The New Order: Chapter 13 - Collars and Kant
by The Pediatrician
mg; mg+; gg; mdom; tf; oral; mast; caution
“What the fuck?” Meg muttered next to me.
I half-leaned over the center console and whispered out of the corner of my mouth. “What do we do?”
“Just wait a minute…” The redhead leaned forward, gripping the dashboard so tightly that I could swear her fingernails dug into the faux-wood, as she peered at the bunker. “I think,” she said slowly, her words quiet and precise, “that there’s nobody here. Nobody in there, I mean,” she elaborated.
“Nobody in there?!?” I felt a flash of pride that I managed to keep my voice low and even, and prevented even a hint of hysterical nerves out of my tone. “They’ve welded plates in front of the door and they’ve got a fucking machine gun!”
“But I think it’s sat here a while,” she shot back. “It looks like it’s gotten rained on more than a few times, and if there were anyone manning that thing then they’d make sure to keep it from sitting out in the rain.” She glanced at me, and then back at the weapon. “See how the bottom of the thing looks all shiny and wet? And how the top has this kinda dullish sheen? That means it’s getting rusty.” A look of annoyed disgust flashed across her face as she snorted. “Nobody who wants to have a working weapon would let it get in than condition!”
“But just because nobody’s been putting a tarp over a gun doesn’t mean that they’re not hiding inside!”
“True. Here, let’s test it.”
Before I could react the Colonel leaned forward and pressed her palm firmly against the center of the steering wheel! I jumped in my seat and my heart literally skipped a beat as the Audi’s horn howled in the morning stillness, the sound echoing around the parking lot and off the bunker before us. “What the fuck are you doing?!?” I yelled as I swatted at her hand and pushed her back into the passenger seat. “Are you insane?!?”
The horn cut out abruptly, and the mall was quickly plunged back into silence as the echoes faded away. We waited for a few heartbeats, and then the redhead adopted a smug look. “See? Nobody’s home,” she smirked.
“That doesn’t prove anything!” I shouted as I ran my fingers through my hair, and fixed the Marine with a hostile glare. “Maybe they’re just waiting to see what we do!”
“Look, we can sit here with our dicks in our hands for the rest of the day, or we can do something, and I did something!” Meg’s volume matched my own as she shouted back. “At least they know we’re here now!”
“And what if we didn’t want them to know we’re here!”
“If they were in there, then they’d probably have someone on watch, so they would have already known we’re here!”
“That’s the stupidest idea I’ve ever heard!!!”
“Don’t call me stupid!” The Marine practically spat in my face as she screamed her reply.
“I didn’t call you stupid!” I howled back. “I called your idea stupid!!!”
“Same difference!”
“It is not! What is wrong with you?!?”
“There’s nothing wrong with me!” The redhead had an odd look on her face, half-pout and half-furious, as she leaned in and screamed in my face. “What’s wrong with you?!?”
I half-leaned back as I peered at the Marine, momentarily taken aback by her rage. Meg’s face was flushed, her freckles standing out in sharp relief against the reddish skin of her face, as she breathed heavily and glared at me. This is fucking insane, I thought as I tried to get my own temper under control. “There’s nothing wrong with me,” I managed to choke out as I stifled the urge to throttle her and instead turned back to the steering wheel. “Just… next time, try to give me a little warning before pulling a stunt like that.” I took a moment to quickly glance around, saw that we were still alone in the parking lot, and put the car back into gear. “Let’s take a quick drive around, and then we’ll head on back and try to figure out our next move.”
“I…” Meg sat back in her seat as I turned the wheel, her face inscrutable as I turned left. “Okay,” she finally replied, her voice flat and emotionless.
I couldn’t be sure, but there was an odd tone in her voice. Great, I grumbled to myself as I slowly moved through the mostly-empty parking lot and made for the driving lane circling the mall, yet another little girl getting all weird on me.
“But who are they?” Rachel asked, her voice trembling a bit as she glanced through the open patio door at the bright, sunlit landscape outside.
“I don’t know,” I replied. I shifted my position by the door, peering at the intersection below as I tried to spot anyone or anything out of place. Is there something hiding in those bushes? I wondered as I tightened my grip on the binoculars in my hand and stared at one particular spot of foliage so hard that my eyes actually twinged. No, I decided as I flicked my gaze at the office buildings across the street.
“Why haven’t they tried anything?” my little blonde lover asked as she snuggled a bit closer, her body tiny and scared and warm against my hip.
“I don’t know,” I repeated. The windows of the low-slung building remained dark but there were plenty of hiding places on the roof. Air conditioners, access doors, pipes… Could I even tell if anyone was lurking over there? I asked myself. “Do you see anything?” I asked, my voice tight and my words clipped.
“Nope.” Meg lay on the concrete patio, her elbows pressing into the smooth concrete surface so hard that I feared she might actually break the skin as she squinted through the scope of the hunting rifle. She shifted at my feet as she moved the barrel to the left, running her gaze up the road as she too tried to spot any pursuers. “I think we may be clear,” she added as she relaxed just a little and peered at me over her shoulder.
“Can we take that risk?” Lillian was in full President mode as she too squirmed up on my other side, squeezing herself between my body and the frame of the door. “We don’t know who they are,” she pointed out as she added her gaze to the world outside.
“They aren’t there anymore,” Abby interjected. The pixie-haired blonde knelt at my feet as she gazed off into the distance. “If they were, we would have seen them by now.”
“There’s no guarantee of that,” Lillian shot back. “Maybe they’re watching us right now!”
“That’s creepy,” Rachel remarked as she shuddered and wrapped her arms around my waist.
“If they can see us, we should probably be able to see them,” the President shot back.
“Unless they’re hiding,” Meg pointed out as she returned her gaze to the scope.
“But why would they be hiding?” Rachel asked.
“To figure out who we are and how strong we are before they do… whatever,” Lillian said.
“There’s nobody out there,” Abby said. She stiffened and leaned forward slightly. “Ulp! No, over there by the sedan,” she said.
All five of us whipped our gazes towards the abandoned auto half-concealed by the trees, where we all spotted a flash of movement. We held our breaths and waited… as a nude, sun-burned figure shambled slowly down the road.
“It’s just a Feral,” Meg remarked. She took a deep breath, exhaled, and focused through the scope. “I’ll take care of him.”
“No, wait,” I advised as I peered through the binoculars. “Don’t waste the bullets.”
“I can get ‘im from here,” she said softly as she shifted the barrel.
“Don’t,” I repeated, my single word a bit harder as I nudged her shoe with mine. “We don’t want to give away our position.”
“If they’re out there, I think they already know where we are,” the redhead shot back with a pout. “No point in hiding!”
“Mikey said not to do it,” Rachel interjected, her words containing the barest hint of a whine.
“Fine!” The Colonel’s voice was filled with annoyance as she let the barrel drop to the edge of the patio, half-rolled over, and peered at the crowd in the doorway with disgust. “I could’ve got him,” she grumbled as she tugged the front of her tiny black tee-shirt back down to cover her exposed belly.
I relaxed slightly and glanced around the apartment, trying to force my tension to ebb just a bit through sheer force of will. I paid special attention to each of the girls, trying to take some measure of how they were doing, and realized that I would probably have to do… something. Rachel and Lam were nervous, the former much more so than the latter, while Abby seemed somewhat cool and blasé about the news that there may be other survivors lurking around. Lillian tried to hide her fear but I could tell that she was clearly unnerved by the news, while Meg hid her nervousness behind a gung-ho, ‘kill ‘em all’ façade. Paisley didn’t seem to understand the implication of our discovery, but she picked up on the others’ fears and looked skittish. “Sweetie, don’t touch the machine gun,” I said as softly as possible as I half-smiled at the tiny brunette.
The little girl yanked her hand back from the barrel of the long, lethal-looking weapon taking up the center of the table. “I wasn’t gonna,” she lied as she looked at me with wide, innocent eyes.
I sighed and tried to untangle Rachel from around my waist as I stepped back into the room and made a bee-line for the couch. After our discovery of the defenses, Meg and I had made quick circuit of the mall, took half a second to grab the exposed crew weapon, and then made a bee-line straight back to the Towers, both of us glancing in the mirrors behind us as we sped down the highway and screamed into the parking lot. The other girls peppered us with questions as Meg grabbed the salvaged hunting rifle and took up watch on the balcony while I darted around the apartment, shutting off anything that I thought could make either noise or light. For almost an hour we kept watch, but nothing seemed interested in our presence… for now,
“Mike,” Lillian asked as she curled into a tiny, feminine ball in the corner of the couch, her slim calves tucked underneath her body and her face a mask of clinical neutrality. “What exactly are the defenses of that place? Maybe that will help us to prepare for… whatever is coming.”
“If anything. Nothing’s coming,” Meg insisted. The redhead cocked one leg and half-rolled onto her side to get a better angle on the landscape below. “There’s nobody there.”
“Okay,” I began as I sorted through my thoughts. Meg remained on the balcony to maintain her self-appointed watch, but the other girls clustered around the conversation nook as they all tried to stay near me. On top of me, actually… Rachel promptly plopped herself on my left side and squirmed close until her body was pressed against mine, while Paisley mirrored her pose on the right. Abby knelt at my feet with her forearms on my knees and her chin on her hands, peering up at me with wide eyes, while Lam hesitated for a moment before a split-second scowl of annoyance flashed across her face and she curled up in the opposite corner from Lillian. For a moment I felt perturbed at the sheer amount of scantily-clad little-girl flesh seeming to fill my gaze wherever I looked, but I forced myself back into the present and away from my carnal thoughts. Later, I told my twitching cock as I focused my brain back to the latest crisis. There’ll be time for that later. “The place is a fortress. Whoever set it up bolted steel plates over all the doors and windows on the lower level, and set up bunkers around ‘em. There is a parking garage that looks like it might have some sort of staging area deep inside, but it was dark and had some fences around the lower levels so we didn’t go in.” I paused for a second, and added, “We think that they might have some sort of roof access, ‘cause we thought we saw a helicopter up there.”
“But who are they?” asked Lillian.
“I’m more concerned about where they are,” Abby interjected. The little nympho pressed her chest against my shins, and I could feel both the heat of her body and her tiny little nipples through both her tiny little training-bra top and my jeans. “It sounds like they went to a lot of work to lock that place down, it doesn’t make sense for them to just abandon it.”
“Unless something made them,” Rachel added quietly in an ominous voice.
“Don’t think that’s likely,” Meg called from the balcony. “Tell ‘em about the tank.”
“Right,” I replied. “They’ve got this sort-of motor pool thingy, up on top of the parking garage. There’s a bunch of military Hummers up there, and they’ve got the entry ramp blocked off with a bunch of sandbags and this tank. So, maybe they’re military?”
“Doubt it.” The redhead stepped through the door, carefully leaned the rifle in the corner, and limped over to the seating area. She took one look at the girl-cluster around me, let a tiny scowl flit across her face for a split-second, and then dropped heavily into an upholstered chair. “Given SOP, they wouldn’t have left all that stuff just sitting out there. They would’ve stashed it inside, somewhere safe. Especially that thing,” she added, cocking her head in the direction of the machine gun on the table.
“Why did you bring that back, anyway?” Lillian asked.
I shrugged. “Meg said we could use the firepower,” I explained.
“We mount that thing on one of the balconies, we could sweep the parking lot and kill anything that tried to get in,” the Marine said in a matter-of-fact tone. She glanced at the weapon on the table and flashed another look of annoyance. “That is, once we get it cleaned up and maintained properly. Fuckin’ cryin’ shame,” she added, almost more to herself than to the group, “lettin’ a fine weapon like that sit out in the rain.”
“So what do we do, Michael?” Lam had been so quiet, letting everyone else prattle and whimper during out tense lookout for pursuers, that for a moment I almost forgot that she was in the room. “It is evident that you regard these… persons, as some sort of threat, otherwise you would not have returned so quickly.”
“I’m not sure,” I admitted. “Meg, what do you think?”
“I don’t think we have anything to worry about.” The redhead crossed her arms over her flat chest and looked thoughtful. “I think we should bust on into that place and find out what they were tryin’ to hide,” she added.
“That seems… a bit rash,” Lillian remarked, her adorable face crinkling slightly as she donned a dubious look.
“I agree,” I said. “Look,” I added as I leaned forward slightly and fixed the Marine with what I hoped was a patient look, my words thoughtful and my tone even. “Why don’t we take the rest of the day, and keep an eye out for trouble. If nothing happens, then we’ll figure out what to do tomorrow. Does that sound good?”
The girls all glanced at each other, and then a series of tiny nods from most of them signaled their agreement. Except for the Marine… Meg looked like she wanted to argue, and the expression on her face making it clear that she wanted to do nothing more than to argue with me. She kept her mouth shut, however, and instead just slouched further down into her chair and looked dyspeptic. “Sounds good, Mikey,” Rachel replied.
We changed the subject to setting watches, and who would be keeping watch when and where. I kept half an eye on the sulking redhead as I discussed the plan with the girls, though. Something weird is going on there, I thought to myself. I hope it’s not going to be a problem.
“You know, she wants you to rape her.”
I paused for a second, my shirt half-over my head and my mind reeling from the off-hand comment, as I tried to wrap my brain around the seeming non-sequitur. “Uhm, what?” I said slowly as I finished tugging my shirt off my body and tossed it into the corner.
“The Colonel.” Lillian squirmed on the mattress, rolling onto her side and flipping her long, silky ebony hair over her shoulder as she peered at me. It was that evening, and according to the complicated schedule that I had yet to see (but which all the girls swore existed), the Latina was to be my sexual playmate-slash-bed warmer for the night. I entered my bedroom as Meg took up watch on the balcony, the tiny blonde Abby keeping her company as the pair peered out into the darkness, to find the President of the United States under the sheets. Lillian’s bare, caramel-colored shoulders and neck gleamed with perspiration in the bright moonlight that shone in through the window, and though I couldn’t see it too clearly I believed that there might have been a flush of her cheeks prompted by her anticipation of a nice, rough working-over. “She wants you to throw her down, tear off her clothes, and force her to take your big cock,” she elaborated as she pulled the sheet up to her neck.
What is she hiding? I wondered as momentary curiosity at her attempts to conceal herself from my prying eyes flashed through my mind. “I… find that hard to believe.” I peered at the little girl on the bed as I unbuckled my belt and unsnapped my jeans. “After all, she’s made her feelings toward me fairly clear,” I added as I unzipped and rolled the denim down my thighs.
“Well, maybe not rape,” the Latina elaborated. She rolled onto her back, squirming up a bit so that she could rest her head on a pillow and keep me in sight as I got ready to join her. “More like conquer her. Did you ever see the movie Red Sonja?”
“I…” I wracked my brain as I thought for a moment. “Wasn’t that some piece of crap with Schwarzenegger and some redhead back in the eighties?” I asked as I slipped my boxers down my legs and kicked the entire fabric pile off to the side.
“Yeah. Anyway, there was some curse put on her that said she couldn’t have sex until someone defeated her in battle, or some such thing like that,” she explained. “The idea was that she would never be able to make it with the guy she loved, ‘cause he’d have to beat the crap out of her, or something like that. Anyway, that’s the thing with the Colonel. She’s pushing your buttons, trying to get you so pissed off you force her to do something she wants to do, but doesn’t want to do at the same time.”
“That seems a bit sketchy,” I replied dubiously. I slid onto the bed and knelt next to the little girl, my cock already semi-hard as I peered down at her. “I think a more important question is what you are up to,” I remarked as I ran my fingertips along one skinny forearm.
Lillian shuddered with pleasure at my touch, and a crafty look came over her face as she peered up at me with wide, innocence-filled eyes. “Why, whatever do you mean, Master?” she asked, her voice sweet and soft and containing more than a hint of wickedness. “I’m just waiting here to serve you like a good slave.”
“Right.” I quirked on side of my mouth down into a half-frown, my eyes conveying my disbelief as I towered over the little girl. For her part the Latina merely half-smiled as she waited, her eyes mostly on my face but flicking down every so often to greedily stare at my stirring cock. “What sort of surprise do you have under there?” I asked suspiciously.
“Well, Master,” she said as she rolled over onto her back, making sure to keep the sheet pulled up to her neck. “Why don’t you unwrap me and find out?”
I growled in mock-annoyance and leaned forward, gracing the little slut with a gentle kiss. Lillian surprised me by whipping her arm around my shoulders and returning the kiss with a deep, passionate one of her own. She whimpered into my mouth as her tongue sought the back of my throat, and her hips squirmed beneath the thin sheet as she wriggled in pleasure. Without opening my eyes I grasped the sheet and slowly pulled it off her body… to reveal that she had donned a stitch of clothing. Why is she… I wondered for half a second as I knelt upright and peered down at her nude form, my eyes drinking in her dusky skin, her thin, gangly limbs, her concave belly and flat chest sporting twin dark-brown nipples that were stiff and excited and just aching to be twisted – and then my eyes fell upon her neck. “What’s this?” I asked as I tried to keep the astonishment off my face.
“It’s a collar, Master,” she replied with a smile that was half-innocent, half-hopeful. She stroked the inch-wide leather band fastened about her throat, almost purring as she tilted her head back slightly to expose the animal collar to my gaze. “I found it in one of the apartments, and I thought about it and decided that since I am your slave, it’s only proper that I wear something that tells you that you own me.”
“I… own you?”
“Yes,” she said. Her gaze grew insistent, and she fixed me with a serious gaze as she ran her fingers along my abdomen. “You are my Master, and you’re cruel and forceful and make me suffer as I am supposed to suffer. I deserve everything that you do to me, and I welcome it. And I hope that I can somehow give you pleasure, and am willing to do whatever you command.” The insistence left her eyes and was replaced with a dollop of doubt, and she worried her lower lip with her teeth as she gazed up at me. “Does it please you, Master?” she asked in a hopeful voice.
Does it please me? In truth I hadn’t really given my relationships with the girls much thought, beyond which one I was going to fuck and when. I searched my soul for a moment, trying to see how I felt about Lillian’s confession of worship and submission… and found that I didn’t mind. In fact, the idea of her being my slave actually caused my heart to beat just a little bit faster in my chest, and my cock twitched in sympathy to my growing excitement. “Yes, it does please me, slave,” I said with a smile. I lowered my fingertips down to her belly and ran my pads up to her chest, eliciting another shiver of pleasure from the pre-teen. Wait… just what am I supposed to do here? “And how do you wish me to treat you?” I added.
“Well, Master,” she said quickly, half-informing me that she had given the subject a considerable amount of thought. “First, my body belongs to you, so any time you wish to fuck me you can just take what you want or do what you want. I will do whatever you command.”
“Anything?”
“Anything,” she replied forcefully, her face a mask of serious intensity. “Fuck my cunt, fuck my ass, fuck my mouth, force me to perform for your amusement, force me to sit in the corner waiting for you, whatever you desire I will do.”
Holy shit… A part of me was a bit disturbed at the honest plea to be dominated that the little girl earnest begged for, but the animal part of my brain was quick to derail that particular mode of thought. Just the idea of the Latina completely devoted to my pleasure filled me with – something. Pride? I asked myself as I ran my fingers along her belly and she shivered with pleasure. Contentment? “It does feel right,” I finally said. I made a snap decision and nodded, the corners of my mouth curling up in a small smile of agreement. “Okay, you are now my slave. What shall I call you?”
“Well,” she said a she pushed herself up off the mattress and sat before me, her beautiful little-girl body dwarfed by my form. “I’ve thought about it, and I want you to call me Cunt. At least, in private,” she added as she cast her gaze down to my knees and blushed prettily. “Maybe later you can call me that in front of everyone else, please, Master,” she qualified.
“Look at me,” I ordered, and was rewarded with her eyes meeting mine. “I’ll call you whatever I want to call you, wherever and whenever I want. Do you understand, Cunt?”
“Yes, Master,” she said with another tiny shiver.
I could smell her arousal, smell her little cunny warming and slicking as she cowered before me, and I ran my gaze up and down her prepubescent body. “I think I want to fuck you, Cunt,” I said as I stroked the side of her face and she nuzzled my palm with a soft murmur, “but first I think you need to be punished. After all, you’ve let far too much time go past since you’ve pleasured me.”
“I’m sorry, Master,” she quickly said as she rolled onto her knees and pressed her forehead against the mattress, crawling in a tiny circle to present her flat, bare, little-girl ass to me. “This cunt has been remiss, and deserves punishment. Please teach me to behave.”
Oh, I so didn’t have to be asked twice… With a half-smile of amusement I raised my hand, stiffened my fingers, and brought my palm across one cheek as hard as I could. The sound of the flesh-on-flesh SMACK! filled the bedroom, and Lillian yowled softly as she jumped under the impact. “I’m sorry, Master!” she whimpered, her voice muffled by the bedding under her face as my handprint glowed on her otherwise smooth flesh.
“You should be, Cunt,” I replied. I slapped her ass again, a bit harder, on the other cheek and was rewarded with another squeak and a jump. “Say it again,” I ordered as I brought my palm across her backside once more.
SMACK! “I’m sorry, Master!” she repeated.
SMACK! “I’m sorry, Master!” she chanted, her voice a little hoarser.
SMACK! “I’m sorry, Master!”
SMACK! “I’m so sorry, Master, I was wrong and I won’t do it again!” she sobbed, her voice quavering with pain and humiliation as she took her punishment. I slid the pads of my fingers into the cleft between her trembling thighs and was rewarded with a hot, wet slickness that told me the little girl was excited by her suffering, that the spankings were arousing her into a sexual frenzy that bordered on the animalistic. Her ass cheeks were practically glowing, her bare flesh radiating a heat that I imagined I could feel on my face. My cock was raging, so hard and erect that it almost hurt, and it was only through a sheer force of will that I stopped myself from fucking the little Latina right then and there.
“Ten more swats, for a total of fifteen, and that will be your punishment for not taking my jizz recently,” I said. Lillian mumbled something inaudible that was muffled by the bedding, but I ignored it as I brought my hand down on her ass three more times in quick succession, each impact eliciting a sob/whimper from the little girl. I ran my fingertips along her drooling slit and she shivered in pleasure as she tried to push herself down on my digits, but I quickly stopped her movement with two more hard, fast swats.
I opened my mouth to say something, to tell her that I was both pleased at her willingness to take her punishment like a big girl but that her punishment would be worse if she ever failed me again, when I was interrupted by a tiny knock at door. “What?” I growled, startled at the gruff annoyance in my voice.
The door cracked open, and Rachel poked her head through. “Hi, Mikey,” the little blonde said. Her eyes were filled with adoration as she drank in my nude, aroused form, but the shutters quickly shut on her feelings when her gaze fell upon the nude girl with the glowing ass kneeling on the mattress before me. “Oh, you’re busy,” she quickly said. “We’ll come back later.”
“No,” I replied just as quickly as a wicked thought occurred to me. “Come on in,” I added with a wave of my hand.
My blonde lover slipped through the door, with a smaller, far more timid brunette skittering in behind her. Rachel had obviously thought that it was her turn to enjoy my attentions, as she had on little more than a tiny pair of skin-tight bikini panties and her Cum Dump crop-top, while Paisley wore a knee-length powder-blue dress shirt that hung off her frame like a circus tent. Two sets of eyes widened as they drank in my nude, obviously aroused form and Lillian’s submissive, red-assed body, and the pigtail brunette actually gasped. “Uhm, are we interrupting something?” Rachel asked in an odd tone of voice.
“Nope,” I said with a easy grin. I paused to smack the President across the ass nice and firmly, and was rewarded with a squeak from the Latina and the other two jumping slightly as the flesh-on-flesh SMACK! filled the room. “What’s up?”
“Um, ‘P’ here wanted to see what you were doing,” Rachel replied, her words uncertain.
“Just punishing a bad little girl,” I explained. I gave Lillian another swat, and turned back to the pair. “You can stick around if you want.”
“They should leave,” the Latina said in a quavering little whine.
I gave her a nice firm slap, and said, “Quiet, slave! I said they could stay.”
“Mister Mike’s thingy is so big!!!” I heard Paisley stage-whisper to Rachel.
“It’s ‘cause he’s spanking Lil,” Rachel stage-whispered back. “They’re both really into it!”
“Well, I’m just doing what I have to do,” I interjected, only half-lying. “It’s this little c… slave here who’s into it.”
“I am not!” Lillian exclaimed in outrage, peering over her shoulder at me as her cheeks burned with humiliated embarrassment.
I gave her yet another swat, and she actually winced and bit her lip. “Don’t contradict me,” I said sternly with a mock-glower at the little girl. One more smack, and I followed my order up with “Admit it.”
She glanced at the pair by the door with an uncertain look in her eyes, and I decided to motivate her with a series of hard swats. After only four she squeaked and finally broke. “Okay!” she admitted as she twisted the sheet in her fists. “Yes, it gets me hot!”
“But it hurts when you get spanked when you’re bad,” Paisley commented in a confused tone. “Is it one of those ‘fetish’ things?”
“Yes, it is, sweetie.” Rachel voice was filled with amusement, and she glided over to the edge of the mattress on light feet as she peered down at the Latina. “’N Lil likes it when she gets spanked. Especially by Mikey,” she elaborated. She glanced at me, back down at Lillian once more, and then back up at me – and without hesitation she stripped her crop-top up over her head. “She’s just like me ‘n welcomes all the attention that Mikey gives us,” she added to the brunette as she glanced over her shoulder and tossed the top into a corner.
“I don’t understand,” Paisley whined. “I don’t wanna get spanked, that’s why I try to be good!”
“That’s okay, sweetheart,” I said gently. I stepped to the side, allowed Rachel to hop up on the mattress (where she made a bee-line for the nude Lillian), and sat down on the edge. The pigtailed girl stared openly and hungrily at my cock, which by this time felt so hard that it could break a diamond. “Why don’t you have a seat and we can talk some more?” I added as I patted the edge beside me.
“Actually, P, why don’t you lick Mikey’s thing?” Rachel suggested. I glanced over and saw that my slave Lillian had rolled over, and the tiny blonde was laying across her body as she slowly, delicately stroked the Latina’s drooling slit.
“Can I, Mister Mike!” the brunette asked in a tiny, hopeful voice.
“Of course, sweetheart,” I replied easily. I propped myself up on my arms and leaned back as I spread my legs, giving the little girl room to get into place. “Kneel down here and do it.”
Paisley gave a happy little bounce as she skittered across the carpet and practically threw herself at my feet. She eyed my large cock with a combination of fear and anticipation, and reached out a tentative hand to grasp the base. My shaft was enormous in her palm, so large that she couldn’t wrap her fingers around its circumference, and she was forced to add her other hand to keep it in place. “What do I do first?” she asked as she glanced at the pair on the bed.
Rachel raised her head from Lillian’s slit, her lips gleaming in the dull light as she looked over her lesbian playmate’s thigh to regard the situation. “Lick the tip like… it’s a lollipop,” she advised, giving a little gasp of her own as the President ran her fingers over her cotton-clad pussy. “It tastes real good, and Mikey likes it.”
“N’kay.” The pigtailed brunette turned her attention back to my prick, hesitated for a second, and then ran her tongue across the head. I managed not to jump at the sudden sensation, and instead smiled down at the hopeful girl in a reassuring manner. Paisley gave another lap, then another, and then kissed the tip of my prick. “His stuff does taste good!” she exclaimed.
“All… Of his stuff… Tastes good,” Lillian managed to gasp out, her opinion punctuated by gasps and moans as Rachel wormed her tongue into the Latina’s slick cunt. “Kind-of… Salty-sweet,” she added.
“And a bit smokey,” Rachel interjected.
“Mmm-hmm!” Paisley mumbled around the head of my cock, her unspoken agreement sending delightful vibrations reverberating down into my balls as she suckled the tip. It had to be instinctive, but she started to stroke my shaft, double-fisting my member as she tasted me on her tongue. Next to me Lillian had roughly pulled Rachel’s panties aside and had buried her face between the little blonde’s thighs, lapping the pussy before her just as hard as hers herself was being lapped. As for me, I could feel my lust rising to unimaginable heights as the room filled with the scent of little-girl pussy, the sound of gasps and moans and murmurs of sexual pleasure, and the energy of wanton sex.
I reached down and stroked the side of Paisley’s face, and she looked up at me with wide, innocent eyes – and the combination of her lewd actions and little-girl looks took me to the brink. “I think,” I managed to gasp, “that it’s time to start fucking some little pussies.”
“Me first,” Rachel quickly declared.
“What the fuck?” Lillian said in a cross tone. “I was here first!”
“I called it,” the smug blonde replied. “I’ve got dibs.”
“You can’t call dibs on Master’s cock!” the Latina argued.
“Can too!”
“Can not!!”
“Can too!!!”
“Y’see,” I noted in an amused tone to the little brunette savoring my rod, “this is why little girls need to be punished.”
Paisley was going to town, washing my cockhead with her delicate pink tongue as she gazed up at me with adoring eyes. At the same time the sensations of her double-fisting my shaft brought the animal part of my brain fully to the surface, making it hard to think straight. She gave one last lap, took my entire glans between her pink lips and sucked hard for a second, and then pulled her head back to let my head slip from between her wet lips with an audible pop as she fixed me with a wide-eyed look. “Are you gonna spank ‘em hard before you fuck us, Mister Mike?”
“Maybe later,” I replied. I took the girl by the hand and pulled her up onto the mattress, and then turned my attention to the pair on the bed. “Why don’t you get naked,” I suggested over my shoulder as I grabbed Rachel by the ankle and dragged her squeaking form across the bed towards me. “You’ve been good, so I’m going to save all my stuff for you! After,” I added in a menacing tone to the bickering pair, “I make these bad little girls pay for arguing.”
“Wow!” Paisley wasted no time in yanking the dress shirt from her body, actually popping a couple of buttons off in her haste to strip.
“Are you going to make love to me first, Mikey?” Rachel asked, her face flushed in sexual anticipation and her voice carrying a note of uncertainty as I yanked her panties down her legs and tossed them in a random direction.
“No,” I whispered as I pulled her legs open and took position between her thighs. “I’m going to fuck you like the cunt you are!”
I gripped the base of my cock and rubbed the spittle-slicked tip against her pussy, and then pushed my hips forward in a slow, steady motion. Rachel hissed and arched her back as I pushed into her, the head of my cock pressing into her tiny, drooling slit and stretching her pussy to the breaking point as I opened her up. Lillian pressed down harder on her shoulders to hold her in place as I slid inch after agonizing inch inside the tiny, writhing blonde. “Oh fuck, Mikey, it’s big, you’re so big!” she whimpered as I bottomed out inside of her with two last inches still outside her painfully-stretched cunt. “You’re tearing me open!”
“Wow!” Paisley remarked, her eyes wide and an astonished look on her face as she peered at the coupling. “It went in all the way!”
“Almost,” I grunted by way of correction. The lust roiling about my mind made it hard to think straight, and instead of following up my single-word comment I instead pulled my hips back and thrust forward once more. Rachel gasped again, and then again when I repeated my thrust, and then I was fucking her with wild abandon, ramming myself inside her trembling, far-too-full cunt.
Distantly I heard Lillian encouraging me in my efforts. “That’s it, Master, fuck her, fuck her hard!” The Latina leaned over and gave Paisley a deep, soulful kiss, and then slid her knees back slightly so that she could do the same to the gasping, panting Rachel. “Make this little cunt cum!”
“Not… a… cunt!” Rachel gasped, her lips stretched across gritted teeth and her brow furrowed as I plowed into her. “Ah! Oh God, you’re killing me!”
“Quiet!” Lillian gave the tiny, helpless blond a quick slap across one cheek, and then curled down to plant a deep kiss on her lips. “You’re gonna take all of Master’s cock and like it, cunt!”
It must have been a combination of everything she was feeling, from the way she was held down by Paisley and Lillian, to the alternating slaps and kisses, to my rod filling her pre-teen pussy to the breaking point, to the sheer submission she was being forced to experience. Whatever it was, her torment sent her higher and farther faster than I had ever seen her go, and within less than half a minute of my penetration of her the little girl came. The tiny blonde gasped as her eyes rolled into the back of her head, and she threw her mouth open as she arched her back to present me fully with her hairless slit. Paisley squeaked in surprise as she was lifted off the mattress by Rachel, but she hung in there and tried to make sure the little girl couldn’t squirm away, while Lillian’s eyes widened and glittered with a wicked gleam as she whimpered in desire. I could feel the walls of her pussy undulating around my shaft, stroking and encouraging me as she came, but I gritted my teeth and growled as I tempered my own lust. Somewhere in the back of my brain I knew that I still had another two little pre-teen sluts to satisfy, and thus I managed to tamp down on my own growing excitement to ensure that I didn’t pop off too soon.
It felt like her orgasm rolled on and on for minutes, and I was worried that she might pass out… but after what seemed like an eternity the little blonde gave a deep, ragged gasp and slumped back down onto the mattress. “Oh, God,” she murmured as beads of sweat rolled down her face and she lay limp, “oh God… Oh God…”
“Did you cum, Master?” Lillian asked as she licked her lips.
“No,” I managed to grunt, “not yet.”
“Then it’s my turn!” The Latina crawled away from the semi-conscious Rachel’s shoulders and skittered around the side, dashing right past the confused Paisley as she made a bee-line for me. She lunged forward and wrapped her arms around my shoulders, planting her lips on mine with a fierce intensity that would have surprised me if I weren’t already raging with lust. The force of her impact sent me onto my back, and my cock slipped out of tiny blonde’s still-trembling pussy with a wet slurp. We ended up at the foot of the bed, me on my back and her straddling my hips, the tip of my Rachel-slick rod sliding between her flat ass cheeks as she rolled her hips. “Rape me, Master!” she begged as she broke the kiss with a violent intensity. “I’m a cunt, I’m your cunt, rape me, please!” she begged.
“Do it, Mikey,” I heard Rachel murmur weakly, and I glanced over to see her laying almost lifeless on the mattress as little Paisley hunched between her splayed thighs and lapped at her still-gaping, hard-fucked pussy. “Make her take it!”
I didn’t need to be told twice, and I let my lust-fueled aggression take over as I turned my attention back to the President. I gripped her waist with one hand as I half lifted her hips, and Lillian helped me get her into position with the tip of my prick pressed against her hairless slit. At the same time I wrapped the fingers of my other hand around her throat, squeezing just enough to cause her rapid breathes to become raspy, and I pressed her upright. The combination of her position and her own body weight forced herself down on me, and her rasp turned into a moan of lust-filled agony as she impaled herself on my shaft. She was the wettest that I had ever seen her, and her little-girl oils combined with Rachel’s on my cock to ease entry. Her brown orbs rolled into the back of her skull as I bottomed out inside of her, filling her just as completely as I had filled Rachel. The Latina shuddered as she felt the tip of my cock bump against her trembling cervix, and she froze in place as the sensations coursed through her body. With a low growl I released her hip, tightened my grip on her throat a bit further, and gave her a slap across the face. “Do it, cunt!” I snarled as I gave her another slap. “Get to work! I wanna see you cum!”
Somehow my words penetrated the lust-haze filling her mind, and her hips started to roll back and forth, forward and back, with greater and greater intensity as she masturbated herself on my cock. Her caramel skin was slicked with sweat and I could tell that she was barely conscious of her movements as she surrendered completely to her animal instincts. The little girl was reduced from an intelligent, organized young lady to a wanton little slut who craved cock, and she forced herself up and down on my shaft harder and harder, her breaths rasping through her gaping lips, her eyes fluttering as she fought to stay conscious, a thin dribble of drool oozing down the side of her jaw as her entire world shrank to the feelings arcing from deep in her belly. I gave her one last slap and then dropped my hand down to her chest, taking a tiny, stiff nipple between thumb and forefinger. I tightened, and twisted cruelly…
And that was evidently what she needed, as the little girl stiffened so hard that I feared for a moment she might break something as the crest of her orgasm overwhelmed every other sensation she was experiencing. Lillian threw her head back and thrust herself down on me as hard as she could, burying my cock fully into her twisting, clenching pussy as her womb sought out my seed. Her hands flopped uselessly against my chest, but I was too far gone to even do more than register the swats as I held her firmly in place, the barbarian-part of my brain reveling in her helpless, submissive state as she came with a shuddering intensity.
As the Latina began to ride down the back of her orgasmic wave I released my grip on her throat, and she gasped a great, shuddering gasp as she went limp. But I was too far gone to care, lost in the haze of my own sexual need. My cock felt harder and larger than I had ever felt before, and my balls practically ached with the sheer amount of spunk built up within. With an almost careless motion I pushed the President to one side, letting her collapse bonelessly onto the mattress as I slid out of her with a slurp just as wet as Rachel’s, and fixed my eyes on the last little girl within reach. Paisley peered at me with wide, almost fear-filled eyes, and I am proud of myself that I retained just enough awareness to realize that I could not be as rough with her. Still, best to show her who’s in charge, a tiny little voice whispered in my brain. “You,” I said forcefully as I pointed at the little brunette, “get on your back and spread your legs!”
“Y… yes, Mister Mike,” she said in a trembling voice. I hungrily drank in her pale flesh and tiny, prepubescent features as she rolled out from between Rachel’s legs and onto her back, positioning herself for my pleasure with her thighs spread wide. Her tiny little slit looked delicious and inviting, the dark slit gaping just the barest bit and hinting at the warm, wet glories within “Is this good, sir?” she asked in a scared, hopeful voice as she pressed her fingers to either side of her pussy and opened it a bit more, giving me a flash of wet pearly-pink flesh.
I didn’t even bother to answer as I clambered between her legs. Paisley whimpered as I let my body weight settle down on her, but she still wrapped her arms around my shoulders and met my lips with a passionate kiss. On instinct I poked the tip of my cock against her slit, and she responded by curling her hips up slightly to help me enter. She moaned into my mouth as I pressed my hips forward and her vulva parted, and the pussy oils of three little girls allowed me to slide into her like butter. She shuddered just as Rachel and Lillian had as the tip of my member poked against her cervix, but she merely tightened her grip as she hooked her heels around my thighs to hold me in place.
I pulled out and pushed back in, careful to keep from raging out of control as I started a slow, steady rhythm. I released her lips and leaned in, increasing my tempo as the pigtailed brunette buried her face into my chest and gasped a ragged series of moans. Her stiff nipples poked into the bottom of my ribcage, the scraping sensation sending me higher as I felt myself losing control and increased my tempo yet again.
“Yeah, Mikey, fuck her!” Rachel encouraged, her eyes half-closed as she rolled onto her side and watched me fuck the little girl. “Fill her up!”
“Cum on her body, Master!” Lillian added weakly as she too turned to watch. “Mark the cunt as your toy!”
“Oh! Oh! Oh!!!” Paisley’s tiny little cries of passion provided a musical accompaniment to the others’ words, welcoming me into the depth of my lust.
I could feel the pressure in my balls rising, and I knew that it wouldn’t be long. The brunette was the one who set me off – Paisley shuddered once, twice, and then stiffened just like Rachel and Lillian had as the sensations of my cock inside her fuck-hole sent her over the edge, and with a tiny little cry of happiness she hugged me tight as her pussy twitched and rolled. “Daddy,” she whispered weakly as she trembled against me, “I love you, daddy…”
Maybe it was her admission… I growled as I pressed myself up, holding my body over hers with one hand as the muscles in my arm screamed, and I let Paisley fall back onto the mattress. I gazed into her blue eyes as I let myself slip out of her gaping pussy, and my free hand shot down to grasp my cock. With a snarl I erupted, sending a massive jet of spunk shooting up her hairless mons, across her belly, and all the way up to the center of her chest. My second blast was even larger, spattering her flat front all the way up to the hollow of her throat, while my third, landed squarely on one tiny little nubbin. The fourth pooled in her concave tummy, while the fifth was smeared all over hairless slit. I shuddered as the contents of my balls were empted onto the little girl, dribbles dripping down from my overworked slit and oozing into her still-open slit. Tiny dark spots danced in front of my eyes as I came, and for a moment I felt like the only thing that existed was the bed and my little fuck-toys.
As I slowly came back to the present I let myself fall backwards onto my heels, letting my still throbbing, still dribbling cock bob freely as I tried to catch my breath. A low whimper sounded from Rachel, who wormed across the sheets to the fresh-fucked, half-dazed Paisley. Without hesitation the little blonde girl stuck her tongue out and lapped at my spunk, running her pink muscle through the pool on the brunette’s tummy. “So good,” she whispered distantly as she smacked her lips, and then lowered her pursed lips to slurp up a mouthful of my seed.
“Don’t hog it all!” Lillian insisted as she managed to dig deep enough to find the energy to move. The Latina crawled over to the pigtailed girl and started from the top, cleaning my jism off her throat before suckling Paisley’s tiny nipple clean.
“I wanna taste too!” Paisley whined as she brought her hands to the back of her girlfriends’ heads.
“Mikey still has some fresh stuff,” Rachel pointed out as she moved her face lower.
“Yeah, suck him clean!” Lillian added.
Paisley squirmed around, wriggling her body so that her face was below my still throbbing member, and raised her head. Her tiny tongue flicked out, and I a gasped as she ran the tip from the base of my shaft all the way to the hyper-sensitive glans. She gave a half-whimper, half-moan of pleasure as her eyes fluttered shut and she took my cockhead between her lips and suckled the last few drops of my spunk out of my balls. The other two girls weren’t idle, though… as the little brunette feasted on my prick, Rachel tossed her hair over her shoulder and dove down between Paisley’s legs, working her tongue into the girl’s well-fucked slit in search of her own feast, while Lillian shuddered as she lapped up the last few drops of Mike-sauce from the brunette’s trembling belly. And I just knelt on the mattress, peering down at the trio with a faint smile as they gave themselves over to their lusts. My eyes met Lillian’s, and the Latina returned my smile with a contented one of her own.
All in all, it was very intense, and more than a little weird. But also all in all, it wasn’t a bad way to wrap up a day.
It was once again morning, and the sun began to rise on a dawn that seemed fairly normal – well, as normal as things could be in this brave new world through which we were moving. I had awoken buried under a pile of tiny, warm little girls, proof that none of the three – four, because once again Lam had found her way to my bed in the middle of the night – from the evening before had elected to slip out night and instead had decided to sleep with me, and it had taken me a good five minutes to extricate myself from a tangle of slim arms and gangly legs and softly whuffling forms. A quick visit to the bathroom to relieve some bladder pressure, a quick tug of some sweat pants around my hips, and I blearily made my way out into the kitchen with the soft light of the dawn my only company and put on the coffee.
In truth I was very happy for the brief alone-time that morning, as my still-half-asleep thoughts kept ricocheting through my mind. So what the hell does all this mean? I mused as the coffee maker hissed and a dark stream of fresh-brewed goodness dribbled down into the pot. Lillian I kind-of half expected to do something like that, and maybe Rachel. But Paisley? And what about Lam? The corners of my mouth turned down as I remembered the way that the girls had treated each other during our little impromptu gangbang, how they dominated each other yet always deferred to me, how they each insisted I fuck them yet at the same time wanted me to tell them what to do, of Lillian’s insistence of her new name and Rachel’s calling dibs and Paisley’s daddy fixation, and grunted slightly. This is getting SO complicated…
I took a moment to draw a nice mug of steaming liquid and padded out into the living room. The corners of my mouth dropped further as I paused over the back of the couch and peered down at the two more tiny forms. Meg, who had insisted upon taking the overnight watch the evening before, was fast asleep on the cushions, her bare form totally exposed to my ogling eyes as she lay with Abby. Their sweat-soaked hair gave testament of the night of passion, and as I watched the tiny blonde murmured in her sleep and snuggled in close, throwing one stick-thin thigh over the redhead’s legs and letting her hand rest on the Marine’s hairless mons. And THERE’S another complication, I grumped as my gaze slid over their bare flesh and mussed, rumpled forms. Two, in fact. Is Abby going to want a collar too? Is she going to call dibs? And what about Meg? How rough will she want it? A snippet of my conversation with Lillian, and her insistence that the redhead secretly wanted me to force myself onto her, flashed through my thoughts, and I grimaced. This is getting so confusing…
On silent, bare feet I slid past the pair on the couch and slipped through the balcony door, quietly half-closing the portal behind me as I felt the warm, moist morning air on my body instantly raise tiny beads of perspiration on my forearms. It’s gonna be another oppressive day, I mused as I took another sip and leaned against the railing, my eyes looking over the landscape as I tried to wake up. The sun barely peeked above the trees in the distance, and I turned my gaze to the office complex across the road. Nothing had changed… the windows were still dark, the grass still looked shaggy and long in the islands and along the edge, the old sedan and late-model mini-SUV still stood silent sentry on the blacktop. “Where are they?” I muttered as I thought about the bunker-mall, of the grocery store, of the cleared streets. The morning air didn’t have any answers, and I took another sip as I tried to sort things out in my mind.
A soft rustle behind me let me know that my morning alone-time was at an end as a tiny form squeezed through the door to join me on the balcony. “Good morning, Master,” Lam said sleepily, her words floating warmly as she slid next to me at the railing. “Did you sleep well?”
“I did,” I admitted. I smiled as I glanced over at the miniscule Asian girl, taking in her mussed hair, her half-closed eyes, and slow movements. “You’re up early,” I remarked as I slid my gaze down her bare flesh, over her flat backside, and down her bare legs. “And you’re naked.”
“I woke up and noticed that you were gone, so I wanted to find you.” She flipped her silky black hair over one shoulder and peered up at me with an amused glint in her eye. “And I am nude because it is warm enough to forgo clothing, and I knew that you would enjoy seeing me in this manner, Master.”
“Indeed I do.” I switched my mug to my other hand and dropped my palm onto her bare shoulder, and Lam shivered slightly as she whimpered in pleasure and squirmed under my touch. “The whole collar-thing was your idea, wasn’t it?” I asked.
“Mmm, sort of,” she admitted. “It only seemed proper, that it was the next logical step. You are our Master, so there should be some mark of ownership on us, do you not agree?”
“I own you?” I asked, a bit taken aback by the blunt statement.
“You own us,” she insisted. She paused, her eyes containing a hint of uncertainty as she mulled over her next words in her mind and toyed with the small, pink, delicate-looking dog collar around her neck, and then she finally took the plunge. “Well, I cannot speak for the other girls, Master, but you indeed own me. I exist only to serve you and to give you pleasure. Whatever you desire I will strive to accomplish, and all I ask in return is that you demand what you will of me.”
“That seems a bit… extreme,” I said slowly. Holy fuck, what the HELL is this?!? “What is… Is this an effect of the change?”
“Perhaps,” she admitted with a shrug. “Remember, there has been an alteration of our mental faculties as well as our physical bodies, so it is indeed likely that this submission we females are expressing is an aspect of our biological transformation.”
“But is it what you want?” I asked.
The little girl shrugged once more. “It does not matter, Master. I have thought about it, and the only conclusion that I have been able to ascertain is that I belong to you and exist only to serve you. Lillian feels the same way, and I believe that Rachel does as well… although she may be loathe to verbally confess such desires aloud for fear of embarrassment. Even Paisley seems to be experiencing such desires as well if her behavior is any indication.”
My mind flashed back to the little brunette, her pigtails bouncing as she eagerly – if clumsily – sucked me hard the evening before taking her turn spreading her legs wide and allowing me to impale her pre-teen sex, and the look of sheer joy on her face as the other girls lapped my sticky, copious spunk from her body. It seemed both natural and wrong at the same time, and I was having trouble reconciling the primal nature of our relationship with the submissive tendencies of the girls. “That seems a little off,” I admitted. “I mean, what about free will? What about morality? Do you girls do all the things you do because you want to do them, or because something is forcing you to do them?”
Lam was quiet for a second as she peered out over the landscape, though her gaze was miles away as she mulled over my question. “I do not know if there is any difference in the matter, Master,” she finally replied. “I believe it has to do with the way our reasoning pathways have been rewritten to link our conscious minds with our sexual desires.”
“I don’t understand,” I mumbled. Far too fucking early, not enough coffee…
“Immanuel Kant wrote about this subject,” the tiny little Asian girl said, her mind sharpening with each passing second she was conscious. “He claimed that human beings have no right to defile themselves as sexual objects, and that sexual congress between individuals without a corresponding emotional attachment is immoral. That each of us have a moral duty to ourselves, and that we should exercise restraint in matters of sexuality.” She was quiet for a second as the wheels behind her eyes turned, totally oblivious to my gape-jawed astonishment. “But at the same time, Kant is truly a child of the Enlightenment, Master,” she added. “Prior to the Enlightenment there did not seem to be any sort of restrictions on human sexual congress, beyond the need to ensure proper paternity in matters of inheritance and child rearing. Free will is what you make of it,” she concluded, “and sexuality and sexual desire is little more than an extension of free will. Therefore, if you believe in the concept of free will, then you must also believe in the right for a human being to sublimate said free will to another.” She looked a bit smug as she wrapped up her train of thought.
I know that I was staring down at her with an astonished expression… Honestly, I didn’t know what to say. Part of it was the early morning and the fact that my brain hadn’t quite gotten into gear just yet. Another part was from her reasoning that, at least from my semi-educated state, seemed far too complex and convoluted to actually hold together if examined too closely. But most of my stunned look stemmed from the fact that I had once again underestimated the tiny Asian girl – between her diminutive size and her sheer sexual hunger, between her submissive demeanor and her nude body, I had forgotten that a truly brilliant mind lurked behind those brown eyes of her. “I… That…” I stammered as I tried to find something, anything, with which to respond. “I’ve never read Kant,” I finally settled upon, knowing that my rejoinder was lame the second it left my mouth.
A flash of doubt filled her eyes. “Of course, Master, I may be totally off base,” she quickly backpedaled. “Free will and morality are difficult subjects to understand, let alone when you bring reason into the argument.” She stepped close, pressing her arm against my hip as she peered up at me with wide, hypnotic eyes. “The mouth on this slave sometimes does not know when to be silent. Are you angry with me, Master?”
“What? No, of course not, nothing of the sort!” I quickly replied. “It’s just… Well, it’s really early, and you’re naked…”
“Ah. I understand.” Her eyes gained a measure of wickedness, a glint that seemed almost amused and playful at the same time. “Would it be better if this slave used her mouth to pleasure you, Master?” she asked, her little-girl falsetto alluring and oh-so tempting. “I know what the others did with you last night, and I wish to feast on your seed as well.”
I stared down at her, taking her measure, and realized that I just couldn’t see any reason to say no – and at the same time wondered just how she seemed to have such intimate knowledge of the messy ending the three had experienced. “Yes, Lam,” I replied. “That would be fine.”
“Thank you, Master! And call me slave.” The little Asian girl wasted no time in untying my sweat pants and tugging them down my thighs, and as I leaned back against the railing she gingerly sank to her knees. Her face was at the perfect height, and as the gripped my twitching shaft in her fingers she ran her tongue around the head once, twice, three times, before stretching her lips wide to fit my glans between her teeth.
Is this my life now? I wondered as Lam sucked me like a pro and fingered her own tiny little-girl slit at the same time, determined to wring as much pleasure out of herself as she was wringing out of me. Debating philosophy one minute, and getting a blow job the next? And was she spying on us last night? I reached down and stroked the side of the Asian girl’s head, running my fingers along her silky hair as she murmured in pleasure and worked my rod. She gazed up at me with brown eyes filled with worship before she stiffened slightly and her orbs rolled up into the back of her skull as she shuddered slightly with a mini-orgasm. She didn’t stop her oral attentions, and if anything her desire spiked even further as she redoubled her efforts to wedge the entire length of my cock into her throat.
I could feel the spunk in my balls boiling, and relaxed slightly as I glanced through eyes slitted with pleasure at the door to the living room. Lam had left it open, and in the light of the morning I could see everything perfectly… including a wide-awake redhead, who sat on the couch peering out at my suckling slave and myself. I don’t think she was aware that I could see her, mainly because she had another dark, inscrutable look on her face. As I watched she moved her right leg a few inches away from its companion, moving gingerly so as not to wake the still-sleeping Abby, and slid a tiny hand down to her miniscule slit. As Lam increased her exertions, shuddering every few seconds as the sensations of her fingers and the taste of me on her tongue filled her with lust, I observed the redhead gently part her pussy and worry her clit with one finger. Jesus, she’s getting off watching Lam suck me? I marveled, unsure how to handle the situation – and wondering if it was something that I should handle or merely just enjoy. That is the most I’ve ever seen of her, I noted idly as sunlight glinted off the inner pink flesh of the Marine’s cunny. I moved my gaze up, careful to keep my eyes slitted mostly shut, and saw that Meg’s green eyes were locked on my face as she masturbated. I can’t decide if this is weird or not. What the Hell is going through her head?
And then Lam whimpered and pushed her face up as she slid her fingers inside her tiny little pussy, her entire body stiffening as her mini-spasms gave way to a truly titanic little-girl orgasm. Her movements forced the head of my cock into the back of her throat, he her whimpers sent delicious vibrations straight down into my balls. With a hiss I gripped her hair tightly and came, spurting jet after white-hot jet of my spunk straight down into her stomach – but my eyes were locked on the redhead as she shuddered and came as well, two fingers pressed against the tiny little nubbin of her clit and her jaw clenched tight to keep from crying out. Soon…
“Sooooo…” From her place in the passenger seat, Abby drew her comment out into about six syllables, letting the single-syllable word slide into six.
“Yes?” I said mildly as I slowly drove back down the highway, silently afraid that I knew what her unspoken question was going to be about.
“Collars,” she said simply.
“It wasn’t my idea,” I quickly repeated. Is that my new mantra… I glanced up as I drove under the overpass, merged right, and started up the cloverleaf exit ramp. “It was all them.”
“Uh huh.” Abby’s two words practically dripped with disbelief as she hid her smirk by looking out the window at the passing landscape. “You were just getting ready to nail one of them, and then they all confessed their adoration and worship and insisted that they wear dog collars as proof of their devotion.”
“That’s exactly what happened!” I was a bit ashamed that my voice was about two octaves higher than normal, and I blushed furiously as much from my squeaked response as from the subject matter.
“Right.” The platinum blonde flashed me another knowing smirk and turned back to the landscape while my cheeks continued to burn.
The rest of the morning had passed relatively normally – well, as normal as a teenage boy living with six horny, submissive, sex-crazed little girls (and fucking most of them roughly) in a post-apocalyptic world filled with cannibal rapists and shadowy paramilitary forces who turn malls into fortresses could actually be. Meg hadn’t said a word as Lam and I snuck back into the apartment, and in fact had pretended to be asleep as the Asian girl crept back to the bedrooms to find some clothing and I slipped into the kitchenette to get more coffee – but I could tell that she was awake, and that something very, very strange was going on in the depths of her mind. I didn’t say anything about it when she joined me in the kitchen, and indeed she seemed like the same-old, gung-ho Marine… but still, she almost seemed to exude this undercurrent of secrecy, an undercurrent that just added to the general weirdness filling my life.
One by one the girls filtered into the area, each dressed in as little as possible given the rising heat and humidity. It was difficult not to get distracted as I took my seat at the table while Rachel, Abby, Paisley, and Lillian scrounged up breakfast – everywhere I seemed to look there were tiny little half-naked forms dressed in the sheerest, skimpiest of panties and training bras and skin-tight tees, and my senses threatened to shut down from the sheer amount of exposed little-girl flesh surrounding me. The food was finally ready (a rather salty oatmeal, some nuts, and the glorious coffee), everyone took their seats, and we tried to wake up.
The conversation was light and pointless, mostly about whether or not we should loot the tower apartments of videos and how we would manage to watch anything if we were trying to keep a low profile. Certain subjects we were careful to avoid… such as the fact that we were already totally out of fruits and vegetables, we were running low on coffee, and that four of the girls had swallowed my spunk with the past twelve hours. It was Paisley who finally dropped the bomb as she pointed at the metaphoric elephant in the room. “I wanna collar too!” the little pigtailed brunette declared loudly. “’N I want Mister Mike to shoot his boy-stuff into my tummy too!!!”
I almost choked as Paisley made the demand, and it was only through sheer force of will that I managed to swallow the mouthful of coffee warming my tongue. “Wha?” I managed to mumble in an astonished voice.
“Lillian has a collar, ‘n Lam has a collar,” the pigtailed brunette pointed out insistently, trying to get her way through sheer force of logic. “’N Rachel says she’s gonna get a collar, so I want one too! ‘N Lillian ‘n Rachel got to eat all of your stuff last night when you put it on me, ‘n I know that Lam got to eat a lot, but I only got a few drops from your thingy last night! It’s not fair!!!”
I stared at the other five around the table, taking in their feelings on the subject in a glance. Lillian’s cheeks burned brightly enough to start a fire, but she still reached up and tugged down the collar of her tee to show the others the leather band around her neck. Rachel looked sheepish, almost as if she had been caught doing something bad, but she still cast me hopeful glances every few seconds. Meg and Abby looked confused for a moment, before the redhead’s face twisted into an annoyed mask while the platinum blonde snorted with amusement. And Lam merely shrugged, reached into her lap, and fastened her dog collar around her neck.
“Collars and facials?” Meg sneered in disgust, although whether it was real or feigned I had no idea. “Really?”
“It wasn’t my idea,” I quickly said defensively.
“And it wasn’t a facial,” Rachel added just as quickly. “It was… on her body…”
“It was not his idea,” Lam interjected. “He did not force us to wear them. It was our idea, both Lillian and mine. They are marks of our devotion to Michael. Do you have a problem with that, Colonel?”
“I didn’t say that,” the redhead grumped. “I just…”
“Just what?” Lillian asked simply, exchanging her embarrassment for annoyance as her eyes narrowed and she glared at the Marine. I tensed but kept my mouth shut as the sex-crazed, punishment-obsessed little girl was replaced by the steely resolve of the President. “Is there something that you wish to say, Colonel?” she added, her voice only a few degrees above absolute zero.
Meg glanced at everyone, and I tried to communicate that I too had no idea what was going on simply through my eyes but knew that I had failed when she simply scowled and slouched in her chair. “Just forget it,” she muttered darkly with a dismissive wave of her hand.
The conversation died for several minutes, until Abby finally got it going again with a discussion about the grocery store. “I think it would be a good idea if we did a quick raid, maybe see if we can get some supplies.”
“What do we need from there that we can’t get from the towers?” I asked.
“Fruits and vegetables,” the platinum blonde replied. “Our nutrition is shit, we need something better. Most of the crap we’re getting from the refrigerators is old, and there are no canned goods to speak of. It’s like they were all paleo-health nuts living here.”
“Or they always ate out,” added Lillian.
“Yeah, we need more stuff,” Rachel interjected. “We need less carbs ‘n more fruits. I’m getting fat.”
I paused, my spoon halfway to my mouth as I glanced at Rachel. “Really?” I asked dubiously as I looked the rail-thin, semi-clad blonde up and down.
“Yeah.” The tiny blonde flipped her ponytail over one shoulder, slouched, and peered down past the twin triangles of fabric that barely covered her non-existent breasts and at her flat belly with an annoyed glare. “I’m becoming a big ol’ porker,” she added as she dug her fingers into her stomach and wriggled her non-existent flab.
“It is not that bad,” Lam opined. “We are probably losing muscle tone from lack of activity. After all, Ma… Michael is the only one of us who gets regular exercise.”
“They’re right,” Lillian said forcefully. “I’ve noticed I’m getting pudgy too. We need something more than what we’ve found to eat. And we need to start getting more exercise.”
That prompted a fierce debate among the girls as to whether or not an all-meat, all-carb diet supplemented by vitamins was actually healthy, a debate in which I avoided participation as I let them hash it out. On one side were Rachel, Lillian, and Abby, all three of which insisted that canned fruits and vegetables – which were in short supply in the towers – would suffice until we could find some steady supply of fresh, while Lam and Meg argued that we could make do with what we had. Paisley kept out of the argument, but I did feel her tiny foot stroking the back of my calf under the table as the voice of the other five grew more intense as the conversation grew more heated. Finally – somehow – a general consensus was reached, and suddenly I found myself appointed head of a quick-and-dirty scavenging strike on the abandoned store.
Meg hadn’t liked it, but between her still-healing leg and the need for decent mobility called for with our impromptu raid on the abandoned grocery store everyone ultimately agreed that she was in no condition to join me on the expedition. The realization that one of them would be getting out of the towers – with their fuck toy-slash-boyfriend-slash-master at the helm of the ship – sparked another furious debate among the girls as each tried to twist the logic of the situation into proof that they were the only rational choice to venture forth. Paisley, Rachel, and Lam dropped out of the running quickly as their obvious skill sets either made them too valuable or too great a liability, which left Lillian and Abby. After a brief whispered conversation punctuated by animated waves of their arms and near-constant finger-pointing in my direction, it was decided that the pixie-haired blonde would be my companion for the afternoon and her Latina competition bowed out gracefully, albeit with a look of regret. A little time to get dressed and armed, one quick dash out the doors and into the Audi, and we were on the road.
“You still have the shopping list?” I asked for what I think was the umpteen-billionth time.
“Yeah, I got it.” The hem of her tiny tee rode up, providing me with a flash of flesh between it and the waistband of her bike shorts, as she leaned slightly and pulled a somewhat crumpled piece of paper out of the elastic. “Canned fruit, canned vegetables, any medicines that we think we could use. Dried foods, preserved foods. Bottled water if we can swing it.”
I gave a half-nod as I slowed to make the turn into the grocery store parking lot. “Got it. Pretty much everything, in other words.”
“Yeah. Uhm… Cookies and ice cream – one guess who wanted those on the list,” she opined as she grinned a crooked grin, and I joined her as the memory of the insistent Paisley holding her ground and stamping her foot defiantly as she crossed her bare forearms across her flat chest flashed through my mind. “And, in the Colonel’s words, ‘Anything nice and lethal that can kill.’”
“Well, we could always use more,” I replied as I gave a nod of my head in the direction of her feet, where my shotgun and her tiny pistol lay nestled between her tiny tennis shoes. I slowed the Audi even further and felt my pulse quicken a bit as I navigated into the parking lot. Nothing had changed from the previous day… a series of six flatbeds stood in a neat row in front of the store, lacking only a tractor to haul them away, while a couple of beat-up and crumpled cars were pushed off to one edge of the asphalt. Beyond the trailers sat the store, dark, silent, and looking almost abandoned.
“Can you tell if anyone’s in there?” Abby asked, her voice sounding tense and small as she peered through the windshield.
“No, I can’t,” I said. I slowly let my foot off the brake and let the car roll forward, the engine a low, sullen grumble as I turned the wheel and slid past the trailers. They were large, industrial, and empty, but other than a bit of wear and a few dried leaves caught around the wheels they looked ready to move at a moment’s notice. “I… Maybe they were interrupted,” I said, more to myself than to my seatmate.
“That might be what happened,” she agreed. She tapped my shoulder and pointed, and I braked gently as I looked past the trailers and at the front of the store. There, concealing the darkened alcove that led inside, stood a series of wooden pallets, all neatly stacked and providing just enough room through which a body could squeeze. Several waterlogged cardboard boxes sat on the asphalt next to them, their surfaces looking soggy and sun-bleached as they sagged slightly.
“I think we’ve gone as far as we can,” I said as I put the transmission into park and turned the key. As the interior was plunged into silence I glanced at the little girl, who returned a somewhat spooked look in return. “We still up for doing this?” I asked.
Abby glanced at the ominous maze and the darkened interior, and gave a little shudder. “I… Yeah,” she said in a tone that made it obvious that she wished she could be elsewhere at that moment. “We’ve gotta get the stuff.”
“You don’t have to prove anything to anyone,” I quickly said. “I won’t tell if you just stay out here, I can sneak in myself.”
“No,” she quickly replied. She fixed me with a determined look, and took a shuddering breath as she steeled herself. “I’m in. Let’s go.”
I tossed the strap of the small black duffle bag over one shoulder, it’s mostly-empty form hanging low with the few tools we thought we might need for our raid, and made sure my shotgun was ready. Abby checked the magazine of her tiny little pistol, thumbed the safety, and fixed me with a somewhat sickly grin. I nodded, took one last look around, and opened the door.
We peered about to make sure that there were no Feral lurking around, and then slowly opened the doors. The oppressive, muggy heat slammed into us the second we stepped outside, the mid-July sun blazing down on us as sweat beaded on our foreheads. “Fuckin’ hot,” I mumbled as I gripped the shotgun tight and tried to see through the maze of pallets.
“It’s summer,” the blonde replied in a similarly distracted tone as her head darted from side to side, trying to keep everything in sight at the same time. “Supposed to be hot. Boxes first?”
“’K.”
We slowly made our way forward to the cardboard, and I kept watch while Abby pulled open one of the lids. “They’re full of rolls of plastic,” she said in a mystified tone. “Thin stuff. Don’t know why it’s here.”
“I think it was to wrap whatever went on the pallets,” I replied. I took a half-step forward and stuck my head between two stacks of wood, making sure that my shotgun led the way as I peered into the storefront. My eyes took a second to adjust to the shadows, but I saw nothing more menacing than signage advertising potted plants for sale at only $19.99 each. “Looks like nobody’s home,” I added, my words more a hopeful wish than a definitive statement. “Ready to go in?”
“No, but let’s do it anyway.” The tiny blonde pressed close behind me, her sweaty body against my back, as I slipped through the pallets. The obstructions made the alcove dim and murky, but nothing leapt out at us. I did note that the doors were open, and two lines of abandoned shopping carts stood silent sentry opposite a set of shelves containing various bottles and boxes of foodstuffs. Staged right in front of the doors were three pallet jacks, the wheeled forks looking brand-new and never used, waiting patiently to be put to use.
“This place is fucking creepy,” Abby whispered as she snuggled closer into my back. The tiny blonde girl shivered a bit as she peered around my side and into the darkness of the store. “I mean, serial-killer-in-a-horror-flick-cut-off-the-sexy-blonde’s-head scary!” she elaborated as she tightened the grip on her pistol and spared a glance behind us. “Who did this, and where are they?”
“I know what you mean,” I agreed. “Somebody – probably the mall people – got ready to loot this place, but it looks like they didn’t even get a chance to start.”
“But what happened?”
“I don’t know.” I took another couple of steps in, my eyes trying to peer at everything at once as I moved deeper into the depths of the store. “Maybe they started before the ‘whatever thing’ happened, and then just vanished?”
“But wouldn’t that mean that they knew it was going to happen?” Abby whispered.
“Maybe. I dunno.” I glanced behind us and spared a covetous glance at the sunlight behind, took a deep breath, and steeled my nerves. “We can’t just stand here,” I said in a soft yet firm voice. “Let’s keep going.”
The little girl didn’t answer, but she kept close as we slowly crept into the entrance of the store. Murky sunlight oozed through the dirty and dusty windows, casting the brown tile floor in a sick, wan light that didn’t do much to brighten the situation. Without taking my eyes off the dark interior, I reached into the small of my back and pulled out the heavy police flashlight, juggling it and my shotgun as I tried to thumb the button. A quiet click, and a bright beam of light shot forth and chased away some of the shadows...
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