New Stories
Messages
Challenge
The New Order: Chapter 15 - Magellan
by The Pediatrician
mg; tf; oral; anal; caution
Gotta save THEM!
The lobby was still the same as it ever was – maybe a bit dustier, but totally devoid of life. I slid across the tile floor to the doors outside – and paused next to the couch. Beyond the glass the world was dark and vile, a torrential thunderstorm raging as sheets of water blasted across the landscape. There was a flash in the darkness that was instantly followed by a crack loud enough to rattle the windows as a bolt of lightning landed far too close for comfort, and as I watched sourly the wind picked up even more and sent even stronger sheets of rain blasting across the parking lot.
Great, I grumped. I tried pushing aside the small couch pressed up against the door with my hip, only to realize that I needed to apply more force – so I shoved it out of the way. The simple act of moving the thing actually tore a series of hacking coughs from my lungs, and I had to take a few minutes to recover. Sitting on the cushions hunched over as I tried to fight down the wave of nausea washing over me, I tried to work through my mission in my head… and realized that my mind kept wandering upstairs to the girls. Get it together, man, I ordered with a frown as I heaved myself up off the couch, wavered for a moment on unsteady knees, gripped my shotgun tightly, and pushed the door open.
The Audi was only parked about twenty feet from the door, but moving that short distance through the rain soaked me to the bone. I had to shake my head a bit as I fumbled with the keys in my pocket to unlock the thing, and then managed to wrench the door open and slide into the driver’s seat. I took another brief pause as I slammed the door shut, resting the shotgun in the passenger foot well as I tried to keep my breathing even. I was tired, so tired… I thumbed the ignition with a shaky finger and the car sprang to life, the air conditioning fogging the windows in a heartbeat as the cold air blew across the hot, moist glass. “Wipers, where are the fucking wipers,” I muttered as I flicked levers up and down at random, and I gave a grunt of satisfaction as the rubber started its steady arcs across the free-flowing water running down the windshield.
The drive out to the mall was surreal. It was obvious that I had a fever, yet at the same time I was shivering in the air conditioning of the Audi. But given the torrential downpour outside, I had to run the air conditioning at full blast in order to keep the windows clear. As I pulled onto the highway I absentmindedly thumbed the radio on, and then shook my head as I remembered that there were no more radio stations broadcasting. The slight shake brought my headache roaring back full-tilt, and I stifled a whimper as I felt ice picks trying to ram their way out of my eye sockets. “Get the drugs,” I chanted softly to myself as I pulled onto the exit ramp, my words a mantra to focus my attention. “Get the drugs, get the drugs…”
The mall looked extra-shadowy as I pulled into the abandoned parking lot. It didn’t look like there had been any activity since Meg and I made our field trip out there almost a week ago… the entrances were still blocked by steel plates, the sandbag bunkers still sat silent and unmanned, and the tank still squatted gloweringly at the bottom of the parking structure ramp. I caught a flash of movement out of the corner of my eye as I slowly circled the facility and snapped my head to the left – a mistake that tore another whimper from between my lips as my brain sloshed inside my skull. I paused and stared dumbly as a tree whipped in the wind, and then even that faded from sight as the torrential downpour got even worse. Crap, how the Hell do I get in there? I asked myself as I took another lap around the mall. Everything was locked up tight.
I paused by the tank, trying to avoid making the decision I knew that I had to make. It was apparent even in my feverish state that the only possible ways in were probably through the parking structure… either up on foot past the tank, or down into the gaping maw of darkness at the bottom. Down might keep me dry, I told myself as I shivered and sniffed. But there’s probably a billion Feral down there. Up means getting wet again. I knew which one was the best choice, but I dithered and fought choosing the option that meant wading through an army of undead-ish cannibal rapists that did boast the advantage of no rain. Fuck, I grumped as I managed to come to the right conclusion. I turned off the Audi, took a deep, fortifying breath – and hacked out a series of dry, nasty, painful coughs – and pushed the door open.
The air conditioning had dried me out somewhat during my journey, but the second I slid out of the driver’s seat it felt as if God himself had dumped an entire swimming pool on my head. The rain was blasting across the countryside in sheets, each raindrop seemingly aiming straight for my water-soaked body as I shoved the door shut with my hip and started up. I clutched my shotgun close to my body, trying very hard not to think about the fact that the barrel was pointed squarely at my chin, as I shielded my eyes and tried to peer through the rain. The pitch-black sky above created far too many shadows, but a quick flash of lightning striking what felt like only feet from my body illuminated everything and revealed that I was probably alone. I slid past the silent tank and shuffled up the ramp to the top of the structure, my focus squarely on keeping moving.
Whoever the defenders had been, it was clear that they had chosen the top of the parking structure as their base of operations. Two military-style hummers sat at the top of the ramp, a pair of thoroughly-soaked machine guns lazily pointing in the vague direction of the parking lot below, while several dark green tents had been erected beyond. There were tables, and boxes, and more wooden pallets – but absolutely no people. Everything had the air of abandonment, of sitting out in the weather for far too long, and I even in my sick-civilian state I could tell that nobody had been there for quite some time. As I slowly moved I blew air out of the corner of my mouth in a futile attempt to stop the water from running down my face, and paused as one of the tents succumbed to the pool of water collecting on top and sagged to the ground with an annoyed grumble of canvas. Where the fuck are they? I asked myself as I picked up the pace just a bit and made my way to the entrance to the mall – a set of large, heavy glass doors that separated me from the dark, gaping maw of a department store. At the entrance I paused for a heartbeat, wondering if it was really a good idea to go in without any more reconnaissance.... but another blast of lightning inches behind my head (not really) and another swimming pool of water dumped on my head (probably literally) made my decision for me, and I ducked through an open door.
Inside the department store I could smell a wet and a bit moldy stench through my horribly stuffed sinuses, but compared to the deluge outside I was in pure bliss. I gave a little sigh of satisfaction as I wrung some of the water out of my hair and stood in a drippy pool on the tile, trying to let my eyes adjust to the darkness within. After a few seconds I began to make out shapes – standing figures that were immobile, tables of merchandise, counters and signs and displays. “Hello?” I asked softly as I fumbled for my flashlight, my eyes straining to see if any of the figures moved – but none of them did. A quick press of a button and I played a stream of light over mannequins decked out in fine, elegant dresses, adult female figures displaying overpriced clothing to absolutely nobody ever again. Something didn’t look quite right to me, and I spent several seconds frowning as I tried to determine what was so troubling… and then I stifled a snort of laughter as I realized that all of the mannequins had breasts. “Haven’t seen those in a while,” I half-snickered as I shone my light over a pair of artificial, inanimate C-cup boobs. The girls were nice, they were pretty, and they were certainly sexually voracious – but if you held a gun to my head, I would admit that I missed breasts. “Maybe they’ll get some if they grow up again,” I muttered as my gaze slid over to a pair of tiny A-cups on a teenage mannequin.
The thought of the girls reminded me of my mission, and I reluctantly tore my perverted gaze from the displays and slid forward. The entire place had an abandoned feel, as if nobody had been inside for months, and as I continued to drip on the floor I felt more confident in my mission. Down the main aisle towards the escalators, I swung the light back and forth, illuminating male and female mannequins, a table of silk neckties, racks of dress shirts, the start of an aisle of shoes, two nude figures with unfocused eyes and sunburned flesh that stood swaying in the center aisle between me and the mall proper close enough to touch,,,
“Fuck!” I dropped the flashlight and grasped for my weapon, but there was no possible way that I could bring up my shotgun in time as the things turned. Fuck, I thought as I tensed and closed my eyes, resigned to the fact that I was a dead man. The dull ache in my skull faded, along with the rain outside and the fetid smell inside, and the faces of the helpless girls back at the apartment flashed through my mind in an instant. Lam looking hopeful and trusting, Rachel and her brilliant blue eyes, Meg and her snarky grin, Abby furtively glancing out of the corner of her eyes, Lillian looking haughty but with a humorous twinkle in her eye, and Paisley’s shy, trusting smile. I’m sorry, I told them as I thought about each in turn and waited for death to strike. I fucked up…
I waited for the end…
And nothing happened.
Does the end usually take this long? It felt like an eternity as the world slowly came back into my senses, the sopping wet clothing plastered to my skin, the heavy roar of the rain outside, the rasping breathes of the things before me. I cracked one eye, and then the other, almost – disappointed? – that I was still alive. But why am I still here? I asked myself as I peered at the pair in front of me.
In the dull light of the indirect beam from my flashlight I could see the twinned figures standing before me fairly well. The one on the left was about a foot taller than me, easily pushing eighteen, and his black skin was peeling and looked raw from exposure to far too much sun. His companion was a bit shorter, maybe only a few years older than I was now, with a tanned/burned look to his pale white flesh. Their hair were tangled, matted messes, the fronts of their bodies coated with streaks of blood and filth, and their large, flaccid cocks just dangled between their legs. They just stood there, standing in front of me with looks that betrayed no emotions, no rage, no nothing.
“What the fuck…” I whispered, and then instantly tensed as one of the figures – the short white guy – stirred. The Feral’s gaze almost seemed to focus in on me, and he took a staggering, shuffling step forward. His companion kept staring at a point somewhere above my head as whitey took another step, bringing him mere inches away from me. At that distance I could smell his rank, unwashed body even through my stuffed-up, dripping nose, and I just stood there like a deer in the headlights of a semi as he leaned slightly forward and sniffed. A dull, angry rumble sounded in his chest, but he didn’t attack – he just sniffed again, almost as if he knew that there was something not right about me but just could not tell what it was. He sniffed again, exhaled a blast of fetid, rotting air in my face, sniffed once more…
And then, with another low, suspicious growl, he just turned and shuffled off past me, heading for the perfume aisle.
I silently exhaled the trembling breath that I didn’t know I was holding as I felt some of the tension ebb from my body. What the fuck what the fuck what the fuck… Part of my brain stammered in confusion as I slowly, quietly unwound the strap of my shotgun from around my forearm and brought it across the front of my body, and then slowly took two slow, easy steps to the left. The black Feral didn’t react except for a dull swaying, so I took another step, and then another, and then I slipped past him, turning to keep him in sight. For his part he didn’t move, didn’t react, he just continued to stand there, swaying slightly as he stared off into space.
“Why the hell didn’t they attack?” I asked myself quietly as I squatted and retrieved my flashlight.
Why the FUCK are you wondering?!? the emotional part of my brain shrieked. Don’t FUCKING JINX IT!!!
I left Blackie behind me and slowly made my way down the main aisle of the store, playing my light across the racks of clothing, the displays of shoes, the glass cabinets filled with watches and jewelry – and him every few seconds. A left turn took me past the cosmetics department, where the tiny, child-like skeletal remains of a poor victim denuded of flesh rotted in the summer heat. The blood-streaked skull seemed to grin at my confusion as I stared dully for a moment, and then turned away with a shudder and continued on my journey. Maybe they’re full? I wondered as I glanced behind me… but no answers were forthcoming.
The light was a little better in the mall proper – even with the black clouds blotting out the sun the skylights were large enough so that the mall was illuminated in sullen shadows. To my right was a small coffee kiosk, while in front of me a small café area sat silent and abandoned. Still, there were signs that someone had been using the place… Abandoned, empty paper cups, small paper plates, and various bits of scattered detritus gave proof that more than a few people had been taking advantage of the tables and chairs sometime in the recent past. But what drew my attention was across the central atrium… Standing in front of a fashionista clothing store was another Feral, this one Hispanic, his back to me as he stared dumbly into the gaping maw of the place. I froze for a moment, but then slowly slid forward to the escalators when he didn’t move. What the fuck is going on here…
Without power I had to hump my way down the immobile metal steps, their size and placement to the next making the footing difficult, and I winced slightly as my sodden tennis shoes squished on the ridged metal surfaces. I had to grip the rubberized hand rail to keep from slipping as a wave of dizziness washed over me half-way down as my infected state reminded me of my mission, but the wave passed after a few brief seconds and I continued my journey. The ground floor was laid out in the same manner as the upper, with expensive clothing stores interspersed among specialty shops selling everything from candles to electronics to perfumes to shoes to whatever. I glanced left and right, spotting a few more somewhat immobile Feral down each hall, none of whom actually seemed to care about the intruder in their midst. Is it the disease? I wondered as I slid over to a map display to get my bearings. I stifled a whimper as I pushed my headache away and focused in on the store listing, and then tried to figure out my route through the abandoned corridors. Down the hall, take a right, down again, take a left, end of the hall, I noted. A quick glance at the Feral lurking outside a closed and dark jewelry store to my right, a moment to wonder yet again what was happening, another moment to chastise myself for looking gift horses in the mouth, and off I went.
Whoever the defenders of the mall had been, it was apparent that they were selective in their looting. Certain stores showed signs of extensive attention – half-filled boxes containing specific stock from shelves, empty pallets waiting to receive their treasures, footprints and scuff-marks on the floors. But still others looked to be ignored… I passed by a boutique furniture and furnishings shop (Who the Hell would want a corduroy pillowcase? I wondered idly) whose gate was still closed and locked and whose interior vanished into murky darkness only a few feet behind the metal gate, but the small boutique stationary store next to it was looted down to the wall studs with nary a scrap of paper left. At the first intersection there was a small band of Feral standing in front of a kiosk selling soft pretzels, the group looking like some sort of twisted line of customers made up of nude, blood-soaked boys desperately in need of baths, but other than a couple doing the suspicious-sniff-and-paranoid-growl in my direction they continued to wait patiently for someone who would never clock in to give them their snacks that would never be made.
“Too fucking weird, this is too fucking weird…” My plague-induced headache had come roaring back, and the back of my neck felt hot and sticky as I shivered in the humid air of the place. The hall became a surreal fever-dream as I shuffled my way down the corridor, darkened stores and living mannequins lining my route. Past a line of darkened restaurants, I paused in front of a rather massive lingerie store. I stared dully as my light played over displays of silky panties, camisoles, bras, tiny bottles of expensive perfumes, and my mind flashed back to Rachel whining that she needed a bra to feel like a woman instead of a little girl. Gotta remember this place, I thought as I noted that the gate was still down and the store was still locked up tight, and the memory of my little blonde bedmate kicked me back into gear.
The next atrium, and another Feral who ignored my presence, and I turned left and stared down a new corridor. And paused for a heartbeat… This particular part of the mall showed signs that something bad had happened. About half-way down my light placed over a storefront that advertised local wines and snacky-type foodstuffs, but many of the bottles were smashed on the floor and a buzzing cloud of flies were still swarming around strange lumpy bits in the tacky, reeking pools. To the right was a store that once sold baby clothes and accessories, but the scorched and twisted metal gate told me that someone had set off an explosion that started a small fire that had melted most of the contents into slaggy, drippy piles of sludge. The floor of the corridor was scorched and pock-marked with tiny bullet holes, and a tiny pile of scattered bones lay face-down in a truly gargantuan pool of dried blood and tattered cloth. Not good, this did not end good, I mused as I felt my jaw tighten and my light played over an upturned kiosk, its supply of cell-phone covers scattered to and fro. I shuddered, glanced at a Feral who was inordinately fascinated by a sign screaming a summer sale (where a teenage girl announced that I could pick up a flirty, breezy demi-dress for up to fifty percent off!!!), and continued on my way.
Just shy of the pharmacy I found where the chaos had started. Whoever the defenders had been, it was clear that they had a specific agenda in mind… Someone had set up the last atrium as a mini-medical center, standing thick, opaque plastic sheeting around a series of bed and small desks. Several rolling cabinets had been placed strategically next to examination tables, while off to the right stood a series of cages. However, everything was a wreck – the sheeting had been torn down, the cabinets tipped over, the cots torn to shreds, and the cages standing silent and empty and open to the world. What looked like an ocean of dried, flakey blood coated the floor, with papers and medical equipment and tiny, smashed electronic parts poking up like horrific islands among the red sea. Wha… I stood and stared, my mouth hanging open in shock, as I took in the scene, and then took a step forward. My light swung across an examination table…
I could feel a cold chill run up my spine that had nothing to do with my illness as I felt my balls try to climb back up in my body. On one of the last upright examination tables was a body – a tiny little form, stripped of all flesh and long dead. There were Velcro restraints around the wrists of the corpse, a chest strap was tangled amongst a set of bloodstained ribs, and the grinning skull was held tight in place by a thick strap across the forehead. But what sickened me was the lower half of the skeleton – two tiny legs, straps at the ankles and across the fleshless thigh bones, locked in a spread position. Oh my God oh my GOD… I spun away from the scene and screwed my eyes shut, willing my roiling stomach to settle as I fought the urge to vomit. They had strapped them down and were doing something to them and left them to die…
I heard a shuffle behind me, and spun with my shotgun raised as a Feral shuffled down the hall in my general direction. I held my breath as he stopped at the edge of the dried pool, sniffed, rumbled a small, deep grumble of suspicion as he sniffed again, sort-of swayed as he peered just over my shoulder, and then turned to shuffle down the shadowy, store-lined passage to the right. Why don’t they see me? I wondered as I tracked him with my barrel, just in case he decided to spin at the last minute and attack. I sniffed a wet, burbley snurp of snot and ran the back of my hand across my upper lip, coming away with a thick sludge of mucus. If I didn’t have pneumonia before, I idly though as I edged my way to the entrance to the drug store, I sure have it now! My clothes were still wet and drippy, my jeans plastered to my thighs as water dripped into my squishy shoes, a hot dribble running down the back of my neck from my still sodden hair…
And then it hit me so hard that I actually started. I’m wet, I reasoned, soaked to the bone. Drenched.
And those things track by scent.
My mind flicked back, running across every encounter I – we – had had with the Feral. In Rachel’s apartment as the thing threw me through a closet door as it fell upon the screaming little girl… At the White House as the Feral came out of the woodwork, lunging in on our little band as we dashed through the halls towards the Hummer… Of the trio that had charged out of the woods and leapt upon Meg and I as we argued in the middle of the road…
Holy fuck, they only attacked ME when I was with one of the girls! And it’s like I jumped in a pool before I came in here, so…
“They smelled the girls on me before,” I muttered. “But now they can’t!”
I took a moment to think about the implication of this. I thought that I was in just as much danger as the girls, that the Feral wanted to do nothing more than munch on my body while making me their bitch – but evidently that wasn’t the case. I took a few brief steps down the hall after the thing that had passed by, but he didn’t react… instead, he just kept shuffling away from me, making what appeared to be a bee-line straight for a small kiosk displaying tiny radio-controlled toys. I leaned up against an information kiosk as twinned waves of dizziness and exhaustion washed over me, and I tried to refocus my thoughts. “Tell Lam later,” I said softly as I dug deep and pushed off, turning back to the drug store. “Just get the drugs. Get the drugs.”
The gate to the drug store gaped wide, and as I played the flashlight beam over the interior I discovered where the defenders had been stashing their loot. The shelves had been pushed aside, shoved up against the walls to make room for pallets of boxes, each one wrapped in clear plastic and each sporting a neatly printed sign identifying the contents. There was literally enough food inside to last for months – cans of fruits and vegetables, dried meats, pasta, jars of sauces, even a single short stack of baby food. To my left the checkout counters had been cleared off and were being used to store stacks of small electronic devices, while to my right was the pharmacy area. “Drugs, right,” I muttered to myself as I dully turned in that direction and shuffled behind the counter.
A few more pallets blocked my path, but I managed to squeeze past them and get to the shelves. It took a few minutes of searching, but fortunately whoever had been in charge of the supplies had ordered everything alphabetically, and after peering intently at the somewhat soggy shopping list Lam had provided I proceeded to grab everything that we needed. Another few minutes of searching and I found some bags of saline solution and some medical tubing, which I added to the backpack. Very quickly my pack was filled to the brim with the supplies we needed, and I leaned against the counter wearily as I zipped it closed.
My trip back out of the mall was just as surreal as my journey in. I took another hallway back, circling around as I played my light over the closed storefronts and abandoned kiosks, trying to memorize everything as I moved. There was another lingerie store – smaller, and with a far sluttier stock than the first – sitting right next to a store selling shoes, which was next to one selling little crystal doo-dads. Another chain pretzel shop, an eyeglass store, yet another department store, teen and young adult clothing… “We could live like kings,” I muttered to myself. The mall had literally everything and anything we could want – and if it wasn’t for the Feral infesting the place, I might have given serious thought to moving the girls in.
My thoughts reminded me of the precarious position back in the apartment, and with gritted teeth and determination I focused on getting back to the car. The Feral ignored me for the most part as I moved, only letting loose with the occasional suspicious grumble as I slid past them – but I still gave them a wide berth, not wanting to tempt fate. The rain was starting to slack a little bit as I made my way back through the department store, and I paused to glance once more behind me as I steeled myself for a quick shuffle through the rain and back to the Audi. This… I don’t know what just happened here, I thought as I ducked my head and stepped back into the rain. But it’s important. I think. And Lam’s going to have a fucking field day with it!
It took almost a week, but eventually we all recovered from the whatever-it-was. As soon as I managed to stagger into the apartment with my load of treasures, Lam proceeded to direct me in sorting things out. She instructed me to give her, Meg, and Abby some truly killer antibiotics, while Lillian got both those and an obscure drug with an unpronounceable name to deal with her queasiness. It took me a couple of fumbling tries, but eventually I managed to hook IV tubes into both Paisley and Rachel, providing them with the life-giving hydration both so desperately needed. Once I was done with the girls it was my turn, and an antibiotic/painkiller/vitamin cocktail knocked me on my sorry ass and sent me into dreamland.
The next morning I felt better – still not up to one hundred percent, but at least I could function. Rachel and Paisley finally regained consciousness, Meg started bitching about being bedridden once more, and both Abby and Lillian managed to flirt a little bit. Lam truly shone, though… the little girl managed to drag herself up, dose herself with enough medication to function, and started to help me with the care and feeding of the rest. Included in her self-appointed tasks was taking care of her Master, of course. Given her congestion she couldn’t really use her mouth to pleasure me but her hand filled the task admirably, and three times during the day she managed to find time to stroke me to completion on the living room couch. I’m sure the others knew what was happening, though – Lam seemed delighted to wear the evidence of my issue with pride, letting the remnants of my spunk gum up her long black hair as she bustled about in obviously-fake obliviousness. Still, nobody else was in really any condition to join in the fun so soon after their medical scare, so besides some low-grade grumbling about hogging me the other girls didn’t really begrudge the tiny Asian girl her duties. Of course, I had also made the fatal mistake of telling the pre-teen doctor what had happened at the mall – and naturally her clinical, scientific mind warred with the emotional, sexually-insatiable slut part of her for the rest of the day. Let me tell you, it was certainly difficult to maintain my focus of a tiny hand wrapped around my shaft, pumping up and down with the goal of drawing forth as much Mike-seed as possible, all while trying to postpone answering a barrage of questions as to my observations in the mall!
Friday was better, with some of the girls ambulatory (even if a bit wobbly). I was feeling just fine, so I took it upon myself to do something that really, really needed to be done – washing the filthy, stinking little girls. One by one I helped them up out of Lesbian Country and into the shower in the master bath, stripping them of whatever reeking clothes they still had on (if any) and scrubbing them from head to toe. Naturally, each one of them got a little bit of special attention… and could you really blame me? Rachel and Paisley clutched my shoulders and shuddered as my fingers danced on their stiff little-girl clits, while Abby sobbed in relieved pleasure as twinned digits slid into her tight little asshole and she dry-humped me. Lam even whimpered into my mouth as she came, driving her hairless slit down upon my hand with wild, reckless abandon.
Lillian, however, was the most problematic of all as she pointed out the elephant in the room. “Mike,” she remarked in a deep, breathy voice as I slid the bar of soap over her nude, wet body, “we’ve been talking.”
“Uh oh,” I replied with a grin. I rolled the soap around in my hands to build up a good lather, and then slid my palm across her stiff nipples. “That sounds like trouble.”
“Ah!” The Latina gave a shuddering gasp of pleasure as little lightning bolts arced through her body, and she sagged against the tile as I moved my hand down to her flat belly. “It… it’s not, but you’ve got to deal with Meg.”
I rolled my eyes and groaned inwardly as I squatted and started on her thighs. “Look, I’m not sure what you girls have planned…” I began.
“Fuck that,” she growled fiercely, and I was momentarily taken aback by her intensity. She took a deep inhalation and started coughing, and sank weakly to her knees as she doubled over and tried to catch her breath. Even though she was feeling better Lillian was still suffering from the effects of our little plague, and if she tried to breathe too intensely or get too physical she tended to devolve into a series of hacking coughs that ended in retching. “You need to fuck her. Now,” she finally managed to choke out.
I knelt on the warm, wet tile beside her and patted her on the back, blocking some of the spray from the shower nozzle from her face with my body to help her regain her breathing. “What’s the rush?” I asked as I moved her long, freshly-washed hair over her shoulder and away from her face. “I thought that you girls were plotting some sort of thing.”
“We were, but this illness has thrown it off track,” she replied. She gave one last little light cough and then looked me straight in the face. “Lam has a theory that something in your stuff bonds us closer together, and we need her. Especially in the weeks ahead. We can’t have her freaking out and going all independent and running off like she did a few weeks ago.”
“Wait,” I said as I held my hand out. “I thought… But isn’t she…” My mind was awhirl as I tried to reason things out in my head. Deep in my soul I knew she was right, but for some reason I was still fighting what I knew was destiny. “She’s gay,” I finally stammered.
“She might think she’s gay, but I’ve been watching her,” Lillian said. “She’s just as obsessed about you as the rest of us, but she’s in denial about her feelings. You need to make the first move.”
“I don’t…”
“You… need… to… make… the… first… move!” Now it was my turn to sit back as Lillian’s face screwed into a mask of pure fury and she emphasized each word as she spat them out. “She will never admit her feelings, but everyone knows they’re there,” she continued, her face turning a darker shade, struggling not to cough as she continued her diatribe. “Just like everyone knows that you’ve been lusting after her as well!”
“I’m not…”
“She’s not going to make the first move, and she’d feel more comfortable running away from her feelings,” the President continued as she choked just a bit. “So what are you waiting for, fulfill her fucking fantasies and fuck her already!” With her last words she started to cough – a deep, wet hacking cough that culminated in her retching into the pool of water beneath us.
“Okay!” I quickly agreed as I lunged in and pulled her hair out of the way while she gagged (and fortunately nothing came up). “Okay, fine, I’ll do it,” I said in a resigned tone.
“Thank you!” Lillian slumped against the floor of the shower, all energy drained from her as she came down from her anger. “Now, finish washing me, then go get Meg and do what needs to be done,” she added with a weak little wave of her hand.
“Yes, ma’am.” I helped her to sit up and continued my work – including stroking her stiff little clit until she came. Far be it from me to disobey a Presidential order.
Our conversation – and the feeling of the little girls as they came around my fingers – was on my mind all day Saturday, but there never seemed to be a good time in which to act. Most of the girls were back up to snuff, well enough to actually fuck… and it didn’t really matter what I wanted as they were determined to catch-up on their almost week-long fast from my jism. I awoke Saturday morning to find Paisley furiously working my cock with her tiny mouth, and within seconds I gripped the back of her head as I splurted what felt like a gallon of spunk into the back of her throat – which she greedily swallowed. My morning shower featured Abby, who insisted that she be allowed to wash my body and who also insisted she be punished for her bad behavior by taking my rod into her tight little asshole. I didn’t even get ten minutes to myself after my shower before Rachel came in like an alley cat in heat, insisting that I relax while she worked her little-girl slit onto my cock with tiny little whimpers of pleasure. Lillian begged me to twist her nipples while I fucked her, and being the giving individual that I am I was only too happy to give the pre-teen Latina what she wanted – and she came as she sobbed and whimpered and I groaned and splurted inside her body. Then came Lam and Rachel together, then Paisley again, then Lillian and Abby… and as a result I didn’t get to do a damn thing except fuck tiny, horny pre-teen girls.
But all of that was little more than a sideshow. I knew it, and the girls knew it as well. Everything they did, every little perverted task they undertook, all of it was tinged with the unspoken knowledge that the main event was coming that evening.
And I still didn’t know just how the Hell I was going to fuck a pre-teen lesbian without totally destroying the delicate, pseudo-familial balance we had going on in the apartment.
I passed Rachel in the hall just outside the bedroom doors, and the tiny blonde girl graced me with a tiny smile and a wink as she padded past me, empty laundry basket clutched tightly in her tiny grip, as she nodded slightly to the left. I paused for a second to glance after her wriggling, panty-clad ass, and then shook my head. They’re all plotting against me, I grumped as I rapped lightly on the doorframe. “Meg,” I asked as I poked my head through the door to ‘Lesbian Country.’ “How’s your leg feeling?”
The Marine looked up from the warm pile of clothing on the bedspread and peered over her shoulder, pursing her lips and blowing a few stray strands of hair out of her eyes. “’S okay, I guess,” she replied. She extended her leg to the right and shook it a bit, and except for a bit of an uncomfortable wince she seemed fine. “Maybe a little sore, but if I don’t do any jumping jacks I should be fine. And I seem to have shaken off that whatever-it-was. Why do you ask?”
“I think it might be a good idea to check out the pool house. Maybe clear it out, see what we’d need to do in order to turn it into a fortress or something like that,” I explained.
The Marine made a face, but her displeasure was fleeting as she suddenly brightened. “Well, I woulda preferred heading out to explore more of the town, but getting out of this place is better than nothing, I suppose. Who all’s going?”
“I think it should just be you and me,” I said. I made a show of thinking about it as I crossed my arms and leaned against the doorframe, but my mind was busy checking out the redhead before me. Out of all the girls Meg was the smallest – whereas Lillian and Rachel appeared to be about ten or so with Lam and Abby only a few months younger than them, the Marine looked to barely be eight years old. She barely came up to my ribcage and seemed to consist entirely of skinny arms and legs, a tiny, rail-thin torso, and an unruly mop of crimson hair that she had carelessly pulled back into some sort of vague, wavy ponytail. Currently she was dressed in a pair of tiny jeans and a tee-shirt that advertised a pair of cartoon fairies, and as I watched her as sort out the clean clothes I was struck by just how tiny she actually was. The lust-filled animal part of me stirred as the thought of her body against mine floated through my brain, but the rational part of my mind promptly quashed it flat. Patience, I told my cock, we’ll take care of it soon. I remembered Lillian’s admonition about having to make the first move, and resolved to look for an appropriate opportunity. “Both of us can handle anything we encounter, while having anyone else along would just get in the way,” I continued, silently cursing myself for mangling the sentence.
Meg hadn’t missed my poor grammar, and she grinned a snaggletoothed grin as she tossed a pair of clean panties in the vague direction of the pillow. “Talk much?” she teased. Her face then grew serious as she pondered my actual meaning, and she nodded in agreement. “Yeah, that’s probably a good idea. Jus’ you ‘n me, with our guns, should be enough to check the place out. When do you want to do it?”
“You too busy with the laundry to do it now?” I shot back with a grin.
The redhead glanced at the mountain of clothing before her, made a face, and promptly turned away from the bed. “God, no,” she said. “Lemme grab my shoes and a gun, and let’s go.”
Our preparations took almost no time at all, and within a few minutes we were standing in the lobby of the tower, peering out across the parking lot at the pool house. It was early evening so the sun was more orangish than straight white, and it gave the environment a warm, comfortable feeling. Indeed, if it wasn’t for the fact that there were no signs of life – and if we ignored the fact that there had been no landscaping for almost two months now, and the lawn behind the wrought-iron fence on the raised lounge area was over a foot long – we might have been able to pretend that everything was normal.
“I don’t see anything moving out there,” Meg commented as we peered through the glass doors.
“Me neither,” I replied. “I think it’s safe to go.” I pushed the couch out of the way while the little girl unlocked the door, and we stepped through into a warm, sultry summer evening. A quick tug on the door made sure that it was closed firmly behind us, and we stayed alert as we slid across the warm asphalt, winding our way through the rows of dark, silent cars, to the pool house.
Whoever had designed the place had done a wonderful, if inadvertent, job of creating a place that was already half-way defensible. The pool house was set a few dozen feet off to the side of Tower Three and was raised about ten feet off of the parking lot, not quite towering over us on an ornamental brick platform but high enough so that nobody – not even the most determined, girl-flesh-hungry Feral – could actually see over the top without jumping. The front half consisted of a large building with large windows, while the rest of the platform was blocked off by the black-painted iron fence. The only way up to the platform was a pair of concrete steps that led to a pair of glass double doors.
“Huh,” the Marine grunted as she stared up at the platform. “It looks pretty good. Those things would have to be pretty fucking determined to climb up there,” she added.
I took a quick scan around the parking lot and glanced down to the road just to make sure nothing was charging our way, and then joined her in looking up. “Yeah. But those things can jump pretty high, remember?”
“True.” The redhead glanced down the driveway as well, and then slowly made her way towards the stairs, her pistol held before her as she glanced back and forth. “But can they climb?” she wondered aloud.
“Dunno.” I moved in behind her, following her up the stairs with my shotgun at the ready. The setting sun was starting to elongate the shadows in the parking lot, giving everything a wonderfully warm tint that seemed to call for relaxation, but I wasn’t taking any chances. “Glass doors,” I pointed out absently as I turned my back to keep watch. “Those aren’t good.”
“Maybe they’re safety glass,” Meg suggested.
“In a suburban, neighborhood pool house?”
She was quiet for a second, and then gave a little grunt. “Yeah. We’d have to find something better, or maybe barricade them.” She tugged at the doors and I could hear them rattle, and she grunted again. “Yeah, they’re shit,” she concluded.
“Right.” We still hadn’t drawn any unwanted attention, so I turned back just as Meg opened the right-hand door. I held it open with one hand as she slipped inside, her tennis shoes not making a sound as she padded onto the cream-colored tile floor, her pistol raised and swinging back and forth in case something decided to leap out at us. I quickly followed her inside, closing the door behind me and thumbing the lock as I too joined her in scanning the place. A wide hallway led back to another pair of double doors, these standing wide open, while a closed and darkened office sat off to the right and a small, generic, unfurnished room was on our left. I shivered slightly as the air conditioning kicked in and blasted a hurricane of icy-cold air down the back of my neck, and the overwhelming stench of chlorine burned my nostrils. “They didn’t care about the electricity bills here, did they?” I remarked.
“Prob’ly running off the same circuit as the towers, from the solar panels.” Meg leaned over and pressed her cheek against the office door, taking a second to scan the interior, and then took three big steps across the hall to glance into the nondescript room. “Nothin’s lurking,” she announced quietly.
“So far, I’m not really all that impressed,” I stated. I took a couple of steps forward and peered through the open doors. “Indoor and outdoor pool, and a ginormous hot tub,” I noted aloud.
“Really?” The Marine sounded positively giddy as she stepped past me, her pistol lowered to point at the tile floor. “I fucking love hot tubs,” she added as she peered at the quietly bubbling pool with an almost covetous look.
“Whatever,” I replied absently. I stepped through the doorway as well, and as nothing leapt out to attack I felt myself relaxing as well. I took a quick swing around, taking in the small tub of pool toys, a couple of life rings, several plastic signs affixed to the wall listing a truly massive number of pool rules, and peered through the glass wall at the outside portion of the platform. The pool was large and looked a bit inviting – or it would have if it weren’t for the large number of leaves floating across its surface and the three lawn chairs sunk into the depths. “They’ve got a divider so that they can still have a pool in the winter,” I said as I joined her by the burbling, steaming tub.
“Whatever,” Meg echoed back at me. “Hot tubs are better than pools,” she insisted.
“I really don’t think it makes much of a difference,” I sighed. I ran my fingers through my hair as I took another look around the pool house, and then grimaced. “This place is crap,” I decided. “No way we can make this place defensible. Far better to stay in the towers.”
“Here, gimme your weapon,” the Marine suddenly said.
I fixed her with a confused look. What is she up to… “Why?”
“Just lemme see your shotgun,” she repeated, fixing me with an innocent expression as she tucked her pistol into the waistband of her jeans.
“Okay…” I should have known what she was planning, but I nonetheless handed my shotgun over to her grasping hand. She wrapped her tiny digits around the slide, and her mouth curled into a tiny smile as her green eyes narrowed wickedly. Without hesitation she lunged forward, throwing all sixty pounds of her tiny frame against my waist! I lost my balance and, with my arms wind milling comically, fell backwards to land in the hot tub with a splash. My clothes instantly soaked through, and I struggled to stand as I spit out the warm water. “What the fuck?!?” I sputtered.
“That’s for choosing pools over hot tubs!” she giggled.
“Oh, you bitch…” I don’t know where it came from, but I lunged forward with incredible speed and fastened my hand around one slim ankle. Meg opened her mouth to say something, but I didn’t hesitate as I yanked backwards, half-sinking into the water as I pulled the Marine in with me. The redhead’s yowl of outrage was cut off as she sank beneath the bubbles, and I was smirking as she too sputtered to the surface. “Serves you right…”
“Fucker!” Meg actually laughed as she launched herself at me, wrapping her arms around my waist and trying to force me backwards. My smirk actually deepened as I planted my feet firmly on the bottom and stiffened my back, and except for a little sway I held my ground. “You are so going down!”
“You think so?” I grabbed the back of her tee shirt and jeans, hoisted her off of my body, and dunked her once more. As she sputtered back to the surface, my mind flashed back to my conversation with Lillian… Is this it? I wondered. “No way you could ever take me, so stop misbehaving,” I sneered.
“I’m gonna crush you!” Meg lunged at me once again, but this time I slipped to one side and caught her as she went past. Wrapping one arm around her waist, I bodily lifted her off the floor of the tub and took a couple of steps to the edge. “Put me down, mother fucker!” she yelled as she kicked and squirmed in my grip.
“I told you to stop misbehaving!” I draped her over the edge of the tub, face-down, and grasped on tiny, flailing wrist in my hand. With only the littlest bit of force I twisted her arm behind her back, and then used my body weight to press her down. “Calm down and apologize, or I’ll give you such a spanking!”
If anything my words had the opposite effect, and the redhead redoubled her fruitless efforts to escape my grip. “You wouldn’t fucking dare!” she hissed as she kicked her feet and sent a spray of water over both of us.
“Oh, really?” Leaning forward slightly to hold her even more firmly, I opened my free hand and brought my stiff palm straight across her denim-clad backside as hard as the angle would allow. The CRACK! of flesh-on-wet-cloth echoed in the pool house, but the sound was barely audible over Meg’s squeal of anger. “I told you to apologize!” I added as I swatted her three more times, each impact CRACKING in the air.
“No! Fuck you!” The redhead’s voice was growing hoarse, and her struggles grew even more frantic. “Let me go!”
“Such language from a little girl!” I observed in a mocking tone. “I guess the only thing left is to pull down your pants and spank you like the little girl you are!”
Meg froze, and looked at me over her shoulder, her eyes wide and her cheeks blushing furiously as she peered through the sodden mass of her hair. “You wouldn’t dare…” she growled in an offended voice.
“No? You gonna apologize?”
“Never!”
“Okay…” Carefully avoiding her kicking legs, I reached around her waist and unbuttoned her jeans with nimble fingers. Not bothering to unzip them, I instead grasped the denim on one side and gave a yank, and then repeated the maneuver on the other side. Switching back and forth, I worked her jeans down over her tiny, flat ass and halfway down her thighs. I could feel my cock springing to attention in my jeans at the sight of her cheeks, and for a moment I almost forgot what I was doing… Holy shit, her ass is even better than Rachel’s! A quick shake of my head brought me out of my reverie, and I brought my hand back up again. “Last chance…” I intoned ominously.
“Fuck you!”
I shrugged… and then let loose with a volley of hard, stinging swats across Meg’s bare backside. Each flesh-on-flesh swat rang forth, each blow impacting fully on one cheek or the other. I didn’t keep a close count, but after about ten swats on both sides I paused and leaned over the yowling, squirming Marine. “Apologize!” I ordered.
“No!”
Meg’s voice was hoarser, more throaty, and her squirming was a bit weaker, but I was determined in my task. I rained another series of slaps across her backside, each one eliciting a yowl from her lips as bright red handprints formed on her bone-white ass. “Apologize!” I repeated.
“Please…” I shrugged and smacked her ass a few more times on each cheek, and suddenly I could feel the strength drain out of her. “Okay!” she shouted with a hitch in her voice.
“Okay, what?” I asked with my hand raised high.
“Okay, I’m sorry!”
“What are you sorry for?” She squirmed just a little bit, and I rested my palm on her warm, soft ass. “I can do this all evening,” I warned in a dark tone. “What are you sorry for?”
“I… I’m sorry I pushed you into the pool!”
“Is that all you’re sorry for?” I asked.
“I…” She hesitated, and I made a big show of pulling my hand away from her ass. “I’m sorry that I’ve been such a bitch to you!” she quickly squeaked.
“You have been a bitch, haven’t you?” I mused as I gently rested my hand back on her ass.
“Yeah, I have!” she agreed.
“So, how are you going to atone for your sins?” I slid my hand over her glowing backside, feeling her smooth, girlish skin glide beneath my palm. My fingers dipped down, and I could feel the heat of her sex on my fingers as my digits came dangerously close to her little-girl pussy.
Meg twitched and gasped, but she didn’t try to struggle anymore and instead just trembled under my touch. “I… I’m going to be nicer to you,” she said lamely, her voice almost quavering.
“Is that all?” I asked. I leaned forward, putting a bit of my body weight into my grasping hand and pressing her own wrist into her back uncomfortably. At the same time I allowed my probing digits to slip a bit deeper between her thighs, worming up into her cleft until I felt her slick, white-hot slit against my fingertips. “I think you want something more,” I added in a whisper.
I could feel the redhead tremble beneath me as a sob leaked from between her lips. “I… I…” she stammered lamely.
“Just say it,” I ordered as I gave my fingers a little flick.
Meg practically moaned as she shivered in my grip. “Please… Please, just…”
“Say it,” I repeated.
“Just…” She took a deep breath and screwed her eyes shut. “Just fuck me,” she whispered, almost as if she were ashamed of her own words.
“Beg me to do it,” I ordered. I pulled my hand from between her legs and fumbled with the snap of my jeans, undoing the button and unzipping the fly with shaking fingers. My cock sprang forth like a javelin as I shoved the denim down over my hips and leaned over the helpless girl. “Beg for it!”
“Please, fuck me,” Meg whimpered. “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me…”
I stepped in close, grasping the base of my prick with my free hand as I guided the tip between her thighs. For her part Meg brought her knees forward, pressing her glowing-hot ass back at me to help me in my task. “Admit that you’ve been wanting this,” I hissed as I pressed the head against her cunt.
“I wanted this, I deserve it!”
I pressed my hips forward slightly, and felt the pressure increasing as my teenage cock encountered the resistance of her far-too-tiny pre-teen pussy. “You do deserve it!” I agreed with her. I wriggled my hips a bit, and Meg whimpered as I worked the tip between her non-existent lips.
“I deserve it!” she repeated. She too wriggled her hips, working herself down a bit onto my prick. “I deserve it!”
“You’re such a cunt!” I pressed forward a bit further, sliding another millimeter of Mike-cock into her.
“I’m a cunt! I deserve this, I’m a cunt!” Meg sobbed and squirmed a bit, helping me work my way into her, surrendering herself to me fully. “Please, pull my hair!” she begged. I paused only for an instant, and then shrugged. Releasing my grip on her wrist, I instead wound my fingers through her sopping-wet crimson locks and yanked. The redhead whined as I pulled her head back, and then she gasped with shock as I lifted her shoulder up off the tile. She squirmed once more, and because of the new angle her virtue gave up all resistance and Meg slid down onto my cock a full two inches. “Fu-uck…” she whimpered as she shuddered.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” I muttered. She was… between her diminutive side and the fact that mine might have been the first cock she had taken in years (if ever) made her cunt feel like a vice around my shaft.
“Do it, I’m a cunt, fuck me, I deserve it!” Meg gripped the edge of the hot tub and thrust her ass back at me, forcing another half-inch inside of her as she openly sobbed. “I’m a cunt!”
“You’re a cunt!” I pulled out slightly and rammed home again, driving three inches inside of her tiny body.
“I’m a cunt!”
“You’re a cunt!” Out and in, three and a half inches…
“I’m a cunt!” Out and in, four inches… “I’m a cunt!” Four and a half inches… “I’m… a… cunt…”
I bottomed out inside of her at five inches, her undeveloped pussy straining to take all of my massive cock, and Meg’s chant of humiliation descended into guttural grunts and moans of discomfort as I started a steady, driving rhythm. One of her hands left the edge of the tub and fluttered between her legs, but I swatted the hand away and instead inserted my own digits in the cleft. I easily found her clit, rock-hard and the size of a tiny pencil eraser, and I rolled the nubbin under my fingertips as I pounded into her. My attentions had the desired effect, and the taunting and helpless redhead stiffened, her entire body becoming rigid as she crashed over the edge of her own perversions and came once, twice, three times in rapid succession. The sounds of her whimpering sobs, the feeling of her straining body, the sensation of her taut hair wound around my fingers, the vice of her undulating pussy gripping my cock sent me over the edge as well, and with a growl of barely-constrained lust I pressed myself as deep as possible and splurted blast after blast of white-hot jism past her quivering cervix and straight into her pre-teen womb…
It felt as if we stayed like that for hours, but realistically it had only been a few minutes before we crashed down the other slope of our respective orgasms. Meg sagged in my grip, and I leaned forward and laid her across the cool tile floor. “Oh God,” she whimpered. “Oh God…”
“You deserved this,” I whispered.
“I deserved this,” she agreed. I felt her shudder with a tiny orgasmic aftershock as I lay across her body, my cock still lodged in her far-too-small pussy. “I deserved to have you rape me.”
“I did, didn’t I?” I mused.
“You raped me,” she repeated.
“I did. And I’m gonna do it again,” I added, and the girl shuddered with another tiny orgasm as she shivered at my words. “You belong to me now.”
“I can’t… I don’t…”
“Say it,” I ordered softly.
Meg took a deep breath, exhaled in a shuddering gasp, and actually moaned in humiliation. “I belong to you,” she admitted.
“That’s right.” I gave my still-hard cock another thrust inside of her, and the girl shuddered again as she moaned a tiny little moan. “And I’m gonna fuck you whenever I want now!”
“P… Please,” she whimpered.
“Please, what?”
“Please don’t tell the others,” she begged. She craned her neck around and looked me in the eye, and I was struck by the strange glow in her green, tear-stained orbs. “Please, I’ll do whatever you want, just don’t tell the others…”
“Hmm…” I made a show of actually considering her words, but inside I already knew what my answer was going to be. Meg might be my new fuck-toy, but that didn’t mean that I had to treat her cruelly. I had no intention of letting any of the other girls know what had happened – although I had no illusion that they would not know that the Marine and I had finally consummated our twisted whatever-the-Hell-it-was relationship. I decided that I would keep her perversions as secret as possible from the others. Still, that didn’t mean that I couldn’t profit from our little lie… “Maybe. It depends.”
“On what?”
“On just how well you suck cock,” I whispered in her ear. I heard her gasp and shudder, although whether it was from fear or pleasure I wasn’t sure. “You better start taking some notes, ‘cause unless you learn to suck me off I’ll be forced to tell the others what you are!”
“No, please don’t,” she begged. “I’ll learn, I swear!”
I leaned over and kissed her cheek, thrusting into her one last time. And I might be wrong, but I could swear that she had a tiny little smile of contentment on her face as I hugged her tight. Although given the sheer amount of waterlogged hair covering most of her face, I might be mistaken.
But in the moment, I don’t think either one of us actually cared.
“So, how does it look?”
I pushed the door to the apartment behind me with my heel as I stood my shotgun in the corner and peered into the living room. A harem of pre-teen sex-kittens awaited our arrival, each with varying looks of smirking knowledge and in various stages of undress. Rachel was by far the most modest with most of her front covered by a large apron that hung down to her knees, but I could see flashes of bare flesh around the sides that let me know she wore nothing but a pair of tiny, skin-tight panties underneath. Lam had matching panties and was wearing a tight little tee-shirt with a rainbow pony on the front, while Abby went full-on, daringly nude. Lillian had tossed on a men’s dress shirt over her form, but as she shifted on the couch I could tell that she was bare underneath, while Paisley was wearing a pair of Rachel’s skin-tight shorts and a billowy shirt that sported a large pot leaf on the front. I was actually surprised that nothing stirred below my waist as I took in the succulent scene – but only for an instant, as the memory of Meg’s far-too-tight, far-too-hot pussy wrapped around my throbbing, thrusting cock flooded back into my mind. “It looks good,” I replied as I tried to keep a blush of embarrassment off my face.
“Is that true, Colonel?” asked Lillian, the wicked gleam in her eye belying her even tone.
“Yeah.” Meg just grunted her reply as she unceremoniously dumped her pack on the floor and placed her pistol on the table next to the door. She turned back to the throng, took in their smirks, and blushed deeply. “With a little work I think we can turn it into a pretty-good place to live,” she added as she looked away.
“You seem a bit… soggy,” Abby pointed out.
“We fell in the pool,” the Marine quickly replied in a gruff voice, ducking her head to hide her blush.
“Your pack seems oddly dry, Colonel,” Lillian pointed out in a light, breezy tone. “If you fell in, then why is it still dry?”
“Selective water,” Abby suggested.
“Did Mister Mike do her like he does me?” Paisley whispered in a far-too-loud voice to Rachel. “You said he was gonna do her.”
Rachel opened her mouth to reply, but the hiss of boiling water from the stove drew her attention. “Dammit,” she grumped as she pushed off the back of the sofa and padded to the kitchenette, clearly annoyed that she couldn’t join in on the torments.
“I’m gonna go get some dry clothes,” Meg quickly said. “My panties are up my crack, ‘n it’s starting to itch.” She kept her head down as she fled back to the bedrooms, not daring to meet anyone’s gaze as her face burned brightly.
“That was too cruel,” I pointed out, trying to make my voice sound far sterner than I actually felt. I glanced down the hall, saw that Meg was out of sight, and pitched my voice even lower. “She’s embarrassed, and you aren’t helping.”
“I assume that she wants to keep it a secret,” Lillian remarked.
“Ye-ayah,” I replied, drawing out the word to three syllables and glowering at her under my furrowed brows.
“Oh, this is gonna be so much fun,” Abby said wickedly as she grinned an evil grin and rubbed her palms together.
“No, you are not going to torment her about it.” I drew myself up to my full towering-over-them height, crossed my arms over my chest, and glowered at them. “She’s already embarrassed enough about it, I don’t need you piling on.”
“But Mike…”
“No buts!” I glared at each one in turn, and the girls pouted in response – but I got my point across.
Rachel leaned out of the kitchenette area and fixed the snickering gaggle with a tiny frown. “Stop picking on Meg ‘n Mike,” the tiny blonde girl ordered. “Dinner will be ready in about fifteen minutes.”
“Great,” Abby muttered in a disgusted tone under her breath so quietly that only I could hear. I shot her a glower, but she just smiled a dazzling smile as her face fell into a mask of innocence.
“Excellent,” Lam said aloud. “That will give us a chance to talk about some important things. Rachel, if you could pay attention from the kitchen?” The Asian girl settled into one of the living room chairs, and we each took a seat. I took a seat on the couch, and naturally the other girls quickly scrambled to find their places near me. Lillian won as she snuggled up against my right side (and tried to hide the fact that she stuck her tongue out at the others with an air of victory from me), while Abby lunged past Paisley and laid claim to my left side. The little brunette looked annoyed and opened her mouth to whine, but instead just settled in at my feet. Meg returned from changing, and had made herself comfortable in a tiny pair of black jeans and her rhinestone butterfly tee, and as she padded barefoot into the living room she glanced in my direction, blushed deeply, and took the other living room chair, folding her feet under her well-spanked backside while trying to hide her discomfort from everyone. And naturally, just because she was feeling left out, Mr. Pibb dashed across the carpet, yapped at Paisley for a moment, and then promptly leapt over the girl and into my lap.
“So, do you know why those things didn’t attack me in the mall?” I asked, cutting right to the heart of the matter.
“I… No, I do not as yet know.” Lam sank back in her chair as she crossed her arms over her flat chest, her face a mask of annoyance. “I just do not have the proper equipment to determine what happened. But Michael, you may be indeed correct that the only reason the Feral might attack you is because they smell us on your body.”
“Of course he’s right,” Lillian interjected. “I want to know why I’m still sick while everyone else is better!”
“I want to know when we should actually get out to the mall,” Abby said.
“Are we going to be okay?” Rachel asked from the kitchen. She glanced behind her at something on the stove, frowned, and turned to pay attention to the cooking. “Are we going to get sick again?” she tossed over her shoulder as her panty-clad ass wriggled out of my sight.
“We need to talk about what exactly you saw at the mall,” Meg mentioned. “We should… sit down, Mike, and see what you can remember,” she added as she blushed once more and tore her gaze from my face.
“Wait… wait…” Lam’s gaze flicked from face to face as she tried to keep track of the different topics.
“I think our health is far more important than shopping,” Lillian remarked as she leaned forward slightly and fixed Abby with a pointed stare across my chest.
“But there are all the drugs we need, and a lot of the food from the store in there,” Abby shot back, her eyes narrowing ever-so-slightly back at the President. “It’s not like I wanted to hit up a lingerie store to find a costume to wear for Mike!”
“I wanna get a costume too!” Paisley whined. “I wanna be a princess!”
“Okay… Stop, everyone stop!” I raised my voice slightly and was actually a bit stunned when everyone promptly stopped talking. I almost wilted a bit under five pairs of eyes peering intently at me as the girls waited patiently for my next words, but I managed to dig deep and press on. “Okay, we can talk about the mall later. Meg, later tonight we’ll put our heads together and see if we can figure out more about the people who were there.”
“Yeah, put your heads together,” Lillian muttered sotto-voice with a wicked glint in her eye.
I pinched her backside in punishment, and the Latina squealed and jumped slightly as I glowered at her in mock anger. “That sound good to you, Colonel?” I asked.
“Y… yeah, sure.” Meg was trying to act cool and disconnected, but I could tell from her blush that she can caught the implication of Lillian’s snide comment and realized that it was exactly what she too was thinking.
“Tomorrow we’ll talk about an expedition to the mall, and how to handle the Feral in there,” I continued.
“Wait, Michael,” Lam jumped in. “We need to talk about another expedition,” she added, leaning forward and fixing me with an intent stare as she spoke quickly. “I need to find a decent hospital.”
“Why?” I asked. I glanced at the President beside me, and fixed the doctor with a worried look. “Is Lil okay?”
“She’s fine,” the Asian replied. Lam settled back, the look on her face making it clear that she was trying to order her thoughts, and with a tiny grunt she nodded as she finally got everything organized. “Okay, first of all, we will all be fine. Whatever the disease was – and I still believe it to be pneumonial in nature – the medicines that Michael retrieved from the pharmacy has taken care of that problem. In another week we should be back to normal.”
“But why am I still feeling sick?” Lillian asked.
“I am getting to that.” My eyes narrowed as I stared at Lam – it was subtle, maybe so subtle that the others had missed it, but from a tiny flick of her eyes between the Latina and me I could tell that she was avoiding talking about something. “We need a hospital with decent medical facilities, and maybe a generator so that I can utilize some of the more powerful equipment,” she continued. “I have reached the limits of what I can discover about our condition without performing some analyses at the cellular and genetic level.”
“I want to know why those things didn’t attack Mikey in the mall,” Rachel stated as she returned to the kitchenette archway.
“As do I,” Lam admitted. “There has to be something at the genetic level that attracts and amplifies Feral rage towards the genetically female but does not spark the same attraction and rage towards males. Oh, we could conduct some field tests,” she admitted with a wave of her hand, “but all that will reveal is conditional responses in them. To truly understand our transformation, I will need some high-powered equipment.”
“We can discuss it, but Lam, I’m pretty sure that there’s something you’re not telling us,” I said bluntly. The doctor blushed and fidgeted, letting me know that I hit the mark. I leaned forward in my seat, causing Lillian, Abby and Mr. Pibb to shift slightly, and fixed the Asian girl with a direct stare.
“I am not hiding anything,” she quickly said. She took a deep breath and exhaled, and then fixed me with a stare just as direct. “It is just that I have some… profound news, have found some things out, and I am just not sure how everyone will handle the information. I am trying to find a diplomatic way of revealing it.”
“Lammy, you know you can trust us,” Rachel said. She glanced over her shoulder and then padded into the living room, perching on the back of the couch behind me as she placed a tiny hand on my shoulder. “We’re all family here…”
“Kissing sisters,” Meg muttered with a tiny bark of laughter.
“Now’s not the time for incest jokes,” my little blonde lover replied with a smile as the girls giggled and a corner of my mouth quirked up in amusement. “We’re all family, and you can tell us anything.”
“Okay,” Lam finally said. I had noticed that she had not joined in on our amusement at Meg’s wisecrack, but instead had maintained her dead-serious look. “Okay,” she repeated. She took another deep breath and leaned forward. “We’ve all been transformed,” she explained. “Genetically. That is the only explanation for how we could undergo such a profound cellular transformation. Our changes have been at the cellular level. Somehow, and I do not at present know how, something has essentially ‘reset’ our physical forms. For Michael and the surviving male population, this has rewritten their code to adolescence. For the surviving females, it has rewritten their genetic code to the point of pre-pubescence.”
“That’s kinda clear,” Abby remarked.
“Right. But… The changes in our bodies that are physical are… They are…”
“Lam.” The doctor looked at me, and I was struck at how confused and upset she appeared. “We need to know. Just tell us, and we’ll find a way to handle it.”
“Yes, Master,” she replied. She looked down at her hands as she twisted them in her lap, and the words came in a sudden rush. “Our physical bodies have been transformed, but not in the same way as Michael’s. His cellular code was reset, but he will eventually return to a physically adult form – basically, he will grow up again. But those of us who are biologically-designated female have reached the limits of our physical development. We may still have the average life-spans of pre-Event women, but I do not believe that we will physically mature. Appearance-wise, we will forever appear to be pre-pubescent girls, until the day we die.”
Everyone was silent for a moment, and then I felt Lillian stir beside me. “I… notice that you emphasized ‘appearance,’” she remarked.
“Yes,” Lam said in a pained voice. “Appearance-wise, we will look like this. But our internal organs, our physiological functions, have been altered in a different way. We are able to physically handle more stress, more damage, than any normal human being before. The evidence is there,” she added as she sank back in her chair and waved a hand around the room. “The Colonel’s broken leg has healed at a rate far faster than normal, and President Ramos heals any… ah… aftereffects of her time with Michael overnight. Our healing rates have been increased to regenerative levels, allowing us to receive much more damage than usual and to recover from said damage in record time.”
“But… Why?”
“That…” Lam took another deep breath, and when she continued her voice actually contained a quaver of fear. “That is because it is an aftereffect of what I believe our true alterations are meant to accomplish. I cannot be one hundred percent sure at this point, which is why I need access to far better diagnostic equipment than I currently have, but I believe that the genetic code alteration has redesigned our wombs and ovaries to reach fertility far earlier than normal. We may have the appearance of pre-pubescent females, but currently each one of us appears to be producing eggs and we are consistently fertile. We have been re-designed to be, for lack of a better term, ‘baby factories.’”
“No…” Meg’s voice was filled with horror, and behind me I felt Rachel tense. Abby paled so much I thought she was going to pass out, and Lillian actually gasped. “That…” the Marine stammered. “That…”
“It is the only conclusion that makes any sort of sense,” Lam quickly continued. “Michael’s spermatozoa production has increased to a point roughly ten times normal, while we females have been redesigned to be fertile on a near-constant basis. Combined this with the psychological effects that encourages Michael to mate with us and our near-constant sexual desire to mate with him, it is the only logical conclusion that can be reached. We have been designed to produce the offspring of whomever to which we have been bound. And that,” she added as she tore her gaze from my face and fixed it on Lillian, “is why you are having trouble ‘recovering’ from our illness. You have recovered, I believe. Instead, there is something else.” She paused for a moment, glanced back at me with an almost wistful gaze, and then returned her attention to Lillian.
“You are pregnant. You have been for roughly three or four weeks.” Lam was quiet for a moment, and then sagged back in her chair. “As am I,” she added in an almost whisper. “For about four to six weeks by now.”
If this were a cartoon I truly believe that my jaw would have literally hit the floor. I turned to look at Lillian, who returned my shocked gaze with one of her own. “I…” she stammered. “I…”
“Uhm…” I too was at a loss for words as I looked about the room. Lam looked impassive, hiding her true emotions behind her clinical mask, while Meg – perhaps remembering what I had shot where just an hour before – looked queasy. Abby looked shocked, while Paisley just looked confused. I couldn’t actually read Rachel’s mood as a flood of emotions washed across her face, but her grip on my shoulder tightened to an almost painful tension. I returned my gaze to Lillian, and stared past her paling face and into her wide brown eyes. It’s not true, it can’t be true… But deep inside I knew that it was. It explained the oddly solicitous feelings I had been experiencing towards her for the past few days, explained why I was so concerned about the well-being of the girls – somehow, subconsciously, I knew that what Lam had said was true.
“Uh… Whoops?” I finally managed to choke out.
In the kitchen, the hiss of pots boiling over and ruining dinner filled the silence of the living room.
>>Chapter 16>>