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The New Order: Chapter 14 - Dirty Words
by The Pediatrician
mg; mdom; tf; oral; mast; caution
“I… think it’s spaghetti sauce,” I replied quietly. I placed the light off to the side and over a small bundle of boxes, some of which had tumbled to the floor and broken open. Several shards of glass gleamed in the light, and I felt my tension ease just the slightest bit. “I think a box fell over or something, and a bunch of jars broke open. It’s not blood,” I quickly added.
“Yeah,” she replied dubiously. “But that doesn’t mean that there isn’t something in here.”
The tone of her voice gave me pause, and I swung the light around so I could see. The platinum blonde’s face was flushed and her flat chest heaved, her eyes wide and her jaw clenched as her gaze darted around the entrance. “You okay?” I asked as I spared a glance over my shoulder to make sure nothing was sneaking up on us.
“I… yeah,” she replied. There was an odd look in her eyes, half-scared and half-excited, almost as if she couldn’t quite decide how she was feeling. She took a deep, shuddering breath and gave a little shake to her head. “I’m just keyed up,” she admitted as she ducked her head to avoid my gaze.
Weird. “Okay,” I said, my brow furrowed as I turned back towards the darkness. “Just stick close, and try not to draw any attention.
I could feel her body heat against my back as we slowly moved into the gaping maw of the store proper. It wasn’t absolutely dark… there were sets of small, grimy windows in the corners of the cavernous, warehouse-like facility, but the center of the store proper was pitch black. The buzz of flies filled the air, and a horrific reek of rotting vegetation assailed my nostrils as we paused in front of a series of bins. The light played over a small yellow placard advertising peaches at only $2.99 a pound, but the display above was filled with a toxic-looking black sludge upon which small patches of white fuzz floated. “Want some fresh fruit?” I asked softly as I stifled a gag and tried to lighten the mood.
“Maybe later,” Abby whispered in reply. “There are s’more stacks of wood over there,” she added.
I moved the beam over to our left, illuminating another stack of pallets near one of the long line of silent checkout lanes that seemed to stretch into the darkness. “I think we should avoid the edges,” I remarked as I guided the little girl in their general direction. “Stores tend to keep all their fresh stuff in coolers and freezers on the sides, so most of that stuff will be rotten.”
“Why didn’t they finish?” Abby asked as we passed a small kiosk-thing displaying magazines that seemed to mostly feature celebrities dating and breaking up and having babies. “It looks like they started to loot this place, but then just… stopped.” She paused and waved her hand violently around her head, blowing gusts of air through her lips as she tried to disperse the cloud of flies buzzing around her skull. “D’ya think they…”
“Let’s just concentrate on the job,” I said, cutting her off in mid-sentence. “We need to stay alert.” In truth I stopped her line of questioning as much for me as for her – given the dull tension ache playing around the base of my skull and the sheer spooky nature of the store, I didn’t want to think about the fate of the would-be looters. “This way,” I added, pointing with my shotgun in the direction of the center aisles. “I think we should check out the pharmacy.”
We moved deeper into the store, passing a dark and warm refrigeration display that reeked of spoiled milk and rotting butter, and turned right. The pharmacy was nothing but a dark, gaping maw, and when I played the flashlight beam over the interior I actually started. There was nothing there… and when I say nothing, I mean absolutely nothing. Except for empty metal shelves and a sad, forlorn-looking desk with open drawers, the entire contents of the place had been removed. “They even took the registers,” I commented lamely as I tried to wrap my head around what I was seeing.
“They took everything,” Abby added. I felt her shudder and her tiny body press against mine, and for a heartbeat I had an image of the pre-teen’s nude body glistening before my gaze, her face a mask of pain as I pressed her head against the tile of the shower and pushed my cockhead into her tight, tiny asshole. Not now! I mentally shouted at my stirring cock, more ashamed that I was getting aroused just by her presence and realizing that if I didn’t stay focused, I would be tempted to toss her on the empty counter and fuck her brains out right there. Of course, she didn’t make it easy on me… “Why did they empty the pharmacy and not start with the food?” she asked as she wriggled her little temptress body against mine.
“Maybe they needed drugs more than food. And stop doing that!” I hissed. I took half a step away and glowered down at the little girl, my face a mask of annoyance. “Are you intentionally trying to be a cocktease right now?”
“Maybe.” She smiled broadly, showing a row of perfect teeth as a wicked gleam glimmered in her eyes. “Am I being bad? Do you need to spank me, daddy?” she asked as she cocked a hip in my direction, offering her lycra-clad backside to my itching palm.
“Are you getting horny?!?” Jesus…
“Maybe.”
What the Hell is it with these girls… “Let’s keep going,” I replied. As we moved past the pharmacy and deeper into the store I swallowed heavily. “That is something I think we need to talk about,” I added almost distractedly as I kept glancing down aisles, keeping an eye out for anything that might cause us harm. “I’ve noticed that you girls tend to get aroused at the most inopportune times… like right now.” Pause at the end of an aisle, turn and shine the light, nothing but pots and pans and cooking utensils, quick turn and shine it down the other way, nothing there but magazines, keep moving. “Are you becoming danger junkies or something?” She didn’t reply, and I glanced over my shoulder and took in her brilliantly blushing face. “Christ…” I muttered as I turned my attention back to my surroundings.
“I can’t help it, it’s not like I want to get horny now,” she stammered quietly.
“Just try to keep it in your pants for now,” I replied. Glance left, glance right, nothing, keep moving. “I don’t think we’re alone in here.”
“Feral?” Abby’s voice was tight and scared as she pressed herself more fully against my back.
“N… no, I don’t think so.” We could hear movement – nothing large and nothing too aggressive, but rather small scrapes and the occasional roll of a can on the tile floor as something brushed up against something. “Those things make a bee-line for us. This is different… It’s almost like it’s keeping hidden.”
“We’re here,” she replied. I paused and flashed the light up to the signs, and found that we were indeed in the canned fruits and vegetables aisle. I silently kept watch as Abby fumbled with the folded duffle bag tucked into the back of my jeans, and she unfolded the canvas as she moved a few feet down. “What should I get?” she whispered as she snatched can after can of peaches off the shelf, each one making a dull metallic clunk as it fell onto the one below.
“I don’t think it matters all that much,” I said. Was that something?!? I spun behind us and could have sworn that I saw a flash of movement for a heartbeat as something dashed across our path, but I couldn’t really see anything. A scrape of something against tile behind us, and I spun to see nothing there. “Just grab stuff quickly.”
“Should I get apricots? I don’t really like apricots.”
“Then don’t get them but get something else!” I hissed in annoyance. Something’s coming…
“Ooo! Pineapple, I’ll get pineapple!”
“It doesn’t fucking matter, just grab everything!”
“But I don’t want to get something I don’t like!” she whined.
“Jesus fucking Christ!” My voice was hard and tight as I hissed at the little girl. “This isn’t a fucking trip to the fucking mall! Just get what we need and don’t think so much about it!”
I heard rapid padding behind us, and spun with both flashlight and shotgun ready… and my beam illuminated a medium-sized dog! It’s black fur was matted and shaggy, and it stood at the end of the aisle peering at us with a quizzical expression on its face, almost as if it couldn’t quite figure out what we were doing. My heart started to beat a little faster as it took a half-step forward, and then another – and then a second dog turned the corner behind it, a bit smaller, and a third that was half the size of the first. “Abby!” I hissed quietly.
“I’m gonna get canned pears, I don’t really like them…”
“Abby, not now!”
Everything seemed to happen in an instant… The two larger dogs at the end hunched their backs and growled as the fur on their backs raised, and I heard a dashing movement behind us. I didn’t hesitate, and as I dropped the flashlight and turned the three lunged forward. Gripping my shotgun tight I lashed out, grasped the back of Abby’s shorts, and heaved the girl up as hard as I could. The sound of clothing ripping was drowned out by her squeal of surprise as the pre-teen shot up to the top of the shelf, but I didn’t even have time to think as I leapt upwards as well, my shoes sending a cascade of canned goods clattering to the floor as I too tried to gain altitude. I felt something bump against my heel as I perched myself six feet in the air, my eyes wide and my breathing labored as I tried to peer through the gloom and snarling, snapping dogs threw themselves up at us. “Abby!” I yelled.
“Fuck!” The curse sounded incongruous coming from her pre-teen mouth, and I looked over to see a dog as big as she was snarling and snapping as it tried to climb up after her. “Where the fuck did they come from?!?”
“Are you okay?” I shouted over the barrage of barking.
“Ya!” A brilliant flash assailed my eyes and the sharp CRACK! of a gunshot punched my ears as the little girl pulled the trigger on her pistol. There was a yelp of pain and a titanic crash, and the shelf I was perched upon shuddered as a large, heavy body slammed into it a few tiers down. “The proklyaty thing got my shoe!”
I took a millisecond to get my bearings. There were at least six of them, large and pissed and vicious, barking and snarling as they leapt up at us. In the offset beam from the flashlight I saw more running back and forth, their paws darting through the beam as they moved to encircle us. “Look out!” I shouted as I pointed my barrel down below us and pulled the trigger. The shotgun blast sounded like the crack of doom in the enclosed store, and in the flash of the barrel I could see nothing but teeth and rage and foaming spittle and black fur as demonic jaws of death lunged at me. Darkness crashed back down, and I could hear a howl of agony over the ringing in my ears as my target took the full blast and crashed into the shelf below me. “Keep shooting, try to drive them off!” I ordered as I racked the slide.
Abby didn’t answer, but instead pulled the trigger of her tiny pistol in a slow, steady rhythm, a firm yet soft pop-pop-pop of bullets as she fired blindly into the roiling mass of flesh below us. Each shot flashed like a camera, illuminating the dogs racing around beneath our perches. I tried to keep count but there were too many – more than five, including the one that lay in a crumpled heap at the base of my shelf. And then Abby’s pistol went CLICK! as she fired her last bullet, so I gripped the top of my shelf so hard that the metal cut into my hand and leaned out into the air and pulled the trigger, and the shotgun roared once more and there was the sound of agonized howling and scrabbling of nails on tile as the smell of cordite and blood filled my nostrils and distant whimpering howls several rows over as the pack scattered…
“Did we get them all? Did we get them?” Abby’s voice was tight, high-pitched and almost squeaking as she spoke a little too loudly – although, given the ringing in my ears from the gunshots in an enclosed space, I was grateful for her volume. “Are they dead?”
“I don’t know!” I replied, my own voice tight and hard. I balanced atop the shelf and racked a new shell into the chamber, and then tried to peer through the gloom at the aisle below us to see. Far too many shadows, nowhere near enough light, and the beam from the flashlight was pointing at twinned cans of beets bracketing a twitching, blood-soaked dog’s paw.
“We should go after them!”
“No, we should get the supplies and get out of here!” I insisted. Can’t stay up here forever I thought, and with an annoyed scowl on my face I slowly clambered down the shelf, trying to see down the aisle in both directions while keeping a ear open for scrabbling talons and trying not to knock over any cans as I reached the floor and regained my flashlight.
“If we kill them all, we don’t have to rush!” Abby was insistent as she too clambered down. I played the light over her tiny form and saw an uncomfortable look on her face, but any questions were stilled in my throat as she arched her back and pulled down on her shorts and panties. :”You tore my pants half-off as you wedged them up,” she explained with a look of annoyance.
“Yeah, well, I was fucking rushed. We need to move.” I reached down and scooped up the duffle bag, taking half a second to loop the straps over my shoulders so that it hung down my back like an oversized pack. “I’ll keep watch, you fill it with whatever you can grab,” I said as I looked at both ends of the aisle in quick succession.
“We should go after them!” Abby’s voice was insistent as she kicked a can and sent it skittering down the aisle, causing me to wince at the noise.
“We don’t have the ammunition!” I shot back.
“But you have your shotgun!”
“Enough!” Why the Hell is she acting like this… I lashed out and grabbed the shoulder of her tee shirt, twisting the fabric in my hand as I pulled the little girl close. “We don’t have time, we don’t have the ammo, and we don’t have the people!” I hissed. “We need to get some supplies and get out of here! We’ll make a plan and clear this place out later, but for right now we just have to get what we came for and go!”
With our faces as close to each others’ I didn’t need the flashlight to see her wide-eyed look of astonishment as my words rang in her ears. “But Mike, I…” she stammered as she squirmed in my grip.
“Stop arguing and do what I say!” I paused, suddenly taken aback at the words coming out of my mouth. Why the Hell am I acting like this? I asked myself – but because of our situation I pushed my uncertainties to the back of my brain and decided to deal with them later. “I gave you an order and I expect you to obey! Now do what I told you to do!”
Abby gaped at me for a moment, and then she ducked her head in a tiny little nod of agreement. We were both silent as we slowly moved down the aisle, me turning back and forth to keep the ends of the aisle in sight to make sure nothing was sneaking up on us, she grabbing cans of fruits and vegetables off the shelf and dropping them in the duffle. The weight hanging from my back grew heavier and heavier but it wasn’t anything that I couldn’t handle in my transformed state, and the little girl paused in her packing before we were even half-way down. “I can’t fit any more in, it’s all full,” she said in a tiny voice.
“Okay, good. Let’s go.” I gripped her upper arm with my free hand and led her down the aisle, and we exited near the end of the register line in an area that was vaguely illuminated by the dim, murky sunlight shining through the cloudy windows in one corner. “We’re going now,” I insisted, giving her a little push as I spun to look behind and then in front of us. I could hear claws on tile and sense movement in the shadows all around us, and I knew that the remains of the pack were keeping us in sight as we moved back towards the entrance. “Keep an eye out, don’t do anything stupid,” I added as we approached the pharmacy.
“I won’t, I promise,” Abby replied, her words small and clipped as she moved in front of me. She did take half a step to her right and snatched a stack of magazines from one of the endcaps – something featuring a Hollywood starlet with big boobs dating some boy-band douche – and threw me a fearful glance, afraid that I might object. But I decided that it wasn’t worth the fight and she was still moving in the right direction, so I let it slide. “We’re almost there,” she mentioned as we entered the Rotting Vegetation department.
“Right. Let’s go.” I herded the little girl before me as we accelerated, and by the time we hit the doors we were practically running. Behind us I could hear the dogs running as well, but a quick glance behind told me that they weren’t following so I put them out of my mind. Past the pallets, into the oppressive, burning sunshine, and then I was flinging the full duffle into the backseat of the Audi while Abby piled into the passenger seat. I slid the shotgun into the passenger footwell and clambered in myself, convinced that I would feel claws and teeth on me at any second…
The doors to the Audi slammed shut with a twin CLUNK! as Abby and I made damn sure that nothing in the store could actually get at us. The interior was filled with our panting, and despite the sweat rolling down my face I felt absolutely no desire to crack a window. “That was… too fucking… intense!” I gasped as I peered through the windshield. The gaping darkness of the store was empty, none of the dogs following us out into the sunshine – but I could swear that I felt their eyes on us. “There must be a pack of them in there… made it their home or something…”
I heard a dull gasping from beside me, and as I turned to look at Abby I was startled as the little girl practically leapt on top of me. Between my smaller stature and her truly diminutive size there was plenty of room for her to move, and before I could react she was straddling my lap, one leg wedged painfully between the seat and the door and her other thigh braced against the center console. I managed to choke out a muffled “Wha?” before she fastened her lips to mine, her tongue flicking into my mouth as she ground her lycra-clad pussy against my rapidly stiffening cock.
She broke the kiss with a loud smack, pressed her forehead against mine, and gripped my wrists in her tiny hands. “Fuck me,” she whispered as she pressed my palms against her chest. Her nipples were hard enough to cut diamonds, tiny little nubs of hyper-sensitive flesh that seemed to grow even harder as she humped me through the tattered remains of her shorts. “Fuck me, daddy!” she begged in a pleading voice. “I was bad, spank me, fuck me! Fuck me like a whore!”
I didn’t need to be told twice… With a growl of pure lust I tore the rest of her shorts away, stripping her bare from the waist down and exposing her hairless slit fully. She raised herself slightly and the parking brake dug into her knee as we both fumbled with the front of my jeans, and my cock practically sprang from my pants as our lips met once more. Without taking her mouth from mine, the little girl grasped my throbbing member with one tiny hand and wormed the tip between her non-existent lips, spreading her slick oils over my cockhead as she rolled her hips. And then slowly, far too slowly for my impatient animal brain, she pressed her body down, sliding inch after inch of her straining pre-teen cunt onto my stiff rod. “Ah!” she whimpered in pain as I bottomed out inside of her, filling her underage pussy completely. “It hurts! Ah! God, I’m such a whore!” She gave me another kiss and rolled her hips, whining into my mouth as she worked herself more fully down on me. “I’m a whore!” she repeated as she raised up a bit and then let herself drop down, and then again. “I’m a whore!” she insisted as she humped me, moving more forcefully with each bounce, riding me almost as if her life depended on it. “I’m a whore! I’m a whore!” she chanted, each word a mantra as she drove herself higher. “Tell me I’m a whore!”
“You’re a whore, a slut, a filthy little cunt!” I gripped her hips in my palms and brought her down onto me, spearing into her completely as she gasped and sobbed and surrendered her body to me. “You’ve been dreaming of this all day, haven’t you?!?” I hissed as I brought my palm down across her ass, slapping her cheek with as much force as I could muster in our position. The sound of flesh-slapping-flesh filled my ears, and the little girl squeaked and jumped, a move that actually speared her on me even harder.
“Yes!” Abby threw back her head, letting her shaggy platinum hair dangle as she curled her body against mine, letting her arms dangle behind her back. I slipped one arm around her waist and gripped her wrists in my hand, holding her firm as I drove her down upon my cock. “I’m sorry daddy, I’m sorry, please fuck me and spank me!”
“A slutty little cunt who only uses her pussy to get what she wants!” I added. Another slap across her ass and she moaned in pure lust, and her hips rolled even faster as she ground herself down on me, lost in the haze of her submissive passion. “A whore who deserves to be spanked and fucked, fucked and spanked, over and over again!”
“Yes!” Her breathing was growing heavier, and sweat poured from her body as she lost herself to the act. The cabin of the Audi reeked of her body, of her pussy, of her sheer little-girl fertileness, and I could feel my higher brain functions vanishing as I too gave myself over to my lusts. She DESERVES this… I thought as I kissed the side of her neck and tasted her on my lips.
“You deserve this!” I hissed into her ear, giving voice to my thoughts. “You deserve all of this, ‘cause all you’re good for is taking my cock!” I merely panted as I forced her up and down, up and down, using her tiny body as a surrogate sex-toy while she teetered on the edge of the little death, helpless in the hormonal rush coursing through her body. And then a wicked thought occurred to me… “Your name is Whore, and you belong to me ‘cause you’re good for nothing else!” I declared forcefully as I drove her down onto me.
It had to be the combination of the adrenaline surging through her pre-teen body from the dog attack, coupled with her sheer lust and my dominating words. Whatever it was, Abby threw back her head and gasped, her entire body tensing so tightly that I momentarily feared she would break something as she trembled above me. Her stretched-tight pussy undulated, almost stroking my cock as she came, and the sensations sent me shuddering over the edge as well, and I gripped her waist tight and pressed my hips up as I came, filling her pre-teen womb with what felt like gallons of spunk. She whimpered slightly, a high-pitched keen of pain-filled pleasure, a squirmed slightly as she felt me seed coating the inside of her body, but I was too far gone and held her tight, almost growling as I came inside the little girl on top of me.
I don’t know how long we stayed like that, but it was a while. Abby remained atop me, impaled on my cock, her tiny body shuddering every so often with an aftershock of her orgasm as she feasted on my lips. I stroked her back, running my fingers from the top of her spine down to her backside, pushing her shirt up to just under her armpits so that I could kiss her tiny nipples. “Daddy…” she whispered. “Daddy…”
There wasn’t really that much more to say about our adventure. After we shared one last kiss, after she cleaned herself up as best as she could and tied her shredded shorts around her hips to regain the slightest bit of modesty, after we secured our prizes and hit the road again, my thoughts turned back to the way she had acted, both in the store and in the car. “Abby,” I began slowly.
“Hmm?” she asked. I glanced at her out of the corner of my eye and saw her smug, satisfied look, and I just couldn’t think of the best was to articulate my question.
“Nothing,” I finally said. But I knew that Abby had become yet another mystery with which to deal, and I had a sneaking suspicion that I would have to deal with it sooner rather than later.
The encounter with the dog pack in the grocery store had worn me out, and as soon as I had escorted both her and our prizes into the apartment I crashed out on my bed for a quick catnap. Three hours later I awoke both famished and horny, with a half-naked Rachel snuggling up against me. The latter need was easily taken care of – and Rachel too seemed to enjoy my attentions as I pinned her body to the mattress and fucked her tight little pussy from behind, depositing a nice, thick load deep inside her pre-teen womb as she whimpered and struggled and begged me to be merciful. The former need was taken care of shortly after, and I have to admit that the canned meat and vegetables tasted wonderful in light of our carb-rich diet over the past few weeks. I spent another hour in the shade of our balcony, relaxing with a cold beer and mulling over things.
Ferals are bad enough, I thought with a frown. But NOW we’ve got to deal with dog packs? I wasn’t sure which was worse… the Feral were few in number but semi-intelligent, while the packs of dogs that had gone wild in the month since all this started were likely to get more numerous and much more predatory. As I leaned forward and peered out over the countryside I saw a single, solitary animal form dart out of the foliage surrounding the office park and dash across the parking lot, and the whatever-it-was moved so fast and was gone so quickly that I couldn’t tell if it were a smallish dog or a largish fox. Too complicated, and the corners of my mouth turned down as I grunted a bit. “We need to start getting some defenses up,” I muttered.
“What was that?” a young voice asked. I glanced over my shoulder as Lillian joined me on the balcony, and my frown turned into a tiny smile as I took in her bare legs, her tight shorts and midriff-baring tee, and the twin, jet-black pigtails draped over her shoulders. A light little bruise encircled one incredibly tiny wrist, a souvenir from my aggression the night before, and even though I had practically just finished fucking the hell out of Rachel I felt a stirring in my jeans as my cock appreciated the view. “Did you say something about defense?” the Latina asked as she folded her forearms on the railing and peered out over the countryside.
I’ll admit that I took half a second to stare at her flat backside that seemed to wriggle just inches in front of my face, and instead shook my head slightly and brought my concentration back to the present. “I was thinking that we need to start building up the defenses in this place,” I replied. I leaned forward, lightly gripped her waist, and pulled her onto my lap, and the girl actually wriggled a bit as she sank down on top of me. “The Feral are bad enough, but if we now have to deal with dog packs…”
“Yeah, that’s a real problem.” Lillian gnawed at her lower lip, and for a heartbeat I saw past the worried, pensive little pre-teen and saw the President of the United States once again. But then she wriggled her backside just a bit and she instantly returned to my little sex kitten. “We’re safe up here, but staying up so high is impractical. You were talking about the pool house a while ago?”
“That’s just what I was thinking.” I wrapped my arms around her slim waist, and she sank against me and rested her head in the crux between my neck and shoulder. “We need to check it out, clear it out, and see just how strong we can make it.”
“I like how it’s raised up, and it has that fence around it,” she replied. Idly, almost absentmindedly, I dropped a hand down between her thighs, and she spread her legs automatically to allow me access. “We don’t even need to block off the windows that much, maybe just figure out a way to barricade the front door,” she added, her voice growing just a bit husky as my fingertips found her clit through her thin, silky shorts.
“That’s only the beginning,” I pointed out. It was weird… I was vaguely aroused by the wanton performance of the Latina on my lap, and I definitely was enjoying the tiny breathy moans and her squirming body against mine as I stroked her, but I didn’t really feel the need to actually do much more than that. Maybe I’ve been getting too much, I mused idly as I slipped my fingers beneath the elastic of the shorts, past the skin-tight panties, and wormed my pads into her white-hot slit. “We can get it barricaded enough for the short term, but Meg and I are planning on building walls around this entire place so we can have some freedom of movement,” I continued. I gave her a little kiss, one that she returned with heat, and I increased the tempo of my strokes against her clit. “Does a filthy little cunt need to get off?” I asked softly.
“Y… yeah,” she whimpered in reply. “But this is good right now, keep doing this, it’s getting me so hot. Unless you need to cum inside me,” she quickly added, raising her head and searching my face.
“Actually, I think I’m all shot out,” I noted with a wicked grin. I stiffened my middle finger and plunged it inside of her, and Lillian squeaked with surprise as I went back to worrying her clit. “You girls are doing a good job of making sure that I don’t get too backed up.” I gave her another quick kiss, and increased the tempo of my strokes once more. “Especially you,” I added as I hugged her tight with my other arm.
“I’m just… Ah! I’m just doing what I can to reward my hero.” She snuggled back in and spread her legs just a bit more, and I took that as an invitation to pull the crotch of her shorts aside to give me free access to her hairless, featureless slit. “Ah! Right there! Oh, you always make me cum so hard!” she remarked as she started rolling her hips in time to my strokes. “I wish I would have met you years ago.”
“Ah, so now I understand what you wanted,” I said softly. I pressed my lips close to her ear, whispering so quietly that only she could possibly hear me, as I tightened my grip around her waist and furiously frigged her clit. “You wanted to be able to be Little Miss Prim and Proper and Powerful out on the streets,” I murmured. “But when you got home, you would want me to use your body, right?”
“Yesssss,” she whisper/hissed in reply.
“You’d want me to tear off all those expensive suits, and push you down, and force my hard cock into your helpless body.”
“Yesss…”
“And you’d want me to fuck your pussy, ‘cause it’s all wet because you’d know that there’s nothing you could do to stop me!”
“Yesss!”
“And then I’d fuck your ass, and it would hurt and you’d cry, but you’d love it so much that you’d always beg me to do it again and again!”
“Yes!”
“And I’d fuck your face, and use your mouth like it was made for, to take my cock!”
“Yes!”
“And I’d pull out and cum all over your face, and make you just sit there with my stuff covering you, and you’d be so happy ‘cause deep down that’s all you are,” I finished, “a fuck-toy who’s only good for taking my cock!”
My words had their desired effect, and Lillian’s breathing grew ragged as she undulated on my lap and came, her thighs snapping shut as she tensed and whimpered and clutched my shoulders. I could feel the flood of her juices on my fingers, sticky and hot and sweet-smelling as I nuzzled the side of her neck. “Mmm,” she murmured softly as she relaxed against me and gave me a kiss. “That was good! Are you sure you don’t want a piece here?”
“Actually, I’m okay for now.” I was… and it actually troubled me a little bit. Is something changing? I wondered as I frowned a little bit. I could see the effect my concern had upon the tiny Latina who tensed herself in response to my mood, so I quickly wiped the look off my face and gave a little laugh. “Like I said, you girls have been draining me empty,” I lied. Don’t freak her out, but talk to Lam as soon as possible…
“Okay,” she replied dubiously as she relaxed once more and snuggled up against me. We sat quietly for a few minutes, basking in the warmth of the summer air and her orgasmic afterglow, and just were content with each other. “So what’s the deal with the Colonel?” she finally asked. “You fuck her yet?”
I almost choked at the blunt, blatant question. “Lil!” I remarked in astonishment.
“I’m only asking because we have a betting pool going,” she continued with an impish grin. “We’re all taking odds on how long you’re gonna keep it a secret before you two finally slip up and everyone finds out.”
“I don’t think this is an appropriate conversation,” I replied sternly. I gave her nipple a little tweak and was rewarded with a girlish squeak of surprise. “After all, I don’t go talking to the others about what I do with you now, do I?”
“Oh, it’s not like it’s a secret,” Lillian replied with a dismissive wave of her hand. She reached down, grasped my wrist, and pulled my fingers from between her thighs, closing her legs and settling in more firmly on my lap. “Everyone knows what you and I have been up to. In fact, we’ve been comparing notes. But the Colonel keeps insisting that you and her haven’t got it on yet.”
“Well… We haven’t,” I admitted.
“Wait! What?” Lillian sat bolt upright on my lap, peering at me with a look of combined confusion, disbelief, and disappointment. “You haven’t?” she asked.
“Haven’t what?” a melodic voice asked behind us. I craned my neck around and watched Rachel pad out onto the patio clad in nothing but a pair of panties and a small training bra, with a dress-shirt clad Paisley padding close behind like a puppy. “What hasn’t he done?” the blonde asked.
“He says he hasn’t fucked her yet,” Lillian replied in a tone that contained more than a bit of disgust.
“No!” Rachel fixed me with a hard look, her brow furrowing with annoyance as she peered at me. “That can’t be right! C’mon, Mikey, when’d you first nail her?”
“Nail who?” asked Paisley, her innocent voice totally guileless and filled with curiosity.
“Meg,” Lillian told the little girl.
“What about Meg?” asked Lam as she joined us on the porch. “She’s in with Abby right now. Is something wrong?”
“Mike’s claiming that he hasn’t slept with the Colonel yet,” Lillian explained.
“I can’t believe we’re talking about this,” I grumped. How did I lose control so fast…
“Master? Is this true?” asked the Asian girl.
“Why is it a big deal?” asked Paisley, clearly confused.
“What’s stopping you?” Lillian plainly asked.
“I… That is…” I sputtered. Four sets of pre-teen eyes fixed on me, and I’m not ashamed to admit that I squirmed under their interrogation and hard looks. “Look, I’m really not comfortable with this line of conversation…”
“Men!” Rachel huffed in disgust.
“Totally,” Lillian agreed.
“Master, I do not believe that it is something that can wait much more,” Lam intoned. Inwardly I sighed as she straightened a bit, her body carrying the authority of her medical knowledge yet at the same time lessened by the cartoon kitten on her tee-shirt declaring her to be purr-fect. “Given the continued stability of the social dynamic among us survivors, and given our apparent link to you physically – as well as socially and sexually – having an outsider who is not physically bonded to you might prove to be a disruptive influence.”
“So, you’re saying that I should just attack Meg, tear off her clothes, and do what I want to her?” I asked as my eyes bugged out of my skull.
“Yes,” Lillian replied.
“Totally,” Rachel agreed.
“Yes!” declared Paisley, clearly not quite understanding the conversation but not wanting to be left out.
“Perhaps not exactly like that, but you really do need to be physically intimate with her,” Lam concluded.
“Physically intimate with who?” a fifth voice added, and I groaned as Abby slid out onto the patio as well. “’Cause if you’re talking about me, I can tell you that there’s nothing to worry about there,” she continued with a wicked grin.
“We’re not talking about you,” Rachel replied, her tone a bit frosty.
“We are talking about the Colonel,” Lam provided.
“What about her?”
“Mike hasn’t slept with her yet,” Lillian supplied.
“What?!? D… Mike, what’s wrong with you?!?” Abby began to question my masculinity, while Rachel actually rose to my defense, Lam launched into a long dissertation about the beneficial effects of coitus upon Meg and my relationship as well as the possible repercussions if we demurred too long, Lillian merely smirked, and Paisley’s attention bounced back and forth between everyone. As for me, I merely sat there and wondered how I didn’t notice the minefield before I metaphorically stepped on one.
“Well, we can’t let this go on,” Rachel finally said.
“Agreed,” Lillian remarked.
“We’ll have to take control.”
“How?” asked Lam. “Remember, his initial contacts with us occurred organically. Now while I don’t know if it has a beneficial effect or not…”
“Uhm, excuse me?” I hoisted Lillian off of my lap, slid off the chair, and sidled around the edge of the crowd. “Really, there’s no need to…”
“Hush, Master,” Lam admonished.
“Yeah, hush!” Paisley added with a giggle.
“You’re useless, we’ll take care of it,” Rachel said.
“What are you planning?” I asked suspiciously.
“Later. You go now.” Abby made a rough waving motion with her fingers as she bade me to leave and turned her attention back to the four. I stood in the open door, staring at the quintet in astonishment – especially at the platinum blonde who, only a few short hours earlier, had begged to be punished while calling me Daddy, and the Latina who agreed to be my little sex-toy only minutes ago.
There was nothing more that I could do or say as the five began plotting, so I took refuge in my bedroom. Crap, I thought to myself as I flopped down onto the mattress face-first, grateful for once to be alone. This is getting SOOOO complicated!
Still, an image of a naked Meg floated up from the recesses of my brain, and the faint stirring in my cock told me that perhaps it was a complication I would welcome.
Nothing happened over the next few days. I knew that the girls were plotting something, but none of them ever spilled the beans – not even Lam, my glorious slave, who squirmed and was apologetic when she declined to tell me what would happen, but who accepted her punishment (which usually involved some aggressive sex) happily. Meg seemed to pick up on the weird vibe and knew that something was up, but as she couldn’t get a word out of the other five as well she merely shrugged and continued doing what she always did. Paisley, Rachel, Lam, Abby (anal in the shower), Lam again, Lillian, Lillian, Lillian and Rachel, Lillian and Paisley, Lam yet again, Abby once more (oral on the porch), Lillian, Lillian… All the girls loved our playtime, loved my attentions, loved worshiping my throbbing, spurting cock, loved feeling my weight on them as I slid inside their pre-teen pussies and deposited my seed in their undeveloped wombs – but none of them would tell me what they were plotting. Two days later I was still in the dark, and I grumpily resolved to roll with it whenever ‘IT’ occurred.
Then things got bad. And then they got much, much worse.
The first hint of trouble reared its ugly head during one of my frequent sessions with Rachel. I have to admit that the tiny little blonde girl held a special place in my heart – not only because she was my first lover (in this new, twisted world through which we moved), but because, with the addition of the other girls, she was forced to up her game. It wasn’t really fair, though… whereas the others brought energetic masochism, or devoted perversion, or even child-like innocence into the bedroom when they visited, only Rachel had the skills to make her own costumes.
“That… is very fucking hot,” I said as I stared at the girl with wide, astonished eyes and tried to wipe the drool from my chin.
“This? Why, it’s just my uniform, coach!” Rachel twirled, her twinned pigtails swinging around her head as the very, very short skirt fluttered around her hips, letting me see the skin-tight silk panties spray-painted over her flat backside. She grinned wickedly, shot her ass out in my direction as she flipped the skirt up her back, and winked at me over her shoulder. “My mom said that I had to do whatever it took to make sure I stayed on the squad, so I wanted to ask you what I could do.”
I reached out from my place in the soft, comfortable easy chair across from the bed and ran my fingertips along her bare thigh, and the touch of my pads against her warm, smooth flesh tore a little gasp from the tiny blonde’s lips. For the briefest of moments I wondered where she had gotten the material to create a perfectly fitting, pre-teen sized cheerleader outfit in dazzling crimson (complete with a pleated skirt, a skin-tight sweater-top, and tiny pink sneakers) with a gold capital V sewn onto the front. Of course, I only had the opportunity to muse for a heartbeat as my cock promptly sprang to attention and demanded that I do what comes naturally when a sexy little-girl slut makes you an offer like that. “Remind me again, what exactly did you do?” I asked with a smirk as I stroked her silk-covered backside.
Rachel turned back to face me, pouted, and cast her gaze down to my feet. “I… was cheating on a test,” she replied. She reached up and grasped her pigtails, tugging them a bit as she tried to look embarrassed. “I just couldn’t remember anything, and I was desperate,” she added as she dug the toe of her shoe into the carpet, “and I got caught by Mr. Smith. ‘N he made me do… stuff.” She paused and gave a little shudder, playing up the implied humiliation she had ‘experienced’ at the hands of her ‘teacher.’ “’N when I was done, he tol’ me that I had to go and make sure you didn’t throw me off the squad. Oh, please, Coach!” she whimpered as she threw herself at my feet – her face conveniently only inches from the pole tenting the front of my jeans – and grasped my thighs as she hammed it up. “I’m so sorry, I’m desperate, I’ll do anything to keep my place…”
“Anything?” I asked in a lust-filled voice as I got into the game. I reached out and stroked the side of her head, and I noticed that she had to fight the urge to purr and rub against my palm as she struggled to stay in character.
“Anything!” she insisted in a breathy voice.
“Well then,” I replied as I took up both pigtails in my hands and gently pulled her face forward. Rachel swallowed as her face came closer toward my crotch, a faint flush rising from her chest to paint her neck as her own lust started to rise. “Why don’t you start with that mouth of yours,” I ordered. “Let’s see if that ‘anything’ is actually true, or if you’re just all talk.”
“Yes sir.” The tiny blonde ‘cheerleader’ shivered as she slid her hands up my thighs to the button on my jeans, her slim fingers fumbling with the snap as she snuggled in between my parted thighs…
Suddenly, out playtime was interrupted as a small, tentative knock sounded at the bedroom door. “Mister Mike?” Paisley’s voice asked through the portal. “I know you’re busy with Rachel doin’ sex stuff, but…”
I don’t know why, but something in her voice pulled me away from my cheerleader fantasy and brought me back to reality. I glanced at Rachel, whose expression mirrored my own and told me that she had caught the strange tone as well, and she paused in her duties to glance over her shoulder. “No, it’s okay, sweetie,” I said as Rachel sat back and half-rolled to one side on her hip and I stood. “C’mon in, we haven’t really started yet.”
The door opened, and the short little brunette stepped inside. Well, more like slouched… It was clear that there was something wrong with the little girl. Her skin was flushed, her blue eyes looked dull and watery, and she sniffed a bit as she clutched Mr. Pibb to her chest. “I don’ feel so good,” she mumbled weakly. She leaned against the dresser next to the door and started to cough, a dry hack that got worse and worse until she doubled over and sank face-first into the carpet.
“Sweetie!” I leapt across the bedroom in a single bound as I knelt next to her. Mr. Pibb squirmed out of her grasp and danced around a few feet away, yapping fiercely and whimpering as she darted in and leapt back from the downed girl. Up close she looked even worse, and my eyes took in her drippy nose and cracked lips as I rolled her onto her back. Even my briefest touch against her shoulder let me know that she was burning up, her fever spiking her body temperature to definite unhealthy levels. “Paisley?” I asked, my face a mask of concern.
“I’m sick,” she said weakly before launching into another series of dry, hacking coughs so severe that she curled into a ball.
“Rach, go get Lam,” I asked the tiny blonde over my shoulder, and with only the briefest of nods she leapt up from her place on the floor and dashed out the door. Gently I lifted the sick little girl off the floor and placed her gently on the mattress, all impure thoughts driven from my mind as I stared down at her. “It’ll be okay, sweetie,” I said softly, plastering a fake smile on my face to mask my fears. “Lam’ll be here soon, she’ll make everything better.”
“N’kay,” Paisley replied weakly.
A quick bustle behind me, and suddenly I was surrounded by a gaggle of little girls, each one displaying various levels of concern. “What happened?” Lam asked as she hopped up on the bed, placed her doctor’s bag on the mattress next to her, and leaned over the shivering Paisley.
“She just came in and said she felt sick, and then she started coughing,” I replied. I took a step back and bumped into Abigail, who was trying to peer around my right side, and instead changed my direction to the left and lightly hip-checked Rachel. “Everyone back up,” I groused quietly.
“Yes, please, give me some room to work,” Lam agreed. As the girls and I reluctantly took a couple of steps back the Asian doctor felt Paisley’s forehead with the back of her hand, frowned, and pulled a thermometer from her bag. “She is definitely sick,” she said in a distracted tone as she rummaged around in her bag for more items. “A high fever and a cough, definitely.”
“Is it the flu?” Lillian asked, her words filled with a combination of sympathy and concern.
“I do not yet know,” Lam replied brusquely. “Possibly. I will need to examine her more fully.”
“Do you need anything?” I asked.
“Room, and quiet,” she replied as she looped a stethoscope around the back of her neck and settled the earplugs in place.
“Right. Okay,” I said decisively as I turned to the other three clustered around me, “let’s go. Everyone out.”
“But what if…” Rachel began.
“Let’s just give the doctor some space here.” I extended my arms and herded the girls out of the room, sparing one last glance over my shoulder. Paisley was crying weakly as Lam bent over her, the doctor’s face a mask of sympathetic concern as she listened through the stethoscope.
Needless to say, the mood was ruined. Rachel and I finished off in the spare bedroom, her cheerleader outfit crumpled in a corner as she straddled me, her hips rolling furiously as she impaled herself on my cock. But the sick little girl wasn’t far from either of our minds.
That happened on Sunday. Meg started coughing the next morning, and by that afternoon she was shivering despite the humid heat outside as fever ravaged her body. Abby and Rachel came down with whatever it was on Tuesday, and even though she tried to hide it I think Lam was feeling the effects as well. I started feeling cold that evening despite the swamp-like conditions in the apartment, and in the dark of the night I too began to cough. By morning it had become clear that some plague had infested our little refuge.
“Gotta bring the water,” I muttered to myself as I grabbed four small bottles from the refrigerator in the kitchen. I felt hot and dizzy, and there was a dry scratchiness in the back of my throat that just didn’t seem to go away, no matter what I drank. This isn’t good, I thought as I nudged the door shut with my hip and moved slowly into the living room. The bottle of aspirin I gripped with two fingers clicked and clattered as she pills inside shifted, and for some reason the noise sounded inhumanly loud in my head.
Lesbian Country had become the de-facto infirmary as conditions in the apartment deteriorated. Maybe it was a side-effect of our transformation, but for some reason the disease seemed to hit the girls much harder than it hit me – or maybe it was because I was a bit older and more physically developed than they – but in any case, once they caught whatever-it-was they seemed to lose all energy and became practically bedridden. That’s not to say that I was feeling at one hundred percent, but at least I was able to function… albeit very, very slowly, using every ounce of focus to maintain precise movements.
“Knock knock,” I croaked as I entered Lesbian Country, trying to sound hale and healthy through sheer force of will. “Everyone decent?”
“Nobody’s decent in here,” Rachel croaked in reply.
“We’re all just a bunch of horny sluts, just waiting for you to show up,” Abby added, her voice raspy and filled with exhaustion.
“I brought water and aspirin,” I said lamely as I moved over and sat on the edge of the mattress. Normally I might be entertaining impure notions… after all, there were four scantily-clad pre-teen honeys – all of whom had experienced a ‘Taste of Mike’ sometime over the past seventy-two hours – but in truth their conditions left much to be desired. Abby tried to sit up and let the sheet fall from her nude body in a vain attempt to flirt, but the crusties coating her eyelashes and her bright red, rubbed raw nose tamped down my lust despite two tiny nipples floating in my line of vision. Not to be outdone, Rachel tried a winsome smile and a little wink as she licked her (cracked, bleeding) lips, but the fever rash bringing angry little bumps along her jawline and over her cheekbones ruined the effect.
“Stop bein’ a bunch of teases,” Meg growled. The Marine seemed more annoyed with the fact that she was sick than anything else, and her attitude had soured in direct proportion to her health. Her long red hair was a tangled, matted mess, stringy and greasy and hanging over half her face. She weakly lifted her hand and tried to brush a few strands from over her eyes, but all she managed to do was to lightly smack her own cheek. “Ow,” she grumped as she let her hand fall back down, and as she tried to struggle into a seated position the sheet fell away from her shoulders to reveal that she too was bare-naked under the covers.
“Mister Mike, I’m sick,” Paisley whined. I smiled at the innocent little brunette as I stroked her cheek, feeling the heat of her fever burning into my palm as I gently lifted one pigtail off her neck and placed it on the pillow next to her head. “I feel all hot ‘n icky,” she whimpered.
“I know, sweetie.” I gave her one last stroke/pat, and then started to see to my charges. Each one got a pair of aspirin tablets and a small bottle of water, and it quickly became apparent who was going to be a cooperative patient and who wasn’t. Paisley dutifully took her pills and drank her water (although she did declare that her throat hurt while swallowing), and then sank back down to suffer in silence. Conversely, Meg bitched up a storm as I helped her take her medicine – she was tough, she was a fucking Marine, and she didn’t need my help! But still I could see the gratitude in her eyes, and for a moment I thought that she was going to insist on accompanying me somewhere private to play our private game of ‘Prisoner of War,’ but the moment passed and she sank back down as well with a grumble.
The other two were clearly going to be my problem children. Abby took her medicine, but of course she had to sit bolt upright with her shoulders pulled back as she offered her tiny, stiff little-girl nipples to my gaze. Rachel couldn’t quite hide her glower of annoyance, so naturally she too had to present her nude body to me as well, ‘accidentally’ letting the sheet fall down to her lap and giving me just the briefest of tantalizing glimpses of her hairless mound. Naturally Abby had to try to one-up her, and she ‘accidentally’ stroked my certainly-not-hard-in-my-condition cock through my jeans as her sheet dropped down a few more inches, and Rachel threw her head back, thrust out her chest, and opened wide, extending her tongue and insisting that I drop the tablets directly into her mouth. It might have been amusing, but with the pounding in my head it was merely annoying. I dosed the pair, made them drink, and insisted that they follow Paisley and Meg’s lead and try to get some sleep.
My mission accomplished, I left Lesbian Country and shut the door behind me. The pounding in my head seemed to be growing worse with each passing second and every ounce of energy had left my body, and I took a second to lean against the wall to catch my breath. A faint whuffling came from my left, and I turned to behold a half-clad Lam sitting against the wall. “You okay?” I asked, my voice a gravelly rasp.
The little Asian girl only wore a tiny pair of panties, yet even in her almost naked state sweat rolled down her body. She seemed exhausted, enervated, almost drained as she sat slumped beside the door to the spare bedroom. “I do not think so, Master,” she croaked, her voice just as deep and hoarse as mine. “I believe that we might be having a medical emergency.”
“Yeah.” I managed to summon the strength from somewhere, pushed off the wall, and staggered over to my tiny slave. I dropped to my knees heavily and leaned over her, steadying myself with a palm against the wall as I lifted her chin with my other hand. “You are definitely sick,” I noted as I peered into her blood-shot eyes.
“Tha… That may be, Master,” she replied. She shifted slightly and spread her thighs, exposing her cotton-covered pussy to me as she tried to smile. “But that does not mean that I am not willing to do my duty. Master, when was the last time that you ejaculated?”
“Lam, you are in no condition to even be thinking that.” Still, I was shocked to find that, even in my condition, my cock still stirred at the thought of fucking the seriously ill little girl. “You’re sick, you need to get to bed.”
“Master, it is important that you ejaculate regularly,” she said in a weak but insistent tone. “Remember, the longer that you resist your urges, the more aggressive you will become when… When…”
“You’re too sick, ‘n I’m too sick,” I replied.
“You need to do it, Mike.” Lillian’s voice floated across the hall, and I glanced over my shoulder to see the President leaning against the doorframe of my bedroom. The Latina was totally naked, but it was apparent that she had caught whatever was going around – her normally dusky skin was flushed, her hair hung limply around her shoulders, and a deep weariness was etched on her face. She tugged at the collar around her neck, pushed off, and staggered across to the pair of us. “We need you to function, ‘n that means that we need to keep you sane. Look, I know I can take it,” she continued as she dropped to her knees, rolled over, and lay back as she spread her legs, presenting her hairless slit to me. “I like it rough, ‘n I’m kinda curious to see what it’s like to get fucked when I feel like shit. Just get it over with ‘n fuck me, please, for everyone’s sake.”
“Yes, Master,” Lam croaked in agreement. She reached out a shaky hand and stroked my rock-hard cock through my jeans, her eyes wide and pleading. “We need you to ejaculate to maintain your stability.”
“Fuck me, Mike,” Lillian begged as she wriggled her ass invitingly.
“Yes, Master, fuck her,” Lam insisted.
“Christ…” The rational part of my brain didn’t want to do it, but the animal part was fully in control and my resistance crumbled as two pre-teen girls insisted that I fuck one of them. What was I supposed to do? Letting my doubts fall by the wayside, I unsnapped and unzipped my jeans, and my cock sprang forth, rock-hard and ready to go. As Lillian whimpered I crawled between her legs and, gripping the base of my shaft, rubbed the tip up and down her tiny, pre-teen slit. Even in my feverish state she felt hot, far hotter than she had ever felt before, but the barbarous part of me didn’t care as I leaned over her, letting my body weight pin her to the carpet, and pressed my hips forward.
“Oh, it hurts, oh God it hurts!” the Latina whimpered as she squirmed in agony, inch after throbbing inch pressing into her helpless body and stretching her open painfully. She threw her arms around my shoulders and clasped her hands over my spine, clutching me to her as she hooked her heels around the backs of my knees. “It hurts, keep going, I need it!” she insisted as she raised her own hips up to meet my thrusts, helping me go as deep as possible into her pussy.
“Yes, keep going, Master,” Lam whispered behind me. As I bottomed out inside of Lillian I glanced over my shoulder and beheld the Asian girl, her legs splayed wide, stroking her own pre-teen slit through her panties. Lam’s eyes were wide and glittering as she focused in on my cock slowly being pulled out of the hissing Latina. “This is… very arousing,” she added as she increased the tempo of her fingers.
This is so fucking wrong… I ignored my conscience and instead let my body weight lay fully across hers, pinning her to the floor like a bug as I increased the speed and force of my thrusts into her. Each impalement sent a spike of agony through my head, but at the same time my violation of the helpless, sobbing little girl beneath me seemed to give me a boost of energy. I felt strong, felt hard, felt like I could take on the world, and I felt the pain subside just a hair each time my balls slapped against Lillian’s flat ass. “Beg,” I growled as I let myself go completely into my lusts.
“Do it, fuck me, fuck me!” The Latina’s voice was filled with pain as she sobbed in agony. “Fuck me, breed me, I’m a cunt, I deserve it! Do it! Do it! Do it!!!”
“Do it, Master,” Lam whispered behind me. “Do it!”
The combination of the girls urging me onward, of the feeling of Lillian’s pussy undulating around my pistoning cock, of the sounds of the Latina begging me to fuck her harder and Lam frigging herself behind me, the scent of the two aroused pre-teen girls filling my nostrils, all combined to send me over the edge. With what sounded like a roar of triumph in my ears, I thrust my hips forward as hard and as far as I could, pressing myself into the gasping President as deep as possible, as I emptied the contents of my balls directly into her womb. Behind me Lam’s breathing grew ragged and I heard her whimper as well as the sight of her Master breeding another one of his slaves sent her over the edge and she came with a great guttering gasp. Finally, her helpless position fulfilled all of Lillian’s submissive fantasies at once, and her grip tightened around my shoulders as she clutched my far larger body to her diminutive little-girl frame as she too came, her body accepting my seed as only natural.
And then, just like that, it was over. I slumped over Lillian, completely covering her gasping, twitching form with my own, as Lam pressed her thighs tightly around her own hand and shuddered through the last few tremors of her orgasm. I was the first to stir… and I rolled off of the well-fucked Latina, collapsing to the carpet on my back as I felt the power course through my body. “I think… I…” I began to stammer, trying to figure out what was going on in my body.
“Do you feel better, Master?” Lam asked. I glanced down my body and watched as she rolled off of the wall and snaked her way over to Lillian. “At the end, you almost seemed like your old self, not sick.”
“I… think that I was,” I replied. I did feel better – not a lot, but enough so that I believed I could continue soldiering on. “Everything doesn’t seem as tough, and I think I got my second wind. How do you feel?”
“I don’t feel any different,” the doctor replied.
“’Feel like crap,” Lillian croaked.
We both turned our attention to the tiny Latina. She indeed did look sick, and I felt a flash of guilt well up inside of me as I realized that our very physical rutting had not done her any favors. “I’m sorry,” I quickly blurted as I rolled over and stroked her chest.
The President shuddered and actually preened a bit, a pleased look crossing her face. “I’m not. I enjoyed it. In the moment,” she quickly elaborated. She rolled onto her side to face me, and Lam managed to raise herself up to a kneeling position as she checked on the status of her fellow sex-slave. “It was good, nice ‘n rough, but I really do feel like shit.”
“Crap, I’m sorry,” I repeated. I glanced at Lam – who didn’t look all that good herself – and got to my feet, pulling up and rebuttoning my jeans as I went. Stooping low, I took up the well-worn Lillian and effortlessly lifted her off the carpet. “Lam, I’ll be back to get you in a second,” I said quickly as I looked down at the doctor.
“Do not be silly, Master,” she replied. A look of concentration creased her face as she struggled to stand, her weakened condition making it difficult for her to do much more than roll onto her knees. “I can make it on my own.”
“Stop! Just stay there.” Lam finally acquiesced to my order and sank back to the carpet, and I turned to the door to Lesbian Country, Lillian dangling like a rag doll in my arms, as I tried to open the door and juggle her at the same time.
“Master?”
I felt hot, dizzy, achy all over, as if I had gone fifteen rounds with a prizefighter and was losing badly. I cracked open my eyes and saw nothing but a blinding light, a light that turned itself into fuzzy, blurry smudges. Door, I’m looking at an open door, my mind mumbled, and for some reason I felt extraordinarily pleased that I figured that out all on my own. A door, and next to it is a dresser. I raised my head and felt a sharp blast of agony lance through my brain. “Ow!” I whimpered softly as I dropped my head back down and tried to somehow prevent my eyes from exploding out of my skull. I managed to roll over, the sheer act almost exhausting me, and tried opening my lids once more.
“Master, can you hear me?” Lam croaked.
My vision finally refocused in the dim light of the morning and I peered at the Asian girl. Even in my state it was clear to me that she wasn’t doing well… The doctor lay a few feet away, her body limp, her skin flushed with fever, her nose a bright red and her eyes crusty. I reached out a hand and managed to place my palm on her hip, and even through her sweat-soaked nightie I could feel the waves of heat radiating from her body. “Lam, hey,” I mumbled, my voice sounding thick and weak in my ears. “I think we’re sick.”
“We are.” She stirred a bit and rolled over, and the act of moving her position tore a string of dry, hacking coughs from her lungs. “I think it is pneumonia,” she explained when she managed to regain control of her breathing. She placed a gentle hand on my forearm and stared at me, her eyes earnest. “This is serious, Master. Unless we can get some medicine, there is an excellent chance that some of us will die.” She was quiet for a moment as she closed her eyes and for a moment I thought that she had fallen asleep, but just as quickly she reopened them. “Paisley and Rachel are unconscious, with high fevers,” she continued, her voice weak and trembling, her words slow and precise as she tried to maintain her focus. “I tried using some of the drugs we managed to retrieve from the apartments, but everything we have is just too weak.”
“Feelin’ like shit.” Meg’s gravelly voice joined into the conversation, and I moved my gaze to the Marine as she wormed her way across the bedspread to us. The bug was doing just as severe a number on the tiny redhead as it was on the rest of us… from her bright-red, peeling, crusty nose to her bloodshot eyes to the sheer look of exhaustion etched into her face, it was clear that she was struggling to function despite her illness. “Ya sure it’s just nu’monia, and not something worse?” she asked Lam. “’Cause I think I’m gonna die.”
“Unless we can get some proper medicine, we just might,” Lam replied.
“Itz dat bad?” Lillian’s stuffy, hoarse voice floated from the vague direction of the headboard. She too started coughing, a dry hack that got worse and worse, until there was a flurry of movement and she retched over the side of the bed. “Notin’ came up,” she whimpered weakly, her voice muffled as she hung her head off the mattress.
“Master, this is serious,” Lam insisted. “We need drugs… proper drugs. And maybe some intravenous therapy for Paisley and Rachel, as they run the risk of…” She paused again, took a deep, gasping breath, and continued. “Dehydration,” she finally concluded.
“We need a drug store,” I finally managed to choke out.
“Yes.”
“Where?”
“Da mall,” Meg said. “’Member? We saw dat chain sign outside the back on the wall, ‘round back,” she elaborated.
I forced myself to remember our scouting expedition, and an image swam up from the foggy depths of my mind – of dark letters hanging above a welded steel plate. “Right,” I finally said.
“I’ll go,” the Marine said. Through a herculean effort she managed to push herself up, her palms pressing into the mattress as she raised her head. Her entire body shook as she tried to push herself higher, and a small part of me felt pleased that I was too sick to have a reaction to her bare body stretching and straining just a few feet from my watery gaze. “Almost there,” she added as her elbows started to give out.
“Don’t be silly,” I said as I matched her movements. It was clear that I was in the better shape than the fever-ravaged redhead, and I managed to push myself into a sitting position as she weakly sank back down. “I feel like shit too, but I think I can manage,” I added. I rolled off the end of the bed, firmly planted my feet on the carpet, and pushed off, and as the room swam around me I stood on wobbly legs. “Okay,” I said after a few seconds as my balance started to return, and I slowly grabbed a pen and some paper from atop the dresser. “Okay, what do we need?” I asked as I slumped against the icy-cold wood.
“Master, we need specific drugs,” Lam explained weakly. She started to rattle off a list of complicated names, followed by their commercial brands. “Will you be able to get them?”
“Yeah, I should.” I thought for a second, forcing myself to keep on track as I tried to remember everything we had seen of the mall’s defenses. “It might take a bit, but I can go out, break in, grab what we need, and get back before too long.”
“Just… not too, long,” Lam said. Her voice grew weaker, and she almost seemed to slump down. “We need these things as soon as possible.”
“I’m coming too,” Meg said weakly.
“Don’t be silly, you’re too sick.” I took a deep breath, another, and then stood as straight as possible, ignoring the spinning in my head. “Just stay here and keep an eye on everyone. You’re in charge, ‘kay?”
“N’kay,” she replied weakly.
I gave the six girls one last look, pushed off the dresser, and staggered to the door, my attention focused in on the mission at hand.
>>Chapter 15>>