The New Order: Chapter 16 - Forever
by The Pediatrician
mg; mg+; tf; anal; mast; preg; caution
Five days after Lam dropped her bombshell on us – that the girls had been re-engineered, that they were little more than baby factories, and that they would never, ever reach physical maturity again – our existence had entered into this weird, surreal sort of half-life. To say that the girls had been stunned by the revelation that they had been redesigned to do nothing more than produce offspring was an understatement… but far worse to the stability of our twisted little family was the knowledge that I had managed to impregnate both Lam and Lillian within weeks of first contact. The interpersonal dynamic in the apartment had changed, and nobody was quite sure what the end result was going to be – but fortunately, by the end of the week each of the girls was beginning to deal with their situation in their own particular way.
By far the two that were happiest – if that is the proper word in this case – about the situation were the President and the doctor. After a few hours of shocked silence Lillian had come to terms with both her eternal pre-teen form and the fact that she was carrying my child, and even though she denied it I could sense that a small part of her seemed almost pleased at her newly-minted mother-to-be status. She had laid claim to me that evening, insisting that she was to be my bed warmer and fuck-toy, and she managed to somehow twist the situation to her benefit in her own mind. As she stroked my stiffening cock erect she pointed out all the advantages of her present state – that as the damage was already done I could fuck her all I wanted, how she had secretly always wanted a child her entire life but had never actually managed to have one, and how the thought that it was my child made her even hotter. Our lovemaking that night was primal and fierce and seemingly non-stop as I drilled into her no less than three times, depositing my huge, sticky, and (evidently) ultra-virile seed into her shuddering body as she clung to my and whimpered in pleasure. “I’m yours!” she chanted as I growled, pressed the tip of my cock against her quivering cervix, and splurted jet after jet of jism into her already occupied womb, “I’m yours! I’m yours!”
Lam, on the other hand, hid her pleasure behind a mask of clinical detachment. “It is time for me to pleasure you, Master,” she simply said one afternoon – before riding me with a wild abandon that seemed totally out of character for her. She drove her far-too-stretched little-girl slit down on my throbbing prick so hard that I was almost afraid for my other child growing inside of her slim, convex belly, but she didn’t seem to mind as her eyes rolled into the back of her head and she came once, twice, three times in a row. However, the sight of her slack-jawed face and the tiny bit of drool oozing from the corner of her mouth as she lost herself in her orgasm drove most of the conscious thoughts from my head, and with a growl I rolled us over, pinned her to the mattress, and made sure she knew that, no matter what, she was still my slave and would take what I wanted to take. It was obviously a trick of the light, but I could swear that her flat belly actually bloated from the sheer amount of spunk I injected into her… but she didn’t mind, and as she clung to me, shuddering and whimpering as her post-orgasmic aftershocks trembled her body, I decided that truly the doctor knew best.
As for the others, well… It was weird, but each adapted to the revelation in a different way. Abby by far seemed to be the one totally unfazed by her situation, and for a few days I couldn’t tell if it was because of some inner resilience or simply shock. But it then hit me one morning when she decided to join me in the shower that her particular kink made her the safest of all. “I get it now,” I hissed into the whimpering, sobbing girl’s ear as I pressed my cock deeper into her straining, screaming asshole and simultaneously frigged her rock-hard little-girl clit as the hot water cascaded over us. “You’re just a butt-slut!”
“Yeah!” she gasped. She wriggled her hips and then stiffened as she crashed over the edge into a truly titanic orgasm, and I tensed as well as I pumped my seed safely into her shitter. We didn’t say much to each other as we sank into the bottom of the shower stall and cuddled, but I think that both of us were aware that, unless she decided to take me somewhere else, she was probably not going to ‘accidently’ end up carrying my offspring.
Paisley’s mental state made her understanding doubtful, so ultimately it was up to me to ensure that she remained safe and baby-free – although it took no small measure of restraint on my part. She was so young, so innocent, and so trusting that it was all I could do not to simply throw her down on the mattress and stuff my cock inside of her – but after a bit of trial and error we developed a little game to relieve both of our tensions while keeping her womb empty. The big comfy chair in my bedroom got a workout as I would sit with the little brunette on my lap, both of us naked from the waist down, and we would both use our fingers to get the other off while we kissed passionately. No less than four times over the next week the little girl moaned into my mouth as she shuddered with pleasure while my fingers danced on her tight, drooling slit, and after only a couple of sessions she learned exactly how to stroke my throbbing cock perfectly to draw fountains of hot, stick spunk from my tight balls. It was unbelievably messy – each time we played our new little game, most of her hairless mound and my frigging hand ended up coated with my stuff, but Paisley didn’t seem to mind. She would simply wrap one arm around my neck and feast on my lips while she smeared the stuff over her body – and it was all I could do not to snap back to attention and nail the innocently slutty little brunette right there. It was only the fear of a third child at that moment that stayed my hand during that transitional week… but in all honesty it was close.
Meg, on the other hand, almost seemed in catatonic shock. I couldn’t tell which particular fear was the worst for her – that our little fuck-session in the pool house had broken the ‘lesbian dam’ inside of her, that she might actually be pregnant from our single session, or that her desires were uncontrollable and she might risk a pregnancy to experience another taste of Mike. She did avoid me like the plague for several days as she tried to work through her feelings, but honestly it didn’t hurt me all that much as I was still trying to deal with the others. But let’s face it… there’s only so much that a body can do when she is young, sexually insatiable, and emotionally bound to me. Things came to a head on Thursday morning as we were ‘reconning’ Tower One – while investigating an unlocked apartment on the ninth floor I couldn’t stop staring at her tiny, tight, wriggling little ass. She knew that I was staring, but didn’t do anything about it except to wriggle a bit more and act a bit bratty. Before either of us knew what was happening I had her wrists twisted behind her back and held firm with one hand while the other was wrapped around her throat as I forced her helpless body down on my shaft. She ‘fought’ (but not that hard) and ‘choked’ (but not that hard), and I gave her a few slaps across the mouth (but not that hard) to show her just how helpless she actually was, and the next thing I knew I was filling her womb with my seed as her eyes rolled into the back of her head and she teetered on the edge of consciousness as her own orgasm tore through her ‘ravaged’ body. “We gotta stop doin’ this,” she gasped as she lay on my chest, shivering a bit in her post-sex haze, her sweat-soaked hair covering me like a crimson blanket.
“Yeah,” I agreed. But I noticed that neither of us made a move to disengage, and she wriggled her ass in pleasure and gave a little gasp as I flicked the tip of my shaft against her spunk-soaked cervix.
That just left Rachel. I thought I should be using condoms, but my little blonde playmate wouldn’t hear of it… if anything, she seemed more determined than ever to have me pop off inside her tight, undulating pre-teen womb. I thought it was weird and rather dangerous, but she didn’t seem to care – at least once per day over the next week she would find time to be alone with me, seduce me, and take every inch inside of her until I was helpless to do anything except cum inside of her. “Do it, Mikey!” she begged, her voice ragged as she gasped for air and clutched me to her, wrapping her arms around my shoulders and locking her ankles behind my thrusting hips. “Do it, fuck me, fill me up!” Her tiny form, her sex-smell, her sheer desire obliterated my defenses, and with a growl of semi-frustration I would press deep inside of her and coat the walls of her womb with my sperm. I tried to talk to her about her thoughts, but there never seemed to be the time – or the focus, between her shuddering orgasms and my gasping for air.
I finally did get a chance on Friday night, when Rachel crashed my time with Paisley. For variety we had decided to use the bed for our mutual masturbation games, and things were coming along nicely. “Mister Mikey,” the little pigtailed brunette gasped, her nude body flushed and her nipples hard enough to cut glass as I stroked her stiff little clit, “I love it when you touch my dirty place!”
I leaned over and kissed her trembling lips, letting my erection rest against her warm thigh. “It’s not a dirty place, sweetie,” I whispered as I dipped my fingertips into her slit, pressing inside of her just enough to elicit a whimper from the horny little girl. “It’s your cunny, and cunny’s aren’t dirty. Doesn’t it feel good?”
“Uh huh!” The brunette worried her lower lip for a moment, and then fixed me with her large, innocent blue eyes. “Is that why all the girls like it when they lick another girl down there?”
“Of course,” I replied with a chuckle. “Don’t you lick the girls down there too?”
“I don’t know how,” she admitted sadly. “Miss Meg says that I need to practice a lot more, so I can do it right.” She gave a little giggle that evolved into a sigh of sexual pleasure as I worked her clit even more frantically. “She says I gotta learn how to munch rug to be a real dyke,” she added with a soft sigh.
“Well, we’ll work on that. But for now…” My words were interrupted by a tiny knock at the door, and I glanced across the bedroom as Rachel slipped inside. “Hey, cutie,” I said with a smile. “Everything okay?”
“Everything’s fine, Mikey.” The tiny blonde glanced at the splayed-legged Paisley on the bed, at my raging cock, and then returned her gaze to my face as a lusty blush colored her cheeks. “I just thought that I’d join you for some fun,” she added, her little-girl voice growing a bit rougher.
I glanced at Paisley, who smiled and gave a tiny nod of approval, and then cocked my head in the tiny blonde’s direction. “Sure,” I said with a smile. “Let’s see if you’ve been practicing your coordination.”
Rachel broke into a beaming smile of her own, and stripped off her oversized tee in a single motion as she padded across the carpet and leapt up onto the bed. After a few minutes of foreplay – which really wasn’t needed as both girls and I were already raring to go – we finally fell into a rhythm where Rachel ate out Paisley while I drilled into her from behind. All of us took the other two higher and higher, until Paisley was the first to succumb to her passions. With a surprised look the little brunette gasped, stiffened as she raised her tiny backside up off the mattress, and pressed Rachel’s face fully into her tiny slit. Her orgasm was almost silent except for a tiny, kitten-like mewling from between her lips, and her eyes rolled back in her head until she crashed over the crest and collapsed limp onto the sheets, her entire body shivering as she savored the aftershocks coursing through her tiny body. The combination of the erotic sight of the little girl cumming, combined with the sensation of Rachel’s pre-teen pussy wrapped around my pumping cock like a vice, sent me over the edge as well, and with a growl of pure animal lust I gripped her hips tightly and buried myself inside of her, spurting jet after white-hot jet of Mike-seed straight into her quivering belly. The combined taste of Paisley and the feeling of my orgasm filling her up ignited Rachel, and with a whimpering shudder she pressed her hips back against me as her cervix irised open and welcomed my spunk inside of her, greedily dipping into the vast pool and drawing it deep.
We ended up in a sweaty, gasping pile on the bed, with me in the middle and both girls snuggling up against me on either side. Paisley pressed her tiny body against mine and clutched my arm, her cheeks flushed a bright red and a satisfied look in her eyes. “That was real good, Mister Mike,” she said softly in a half-tired, half-breathy voice. “I wanna do this again,” she added as her words became tinged with sleepiness.
“What, like right now?” I asked with a chuckle as I kissed her forehead.
“Nu uh,” she replied around a yawn. She snuggled in deeper and curled her body around mine, worming her face into the crook of my neck. “I’m all tired out,” she explained. Within seconds her breathing had slowed as she dropped off to sleep.
I gave the adorable one last kiss on the forehead and then turned my attention to the pre-teen sex kitten on my right. “And what about you?” I asked softly as I gave Rachel a matching kiss on the forehead. “Are you all tired out too?”
“Nope.” The tiny blonde squirmed in close, returned my kiss with a passionate one of her own, and settled in as well. “I’ll probably drop off in a bit, but right now I’m all jazzed up.” She rested her cheek on my shoulder and gave a quiet little giggle. “For some reason your stuff in me always gets me worked up!”
The knowledge of what we had just done – and where my super-seed had ultimately ended up going – brought a tiny little frown to my face. “And you’re not worried about…” I asked in a slow, almost hesitant voice.
“Worried about…”
“Y’know.” I slid my stroking palm from her flat backside across her hip to pat her belly somewhere in the vague vicinity of her navel. “Buns?” I suggested. Rachel was so quiet that for a moment I thought that she had fallen asleep, but then she began to tremble. I peered down into her face and saw tears dotting the corners of her eyes. “Hey, what’s wrong?” I asked.
“It’s…” She took a deep, hiccupping breath, sniffed, and turned her head so that she could look me in the eye. “It’s just that both Lammy and the President are preggers, and we’ve been doing it way more ‘n a lot longer than them, and I’m not…”
“Wait, do you want to get pregnant?” I asked in astonishment. Just when you think you know somebody…
“Yes… No… I don’t know.” She turned her head back and rested her cheek on my shoulder in a mirror image of Paisley, squirmed closer, and tried to keep her voice low. “It’s just that I knew that it was a risk, that it might happen,” she explained. “Remember when we were talking about it, just after all this happened?”
My mind raced back to the early days of the Event, back to the bedroom of my apartment and a brief discussion we had after a particularly energetic bout of lovemaking. “I remember,” I said quietly.
“Well, at first I was all like, ‘We’re so lucky, we’re doin’ it and nothing bad’s happening!’ And then after we left and we ran into the others, I started to think that I couldn’t, we couldn’t get pregnant. But then you do it with Lammy ‘n she gets knocked up fast, ‘n then you do it with Lil ‘n she gets knocked up, like, the first time you stick it in her…”
“Hey,” I said gently as I gave her a one-armed hug. “Are you jealous?”
Rachel sniffed as she buried her face in my shoulder and clung to me. “I know I’m being silly, ‘n that I agreed to all the stuff we’ve been doing with each other, but why them ‘n not me…”
“Well, maybe we got lucky this time,” I replied as I groped for the right thing to say. “Maybe we’ve managed to put a bun in your little-girl oven tonight. Would that make you happy?”
“Maybe. I dunno.” She took a deep, shuddering breath and finally gave a little ironic laugh. “I don’t know what I want,” she finally admitted. “I’ve spent so long trying not to get pregnant that it’s almost routine, but now that I can and probably will get pregnant I guess I’m just annoyed that I’m not, ‘specially since Lil gets pregnant the first time you nail her…”
“I don’t think it was that quick,” I pointed out with a soft chuckle of my own.
“Whatever.” She gave another sniff, snuggled back down, and closed her eyes. “Ignore me, I’m just being silly,” she said as her voice grew a bit weaker. “I’ll be better in the morning, honest.”
“Really?”
“Really,” she replied. “’N yeah, maybe if I sleep with your stuff in me, ‘n we do it again in the morning, I’ll probably get knocked up ‘n the problem will be solved…”
I just lay there, cradling both girls in my arms as they drifted deeper into their post-coital slumber while my mind whirled. I’ve already got two kids on the way, and now SHE wants one too? Is this part of the change? I glanced down at Paisley and frowned slightly as I took in her innocent, slumbering face, her thumb pressed against her teeth as a tiny bit of drool dribbling from one corner of her slightly parted lips as her nose whistled in time to her breathing. Is SHE going to want a baby too? And Abby, and Meg? I had a flash of vision, of all six girls dressed in next to nothing, their tiny bellies swollen with my children, and I was actually a bit shocked to feel my well-satisfied, mostly limp cock twitch just a bit. Do I want babies as well?!? Have I been rewired too?
No answers were forthcoming in the darkness of the night… but the question did keep me awake far longer than I wanted.
Things were not better in the morning. Oh, it was definitely quieter – I think that Rachel remembered her admissions as we dropped off to sleep and realized that, just maybe, she had said far more than she intended, and she managed to hide her true feelings behind an obviously artificial mask of pre-teen sluttiness as she whimpered and gasped and moaned and rode my throbbing shaft. Of course, her slutty act naturally brought out the fumbling, unsure slut inside of Paisley, whose behavior was thoroughly ridiculous even if it was real, pressing down her tiny little pre-teen slit on my stiff fingers as she feasted on my lips and breathed hot, breathy moans of pure lust into my mouth.
And it wasn’t just the two of them… the other girls were just as unsure and tense as we padded out of our respective sleeping rooms in twos and threes and gathered around the dining room table. Meg had spent the evening with Abby locked in what I can only assume was a hot, aggressive lesbian embrace, but the Marine was taciturn and monosyllabic as she poked at her bowl of oatmeal and graced me with frequent sidelong glances, blushed furiously, and returned her gaze back to her meal. Abby, on the other hand, was acting so wired that I wondered if she had pounded an entire pot of coffee before anyone else had awakened. “G’morning, Mike,” she said in a breathy little soprano voice as she slid into the chair next to me.
“Morning,” I grunted back. Coffee, where’s the fucking coffee…
“Did you sleep well?” she asked as she placed a hand on my thigh,
“Uh… Yeah, I did.” There it is… I leaned forward and grabbed the handle of the carafe, poured myself a nice, stiff drink, and held the warming mug in my palms as I sat back in my chair. “Did you?”
“Mostly,” she said. I glanced over at the tiny, pixie-haired blonde as she slid her hand up a bit higher until her palm was resting on my well-abused cock – which still twitched at the contact through my jeans. “Something was missing,” she added, a wicked glint in her eyes.
“Uh…”
“What are you two talking about?” I tore my eyes from Abby’s brilliant blue orbs and the evil promise they contained and turned my gaze over to Lillian as she took her seat on my right. The Latina was the most well-put-together of all of us… unlike the half-nakedness of her fellow girls, the President had taken the time to at least throw on some clothes and run a brush through her silky black hair before letting anyone else see her.
I slid my eyes back to my coffee and then shot the girl a double-take. “Are you wearing makeup?” I asked as I searched her face.
“A bit,” she preened. “It’s so nice of you to notice!” She smiled and leaned forward, and I felt her palm on my other thigh. Her hand slid up – and the instant her fingers made contact with Abby’s hand, her brown eyes gained a hard, annoyed glint. “I thought that I would look nice for you this morning,” she added as she fixed the tiny blonde girl with a piercing glare.
“Looks are just fine,” Abby replied in a tone that was just as sweet and innocent on the surface, but which also contained a hint of steel. Beneath the table I felt her hand leave my prick and swat at the President’s. “But really, at the end of the day it all boils down to what sort of skills you have. Right, Mike?”
“Uh…”
“Well, some of us have both,” Lillian shot back in a voice that sounded reasonable but whose temperature hovered only a couple of degrees above absolute zero. The President swatted at Abby’s hand in response. “A proper girl should try to be all things to her lover, instead of merely specializing in a single… thing, no matter how… perverse. Don’t you agree, Mike?”
“Well…”
“I had fun this morning, Mister Mike!” Paisley chirped from her chair beside Abby.
Oh thank GOD… “Really? I’m glad to hear that, honey.” I carefully placed my mug down on the table, reached underneath, and swatted at both Abby and Lillian’s hands. Ignoring their looks of annoyance, I focused in on the perky, innocent brunette. “I wanted to make sure that you had fun.”
“Uh huh! But next time me ‘n Rachel are doin’ stuff with you, I wanna try to have a baby too!”
Everyone around the table froze and stared at the little girl with varying degrees of shock. “Wha?” I mumbled as I tried to pick my jaw up off the floor.
“Rachel’s doin’ it with you so she can have a baby,” the pigtailed girl explained in a matter-of-fact tone as she stuck her spoon in her own bowl of oatmeal. “’N Lilly ‘n Lam already have babies in their tummies, so I want one after you put one in Rachel!”
“It is only fair, Mikey,” Rachel said with a wicked grin. The little blonde had only tossed on a pair of panties and was padding around the kitchenette in her bare feet, her hair a sweaty, tangled mess and a self-satisfied smirk of sexual satisfaction on her face.
“Wait, are we all trying to get pregnant now?” Abby asked. She removed her hand from my lap and sat back in her chair, fixing me with a smirk that mirrored Rachel’s. “In that case, maybe I need to rethink my kink so that our favorite fucker can do his job properly,” she added with a nod in my direction.
“What, you don’t think you’ll get knocked up taking it in the stink every time you do Mike?” Lillian replied with a wicked grin.
“She has a point,” Rachel interjected as she slid into her own seat next to Meg. “Takin’ it in the ass is fun, I guess, but it’s not exactly what you should be doing if you wanna get knocked up. After all, that’s what Mikey wants, right?”
“What’s the stink?” Paisley asked with a confused look on her face.
“Hey, wait a minute,” I blurted as I slouched in my own chair. “How the Hell did this suddenly turn on me?”
“Well, Master, you do rule our bodies,” Lam replied with a tiny little smile of her own and a matching wicked, teasing glint in her eyes. “It is only natural that you take the majority of the blame for our impregnations.”
“And what ends up going where,” Lillian added.
“Splashing where?” asked a snickering Abby.
“Everyone, just shut the fuck up,” Meg finally muttered, her face glowing so brightly that I was momentarily afraid that she might pass out from a lack of blood to her brain. “Stop acting stupid.”
“Yes, we should change the subject to one a bit more serious.” Lam settled back in her chair with her coffee, took a sip, grimaced, and placed the mug back down onto the table. “I need a hospital. We need more equipment, especially if I am to continue my research.”
“Hmm. Is there one in town?” asked Lillian.
“Probably,” I replied. “We’ve barely scratched the surface of this place. Who knows what else is sitting abandoned out there?”
“Why do you need a hospital, Lammy?” Rachel asked.
“I believe that I have accomplished as much as I can to discover the cause of our condition, given the equipment available” the doctor explained. “In order to determine more, I will need to conduct some internal scans, perhaps pursue some genetic sequencing.” The tiny Asian girl frowned, a look of annoyance that looked totally out of place on her girlish face. “I do not think a small regional facility such as we might find in the area would have such advanced equipment, but at this point even a basic computerized tomographic scanner would help.”
“Is there something wrong with us?” I asked. Abby gave a little snort, grabbed my wrist, and slid my hand down between her legs – simultaneously letting me know that she wasn’t wearing anything under her sleeping tee while reminding me of her pre-teen state. “I mean, other than what’s pretty obvious…” I added as I tugged my hand away from her grip.
Lam looked troubled. “I… do not know, Michael.” Her mask of annoyance grew deeper, and she gave a tiny, adorable little growl of frustration as she squirmed and slapped the table, looking like an upset kitten. “It is so bực bội! None of this makes any sense…” Lam crossed her arms over her thin, flat chest and slouched down in her chair. “We have been redesigned, that much is apparent. But as to why, and who exactly did the re-designing… And to what end…”
“I’m wondering about the how,” Lillian interjected. The Latina leaned forward, rested her chin on her folded hands, and looked thoughtful. “I can’t think of any way that the entire population of the planet can be physically transformed in an instant, let alone actually transform us in such a radical way…”
“Do we know that it’s world-wide?” Abby leaned forward, unconsciously mimicking the President as she peered at the brunette girl across the table. “After all, all we do know is that this has happened in the United States, and maybe most of the other countries around the world. There might be a few pockets of… of…”
I jumped in as she struggled to find the right words. “Pockets of grown-ups?” I suggested with a small smile.
“Yeah,” she replied, flashing me a bright smile that somehow simultaneously seemed innocent and wicked.
“Well, until we get some sort of communications, or hear from somebody, we’ll have no way of knowing,” Meg finally contributed. The Marine flicked her messy curls over one shoulder and slouched down in her chair, a move that caused her grossly over-sized camouflage tee-shirt to ride up to her hips. “It’s not exactly as if we can flick on the tube and watch the news.”
“Exactly. And that is why I believe it to be a good idea to plan an expedition to a nearby hospital.” Lam pushed her mug a few more inches to the side, grasped her bowl, and dipped her spoon into her oatmeal. “Drugs – some professional-grade drugs, I mean – and some proper equipment that can serve us until we can truly determine how best to survive in this world might be một ý tưởng tốt. After all,” she concluded as she pushed her oatmeal around in her bowl, “we might have to fend for ourselves for quite a long while…”
Meg and I exchanged a look, and to her credit the redhead managed not to blush this time. “It sounds good, but it also sounds like a tall order,” I replied slowly.
“Hospitals will probably be morgues,” the Colonel noted around her coffee. “People freaked out when all this shit went down, and most of them probably ran to a hospital. Remember what UCLA was like just before…”
“I realize that,” Lam said in a slow, measured tone, almost as if she were trying to explain a complex concept to an especially slow child. “However, I do not believe we can avoid it forever. We will encounter bodies more frequently the further afield that we range. We have not encountered many primarily because we have limited our contact with the outside world.” She took a deep breath, pushed her bowl aside, and crossed her arms over her chest as a determined look crossed her face. “If we plan on surviving, we must learn to interact with our environment. We need to gather supplies, and we need to properly secure our home here in the Towers.”
I exchanged another glance with Meg, and then slid my gaze over to Lillian. The look in both of their eyes told me that they had caught the same thing as I – namely, that the good doctor was acting a bit strange. “You… seem awfully insistent that we do this,” I noted in a neutral tone as I grasped my coffee once more. “Is everything okay?”
Lam was silent as she met my gaze, her own giving absolutely nothing away. “I… have been doing some thinking over the past few days, Michael,” she finally said, her voice even. “I have confirmed my initial diagnosis, that both Lillian and myself are pregnant. I…” She wilted just a bit, slumping a bit further down in her chair as the tiniest look of uncertainty entered her eyes. “I… do not wish to have anything happen to my child… our child,” added as she placed a palm over her concave stomach. “But I cannot dismiss the fact that we are living in a dangerous world. If I am to successfully carry this fetus to term, then I must ensure that we are in the safest place possible, given current conditions.”
“So, shouldn’t we instead try to make this place a fortress?” Lillian asked quietly. I glanced at her, and saw a matching look of uncertainty as she stroked her own flat belly as well.
“We should,” Lam agreed with a tiny nod. “But more than that, we need to ensure that we have proper supplies in place for… for a time…”
As the doctor’s words petered out, I jumped in. “For a time when you’re both way too pregnant to actually do anything except sit around and eat way too much ice cream while whining about your feet?” I supplied with a smile.
“Yes,” Lam agreed with a tiny, embarrassed smile as she ducked her head.
“I want ice cream too!” Paisley announced boldly.
“Sorry, kid,” Meg replied with a snicker. She twitched in her chair and the brunette jumped with a squeak, and I could tell that she had poked the little girl with her toe. “You can only get ice cream if’n you get knocked up.”
“Okay!” Paisley quickly agreed with a nod. Turning her attention to me, she beamed a winsome smile in my direction and almost simpered. “Mister Mikey, will you put a baby in my tummy so I can have some ice cream?”
I didn’t join in the laughter as the girls broke up but instead slumped lower in my chair and sulked even deeper. “It’s not that funny,” I grumped. Still, the thought of the little pigtailed brunette, her belly swollen grossly with another of my children inside of her, flitted through my brain – and I have to admit that the thought wasn’t that bad.
Four days later, I was beginning to get frustrated.
“Fucking Obamacare,” I groused as I stared through the windshield at the burned-out building before the idling Audi. The medical center was in Martinsburg, a somewhat-larger town about twenty miles away from the Towers – well, to be more accurate it had been in Martinsburg, pre-Event. Now, it was little more than smoldering wreckage, with twisted beams poking through piles of charred rubble.
Just like the last two hospitals to which we had travelled.
“Why is it,” Meg asked quietly from the passenger seat, “that these places aren’t just abandoned and beat up, but actually charred wrecks? I mean, seriously,” she added as she leaned forward, pressed her cheek against the glass, and peered off to our right. “Is there some pyro who’s runnin’ around torching these things? Someone who didn’t want to ever pay his bill?”
I glanced over at the Marine, who had placed her palms on the warm dashboard and was standing with her feet planted firmly as she swiveled her head back and forth – a position that actually had her unconsciously wriggling her tiny, flat, denim-covered ass tantalizingly in front of my face. “Stop that,” I muttered as I gave her backside a swat, and then leaned forward as well to join her in peering. “Maybe it was the panic, or something,” I mused aloud, as much to myself as to my travelling companion. “People are already freaking out, and then the Feral start turning feral, and somebody shoots something or blows up something that they shouldn’t…”
“Maybe.” The redhead sighed and sat back in her seat, a tiny little frown of annoyance crossing her face. “This is getting old,” she added as she glared at the ruins.
We had started our project to seek out a decent medical facility after a day of preparation. By far the biggest issue was fuel… we didn’t want to take the Hummer because of gas consumption (and maybe because we believed that it was far more useful as a troop transport for our entire band instead of a recon vehicle), but that did mean that we had to top off the Audi’s tanks. Oh, we could have had our pick from the parking lot of vehicles, but for some reason I just felt comfortable in our luxury sedan. Meg, Abby and I spent the day siphoning gas from a couple of Cadillacs – well, Meg and I stood guard while Abby showed off her sucking skills with a hose and a couple of empty gas cans. The tiny blonde worked fast but still it took us several tense hours to finish the job, yet by the time late afternoon arrived both the Audi and the Hummer sported full tanks.
The next day Meg and I scoured the streets of Jacksontown, looking for a hospital – in vain, as it turned out. There were lots of abandoned homes, lots of gas stations and convenience stores, lots of small, kitchie boutique shops selling bric-a-brac and standing dark and silent and devoid of life, but no hospital. The closest thing we found was a small emergency care facility that showed signs of chaos, and a quick sweep through the building revealed nothing more than two Feral corpses, shattered glass and torn paper, and wrecked, bullet-scarred equipment.
That forced us to range further afield. After a quick conference in the living room pouring over maps and arguing over the best places to search, over the next two days Meg and I ventured out to the surrounding towns. We did find a pair of hospitals, but both of them had been completely destroyed. The first, up north in Hagerstown, looked like little more than two standing walls filled with charred remains, while the second down in Frederick was a pile of rubble stuck in the middle of a sea of half-destroyed, battle-scarred vehicles. The Marine had me pull up next to a relatively intact military humvee that, except for a pool of blood and a missing door, seemed relatively intact, and I spent several tense minutes on guard duty while she wormed her way through the back. She gave a tiny soft crow of success when she emerged from the back carrying a small rucksack that clattered and clanked. “Got some grenades,” she said with a wide, crooked grin.
“What the Hell are we going to do with a bunch of grenades?” I asked as we climbed back into the Audi.
“I dunno,” she replied with a wicked grin. “Blow shit up?”
Because of our dubious windfall Meg wanted to check out the rest of the wrecks, but I quickly put the kibosh on that idea – which proved to be a good idea, as the small band of six Feral wove their way through the traffic jam as we pulled away indicated.
On the fourth day we went west. The drive was quiet and uneventful – we drove through eerily abandoned countryside, through the forested landscape and past abandoned vehicles, spotting not another soul. About half an hour out (we were taking it slow), we drove through Antietam, and both of us fell silent as we regarded the signs beckoning us to tour the historic battlefield – but we kept on. The bridge over the Potomac was completely empty of vehicles or obstructions, and then we were in West Virginia. Shepherdstown was a bust – the place was tiny, little more than a one-light nothing stop on the road, but both the Marine and I had hopes for Martinsburg another ten miles west. Those hopes were in vain, as the third charred medical center proved. “So what do we do now?” I wondered in a grumpy tone as I semi-consciously thumped the steering wheel with my palm in frustration.
“Go back home, pull out the maps, and try to find a place that hasn’t been napalmed,” the redhead replied. She reached over her shoulder and pulled the seatbelt across her tiny body, but then shrugged and let the belt ratchet back into its holder. “We might have to go into a city, like Baltimore or Philadelphia,” she added.
“No, I think that’s an incredibly bad idea.” I dropped the Audi into gear, turned the wheel, and headed back towards the highway. “There’s got to be someplace…” I let my words trail off, and the car was silent as we both wrestled with our own thoughts. “Home, huh?” I commented idly as I pulled back onto Route 45.
“What?”
“I noticed that you said ‘home’.” I glanced out of the corner of my eye at the Marine, and then turned my head for a moment. “Are you thinking of the Towers as home now?” I asked.
“I… guess so, yeah.” Meg looked uncomfortable, and fidgeted in her seat as she tried to get her thoughts in order. “I mean, it’s pretty obvious that this thing isn’t gonna go away any time soon. I’m… we’re gonna be stuck as little girls for the rest of our life.”
“Lam might be able to find a cure,” I replied. The second that the words left my mouth I knew that I was lying.
The look on Meg’s face mirrored my own feelings. “Yeah, I don’t think that’s gonna happen,” she drawled. A corner of her mouth quirked up in an ironic grin, and she gave a small bark of bitter laughter. “The doc may be smart, but I get the feeling that this is permanent. I’m gonna be a little girl forever, ‘n evidently I’m gonna be squeezing out a dozen brats ‘cause I can’t help but spreading my legs for you…”
“We didn’t ask for this,” I replied. “Do you want to stop… y’know…”
“No… yes… I don’t know.” The redhead slumped down in her seat. “I just wish I didn’t like it so much!” she exclaimed as she punched herself in the thigh. “Asshole,” she laughed as she shifted her aim and added a punch to my arm.
“Ah, so you do like it!” I replied with a grin as I tried not to wince at her knuckles dug into my bicep. “Big, tough Marine’s hiding her secret rape fantasies, where a man holds you down and just forces himself onto you…”
“Shut up! I so do not!” she shot back as she punched my arm again. She was laughing as she yelled, but I was aware of an edge to her humor – a hysterical undercurrent almost as if her inner lesbian was fighting to rebel against her physical desires. I glanced at the redhead out of the corner of my eye and noted the girl’s flushed cheeks, her wide eyes, and the almost imperceptible tension around her lips as she bared her teeth. “It’s horrible, and I hate every second of it!” she added as she punched me a third time.
Does she believe it? I silently asked myself. Or is she lying to herself? Does she even know what she wants? Careful… “Well, in any case, I don’t think that we should count the doc out so soon,” I finally said in an even tone as I worked to change the subject back to something a bit safer. “Let’s face it, she’s smart – like, scary-smart. If anyone can find a cure, it’s probably her.”
“Yeah, maybe.” The Marine was quiet for a second, and then a corner of her mouth quirked up in amusement. “If she can keep her mouth off your dick and keep workin’, that is,” she added with a smirk. She took a deep, shuddering breath and I purposefully ignored her attempt at trying to regain her emotional balance. “Anyway, yeah, I think that we’re gonna be in the Towers for a while at least, so maybe we should talk about reinforcing the place,” she finally said.
I steered the Audi around a gentle curve and started up a small hill, sliding into the other lane to avoid an overturned SUV, and pressed down on the accelerator just a bit more. “Maybe we should think about moving down a few floors, at least in the short-term,” I suggested. “Like, maybe the second floor. That way, if the power and water goes out it’ll be easier to haul what we need up one flight of stairs instead of ten.”
“I still think we should reinforce the pool house and move in there,” the redhead replied stubbornly.
“Maybe. I still think it’s a bad idea.” The Audi topped the rise and started down the other side of the hill, passing a run-down, abandoned motel as we headed for another gentle curve cut into the forest ahead of us. “Remember, the doors are shit,” I reminded her.
“Yeah, but the rest of the place would be defendable,” Meg insisted. “It’s like ten feet raised off the ground, with another eight feet of fencing or building around the sides and back. If we take care of the entryway, make it secure, we could run around without fear.”
“You are awfully insistent that we move in there,” I pointed out. I slowed the Audi, threaded between two rusted pickups both nose-first in the ditches on either side of the road, and then accelerated once more. “The Towers are like one hundred feet up, and they are more defendable than the pool house. Plus,” I added as I steered around the curve, “we can at least have some privacy in the apartments. Hell, there’s enough up there for everyone to have their own floor if they wanted. Nobody has to see anyone else if they don’t want, and we can keep all of our personal kinks under wraps. In the pool house we’ll be stacked up on top of one another with no privacy whatsoever, and everyone will end up know what everyone does, ‘cause we’d pretty much be forced to do everything in front of everyone else.”
“Would that be so bad?” I heard her reply in a soft, barely-audible voice.
I glanced at her out of the corner of my eye, trying desperately not to let my jaw drop into my lap in astonishment. Meg had her elbow planted against the armrest of the passenger door, her chin in her palm while she stared out the window with a distant gaze. At the same time her other hand was curled into a fist, her knuckles white as she dug them into her thigh with what looked like painful force. I couldn’t see all of her face, but she had tucked her cascading red curls over her shoulder and the side of her neck that I could see was flushed bright red. I couldn’t tell what she was thinking, but I did notice that both of her tiny, little-girl nipples were stiff and poking through the front of her tight tee-shirt. Careful… I warned myself again as I cleared my throat. “I’m sorry, I didn’t catch that,” I lied. “What did you say?”
“Nothin’.” Her reply came fast and hard, her words containing a tiny edge as she shook herself back to the here-and-now. I glanced at her again and saw that her blush extended up to her cheeks and she held a guilty look in her eyes, almost as if I had caught her doing something very embarrassing. “I was just saying that the pool house might be more secure, and we could protect each other better if we were all in one place,” she added in a weak voice.
“You… can’t really believe that,” I replied slowly. “Something is clearly bothering you. What’re you thinking about?”
“I’m not thinking anything!” she objected, her blush deepening as she whipped her head back and forth in emphatic denial. “Really, I’m not!”
“Really?” I put all my dubious feelings into that single word, making it clear that I didn’t believe her. For her part Meg blushed even deeper and looked down at her lap in embarrassment. I opened my mouth to continue… but then car topped the rise, I caught sight of the terrifying vista laid out before us, and slammed on the brakes! “Fuck…” I whispered as the Audi screeched to a stop and a chill ran up my spine.
“Fuck,” Meg echoed as she stared out the windshield.
Before us was Route 45, a four-lane highway that ran through the rolling countryside of the Shenandoah Valley and straight back into Maryland – and when we had travelled down the road to Martinsburg on the opposite side, the land had been totally devoid of life. But after just a brief hour in West Virginia conditions had changed. The road before us was filled with dozens of tall, spare, nude figures, each showing signs of madness and terrifying, ravenous hunger. Feral filled our view, moving across the road like some sort of nightmarish herd… tall and short, white and black and who the Hell knows, tanned and burned and blood-soaked and filthy, they shuffled mindlessly across the asphalt, ignoring the white-hot heat searing into the soles of their feet as they moved forward as of a single mind. Behind them dozens more shuffled and staggered and stumbled out of the forest, each one following the ones in the lead, while others stumbled and staggered and shuffled into the forest at the other side of the highway. The nearest one was no more than a quarter mile away from us, but even that was too close for comfort. “Holy fuck, what the Hell,” I stammered as I stared at the mob. “Where are they all coming from?”
“Mike, get us out of here,” Meg hissed. “Now!”
I tore my eyes from the mob and glanced at the Marine, who was staring at me with wide, fear-filled eyes. “Where do we go?” I whispered.
“Don’t care, just back up!” I dropped the shifter into reverse and tried to back up quietly as the redhead lunged down into the foot well and our tiny arsenal between her feet. “There’s no way I can kill that many of the fuckers, we need to go to ground!”
“Where?” Fuck, one’s turning, I think they know we’re here…
“That motel a couple of miles back,” she suggested. “We’ll cut around back, bust into a room, and hide in there until we think it’s safe to move.” As I put the Audi into a two-point turn, Meg gently pulled back the slide of her pistol to make sure she had one in the chamber, and then let the slide move back to ready position just as gently. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she chanted as I drove back down the highway and she craned around in her seat to peer out the rear window.
“They’re ganging up now?” I hissed. A dull throbbing headache pulsed behind my eyes as I drove, and I imagined that I could see Feral lurking behind every skinny tree beside the road and every abandoned vehicle we passed. “They’re fucking forming into packs?”
“It might be the remnants from D.C.,” the Marine suggested. She half-lay over the back of her seat and into the back, her knees digging into the leather as she peered out the rear and tried to catch sight of any pursuers. “There were hundreds of the fuckers down there, there’s no way that they could’ve killed ‘em all.”
I glanced in the rearview mirror and saw nothing but wriggling, denim-clad little girl ass, so I returned my wide-eyed attention back to the road. “But… But…” I stammered. “That’s hundreds of miles away! They can’t be from there, especially if they’re moving that slowly!” I braked and swerved around a Feral that lunged out of the woods next to us, a maneuver that caused Meg to lose her balance and topple over with a squeal of surprise. “Get off!” I snapped as I shoved her hip off the side of my head, and then jerked the wheel to the right to make sure I managed to thread between the pickups a bit further down as she squealed once more and fell into the footwell with absolutely no grace. “I think the motel might be a bad idea,” I said in a tight voice as I glanced into the rearview mirror again. “We’ve been made!”
“Fuck!” Meg blanched as she craned her head around to see what I had seen – a seemingly-never ending tidal wave of Feral as they charged over the crest of the hill, hot on the scent of suddenly-on-the-menu little-girl flesh. “Fuck it, find a road going north!”
“Why north?” A jerk of the wheel to avoid the SUV, I blasted past the turn back to the hospital and down virgin road, trying to keep my eye on the asphalt before us, the woods on either side of the highway, and the horde charging after us as I cheated the speedometer a few notches higher.
“Or south, or west, or any fucking direction away from them!” Meg’s voice held a note of panic, almost as if she wasn’t quite sure what she wanted me to do – or what she herself wanted. “Just get us the fuck out of here!”
I didn’t hesitate… The second the opportunity presented itself I turned the Audi off the main road and onto a side street, and then promptly turned right again with a squeal of tires, blasting down a semi-rural neighborhood. I quickly lost sight of the Feral behind us as trees and houses blocked my view. “Fuck, this thing is circling back, isn’t it?” I muttered.
“How should I know?” Meg almost screeched in my ear in a terrified voice.
“Don’t shout at me!” I howled back.
“I’m not shouting!” she shouted. A truly furious look crossed her face, and she balled up her fist and punched me in my aching bicep once again. “We should hide in one of the houses!”
“No, we should keep going!” I punched down on the accelerator, sped faster and faster, the trees and the houses becoming a blur as I raced down the road. “And stop hitting me!”
Punch! “Then stop drivin’ stupid!”
“You wanna fucking drive!”
“Yes!”
“Well tough titties!!!” I blasted back onto 45, yanked the wheel to the right, and swerved back onto the highway. The Feral were scattered both in front of us and behind, but I had the advantage of one and one half tons of German engineering on my side, and didn’t hesitate as I pointed the nose back in the direction of Maryland and pressed the accelerator to the floor. The first Feral didn’t stand a chance as I clipped him with the bumper, and two more spun off onto the grass beside the road as the fishtailing end of the sedan smacked them squarely off the road, and then the tires caught the asphalt with a stuttering screech and both Meg and I were pressed back in our seats as the Audi shot forward. I wove as best I could on the crowded road and did manage to avoid a large number of the things in our way, but I couldn’t avoid them all – but the Feral discovered that a fast-moving car was definitely detrimental to their health as I left more than a few of them ground into the road beneath my tires.
It passed in a flash… For the briefest of instances we were in the middle of a sea of Feral, each one turning and lunging towards the Audi as we sped down the road, and then we were through the mass and screaming down the highway at speeds that would have earned me far too many points on my license in the pre-Event world. “Keep going, go, go, go!” Meg chanted as she craned her neck back around to watch the Feral behind the car, but I ignored her as I concentrated on my driving. Nothing ahead of us except gloriously open road, and my blood roared in my ears as I maintained my speed and our pursuers dwindled in the rearview mirror. “Yes, keep going, keep going!”
“I am!” I shouted back. We raced around a curve in the road and the pack was gone, screened behind the forest and out of sight. My knuckles were white as I gripped the wheel, and my jaw ached as I gritted my teeth, but I could feel my pulse starting to slow just a bit as I consciously eased my foot on the accelerator. “Stop telling me how to drive!”
“I’m not, you’re doin’ good, keep going,” she said softly. Instead of punching my arm yet again she gently rested her palm on my shoulder, her hand warm through my tee shirt and her voice calm. Her demeanor was more unnerving than the mass of Feral behind us, and I stared at her for a heartbeat before I tore my gaze from her face and back to the road. Meg was staring at me with the odd look that seemed to be a combination of unrestrained lust, submissive worship, and mindless adoration, with her green eyes wide and gleaming, her face flushed, and her lips slightly parted. “You’re the best, you’re amazin’, keep goin’…”
What the fuck… Even though I wasn’t looking at her I could feel Meg’s eyes upon me, feel the weirdness coming off of her in waves, and I have to admit that her radical change in behavior freaked me out more than a little bit. It was almost as if she had become a different person, become a sweet, meek little girl begging me to provide her heart’s desire instead of a tough-as-nails Marine determined to take what she wanted – and I honestly had no idea how to react to that. I eased up off the accelerator a bit more, dropping our speed down to a reasonable forty miles per hour, and tried not to look at the simpering redhead. She didn’t make it easy as she slid her hand down my chest and into my lap, mindlessly stroking my stirring cock as she kept murmuring encouragement. “Uh, Meg…” I slowly, carefully said.
“Yes?” she asked breathily, almost mindless voice.
“What are you doing?”
She paused, and I could feel the shift in her demeanor as she realized how she was acting. “I… I mean…” She swallowed audibly as she snapped back into her normal, regular self, and she yanked her hand away from my shoulder almost as if I were a hot stove. “Sorry,” she muttered as she sat back in her seat and looked down at her feet, her face burning a brilliant crimson.
The interior of the Audi fell silent, and we spent the rest of the journey back to the Towers without another word.
The dim light of the bedside lamp did little to chase away the shadows in the bedroom, but I didn’t feel the need for more illumination. I already knew what I would have seen, and besides, I was lost in the throes of passion as a sexy little girl writhed on my lap. I felt Lam’s fingernails dig into my shoulders as she bore down on my cock and shuddered through the crashing tidal wave of her orgasm, her nude, gleaming pre-teen body tense and shuddering as her eyes rolled into the back of her head and she teetered on the edge of consciousness. Of course, I barely registered the furrows she was digging into my shoulders as I was lost in my own orgasm, my throbbing cock buried balls-deep in her stretched little-girl slit as I pumped gallons of my spunk straight into her womb. She smelled so good… As my cock twitched inside of her with another dribbling blast I nuzzled the crook between her neck and her shoulder, tasting the sweat coating her flesh and inhaling her scent deep as I hugged her tight.
“Oh, Sư Phụ…” she whispered as she slid her arms around my shoulders and clutched me to her. I pulled my head back and her kiss instantly found mine, the tiny Asian girl whimpering little mewls of pleasure as she feasted upon my lips. I slid my hands down to cup her non-existent ass cheeks, holding her hips down against mine and locking us together as we shivered in post-orgasmic bliss.
The journey back to the Towers was uneventful – and very, very awkward. Even without a single word from her lips I could tell that Meg was a roiling mass of emotions… confusion, shame, terror, embarrassment, rage, humiliation, everything was a tempest inside her mind. I didn’t know what had prompted her weird change of attitude during our encounter in Martinsburg, and from her silence I instinctively knew that she had no idea as well. The redhead had practically pressed herself against the door in an attempt to stay as far away from me as possible, and the moment that we pulled up to the doors of Tower Two she was out of the Audi almost before I stopped rolling and dashed inside, taking refuge in Lesbian Country with the door tightly closed. The other girls plied me with questions, just as many about Meg’s strange behavior as about our field trip, and I tried to answer the latter even as I worked to avoid talking about the former. It didn’t do much good – they knew that something had happened between us, and ultimately I was forced to lay down the law and ordered them to drop the subject. They pouted, but obeyed.
Far more troubling was the hospital situation. Lam ground her teeth in frustration at my report of yet another devastated medical center, and spent a good ten minutes cursing in Vietnamese as she stalked around the apartment like a furious kitten. “I think she’s pissed,” Lillian whispered in my ear from her position next to me on the couch.
“Yeah,” I whispered back.
“Thần mẹ chết tiệt chết tiệt ...” Lam snapped her mouth shut with an audible clack of teeth and threw herself into one of the comfy chairs, crossing her arms over her flat chest and pouting. “This is intolerable. I cannot work like this. I need equipment, I cannot do anything more unless I can obtain diagnostic readouts…”
“Yep, she’s pissed.” Lillian squirmed a bit closer to me, pressing her body against mine as she snuggled in under my arm. Her warmth was nice, but if I had to be honest my contentment might have had something to do with the fact that she was only clad in a tight pair of tiny panties and a pointless training bra, giving me a vast range of little-girl flesh to stroke.
“Did we do something wrong, Mister Mike?” Paisley was snuggled up against my other side, and I turned my head to peer into her wide, innocent blue eyes. The little girl was somehow managing to exude sheer sexual heat, and even though she was merely clad in a pair of jeans and a tee-shirt sporting a rainbow pony I felt my cock stirring in my jeans as she too snuggled closer.
“No, sweetie,” I replied with a smile as I gave her a tiny little peck on the forehead. “Lam is just angry ‘cause she can’t get what she wants. Right, Lam?”
“Ngu ngốc chết tiệt thế giới ... Yes, that is correct. I am just frustrated.” She sighed and slumped in her seat, extending her bare legs out in front of her as she sank into the cushions. “Master, I have accomplished just about all that I can accomplish with the equipment to which I currently have access. If I am to advance my research, I will need an intact laboratory.”
“Well, that might be a problem,” Rachel interjected. My little blonde lover was lounging at the archway leading back to the bedrooms, keeping half her attention on the tightly shut door to Lesbian Country and the other half on the conversation. She glanced at the door again, frowned slightly, and worried her lip with her teeth. “I hope she’s okay,” she murmured quietly.
“Don’t press her,” I advised gently, and young blonde had the good sense to look a bit abashed as she nodded quickly. I glanced around the living room, taking in the sulking Lam, the adoring Lillian, the innocently sexy Paisley, and the mothering Rachel, and then a tiny frown creased my face. “Where’s Abby?” I asked.
“Back in the spare bedroom,” Lillian replied.
“Masturbating like a nympho,” Rachel added sotto-voiced.
I scowled and Rachel repeated her abashed look, and then turned my attention back to the room. “Lam, I think that Rachel is right, that might be a problem,” I said in a straight-forward tone. “Because of the chaos of the Event, I think that most places with decent equipment were probably destroyed.”
“That makes sense, Mike.” We turned to see Abby sidle into the living room, her hair a tousled mess and a slight flush pinking her normally alabaster skin. “If someone gets altered like we all were their first thought is to get help, and since everyone calling 911 crashed the system then they would head to the nearest hospital.” She brushed past Rachel – only partially trying to hide the elbow she dug into her rival’s ribcage as she ‘accidentally’ bumped into the blonde girl – and took a seat in the other comfy chair next to Lam. “People mass at hospitals, boys start going evil and bitey, and it becomes a bloodbath at best.”
“Nice of you to join us,” I said with a smile and a nod. “How much did you hear?”
“Pretty much all of it,” she replied with a smile of her own. “The door was open, and that hallway funnels sound back to the bedrooms really well,” she added as her smile grew more than a bit acidic and she fixedly stared at Rachel.
“So you eavesdropped on everything and are up to speed, great,” Rachel commented as she flopped down on the couch next to Paisley, fixing the mussed blonde with a smile of her own that didn’t reach her eyes.
“Don’t you two start,” I growled ominously. The pair glared at each other for another few seconds and then broke their staring contest, smiling and nodding at me with beatific, innocent smiles. I gave each of them another glower, and then turned back to Lam. “Abby’s right, though… I don’t think we’re going to be able to find you what you need. Is there another way that you can do your research? Maybe we can cobble together something.”
“I… do not know, Master,” the Asian girl replied. The scowl left her face as her eyes grew distant. “I will have to think about it for một chút…”
We fell silent, each of us momentarily lost in our own thoughts… only to jump slightly as the door to Lesbian Country flew open and hit the wall with a loud bang! Meg stood in the doorway, her face flushed and her eyes slightly wild, as she took in all six of us sitting on the furniture and staring blankly at her. It was so subtle that I believed that maybe I was the only one to notice, but she almost flinched as her eyes raked over my form. “Hot Pants, I need to see you,” the Marine growled. “Now.”
Rachel blanched a bit, but quickly rallied. “Sure, Meg,” she replied in an even, calming tone as she levered herself up off the couch. “Is everything okay?”
“Yeah, fine.” The redhead’s reply was gruff and no-nonsense as she glanced at me once more and the quickly tore her eyes away. “Bring Lil with ya too,” she added.
“Can I come?” Paisley chirped.
“Sure, why the fuck not?” Meg snorted an ironic laugh and then turned back to the room. “The more the fuckin’ merrier,” she added over her shoulder as she slipped back into Lesbian Country.
I exchanged curious looks with Lillian and Rachel as the trio of girls went to talk to Meg, and then stared as they closed the door behind them. I returned my attention to Abby and Lam, looking at first one and then the other, taking in their confused gazes as well. “Wonder what that’s all about,” I asked rhetorically as the doctor returned to her thoughts, staring off into space as she muttered quietly under her breath.
Abby shrugged. “Dunno,” she replied. “What did you do to her?”
“I didn’t do anything!” I objected in an offended tone. “Nothing happened!”
“Right.” The pixie-haired blonde smirked as she drew the single word out to six syllables, making it clear that she didn’t actually believe a word I was saying.
“I didn’t!”
“I didn’t say that you did.”
I sighed and slumped back in my seat. “I can’t fucking win,” I grumped. “You girls are making me crazy!”
“What sin can a man commit in a single lifetime…” Abby intoned, using my discomfort as an opportunity to get in some quick jabs as she grinned maniacally.
“Careful!” I shot back with a grin. “My palm’s starting to itch, and your ass is infinitely spankable…”
“Nah, I’ve already taken care of my urges,” the blonde shot back. She nodded her head in Lam’s direction, who was ignoring our banter and who still sported a mile-long stare as she tried to work out her problems. “But I’m sure the good doctor there could use a little loving.”
“I am sorry, what?” asked Lam as we jolted her out of her reverie.
“Nothing.” Abby laughed and shook her head, and for some weird reason I noticed that her normal pixie cut was starting to get a bit shaggy. “You two head on back and take care of business. I’ll keep an eye on everything out here.”
I looked at Lam, and again felt my cock stir in my pants. Her silky black hair framed her face and brushed the top of her lace-edged babydoll tee, while the tiny pink shorts swaddling her hips looked a tiny bit too big for her rail-thin frame. The Asian girl had a confused look on her face, but that only added to her desirability as the combination of her outfit, her innocent face, and her tiny form worked me up. “That,” I said out of the corner of my mouth to Abby, “sounds like an excellent idea.”
“What does, Master?” Lam asked, her soprano voice tinkling in my ears.
“Bedroom,” I growled as I took the girl by the hand and pulled her out of her seat with firm, insistent pressure. “Now.”
“Oh,” she said as sudden understanding dawned. “Oh!” Lam blushed, cast a guilty glance in Abby’s direction, smiled a tiny smile and then scampered into the bedroom with me hot on her heels.
I nudged the door shut behind me with my heel as I kicked off my shoes, while Lam grasped the waist of her tee and stripped it up over her head in a single, fluid motion. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” I muttered as I stared hungrily at her slim body.
The Asian girl smiled as a gentle blush colored her cheeks. “I belong to you, Master,” she replied as she fumbled with the snap on her shorts. “I am your cô gái nô lệ , thiết kế precisely for you.”
“My what?” I asked as I yanked my tee shirt from my body.
Lam let her shorts fall to her feet and stepped out of them, her nude body almost gleaming in the pale light of the evening as she stood before me. “I am your slave, Master, I exist only to please you.” She stepped close as I tossed my shirt to the side and began to unsnap my jeans. “I am worthless unless I receive your seed and bear your children, my dragon master,” she whispered, her luminous eyes wide as she stared up at me.
It had to have been the reprogramming, but in the moment I didn’t care. My blood surged through my veins and my cock was harder than steel as I helped the little girl yank my jeans down my legs, and with a growl I gathered her up in my arms. She whimpered as I planted a kiss on her lips, her teeth parting to allow our tongues to fence as she clutched my body to hers. I stood up straight, effortlessly holding her off the floor as I staggered in the vague direction of the chair, my entire world shrinking to nothing more than the aroused pre-teen girl pressed against my front, and barely even noticed when I sank down onto the cushions. “So beautiful,” I whispered as her legs parted and she straddled my hips.
“I exist only to please you, my Master,” she whispered in reply. Her words turned into a whimper of pure lust as she pressed her tiny, undeveloped slit against my shaft and rolled her hips, spiking her lust even higher as she lost herself in her passions. “Our child will be beautiful and strong and wise,” she moaned as she humped herself against me, her eyes half-closed as she let a series of tiny gasps flutter past her lips. “Our child shall thống trị thế giới, bởi vì bạn là một vị thần, Sư Phụ của tôi!"
A tiny part of my conscious mind frowned a little bit at the string of Vietnamese issuing from between her lips, and for the briefest of instants I wondered if I should say something to the doctor – but it was clear that Lam was deep in her lust and determined to wring pleasure from our bodies, and I was in no mood to do anything else but join her. “You are my slave,” I whispered in her ear as I cupped her flat, pre-teen ass in my hands and lifted her off my lap, balancing her body on the tip of my rod.
“Có!”
“No matter what, you belong to me, and you will be mine forever!” I slowly lowered her body, letting my cock nose between her warm, tight, little-girl lips, spreading her sex a bit with my fingertips to help force her down onto me.
“Có!!!”
The words flowed easily past my lips, my mind instinctively saying exactly what we both knew to be true. “You are my plaything, and you will live the rest of your life taking my seed and bearing my children!”
“Có! Có!!!” Lam was completely lost in her own mind, lost in the sensations coursing through her body, shuddering and whimpering as she was lowered onto my cock. Her fingers dug into my shoulders as my thick slab pressed inside of her, stretching her pre-teen pussy painfully wide, and her entire body shuddered as inch after throbbing inch slid inside of her. “Xé tôi mở và buộc tôi vào Sư phụ!” she whimpered, slumping against me as I bottomed out inside of her. “Đưa chúng tôi! Đưa chúng tôi!!!"
“You’re mine,” I whispered in her ear as I lifted her hips slightly and let her sag back down, tearing a gasping moan from between her lips and tears from her eyes. “You’re mine!”
“Tôi là của bạn!” she sobbed in reply. “Tôi là của bạn!” She took over, bouncing on my lap with a wild abandon as our lips met once more, her entire body trembling and her breathy sobs of agonized pleasure flowing into my mouth. I slid one hand around her body to grasp a tiny, erect nipple between my thumb and forefinger, giving the nubbin a little tweak before adding in a little twist, and Lam almost passed out as another pre-orgasmic shudder foretold the power of her climax.
I could feel the pressure in my balls growing, and knew that I couldn’t hold out much longer – and from the rough tempo of her thrusts against me, I knew that she couldn’t hold out either. “Lam,” I whispered, releasing my restraint fully as I took her in my arms, “I love you!”
The Asian girl jerked in surprise and reared back the same instant that her body crashed over into the most explosive orgasm she had ever experienced. The astonished, joyous look on her face was wiped away as her eyes rolled into the back of her skull, and her entire body trembled as she forced herself down on me as far as possible. At the same I came as well, filling her womb with what felt like a gallon of spunk as I bared my teeth in pleasure. Lam twitched once, twice, three times, and then with a great shuddering gasp she collapsed against me, pressing her face into my chest as her orgasm roiled on and on and on. “Oh , Sư Phụ…” she whimpered.
I pulled my head back, a move that caused her to raise her face to mine, and I stared into her wide, glittering, joy-filled eyes for a moment before I kissed her once more, a deep, passionate kiss that reinforced the words flowing from my lips. “I love you, Lam,” I repeated. “And you will be my slave forever!”
“Master!” Lam sobbed as she leaned back in, kissing me with fiery intensity as she clung to me as if she never intended to let me go. “Master, I love you as well, I belong to you, every part of me!” Another kiss, this one with an added whimper of pained pleasure as she rolled her hips and felt me shift inside of her, my still-hard cock scraping the walls of her stretched-too-far pussy. “The gods themselves brought me to you, and I shall kneel at your feet forever, my Master…”
I kissed her again, and then gathered her up in my arms as I stood. She felt weightless as I carried her across the carpet and lay on the bed, letting her nude, trembling body drape over me like a blanket. “I love you, Lam,” I repeated.
“I love you, Master,” she said tearfully. She pressed her palms against my chest and levered herself up, pressing her hips down on me with a whimper. “Take me again,” she begged. “Please, take me again! And again, and again! Never stop, my Master!”
I grinned wolfishly, sat up, and rolled her onto her back. As the last light of the day faded from the sky, we stopped fucking and instead made love.
And then again.
Again and again.
Forever.
I awoke with a snort – not the most graceful of awakenings, but it did the job. The morning sun beamed through the window, its brilliant light making everything seem bright and shiny and new. I raised my head, squinted a bit, and smacked my lips as I peered around the room.
The moment my gaze fell upon the still-slumbering Lam, I felt my heart thud in my chest. Four times in a row… We had made love three more times, each one more passionate than the last, until we passed out sometime in the dark of the night from exhaustion as much as anything else. Each time I came inside of her she sobbed with happiness, and each time I felt her body stiffen in the throes of her own orgasm I felt even closer to her. Is this what it’s supposed to be like? I asked myself as I stroked her bare shoulder, and the little girl mumbled in her sleep and snuggled her body closer to mine. I’ve never felt this way about someone else before, is this normal? Or is this because of the change? I tugged the sweat-soaked sheet a bit, and the edge slipped off Lam’s body and granted me a view of her flat chest capped with tiny, stiff, little-girl nipples. Do I really care what it is? I wondered as I gently stroked her collarbone, the tips of my fingers sliding easily along her smooth, flawless flesh.
My attentions had the desired effect of waking my little salve. Lam started awake with a snort that was even louder than mine, and she murmured softly as she stretched and blinked herself back to consciousness. The moment her eyes fell upon my face she smiled a bright, brilliant smile that held nothing back. “Good morning, my Master,” she said softly.
I ducked my head down and gave her a quick kiss. “Good morning, Lam,” I replied. “Did you sleep well?”
“I slept very well, in the arms of my Master.” She gave me another kiss, deeper, more filled with passion, as she shifted beneath the covers and brought one leg over mine. “I love you, Michael,” she whispered.
Ah, so it WASN’T a dream! my mind crowed happily. “And I love you too, Lam,” I whispered back. I kissed her again, slipping my hand beneath the covers to run down her warm, smooth body, down across her (still) flat belly, my fingertips toying with the cleft between her thighs. “I was thinking… After last night, if you weren’t pregnant before, you’d certainly be pregnant now,” I added with a grin.
Lam giggled, a happy titter of humor that almost seemed to shine in her spirit. “That is true, my Master,” she admitted. She stretched again and rolled onto her side, facing me, and draped an arm over my side. “Of course, just to make sure we should really make love again.”
“What, right now?” I hoped the twinkle in my eye let her know that I was exaggerating as I groaned and slumped onto my back. “Good God, woman, yer gonna kill me,” I remarked, my low voice gravelly as it was punctuated by the horn outside. “If you keep this up I won’t be shooting anything but dust!”
“Oh, poor Master,” she said with a twinkle in her eye as she rolled upon me, straddling my hips and letting her tiny, well-fucked slit rest against the tip of my stirring cock. “Does Master want his slave to use her mouth this morning?”
“Maybe.” The horn sounded again as I kissed her… and then I paused. Wait, that sounded like… “Lam, do you hear that?” I asked, snapping back into the present and all business.
“What?” Lam sat up, all business once more, and we were silent as we strained to listen. Nothing happened for about thirty seconds – and then, distantly through the window, we heard the unmistakable sound of a car horn blaring!
“Is that…” I asked, trying to wrap my mind around what we were hearing.
“That is…” Lam said simultaneously, and the look of astonishment on her face would have been comical if I didn’t know that I shared her look.
A quick pounding at the door, and then the portal burst open as a half-naked Rachel charged in. “Mikey! Mikey!” she shouted, her words and motions filled with energy as she leapt on to the bed next to Lam and I, her eyes wide as she practically bounced with excitement. “There’s…”
“Put away your toy, Mike, and get ready,” Meg called from the open doorway. “We’ve got visitors!”
>>Chapter 17>>