were as stunned by the idea as I.
“I had no idea,” Rachel said in a quiet, shame-filled voice.
“Big surprise. Well, that’s what I was doing,” Abigail said as she pouted.
“I… Abby, thank you,” I finally managed to say. “It’s really sweet of you, that you’d think of something like that…” I could feel some of the tension start to drain from the room as emotions started to shift from rage-filled defiance to sullen resentment, and I tried to find some way of soothing everyone’s hurt feelings. Jesus, how the Hell am I going to fix this? I asked myself. “I’m sure if we just talk about it, and try to find some way we can all live together in some way without getting underfoot and causing all these misunderstandings…”
I was ready to sit down and start talking to the pair, to sit down and talk with all the girls in an attempt to find some common ground in which we could all be happy… but naturally, since I was reaching the end of one crisis another one immediately popped up. The door to Meg’s ‘Lesbian Country’ flew open and slammed against the wall with a loud bang – a noise that startled every and even caused Paisley to squeak in surprise as she jumped – and the Marine stomped out of the room. “I’ve had enough of this shit,” she said in a high-pitched, falsetto snarl as she glared at Rachel, Abigail and I in the middle of the room. “You guys do what you want, I’m outta here.” My mouth hung open in shock as the tiny redhead spun on her heel and made her way towards the apartment door. She was clearly dressed for travel, wearing a pair of jeans and a tiny pink tee-shirt over which she had slung her camouflage jacket. Lam’s old pink plastic backpack was slung over one shoulder, and she had tucked her small pistol into her waistband. “Have a good life,” she shot over her shoulder as she opened the door.
“Colonel!” Lillian’s voice was filled with shock as she peered after the departing Marine.
“Megan!” Lam added in alarm. The girls all started babbling, except for Paisley who simply burst into tears.
Wait! Meg!” I moved to follow as the door closed behind her, but one quick step caused my unbuttoned jeans to slide down over one hip. “Goddamit!” I muttered as I quickly buttoned them, half-hopping to keep moving as I searched the floor for my shoes. “Somebody get me a shirt,” I added as I slipped my bare feet into my shoes.
“Here, Mike,” Lillian replied as she stripped off my tee-shirt with a single motion and held it out to me. As I pulled it over my head I noted that it smelled a little bit like her, and as I settled it around my body she self-consciously crossed one forearm across her flat chest while the other hand sank down to conceal her bare groin. “You’re going after her?” she asked she asked a bit breathlessly.
“Yeah.” I moved quickly as I opened the door… just in time to see the elevator doors closing behind the sour-looking redhead. I quickly strode over to the bank and thumbed the call button, and like an idiot I actually waited for a couple of seconds before I remembered that the Marine had disabled the other two cars. “Fuck,” I muttered as I turned and raced back towards the apartment. “Somebody get me…” I began as I came to the open door.
I shouldn’t have even bothered – Abigail stood there, topless and looking determined, as she held my shotgun out to me. “Stairs,” she simply said.
“Right,” I replied as I took the weapon from her hands. “I’ll get her back.”
“Please,” the platinum blonde replied, and for an instant her look of cool control slipped to reveal worry behind her eyes.
I burst through the door to the stairwell and raced as fast as I could. Still, even though I was panting a bit when I burst through the door to the lobby and knew that I had sprinted down ten flights of stairs in record time, I also knew that Meg had a good five minute head-start on me. I lunged through the unlocked and ajar security door, wondered for a second how the Hell I was going to get back in as it latched shut behind me, and stood in the parking lot as I peered out and tried to spot Meg. “Damn, fuck, shit,” I muttered as I couldn’t see anything moving under the slate-grey skies… and then I heard a distant voice far above me. I took a couple of steps out into the lot and peered up to see the girls clustered onto the porch. One of them – I think it might have been Lam – waved her arms frantically, and then pointed straight out for a moment before hooking her arm to the right. I waved in reply, turned, and started trotting through the sea of cars towards the entrance to the complex.
Down the hill, past the scrolling sign, I stood for a moment under the dark and silent traffic lights as I peered up the road. There, maybe five hundred feet away, was Meg, moving quickly and purposefully as she approached what looked like a highway interchange a quarter mile further down the road. “Meg, wait!” I shouted as I double-timed after her, my arms and legs pumping as I tried to keep her in sight.
I hadn’t even made it half-way before she turned, glared at me, and shouted over a distant rumble of thunder. “Go back!”
“No, wait, stop!”
“No!” Contrary to her words, Meg stopped next to a dusty sedan parked in the middle of the road, spun, and glared at me once more. “Stop following me!”
“Can’t we just talk about this?” I replied as I wheezed to a stop in front of her. “What the fuck? You just take off like that without telling anyone?”
“I told you people,” she said petulantly. “I said I was taking off, and now I’m taking off! Go back to your little harem, I’m sure one of them is bitch-slapping another by now!”
“What, that’s what’s gotten you all upset?” I asked incredulously. “I thought that we’ve talked that out, about how nobody ‘belongs’ to anyone else! I haven’t been trying to… I haven’t told anyone that they couldn’t sleep with you!”
“Whatever,” she replied dismissively with a wave of a tiny hand. “That doesn’t really matter. I’ve just decided that I’m better off on my own, so I’m taking off. Have a nice life.”
“Meg, that’s bullshit,” I shot back. I’ll admit it, I was feeling more than a little put-out… first there was Lillian getting all weepy and girly-emotional, then it was the Rachel and Abigail bitchy slap-fight, and now Meg was acting weird. The skies matched my mood, a sullen slate that grumbled as the storm got closer. What the fuck is going on… “We’ve come too far, gone through too much, just to have you make a snap decision like this! It’s suicide for you to be out on your own… what if you run into a pack of Feral like the one in Washington? It’s safer for you back at the towers – and we still need you!”
“No, you don’t!” she yelled. “You did just fine with the girls, you don’t need me. And I just don’t want to see your stupid face anymore!”
Stupid face? “What, this is all about me?” I felt my anger rise even further as my emotions started to rage. “You have a problem with me? What, and rather than confront me about it, you decide to run away? What the fuck is the matter with you?!?”
“There’s nothing the matter with me!” she raged as she stamped her foot in frustration, looking in that instant just like a spoiled, petulant little girl throwing a temper tantrum. She leaned in, her mask of pure fury and hatred, and spat at my feet. “This is all about you! You, and your little group of fuck-buddies, always rutting like you’re rabbits and it’s fucking mating season! And hey, let’s bring someone new!” she added as she leaned back and threw open her arms in a grand, sweeping gesture. “Hey, Mike’s only got four little cunts to fuck, so that’s nowhere near enough for a stud like him! Let’s find some retard and bring her into his sick little breeder games!”
“Oh, that’s bullshit and you know it!” I yelled back. “We couldn’t leave her there, she wouldn’t have survived! And I don’t seem to remember actually doing anything with her! And I don’t recall shoving my games with the other girls in your face! And as I seem to recall,” I added as it was my turn to lean in and glower at the redhead, “you’ve been having more than enough girl-on-girl action lately to satisfy a lesbian sorority! So this isn’t about the sex-stuff,” I concluded as I waved my hand vaguely behind us and towards the tower. “This is about something else, isn’t it? You’ve got a problem with someone, probably me, right?”
“Fine!” she yelled. “Yeah, I’ve got a problem with you, and your stupid face, and your stupid breeder games, and you! You were an asshole boy back when we found the kid, so I’m gonna go off somewhere where I don’t have to look at you!”
Another grumble of thunder, and around us I felt the wind pick up a bit as the weather front started coming closer. “Oh, what?” I shouted. “That’s what this is about?!? You’re pissed off because I decided to tease you a little bit back when we found Paisley, and didn’t just roll over when you started acting like a bitch and cutting her down?!?”
“Yeah, fine, that’s it! Mikey McSuperstud finally gets it!” she shouted, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “I’m such a weak little flower that I can’t stand it when a boy calls me names! Oh, poor little old me, I am so helpless!” Her voice got incredibly thick, and I saw tears dotting the corners of her eyes as her accent became thicker and she imitated a stereotypical Southern belle. “Don’t be stupid, jackass, I’m a member of the United States fucking Marine Corps! I’ve taken shits that hurt worse than you!”
“Then what?” At that point I was furious, about ready just to throw up my hands and abandon Meg to her fate, to head back to the tower and forget the aggravating, obnoxious girl had ever crossed my path. “It’s not the sex, it’s not the teasing, then what? What in the fucking world is making you act like this? What did I fucking do?!?”
“You… Did… NOTHING!!!” Meg shrieked at the top of her lungs, hoping to get through to me through sheer volume instead of her words. “I can’t stop thinking about your cock, and that’s why I’m fucking running away!!!”
“Wha?” As her admission sank into my consciousness I felt the transmission in my brain fly apart as I tried to shift my train of thought in light of this revelation – and failed miserably. It was so unexpected that I was literally at a loss for words, and I merely stood there and gaped at her in astonishment.
“I’m gay, and I never, ever, thought about that!” she continued. “But ever since we found that kid, it’s all I can think about! When you basically put me down, I got excited, and it’s freaking me out!” She took another deep breath, exhaled a great, guttering sigh, and wiped her eyes with her sleeve. “Even right now, while you’ve been yelling at me, I’ve been getting hot, and it’s so fucking confusing, and I’m gay and you’re a boy and all I can think about is letting you fuck me on the hood of this car and it makes me wanna puke and I so wanna do it and WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING TO ME?!?”
I had no words. Holy… “I…” I began to say, before I realized that I literally couldn’t think of a single thing that I could say in this situation. If it weren’t happening to me it might have been funny – a cute pre-teen lesbian basically admitting that she felt as if she wanted me to lure her over to the dark side, but all it felt in the moment was surreal. “I… I’ve got nothing,” I finally managed to croak out.
“I don’t know what’s happening to me,” she continued at a slightly lower volume. “I still like girls, that’s pretty obvious and I’m sure about that. But you… There’s something about you… That makes me want to… But I don’t want to…”
“Meg…”
I stared into her green eyes, she stared into my blue, and we tried to figure out where to go from there. Another rumble of distant thunder rolled over the landscape, and the wind gusted for a moment before dying back down, but we just stood there, in the middle of the road between an abandoned, dusty sedan and the grassy center median, trying to come to terms with her admission.
A sudden crashing noise in the woods beyond the car caught our attention, and we spun and openly stared as a pair of deer – two does, I believe – blasted out of the thick foliage. The pair scrambled up the embankment and dashed past us, close enough to touch, one circling behind the Marine and the other leaping over the hood of the sedan and between the two of us, and the animals kept on going, leaping the median and darting across the road to the foliage on the other side as we stared after them…
And with a roar of pure fury three Feral burst out of the foliage hot on their trail!
“Fuck!” Slow, too slow… Meg pulled her pistol from her waistband and started to raise it as one of them charged her, but the teenager was terrifyingly fast as he was on her in a heartbeat. Out of the corner of my eye I saw her backpedaling as I turned my attention to the pair bearing down on me. One nimbly leapt on top of the sedan’s hood and landed with a metallic crunch as he dented the metal, and without hesitation I pulled the trigger and sent a tight cluster of buckshot blasting through the thing’s chest. As he howled and fell back off the sedan I racked the slide and shifted, but I was slow, too damn slow, and the last Feral was on me, his clawing hands raking my forearms as I brought up the shotgun sideways to try and keep him off of me!
“Mike!” I heard Meg’s screech and spared a second to turn my head as I shoved the Feral backwards, and saw that she too was dancing with her opponent. She had managed to bring up her tiny .22 pistol and wedge it between the Feral’s teeth, making sure that the thing couldn’t get a good bite of her, but she was still far outmatched by the thing’s sheer height and weight. Almost effortlessly the thing pushed her back, and she stumbled backwards as she tried to duck the thing’s raking hands, and her left shoe dug into the asphalt as she shifted her weight onto her right in an attempt to spin and let the thing push past her, and she leaned back and her right leg extended and the thing’s scrabbling foot came down on her shin and there was this sickening SNAP! and Meg shrieked in agony as her leg bent midway between her knee and ankle and she went down…
“Mother FUCKER!” I summoned strength from somewhere and lashed out with my right hand, nailing the Feral with whom I was dancing square in the face with the butt of the shotgun. The thing staggered back a half step, and I took the opportunity to plant the barrel firmly in his navel and pulled the trigger. The shotgun roared and both I the Feral howled as I blew his guts all over the hood of the sedan, but I was already spinning and sprinting, racking the shotgun’s slide as I charged across the road towards the imperiled redhead. The Feral had born her to the ground and was kneeling on her pelvis as he raked his claws down the front of her chest, and it was only her camouflage jacket that kept her from receiving several severe gouges. Meg’s face was a mask of pain and determination as she hit the thing’s temple with her free hand while trying to shove the slide of her pistol deeper into the thing’s mouth to keep the thing’s teeth away from her tender flesh.
I distantly heard myself shout, and then with a roar I gripped the shotgun firmly in the middle and swung. The butt caught the thing squarely in the face, and with another sickening crack of bone and a fountain of blood I smashed its nose into his skull as the Marine tried to scrabble out from under. He roared/burbled in something like pain but I didn’t care, didn’t hesitate, as I spun the shotgun once more and pressed the barrel between the thing’s eyes. I yanked so hard on the trigger that for a second I was afraid that it was going to snap off under my finger, and the thing’s head literally came apart like a watermelon dropped from a roof, spraying both the prone redhead and myself with gore and bits of stuff that I really didn’t want to think too closely about.
“Meg!” I lunged in, shoved the twitching, splurting corpse off the girl and knelt over her prone body. “Meg! C’mon, be okay, be okay!” I used the edge of my hand to wipe some of the gore off of her face, slid an arm under her shoulders to hold her steady, and turned her chin. “Meg!”
“Ah! Fuck!” For an instant the Marine’s tough exterior cracked and let the scared, pain-filled little girl shine through, and she coughed roughly as tears leaked from the corners of her eyes. “My leg, it’s broken, oh fuck it hurts!”
“I’ve got you, don’t worry.” I felt my body tremble a bit as I hugged her to my chest and she clung to me, and as the wind picked up once more and stayed steady I held her and she held me for a few seconds.
“We can’t stay here, we gotta move,” she hissed as she slid one tiny hand between us and pushed on my chest. “If more of those things are around…” She tried to sit up, but then hissed in agony as her broken leg shifted and tears cut rivulets through the gore mask coating her face, and with a weak gasp she sagged back down onto the hot gravel. “Oh fuck, oh fuck,” she whimpered as her breathing hitched in her throat.
I leaned back and slung my shotgun over one shoulder, sparing a moment to glance at the redhead’s leg. It was undoubtedly broken… the denim sleeve of her jeans moved straight from her hip down her thigh to her knee and past, when it suddenly made an abrupt turn to the right. “You can’t walk, I’ll have to carry you,” I simply said.
“Yeah. Okay, on three. Ready?” I nodded and slid my hands underneath her, one arm at her shoulders and another at the top of her thighs. “One, two, three!” At the end of her count I lifted, and was surprised at how light she was.
However, the movement was obviously not good for the Marine. Meg gasped/moaned in agony as her leg shifted, and I felt her arms tighten almost painfully around the back of my neck as she clung to me. “Goddamn mother fucking son of a mother fucking bitch,” she hissed as she buried her face in my collarbone, “oh, fuck, it’s bad, it’s really bad.”
“Don’t worry, I’ve got you.” I moved steadily and surely back down the road, my eyes flicking to the asphalt before me/to either side/over one shoulder as I tried to make sure nothing was sneaking up on us while ensuring that I didn’t jostle the redhead too much. “I’ve got you, I won’t let you go, you’ll be okay,” I babbled. Jesus, don’t let it be a compound fracture, let it be a simple clean break, we’re not set up for something serious…
“’Course I’m okay,” she hissed with a tiny, almost hysterical little bark of laughter. “I’m getting felt up by a boy, which evidently I want, ‘cause otherwise I wouldn’t let you near me…” She hugged my neck tighter for a second and then sniffed. “Mike, listen,” she said in a quiet, quavering voice as I turned at the traffic lights and started chugging up the hill. “About what I was saying…”
“Later, we’ll talk about it later.” I paused for a moment to resettle her in my arms, and used the opportunity to give her a little hug. “Right now, we’ve got more important things to worry about.”
“Okay. Hey,” she added weakly, and then hesitated. “Could we… not go broadcasting this about, ‘k? I don’t think I want the others to know what’s happening just yet.”
“Might be difficult,” I added in a voice far lighter than I actually felt. Gotta keep her calm, keep it light, prevent shock… “After all, it’s pretty obvious that you’ve got a busted leg.”
“Funny. Ah!” She hissed in agony as she shifted in my grasp, and I slowed my wild slalom through the parked cars to a slow trot. “Mike?” she asked in a weak voice that was barely audible above the wind.
“Yeah?”
“Someday… Will you fuck me?” Her voice was low and plaintive, filled with fear and desire and terror and lust all at the same time, her words tinged with the agony she must have been experiencing from her leg. “Please?”
“I… Yes, Meg, I will.” I was surprised at my instant decision, and I realized that a part of me had been almost waiting for something like this to happen ever since our night in the Arlington townhouse. I peered down at her and felt a strange tug in my heart – not quite fatherly concern or perverted lust, but some weird combination of the two. “But not today,” I added sternly as I gave her a quick kiss on the forehead. “Right now, there’s something more important to take care of.”
“Right.”
The girls evidently knew that something had happened, as all five were waiting in the lobby. Lillian opened the door, while Abigail stood watch with a spare pistol and Paisley looked wide-eyed and terrified at our condition. Lam examined Meg closely for a minute and then ordered us all upstairs as she fell into doctor mode, and Rachel helped me carry the semi-conscious Meg to the elevators.
As the doors closed I saw the rain start to fall on the asphalt outside, and with a start I realized something as my eyes fell upon a small pink smudge through the glass.
I had missed a perfect opportunity to retrieve Rachel’s Cum Dumpster crop-top.
As I took a seat on the edge of the mattress, I smiled and placed a gentle hand on Meg’s. “How are you feeling?” I asked in a gentle, care-filled, warm voice.
The redhead smiled a somewhat unfocused, beatific smile. “I’m feelin’ jus’ fine,” she replied as she peered up at me through glassy eyes, her words slightly slurred. The Marine was clad in one of my oversized dress shirts and lay on the bed, one leg beneath the covers and the other resting on a couple of pillows to keep it elevated. The crude contraption splinting her broken tibia seemed to be doing the trick, although it did have something of a ‘Rube Goldberg,’ make-shift look about it. “Feelin’ no pain, ‘s all good,” she added. “Feelin’ dizzy, but ‘t’s a good dizzy.”
“That’s good.” I glanced over at Lam. “Wow. What did you give her?”
“Codeine,” the tiny doctor replied. She tugged down her tee-shirt down to the waistband of her shorts to smooth it out, and crossed one bare leg over the other as she perched on the other edge of the mattress. “One-half of one tablet. She was in a lot of pain,” she elaborated.
“Not ‘nymo’,” the Marine interjected with a tiny hiccup. “I’m feelin’ no pain,” she repeated. “Hey, let’s go for a run!”
“She’s tripping balls, is what she is,” Abigail accurately pointed out in a low-pitched, quiet voice.
It was finally evening, and outside the towers the storm continued to drizzle as thunder boomed in the distance. Meg indeed had a broken leg, but while it was serious it wasn’t as bad as I feared – Lam had examined the injury as the Marine swam in and out of consciousness while the girls hovered about in various states of concern. I didn’t waste any time, and based on the doctor’s advice assigned each of them a task to help with the situation. Abigail and Lillian had raided the neighboring apartments on the tenth floor looking for medical supplies and had returned with a bonanza of drugs and basic first-aid gear, while I had Rachel and Paisley prepare some crude splints from an old broom handle and some dishtowels. During one of her blackout periods Lam had me hold the tiny redhead down while she set the break, and I have to admit that even though I had witnessed Feral innards spraying everywhere less than an hour earlier, the sight and sound of Meg’s leg being moved in unnatural positions actually made me a bit queasy.
But our work had the desired effect, and after the redhead was taken care of I cleaned myself up while Lam did the same for Meg. The shower sluiced bits of blood and guts off of my body and tinged the water red around my feet, but after a few minutes it was running clear and I was approaching a state that felt somewhat normal. We had a quick bite a few hours later, and then all of us gathered in ‘Lesbian Country’ at my insistence to have a talk.
“Can she focus enough to actually do this?” I asked Lam as I nodded my head in the direction of the drugged Marine.
The tiny Asian girl made a face and shrugged slightly. “Somewhat. She might not be able to contribute much to the conversation in her state, but she will likely remember everything. Just try not to ask her too many complex questions, and she should be fine.”
“Are you okay, Mister Mike?” Paisley asked. My adventure that afternoon had changed something in the little girl – whereas that morning she had been stand-offish and almost afraid of me, after I had ventured out and returned covered with gore she almost seemed terrified to leave me alone. She had camped outside the bathroom during my shower and had lurked nearby throughout the rest of the afternoon, and during dinner insisted that she sit by my side. Now, in the evening, she was almost glued to my hip, acting as if she were afraid that I would vanish if she let me get too far away.
“I’m fine, kiddo,” I replied with a smile and a tousle of her hair. Paisley made a face as if my treating her like a child annoyed her, but she kept her mouth closed.
“Okay, Mike, you wanted to talk to us,” Lillian said. The President was perched on the other side of the mattress from me, keeping the Marine between the two of us almost as a barrier. She had been acting a bit weird since the chaos of the afternoon – not distant but detached, almost as if something had happened that she was truly terrified to admit. “We’re all here now. What’s on your mind?”
Gonna have to figure that girl out, I thought to myself. “Right,” I said instead. I took a second to gather my thoughts, and then started. “This afternoon was… bad. There’s no other word for it.”
“How about, ‘a royal cluster-fuck?’” Meg offered with a tiny giggle.
“That might work,” I replied with a smile. My amusement left my face as I leaned against the headboard (and Paisley snuggled against my side) and glanced at each girl in turn. “We can’t keep just ‘hanging-out’ here and waiting for… whatever. We need to get organized, we need to actually think about what we need to do in order to make this place more secure.”
“Then we’re staying here?” Rachel asked.
“Might as well,” Lillian replied with a shrug. “I’ve got nothing – nowhere else to be.”
“Right. We have to start planning long-term, and the towers seem as good a place as any. But,” I added emphatically, “we can’t keep lounging around, acting as if everything will be handed to us. I realized something this afternoon, when we were fighting.”
“I wasn’t fighting,” Paisley interjected.
“No, you weren’t,” I replied as I gave the girl a little hug. “But all the rest of us were. It’s pretty apparent that we’ve let some things… fester for far too long.” I gave both Abby and Rachel a hard stare as I said this last bit, and was gratified to see both looking somewhat abashed.
“So what do we do?” Lillian asked.
“Tomorrow, we start making plans,” I stated. “Both short-term and long-term. It’s pretty apparent that while there not be many, there are still some Feral lurking around the area, and we need to make sure they don’t actually bother us here. And we need to start clearing out the apartments here, salvaging what we can while making sure they’re secure. And we need to start checking out the area to see what’s around.”
“Makes sense,” Abby said.
“But, far more importantly,” I continued, “we need to start talking to each other. There are too many people keeping secrets, and it’s causing problems. If we’re going to survive, we have to find some way to get along.”
“I’m sorry, Mikey,” Rachel replied in a tiny, shame-filled voice.
“I’m not the one you should be apologizing to,” I pointed out. Rachel shot Abby a quick look and then turned her gaze down to her lap, while the tiny platinum blonde looked a bit sheepish. “I’m not saying that you two need to become best friends,” I elaborated as I pointed at the pair, “but you should at least try to give each other enough space and not…” I groped for the proper words, unsure as to what exactly I wanted to say.
“How about ‘plot against each other?’” Lam suggested.
“That’s perfect. So Abby,” I said bluntly, “no more sneaking around and keeping secrets. At least tell someone else what you’re doing, and decide with them if it’s important enough to tell the group. And Rach,” I added as I shifted my attention, “you need to realize that Abby’s not plotting against you or everyone else. She’s not going to be killing us while we sleep and stealing everything. I’m not asking you to braid each other’s hair and talk about which Backstreet Boy is the cutest, but at least try to tolerate each other.”
“Okay, I can do that,” my little blonde lover replied in a tone that made it clear she wasn’t exactly happy at my orders.
“Sure thing, Mike,” Abby added in a similar tone.
“Good. And Meg,” I continued as I shifted my attention to the redhead beside me.
“Hmmm?” The Marine focused her attention away from whatever drug-induced point of interest had captured her gaze and turned her green eyes towards me.
I opened my mouth to speak, and then realized that anything I could have said would probably vanish into her narcotic haze. “Don’t go wandering off like that,” I finally said with a small smile.
“Don’t wander off, got it,” she said in a serious tone that was simultaneously fuzzy and focused. She shifted slightly and scratched at the covers just above her pelvis. “I’m feelin’ horny, you wanna finger my pussy?” she asked me.
“Ah… Maybe later,” I replied as I patted her hand. Lam, Rachel, Lillian and Abigail looked stunned at the Marine’s offer, while Paisley merely looked confused. “It’s the drugs talking,” I added quickly.
“R… Right,” Abby said. “The drugs.”
“But she’s gay!” I heard Rachel whisper to Lillian. For her part, the mystified Latina merely looked confused and simply shrugged.
“Okay, it’s getting late,” I declared as I forcibly changed the subject. “Rachel, could you and Abby take care of Paisley, get her ready for bed? I’ve got to talk to Lam and Lilly for a minute.”
“I… Okay, Mikey.” My little blonde lover hopped off the mattress and held out her hand to the little girl. “C’mon, let’s get you ready.”
“But I don’t wanna leave!” the little girl replied forcefully as she hugged me tighter.
“Don’t worry,” Abigail said as she hopped down as well and stood next to her – former? – rival. “Mike’s not going anywhere.”
“Yeah, I’ll be okay,” I added. “I’ll be in in a bit to tuck you in.”
Paisley didn’t look happy, but she did give me one last hug and slipped off the mattress. “Okay. But don’t take too long!” she insisted.
“I won’t.” I waited as the trio left the room for the ‘overflow’ bedroom, and then turned my attention to Lillian. “Okay, you’re acting a bit weird,” I pointed out. “What’s going on?”
The President glanced at Lam, blushed deeply, and looked down at her lap. “I… had a talk with Doctor Tran,” she said quietly.
“While you were in the shower, while we were checking on the Colonel,” the doctor elaborated.
“It was all Mike, all the time,” the redhead interjected in a stoned, sing-song voice as she drifted along.
“Quiet, you,” I said lightly as I poked her forehead, and then turned back to the pair. “So, you ‘talked’ about me. What about me?”
Lillian glanced at Lam, then at me, and then turned her gaze down to her hands once more. “We were talking about… what happened, this afternoon,” she explained as she began to blush. “About what Doctor Tran saw when she – burst in.”
“And about what I said, Master.”
“Are you her master?” the President bluntly asked me.
I hesitated for a second, and then decided to bite the bullet. “Yes, I am,” I said simply. “It’s been that way for a little over a week. She asked me to be her master, and I said yes.” I could see a look of doubt in the Latina’s eyes, and decided to prove my point. “Lam, take off your shirt,” I ordered.
“Yes, Master.” The Asian girl didn’t hesitate, but merely grasped the bottom of her tiny lime-green tee-shirt and stripped it up over her head. She dropped the top to the floor next to the mattress, fluffed her long, jet-black hair back over her shoulders, and looked at me expectantly as she sat topless before my gaze. “Is there anything else, Master?” she asked.
“No, that’s fine for now.” I let my eyes roam over her slim, girlish body – and spent most of my time on her flat chest, bouncing back and forth between her nipples – for a moment before I turned my attention back to the stunned-looking President. “It’s mutual, and both of us agreed to it. It doesn’t really come up all that often, except when we’re in bed.”
“It feels natural,” Lam interjected. She lay a gentle hand on Lillian’s shoulder and looked into the girl’s brown eyes. “I spent so much time at war with myself, trying to resist my feelings even while Michael was – fucking me,” she explained. “But I was in denial. This is the natural state of ‘us.’ Michael is my lord and master, and I exist to do what he desires.”
“But what about…” Lillian began to ask.
“Whatever he so desires,” Lam repeated with a bit more insistence. “If he so desires to use my body, it is his to do with as he pleases. Whatever he so commands, I will endeavor to do. I exist only to serve my master, and that master is Michael.”
“Anything?” the Latina asked in a breathless voice, her eyes distant.
Anything? I have to admit that I hadn’t quite expected the level of commitment to the relationship that Lam had undertaken with me, and my eyes widened slightly as I started at the Asian girl and the implications of her admission – and feelings – started to sink into my brain. Holy shit, the sex stuff is one thing, but THIS…
“Anything. It is so because I love him.”
“I love him too,” Lillian quickly admitted. She glanced at me, blushed again, and stared down at her lap in embarrassment once more. “At least, I think I do. I’m just not sure…”
“If you feel it, then you are,” Lam said simply as she shrugged, the motion sending her bare nipples dancing in a delightful fashion on her flat chest. “That is just how it is. And I am sure that Michael loves us too… all of us. Is that not right, Master?”
“Uh…”
I was going to answer her question – and probably admit my love for them as as well, even though I was so confused about my own feelings – when I was saved. I guess we all thought that Meg had slipped off into a narcotic haze, but the Marine surprised all three of us by choosing that exact moment to voice her opinion. “Are y’sure tha’ Mike don’t just love ya fer yer pussies?” she slurred as she grinned stupidly. “Hey,” she suddenly said as the smile vanished from her face, “I gotta pussy! Does that mean that Mike loves me too?” She turned her woozy gaze to me and frowned. “But I ain’t gonna call ya Masta!” she insisted.
“Perhaps this is not the best venue for this discussion,” Lam said, and in that instant ‘Slave Lam’ was gone and quickly replaced with ‘Doctor Tran.’ “Ma… Michael, I hope you understand, but I believe that it would be best if I stay and monitor the Colonel tonight. You do not have a problem with that?”
“Uhm, no, Lam, that’s fine,” I quickly blurted. Saved by the stoned Marine… “And I agree that this isn’t the time or the place for this discussion. But soon, I promise.”
“Can I stay here too?” Lillian asked, although I wasn’t sure if she were asking Lam’s permission or mine. “I really would like to help, and there are some… things, that the doctor and I need to discuss.”
“They’re gonna gossip ‘bout you,” Meg sang in a sleepy sing-song voice, and evidently her own comment amused her because she broke into a tiny, tittering laugh.
“Are you sure you just gave her half a tablet?” I asked as I peered at the giggling redhead.
“Hmm,” Lam said as she frowned and peered into Meg’s face. “Perhaps it might be better if you left, Michael. You seem to be distracting her.”
“She isn’t the only one,” I heard Lillian mutter. I shot her a quick glance and saw that she had been staring at me with something akin to a distant, dreamy look, a look that she wiped from her face and was replaced with an embarrassed duck of her head when she saw that I had caught her gaze.
“Okay, I’m gone. I’ll see everyone tomorrow, and we’ll continue this discussion then.” I leaned over the bed and gave Lam a quick kiss, who returned a distracted one of her own. I then moved over to Lillian, whose kiss contained a bit more fire. “And you, try to get some sleep,” I advised the Marine as I leaned down and gave her a quick buss on the forehead.
As I pulled back, Meg peered up at me with slightly out-of-focus eyes. “Aw, that’s bullshit,” she said. Without warning she lunged up off the pillow, wrapped her arms around my neck, and fastened her lips to mine like a lamprey. I was so startled at the sudden move that all I could do was flap my arms as the redhead tried to stick her tongue down my throat. “Now dat’s how ya kiss!” she insisted smugly as she dropped back onto the bed.
“Ah… Okay, goodnight, Meg,” I stammered lamely. As both Lillian and Lam looked on in amusement I backpedaled out of the bedroom, my face burning with embarrassment, as I tried not to let their humor get to me. Jesus fucking Christ, I thought as I fumbled for the doorknob, it never just rains, it fucking pours. How the Hell am I going to handle THIS?
It didn’t help that I could hear Meg’s slurring admission as the door closed behind me. “I tink I love Mike too, but I don’t like boys,” she sang. “Can we make him a girl?”
“Ah! Ah! Yeah! Yeah! Harder! Harder, Mikey! Fuck me harder!”
Two hours later, I was performing my boyfriendly duty and giving Rachel what she wanted – namely, a nice, thick cock plowing into her pre-teen pussy. I had tried to put Lam and Lillian out of my mind as I tucked in Paisley (who seemed a bit disgruntled that I wasn’t going to sit with her and watch her sleep), said goodnight to Abigail (who glanced at Rachel, nodded, and merely said “Remember what we agreed on.”), brushed my teeth, and climbed into bed, feeling the entire day’s chaos catching up to me and looking forward to a good night’s sleep…
Only to discover that a little blonde girl had gotten there first. “I think I need you now, Mikey,” she said softly as she tossed back the covers to reveal her tiny, undeveloped body, naked and almost gleaming in the dim light from the bedside lamp. “I want you on me, I want you in me, please,” she begged, “please fuck me…”
I didn’t need another invitation. Our lovemaking that evening was primal, passionate, and almost animalistic in its intensity. I slid into her like butter, feeling her tiny slit part before the head of my cock almost as if inviting me inside, filling her up with a single thrust. She moaned and writhed beneath me, wrapping her arms around my shoulders and her ankles around my hips as she clung to me. For my part, I was lost in the haze of my lust and the feel of her girlish body beneath mine.
I ducked my head down and stole a kiss, and the tiny blonde girl breathed hot, breathy moans of pain/pleasure into my mouth as she rolled her hips. I broke the kiss and leaned forward, pinning her to the mattress with my weight, as I pumped into her as hard and as deep as I could. Rachel rolled her hips up, sliding her heels into the small of my back and offering herself to me fully, she turned her head to the side and struggled to breathe. I could feel my balls slapping against her skinny ass, each smack a perfect counterpoint to her primitive cries of lust as the tip of my prick battered her trembling cervix.
I slowed for a moment, and she made her dissatisfaction with that perfectly clear. “Don’t fucking stop,” she almost growled as she gave my chest a little nip. “Fucking do me! Fuck me!” She needn’t have worried, as I merely slipped one forearm behind a thin thigh and pulled one of her legs up to my shoulder. I swear that I heard her hips creak from the maneuver as I spread her wider. “That’s it! That’s it!!!” she whined as I resumed my assault on her womb. “Fuck me! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me-ee!!!”
The combination of her encouragement, the smell of her scent, the feel of her helpless body squirming under me shot me higher, and with a grow of pure sexual rage I felt my balls contract and I plunged deep as I spurted blast after white-hot blast of spunk into her body. Rachel shuddered at the first splurt, and she stiffened beneath me as she too came, her cervix opening to receive my gift. “Oh, fuck!” she whimpered weakly, her words a chant of pure bliss. “Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck! Oh, God, it’s so fucking good!!!”
I lay on top of her as my jetting sperm slowed to a dribble, and both of us gasped for air as we returned to the here and now. I ducked my head back down again and feasted on her lips, and our tongues fenced in each other’s mouths as we basked in the afterglow. “Oh, fuck, that was good,” she gasped as we broke apart.
“Yeah, it was!” I agreed. I moved to roll off of her but she surprised me by clutching tight, and without any seeming effort I ended up on my back with her tiny body resting lightly upon mine. “A little clingy tonight, Rach?” I asked lightly as I cupped her slim ass in one palm and stroked her spine with the other.
“Not clingy,” she replied with a little pout. “I just don’t want to give you up so soon.”
“What do you mean? I’m not going anywhere.”
“I know that. It’s just…” She sighed and rubbed her face on my sweaty chest, nuzzling my collarbone as she squirmed slightly. “I did what you wanted, and made peace with Abigail. Tomorrow, she’ll be the one sharing your bed, not me. We’ll trade off days. But,” she added as she sat up and pressed her thighs around my hips, a move that seated me more fully inside of her, “I wanted to make sure that you remember who’s better at this!”
“Better at what?” I asked with a grin as I poked at a tiny, stiff nipple. “Fucking?”
“Damn right!” She wriggled her hips once more as she fake-glowered at me, and then broke into a series of giggles. “Okay, maybe I’m being silly,” she admitted as she lay back down. “But with everything that’s been happening… I mean, all the other girls…”
“Why, Rachel Magillicuddy Gillespie,” I smirked as I patted her bottom, “are you feeling insecure?”
“That’s not my middle name,” she replied with a pout. With a suddenness that surprised me she lunged forward and kissed me, a deep, passionate kiss filled with adoration. “I’m not insecure. I just wanted to make sure you never get tired of me. After all, with everything else that everyone else brings to the table…”
“Wait a minute.” I gripped her shoulders and levered her up so that I could look her squarely in the face. “You are feeling insecure! Look, all that stuff that Abby said this afternoon isn’t true…”
“But Mikey, it is,” she said in a soft, sad voice. She nuzzled one of my hands as she gripped my wrist. “Lam is a doctor, and Meg is a soldier, and Lilly is the friggin’ President, for Christ’s sake! And Abby is good at scrounging things… Fuck,” she sighed, “even Paisley is good at being cute and adorable! You can’t help but love her! I’m just a crappy cook…”
“It’s not that bad,” I interjected.
“Liar. I am a lousy cook, and I’m no good in a fight…” She sniffed and tears filled the corners of her eyes. “The only reason I’m still around is because you’ve been protecting me from all the bad stuff! I mean, without you I’d be dead by now…”
“Hey. Stop that, this instant.” My stern voice brought her back from her self-inflicted pity party, and I gently took her chin in my hand and turned her face to mine. “You are not worthless, you are not a waste, and you do contribute to the group! Remember, you’ve got the skills to keep us all dressed…”
“Oh, now that’s a worthy thing,” she said sotto-voiced as she rolled her eyes in disgust.
“It is! And,” I added, “you’ve been keeping us together, body and soul, as a group. Without you the others would have probably run off on their own by now, and I’d be all alone trying to survive. You keep us together,” I stated, tapping her chest with my fingertips for emphasis. “And that, to me, is more valuable than anything else you bring to the table.”
My words had their desired effect. Rachel sniffed once, twice, and then burst into tears as she threw herself down upon me and buried her face in my chest. “Oh, Mikey!” she said in a quavering voice as she hugged me so tightly I feared for a moment that she might break a rib, “I love you so much!”
“Hey,” I replied. When she raised her teary face to mine I smiled and gave her another kiss. “I love you too, kiddo.”
After that we snuggled close as we dropped off to sleep. And in the instant before darkness fell over my mind, I realized that I did love her. But I also loved Lillian and Lam – and Paisley, and Abigail, and even the infuriating Meg. Christ, I thought, what have I gotten myself into?
And as that last question floated through my brain, I fell asleep.
>>Chapter 11>>