The New Order: Chapter 5 - The District
by The Pediatrician
mg; mdom; tf; mast; viol
Lam threw herself after the fleeing redhead, but one tiny bare ankle got tangled in the sticky, musty sheets and with a squeak of shock she crumpled ungainly to the carpet, a small cloud of dust rising from the impact. As she reached down to untangle herself she cursed in her native tongue and I scooted down the mattress, but before I could chase after the Colonel Rachel had bounced off the bed and leapt to her feet. “I got her, don’t worry,” the pigtailed blonde called over her shoulder as she dashed into the adjoining room.
I glanced after Rachel, and then turned my attention to the still-struggling doctor. Lam was splayed out ungainly on the floor at my feet, the sheet firmly wrapped around her slim, coltish foot and getting more snarled with each passing second. I have to admit that my attention was indeed torn – on the one hand, I logically knew that I had to do something to keep the situation from spiraling further out of control, but on the other there was a naked, struggling, cursing Asian girl literally on the floor at my feet who just seconds previously was set to fuck my brains out. “Uhm, do you need a hand there?” I asked as my eyes raked over her nude form.
“No, I have got this!” She swore in Vietnamese again and half-curled to worry at the tightening knot restraining her movements while she stamped her other foot in frustration.
From the other room came a shout, and then quiet arguing. I glanced at the door, and then back down at Lam, staring directly at her slim arms and shoulders, her smooth chest topped with a set of dark brown, tock-hard nipples, and a belly so tinyit looked like I could wrap both my hands around her waist and still have plenty of room. “Are you sure?” I asked, a dubious look on my face and in my tone as my gaze slid even lower, down to the cleft of her thighs and the tiny, dark slit that almost seemed to hypnotically draw me in and wink at me invitingly.
Lam glowered up at me, then relaxed and sagged back to the dusty carpet with a grunt of resignation. “Fine,” she said grudgingly as she moved her foot over towards me. Within seconds I had tugged at exactly the right spot and the knot unraveled, and she leapt to her feet to continue her pursuit.
“Slow down, I’m not sure that this is a good idea,” I blurted as I chased after the tiny Asian ass wriggling away from me.
“It is fine,” she said quietly. Reaching the door, she skidded to a stop and peered into the next room, a move that forced me to pull up short as well to keep from running over her. “Quiet, do not say anything,” she hissed as she held her palm against my chest.
“Why?” I asked. I leaned over the tiny girl in front of me and joined her in spying.
In the next room Colonel McCrea stood in front of the curtained window, her spine stiff and her posture stand-offish, while Rachel stood behind her. As I watched Rachel took another step forward and spoke softly, words that were just a bit too quiet to hear.
“No!” the Colonel replied in a quavering voice. “I knew this would happen!”
“It’s not like you were married!” Rachel pointed out. She took another step forward and stood mere inches behind the tiny Marine. “Lam is a big girl who can make her own decisions, you have no right to ‘lay claim’ to her!”
“That’s not the point!” The redhead spun and peered up at Rachel, her lower lip quivering and tears running down her cheeks. “I knew you breeders would be trouble the minute I saw you! You took the one good thing I had going and stole it away from me!”
“We didn’t steal anything!” Rachel placed her hands on the Colonel’s shoulders and peered into her eyes. “A person is not something you can steal!”
I made to move into the room, to step between by little blonde lover and the raging redhead before her, wracking my brain to come up with some argument, any argument that would stop the chaos unfolding before my eyes. However, the moment she felt my body tense behind her, Lam placed a tiny, gentle hand on my abdomen. “Wait,” she said quietly as she pressed her bare backside against the front of my thighs, the tone in her single, simple word making it seem less a simple request and more a direct order.
“I have to stop this before it gets any worse!” I hissed at her.
“Just wait…”
“I have nothing!” the Colonel wailed as she stamped her foot in frustration, her tiny form making her seem even more forlorn than her self-pitying words implied. “I’ve lost everything, and now I’ve lost her too! To him!!!” she added with a wave towards me – or at least in the general direction of the connecting door. “Everything I’ve ever had has left me!”
“Colonel… Megan! Stop it!” Rachel took another step closer, standing toe-to-toe with the shorter girl. “Nobody is going anywhere! We won’t abandon you!”
I tensed as I saw the Colonel ball up her fists, ready to leap between the pair and drag them off of each other… and then could only stare, my jaw gaping wide, as the tiny redhead lunged forward and planted her lips on Rachel’s. My blonde lover stiffened for a second at the surprise assault but didn’t move, didn’t react, as the Colonel stepped back. The pair stared at each other, Rachel’s eyes filled with shock and Megan’s eyes filled with doubt – and then Rachel leaned forward and returned the kiss, a gentler, more loving buss that was as tentative as it was erotic. The pair broke their kiss, stared into each other’s eyes for a heartbeat, and then came together once more, their hands roaming over each other’s bodies with wild abandon.
“What the fuck…” I whispered.
Lam gave a little nod, as if she were confirming something that she had suspected but hadn’t been able to prove. “I thought so,” she whispered. She turned and peered up at me as she smiled a small, secretive smile, her long hair falling down her back and her eyes wide and doe-like as she pressed her body close. “Even though she might not be a lesbian, I suspected that Rachel might be open to sexual congress with Megan.” She reached forth and grasped my rapidly re-stiffening cock in her tiny hand and stroked me as she pressed the tip against the bottom of her ribcage. “And while it is true that I do not ‘belong’ to anyone, I do care about Megan, so I am pleased that the two of them are open to sleeping together.”
“I… What…” My gaze was locked on the pair across the room, staring in shock as Rachel quickly and smoothly stripped the sleeping tee from the redhead’s body and tossed it to the floor, exposing the Colonel’s immature, undeveloped, bone-pale body to her hungry eyes… As the pair kissed once more, and Megan yanked the straps of Rachel’s training bra down over her shoulders to pin her arms to her sides… The redhead pushed the blonde onto the bed and straddled her, moving her kisses down her body from her lips, to her throat, to her chest, to one stiff little-girl nipple, all while her hands were pushing Rachel’s panties down her trembling thighs…
Lam pushed me backwards, using her entire body weight to force me off-balance and take a step back, and she pushed the connector door closed behind her. “Now that they are occupied, I think it is time for us to finish what we started,” she said with a tiny, inscrutable smile as she brushed past me.
“Wha… You knew that would happen?” I asked as I hitched a thumb towards the door.
“I suspected.” Lam turned, hopped up on the end of the bed, and squirmed her tight, tiny backside along the mattress until her feet were planted firmly on the edge. “But I do not think that you want to talk about that right now,” she added as her eyes grew hungry. With her gaze firmly planted on my raging erection, she leaned back, propped herself on one elbow as she spread her thighs, and ran her free hand over her flat, golden belly. “I think that you would much rather prefer to prove to me that you are my master.”
“Master?” God damn it, why was it so hard to think? I could hear tiny, feminine moans of passion issuing from behind the cheap closed door behind me, and a part of me knew that I should be really disturbed by my playmate’s newfound desire towards bisexuality… but all I could see was Lam laid out before me, her tiny body spread and open for my pleasure, her dark brown nipples hard enough to cut glass and her cheeks flushed as she gazed at my nude body. I didn’t want to fuck the tiny pre-teen girl before me… I needed to fuck her!
Lam slipped her fingers a bit lower, between her thighs, and with a gentle movement pried apart the tiny slit of her sex. “Come, Michael,” she practically moaned as I caught a flash of bright-pink inner flesh. “I am burning up! Take your pleasure from my body.” She shuddered as she ran a fingertip up her slit, gasping a tiny little musical gasp as her clit took the barest of strokes. “I shall not resist you, Michael,” she whispered. “Make me yours!”
My entire world shrank to the tiny, shivering creature laid out on the mattress before me, and with a growl of pure lust I stalked across the room in three steps to the end of the bed. Without ceremony I grasped on tiny, fragile-seeming ankle in my hand and pulled, dragging the little Asian slut down the bed and closer to my painfully-hard cock. Lam gasped in surprise at the aggressive move, but other than a slight tremble she displayed no fear as she spread her thighs even wider and hooked her free foot around my hips. “What are you doing to me?” I managed to gasp out as I leaned over her helpless form.
“Do not try to fight it,” she whispered as her hands sought my prick. Wrapping both tiny palms around my girth, she stroked and tugged the shaft, pressing the head of my cock against her smooth belly. “Take what you want, and use me as you wish. Fulfill your desires!”
I needed no further invitation, and with a growl of lust I pushed her legs apart. Grasping my prick in my fist, I pressed the tip of my cock against the tiny slit of her wet, slick pussy and pressed my hips forward. Lam gasped and wriggled her backside as she slid her hands up to my shoulders, her tiny nails digging into my flesh as she tightened her grip. “Do it!” she whispered.
She was tight, so tight that for an instant I didn’t believe that I could actually penetrate her, but my lust had spiked so high that I wouldn’t be denied. The pressure against the tip increased higher and higher, and then with suddenly her slit opened and the bulbous head of my cock wedged inside of her. Lam’s pussy gripped my cock like a vice, and distantly I heard her whimpering as her sex was stretched by my girth to the point of discomfort. I pressed my hips forward further, and felt another inch of me slide into her resisting channel as her fingernails dug deeper.
“Jesus!” Lam gasped as she squirmed beneath me. “You are tearing me open!” She threw her head back as her eyes fluttered shut and bared her teeth. I didn’t answer except to push another inch inside of her, a move that forced her to arch her back.
“Look at me!” I growled as I planted my hand on her chest, pinning her to the mattress as I pulled out slightly. She forced herself to open her eyes and meet my gaze, and with a suddenness that surprised her I kissed her deeply, my lips plastered against hers as I pushed in once more. I felt her muffled moan of pained pleasure in my mouth as I speared her, then pulled out, and then speared her again, a slow, building to a steady rhythm that forced another hair’s-length of my cock inside of her with each thrust.
“Yes, take me!” she gasped when I broke the kiss. “Make me take it, make me take all of it!” She wrapped her arms around my shoulders and locked her ankles behind my back, clinging to me as I ravaged her, grinding her body against mine, determined to wrest as much pleasure from me as possible.
She squeaked in shock when I suddenly stood up, carrying her aloft as if she weighed nothing, spun, and sat on the edge of the bed. Gripping her hips in my palms, I pushed her up and down on my cock, almost using her as a sex toy to spike both of our lusts even higher. Her sweetly-scented juices oozed from her tightly-stretched cunt, adding a wet squishing sound to the primal symphony of my grunts and her moans.
I could feel my seed boiling in my balls and knew that I couldn’t last much longer. “I… I’m close,” I growled as I slid one hand up to the back of her neck and used the other to tweak a stiff little nipple.
“Do it!” she gasped as she thrust herself against me. “Do it, do it, do it! Plant your seed in me, make me your bitch!”
“But… what… about…” I gasped as a tiny part of my almost-silent rational brain thought about birth control, a fleeting thought that was quickly overwhelmed by the animal part of my mind that so needed to mate with the little temptress beneath me!
“No!” the tiny Asian girl almost shouted. “Do it, orgasm in me, do it!” She cupped my head in her hands and locked her gaze on mine once more, her brown orbs seeming to almost stare into my soul. “I am yours, I am here, use me! Breed me!” she begged.
I needed no further encouragement, and with a growl of pure primal lust my entire body tensed as I came, spurting thick, hot blasts of cum deep inside Lam’s twitching, straining pussy. At the first jet inside of her, she threw her head back and shuddered through the tidal wave of her own orgasm, bearing down on my spasming cock so that she forced my seed directly into her womb. We clung to each other, lost in the haze of our passion as our pleasure rolled on and on, two individuals briefly merged into a single pulsing, throbbing being…
When my conscious, rational mind finally returned to the here-and-now, I found that I was flat on my back on the mattress with the tiny, almost weightless body of Lam draped limply across my chest. The girl clung to me as she gasped for air and shuddered through her post-orgasmic aftershocks. She nuzzled my chest as she rolled her hips slightly and whimpered as my cock, still wedged deep inside her stretched pussy, flicked against her spunk-soaked cervix. “I can feel you inside of me,” she whispered softly as she rolled her hips once more.
“Too much?” I asked as I stroked her smooth, slim, sweat-soaked back. Lord, I felt so tired and all I wanted to do was sleep…
“No, it is the perfect amount,” she replied. I grasped the back of her head and wove my fingers through her hair, raising my head to favor her with a deep kiss. “It has been far too long since…” she began to say before trailing off.
“Too long since what?” I asked.
“Never mind.” She planted her palms on my chest and raised her body up, content to perch impaled on my shaft as she peered down at me. “Did you take pleasure from my body?” she asked with a small smile as she wriggled her hips.
“Oh, yeah,” I replied with a stupid grin. I lazily reached up and tweaked a convenient nipple, still stiff and perky and just aching to be pinched, and Lam responded with another gasp and wriggle. “Nice ‘n tight, just the way I like ‘em. Did you enjoy it too?”
“Yes, I did!” She ducked down and graced me with a tiny kiss, and then returned to her perch-and-squirm. “I have to admit that yours is the largest penis that I have ever been with. The fear and the discomfort made our reproductive session…”
I grinned as I gave her a sharp slap on one flat, taut asscheek. “Okay, first order of business… you have got to stop being such a doctor,” I chuckled as she squeaked. “And start using the words that us common folk use.”
Lam blushed deeply. “I do not know what you mean,” she said as she looked away.
“Sure you do. You’ve been hanging out with Rachel long enough, I’m sure you’ve heard the way she talks.”
“I cannot…”
I tweaked one nipple, but this time I held the pinch as she gasped as I twisted ever so slightly. “Say it…” I growled in mock fury.
“Your… cock… is the biggest I have ever… fucked,” the tiny, furiously blushing Asian girl finally gasped as she groped for words that she had never before used, that she never thought that she would ever use. “I am so embarrassed…”
I chuckled, grasped the back of her head, and pulled her down for another kiss. Lam’s lips were soft, and she murmured with pleasure into my mouth as she wriggled on my cock once more. “I think you’re adorable,” I replied with a smile as I patted her bare bottom.
Lam blushed even deeper and opened her mouth to say something… but both of us paused and listened as we heard a rising crescendo of feminine passion punctuated by the steady THUMP-THUMP-THUMP of the headboard against the wall in the room next door as Rachel and her new playmate reached the climax of their own lusts. Lam caught my eye and smiled a tiny little smile. “It sounds like Megan got what she wanted after all this morning,” she said in an amused tone.
As the girls’ orgasmic sex-sounds ebbed I returned Lam’s smile. “Aw hell,” I said as I gripped her arms and rolled the pair of us over, pinning the tiny, giggling girl beneath me. “We can top that!” Lam’s giggles turned into a deep moan of lust-fueled pleasure as I pressed my hips forward and speared her spunk-soaked pussy with my still-raging cock once more.
I leaned against the doorframe and peered at each girl in turn. Rachel sat on one corner of the mattress, her gaze flitting from place to place as she looked at everything, anything, except for Colonel McCrea. The tiny redhead sat at the other corner, her gaze bouncing between the pigtailed blonde opposite her and the Doctor perched on the chair in the corner. As for the Lam, she kept her gaze squarely on me, her wide brown eyes never leaving my face as she squirmed slightly in discomfort. “Okay, I think we need to get some things straight right now, before this gets messy,” I said as I crossed my arms.
“I think it’s already gotten messy,” the Colonel interjected with an ironic smile as she tapped her fingers on the mattress next to the large, sticky, post-sex stain Lam and I had left on the sheets.
“Not that kind of mess,” I replied with a faint blush. Turning my attention to Lam, I regarded the doctor with a critical eye. “This thing we’re all experiencing, this thing we experienced this morning… It’s all related to sex, isn’t it?”
“Hmm?” the Asian girl said as she slid her gaze back up my body to my face from where it had slipped down to my groin. “Oh! Uhm, I am not sure, Michael. There does seem to be a significant sexual component to our transformations, but at this point I do not have enough information to make a definitive conclusion. Right now, all I can offer is hypotheses.”
“So hypotheses, Doc,” the Colonel said impatiently.
Lam squirmed once more as she tried to get comfortable and sighed. “Yes, I believe that there is a significant sexual component to this Event. Beyond the obvious arousal factor being experienced by every biologically human female we have encountered to date, there is evidence that regular sexual stimulation leading to a climax helps to alleviate any symptoms we experience. As for Michael, I cannot say what effect regular sexual congress and climax has on his – or any other biologically human male’s – symptoms.” She lifted her backside up a few inches and tucked her feet beneath her, wincing at the movement.
“Are you feeling okay?” the Colonel asked as her gaze slid from the wincing Asian girl to me, a suspicious look in her eyes.
“Yes, I am fine,” Lam replied with a dismissive wave. “I am just a bit… sore. Michael is rather… well endowed, compared to our new stature.”
“Doing him is like getting a nice, hard fisting,” Rachel interjected with a grin.
“Rachel!” I blushed even deeper, shook my head, and sighed. “Okay, I think we need to talk things out, to come to an understanding with each other. We need to make sure that we can take care of our… urges, without causing hard feelings and getting angry towards each other. Colonel, I have to ask you a personal question,” I continued, fixing the tiny redhead with a direct look. “Are you gay?”
The Colonel squirmed, sighed, and tapped her tiny foot against the mattress. Dressed in her black rhinestone heart tank top and a pair of panties around her slim hips, she looked less like a hard-bitten Marine and more like a humiliated little girl with each passing moment. She wrapped her arms around one knee, sighed once more, and raised her face to mine. “Yeah,” she finally admitted.
“Okay,” I said. So far, so good… “And Rachel and Lam, you two are not lesbians, right, but you’re okay playing around with each other and the Colonel when I’m… er… otherwise occupied?” Lam gave a barely imperceptible nod, while the pigtail blonde blushed and looked down at her feet. “Okay,” I repeated. “This is what I propose…” I took a deep breath and dove right in. “Nobody ‘lays claim’ to anyone else. If we get the urge, then we decide who we sleep with. No will mean no, but there won’t be any hard feelings if we get rejected. And if we get rejected but then you decide to sleep with someone else immediately after, then it’s okay.” I paused and ran through the statement in my head, my brow furrowing slightly as I tried to make sense of it. “I didn’t say that very well,” I admitted.
“No, I get what you’re saying, Mikey,” Rachel cut in. “We can sleep with whoever we want, as long as we’re open about it. That way, we can all get off but there’s no hard feelings.” She slid closer to the Colonel, leaned across the wet patch, and placed a tiny hand on the redhead’s foot. “I had a lot of fun, and would love to do it again,” she said with an open, innocent look on her face. “But if I want to sleep with Mikey, it’s only because he’s who I want to sleep with right then. It’s nothing against you – you were… amazing. But I own my own body, and I get to decide who I sleep with.”
“Okay,” the Colonel said with a faint smile. She patted the blonde’s hand gently and glanced at me. “As long as he keeps his thing away from me, I can live with that,” she added with a nod in my direction. She raised Rachel’s hand to her face, kissed her fingers, and smiled. “But if you agree to mess around, just remember that I get to be on top.”
“Deal.”
As the pair bonded, I glanced over at Lam. The Doctor was peering at the couple on the bed with an intensity that surprised me, almost as if she were examining a fascinating science experiment. I saw her hand flick down to her waist for an instant before her brow furrowed in annoyance ever so slightly, and I realized with a start that she had been reaching for her notebook that, because of her attire of a billowing pink sleeping tee featuring the declaration that she was a SASSY GIRL! across her flat chest, was obviously in another outfit. She sensed my gaze and turned her attention to me, and I saw her interest slip back behind her neutral mask as she smiled a small smile in my direction. “I too agree to this arrangement,” she added.
“Okay, good! Now that that’s settled, we need to make plans for today,” I said as I clapped and rubbed my hands together. “Where we’re going, what we need to do, things like that.”
“We keep going north,” the Colonel replied as she gave Rachel’s hand one last pat and hopped down from the mattress. “The original landing site was Quantico – it was thought that the airfield there, smack dab in the middle of the FBI, the DEA, and the Corps would be more than secure. However, I’m really starting to rethink that idea,” she added as she shook her head. She flipped her tangled, messy mop of long red hair over one shoulder as she walked over to the small dresser and pulled one of our street maps off the small pile next to the lifeless television. “If things went as tits-up there as they seem to be going everywhere else, then that’s probably the worst place to go.”
“How so?” I asked.
“Lots of forest to hide in, lots of open space to mass, and lots of testosterone in the place before,” she replied with a wry smile. “No offense,” she added as she tossed a nod in my direction. “Last time I transited through there, I think I only saw about five women and hundreds of men. Even if most of the latter vanished, those are numbers that I don’t like… especially if most of the men have gone Feral.”
“So, where should we go?” asked Lam.
“I’ve thought about that.” The Colonel knelt on the carpet and unfolded the map, giving it a little snap to straighten it out as she spread it on the floor in front of her. We all leaned forward as she traced her finger along one big, bold, bright line. “We stay on 95-North,” she explained, “and we blow right on past Quantico. We keep going, past the loop, down into the Arlington area.” One tiny nail came to rest on a particular spot located near a river, and she glanced up at us. “I think we should head straight to the Pentagon.”
I squatted opposite the Colonel, peered at the map, and frowned slightly. “It’s awfully close to DC,” I pointed out. “Big populations, lots of chaos… If conditions around there are even one tenth of what they were in Richmond, we could be walking into a hornet’s nest.”
“The few Ferals that we saw back home were really nasty,” Rachel interjected in a nervous voice as she leaned forward and peered down at the map as well.
“I think we have to risk it,” the redhead said as she sat back on her heels. “The Pentagon is just too important to let fall, so I think that they reinforced the shit out of the place the second things started going weird.” She tapped her fingertip on the map once more. “If there’s anyone still in charge, I think they’re going to be there.”
I chewed the inside of my lip as I thought about her logic, and finally I grimaced. “I don’t know if you’re right, but I have to admit that you probably know a lot more about military operations than I do. Do you honestly think that we’ll find what you’re looking for there?”
“I do.”
I hissed slightly, glanced at a nervous-looking Rachel and then at an impassive Lam, and stood up. “Okay, if you say so. We’ll follow your lead. I just hope you’re right. Let’s get packed and hit the road… the sooner we’re behind some big, explosive guns, the better I’ll like it.”
“Right, but we need about an hour before we can go,” Rachel said as she hopped off the bed.
“Why?”
“’Cause this place still has water pressure,” she said as she stripped off her training bra and walked towards the bathroom. “I’m taking a shower. I don’t care if it’s fucking ice water. I need to be clean!” She paused at the door, half-turned with her forearm over her chest in some form of pointless modesty, and peered at both Lam and the Colonel. “You two could use a shower too,” she added. “You stink.”
The redhead frowned and sniffed at one armpit, while Lam actually blushed. “What about Michael?” the Asian girl asked. “Does he not need a shower as well?”
“Yeah, and I’m not thrilled about parading around naked in front of a breeder,” the Colonel added with a lopsided grin that let us know she was only half-kidding.
“Don’t worry,” Rachel replied with an impish grin. “If the water’s as cold as I think it is, he’ll have far more important things to worry about other than a bunch of naked girls.”
As everyone split up to do what they needed to do, I couldn’t help but think that Rachel had taken an oblique shot into the room – although if the shot was at me, her Asian competition for my bed, or her part-time lesbian lover, I couldn’t be sure. And the second I hopped into a shower in which the water was only slightly warmer than absolute zero and my balls tried to climb up into my body, I truly stopped caring.
The four of us sat in the idling Hummer, peering off at the devastation to our right. Even in the dim light of the stormy evening we could still see the plumes of smoke rising into the sky, cloaking the gargantuan edifice in a perpetual haze.
“Fuck,” Rachel quietly whispered as she placed her chin on my shoulder.
“Yeah,” I agreed. I turned my head slightly and glanced at the Colonel out of the corner of my eye. The redhead was even paler than usual, her eyes wide with shock as she stared at the damage and gnawed the inside of her cheek with her teeth. “You didn’t expect this, did you?” I asked.
“No,” she replied, her voice a cold whisper.
After our icy showers, a quick bite of salty beef jerky and lukewarm water, and a very brief argument about who got to ride shotgun (Lam deferred, Rachel and the Colonel glared at each other until the redhead blushed, looked away, and acquiesced to the back seat), we had packed up our ride and hit the road. Rachel magnanimously gave the Colonel a consolation prize – while the tiny redhead scowled and forced herself to wear a pair of girl-sized jeans, sandals, and a pink tee-shirt proudly proclaiming her to be a DADDY’S GIRL, my little blonde lover sat in the front seat and promised to use her supernatural sewing skill to try to reduce the Marine’s uniform to a size more appropriate for her little girl frame. While the Colonel and I chatted about inconsequential things and Rachel sewed, Lam kept quiet and jotted in her notebook and kept so quiet that sometimes we forgot she was even in the vehicle – until we would look up and catch her staring at one of us, her gaze thoughtful and her face impassive, and when we confronted her she would laugh it off with a dismissive wave and furiously jot more notes.
95-North, which should have been packed with rush-hour commuters lined up nose to tail in slow-moving traffic as they attempted to make it to their jobs, was eerily clear and we made relatively good time. Still, we could not help but note the reminders of the Event – every few miles we would stumble across an abandoned car or overturned semi, a minor fender-bender dotting the asphalt here and there for variety. We didn’t say much as we slowly wound our way along the road, and I could tell that each of us were trapped in their own thoughts as every turn of the highway brought more evidence of the sheer depopulation that the Event had caused.
The further north we travelled the more chaotic and threatening the evidence became, until we were forced to acknowledge that, for those who survived, the world had indeed become a very dangerous place indeed. Just south of an obscure little town called Aquia Harbour we stumbled across an abandoned BMW just sitting smack-dab in the middle of the road, the driver’s door open to the elements and the back seat packed with suitcases and plastic bags filled with treasures. As we slowed and drew alongside, a cold chill seemed to fill the Hummer as we saw a truly massive pool of dried, tacky blood completely coating the driver’s seat and spilling onto the hot asphalt below, where a diamond tiara sat in the middle of the red stain – and tangled up in the still-attached seatbelt was a tiny pink tee-shirt whose tattered scraps fluttered weakly in the sluggish breeze. After a quick glance at each other we accelerated away, our unspoken decision to forgo any treasures inside the abandoned car unanimous.
We managed to avoid any direct confrontations with the few Ferals that we spotted along our journey. Every so often we would spot a figure off in the distance, swaying in the middle of a field or at the bottom of an exit ramp, figures that almost seemed oblivious to our presence as they stared off into space. Once, one of the things shook himself after we passed by and took off in pursuit, but a quick burst of speed left him far behind and we were able to lose our pursuer with ease. Still, the few that we saw showed signs of their madness… besides their wild, unkempt appearance and sun-scarred flesh, most were coated with dried blood, evidence of their new diet.
“How many have died at the hands of these things since…” Lam asked quietly from the backseat as we rounded a curve in the road.
“Probably far too many,” I replied quietly as I slowed and carefully slalomed between three abandoned sedans and an SUV.
“Let’s just keep going,” the Colonel said.
As we drew closer to Washington both the nature of the abandoned vehicles and their ultimate demise started to shift. Whereas most of the wrecks we stumbled across further south seemed the result of their operators simply vanishing, general passenger vehicles dotting our path that had flipped over or run off the road, the further north we traveled the greater the evidence that the Event had been a far more violent thing. Just shy of the exit to Quantico we stumbled across the remnants of what was evidently a pitched battle. Someone had thrown up a make-shift blockade of military vehicles, Hummers and trucks placed across the road to prevent travel at the end of a long line of parked civilian vehicles. The wrecks still smoldered even days after the violence, and everywhere we looked we saw destruction.
“What the hell happened here?” Rachel asked, a sick look on her face as she stared at an Audi whose windshield had been evidently caved in by machinegun fire.
“Something… bad,” Lam replied.
“I told you that Quantico was a bad idea,” Colonel McCrea interjected. “I think… don’t know for sure… but I think that someone on base got an order to close down the highway, and when people started to go weird it all went down here.”
“But where are the bodies?” Lam asked quietly.
That was a question that I too wondered, but unlike the girls I believed that I had the answer. While they had been concentrating on the shattered glass and blood-spattered autos, I had been trying to keep a watch out in every direction for Ferals. I couldn’t help but notice the small piles of abandoned stuff, a pistol here, a pack there, an inverted helmet laying on the edge of the road – and each one sitting in the middle of a small pool of long-dried blood that sat at the end of a drag path into the woods, evidence of a screaming victim meeting her demise at the hands of the newest predator on the scene. Those were bad… but what was far worse were the tiny little human remains scattered here and there, a finger resting on the top of an otherwise clean Lexus, what looked like the remnants of a leg bone sticking out of an overturned boot under the front bumper of a truck, a cloud of flies buzzing over what could only be someone’s entrails – more proof of the hell that had been visited upon these survivors. I tried to maneuver the Hummer to avoid the obvious scenes of horrors, but the girls’ silence let me know that they had seen more than enough and as I circumvented the battle site on the grassy embankment and accelerated away we tried not to speak of what we had just seen.
Even with the horrors we observed the physical needs of the girls would not be denied, and twice we had to find a secluded pull-off beside the highway in order to engage in a bit of travel hanky-panky. About noon Rachel admitted to feeling the urge, and without much fanfare I maneuvered the Hummer behind a strip mall and parked. While Lam and the Colonel scissored in the back seat, Rachel threw caution to the wind and forced her tiny cunny on my cock, and her orgasm was earth-shattering as she rode my splurting member like a madwoman. An hour past Quantico the urge struck them once more, and through some complicated inside gymnastics Rachel joined the horny redhead in the back for a little oral delight while Lam tried – and succeeded - in recreating Rachel’s earlier bull riding session, moaning hot, breathy moans of pure joy in my mouth as she kissed me and accepted a third load of my seed in her underage pussy. All four of us wished that it were more convenient, more romantic, or just plain-old more comfortable, but we all knew that we had to keep moving, and I promised the girls that, after we reached the safety of the Pentagon, I would work to find something a bit more appropriate for our trysts.
As the day wore on the sky grew darker, more proof that yet another early summer deluge was about to hit the region. The still, humid, fetid air almost seemed electric, and it seemed as though we were the only moving creatures in the entire world. I noticed Rachel getting more nervous the closer we got to the city, whereas Lam remained impassive as always – although I caught her staring at the back of my head more than once with an odd, inscrutable look in her eyes. Colonel McCrea, on the other hand, almost seemed energized as she back-seat drove and insisted I turn left here, turn right there, and not drive so goddamn slow!
“Cool your jets!” I grumbled back at her as I negotiated a tricky maneuver in which I threaded the Hummer between a jackknifed semi and two sedans as large, heavy raindrops pelted the sunroof and the windshield. “This isn’t exactly a smooth drive!”
“C’mon, we’re almost there!” The tiny redhead was kneeling on the seat behind me, her hands wrapped around the base of the headrest as she bounced up and down. I tried to glower at her in the rearview mirror, but the sheer sight of her tiny form, excited expression, and the way she resembled a little girl going to an amusement park caused my annoyance to vanish in an instant. “Just another few miles…”
“Uhm, Colonel,” Lam said quietly as she leaned over the seats and poked her head between Rachel’s and mine. “I do not know exactly where we are going, but does it usually look like that?” We followed her pointing finger out the windshield and saw the thick black haze that seemed to hang over our general destination like a sullen blanket.
“No, no it doesn’t,” the Colonel replied, the tone of her voice making it clear that her excitement was dampened by the ominous feature before us.
The girls sat back as we rounded the last curve, the trees thinned out, and saw the source of the cloud – far from being the safe have we imagined, the Pentagon had evidently been the scene of a pitched battle even fiercer than the one further south around Quantico. Every window in the towering edifice was smashed out and thick, billowing clouds of black smoke poured from every opening. Flickering flames in more than a few of the gaping maws provided a faint, jumping illumination to the devastation on the grounds outside… smoldering vehicles lay scattered like a child’s toys across the pitted and gouged lawn, make-shift bunkers stood silent and abandoned as the sandbags lay stove in on themselves, and dozens of Feral corpses lay bloated in the June heat. As we idled and stared in shock, the flames inside one former window flared up as a tongue of fire surged and licked the blackened stonework above.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” the Colonel whispered in shock. “They couldn’t hold it.”
“It looks like they tried,” I replied. “But there were too few of them.”
“Or too many Ferals,” Rachel added ominously. She glanced at the windshield for a moment as the raindrops returned, and then back at the smoldering wreckage. “It’s been raining. Why is it still on fire?”
“Sixty years of paper,” Lam replied simply. She pointed once more, at a pair of distant, swaying figures half a mile away near the smoldering ruin. “I do not think it wise to stay here for long.”
“But where can we go?” Rachel whispered in fear.
“I…” The Colonel let her voice trail off as she stared at the Ferals, bit her lip, and then shook herself. “Okay, new plan. Mike, keep following the highway, and take the first exit you find. We want to head northwest, into Arlington itself. I know someone who lives there, we can hole up at her place while we figure out what to do next.”
As I put the Hummer in gear the skies finally opened up, drawing a watery curtain on the devastation behind us as we sped away.
Rachel pulled her mouth off of the head of my prick with a loud, wet pop as she continued to grasp my shaft in her tiny hand. “So,” she asked as she licked her lips, “one cock, two pussies. Who gets to fuck him first?”
Outside the windows the storm raged, the wind-whipped drops spattering against the glass in a steady, rhythmic beat. The bedroom was dimly lit by a small collection of candles, ranging in size from tiny tea lights to long, slim tapers to a gargantuan pedestal, the flickering flames providing a warm illumination that seemed to flicker and dance on the walls. The previous resident evidently had both money and taste – and no kids – if the elegant furnishings, the expensive artwork, and the luxurious furniture were any indication. And after the rough conditions all of us had endured over the past few days, we were more than willing to take advantage of the posh digs in our temporary refuge.
After the disappointment of the Pentagon, we carefully picked our way through the abandoned suburban streets as the weather continued to deteriorate. Frequently I was forced to slow the Hummer to a crawl as I tried to negotiate a tricky intersection or a narrow, auto-lined avenue, the small of my back aching as I hunched forward to peer through the misty windshield. The storm got worse with each passing minute, a watery deluge that pounded on the roof of the vehicle and sent sheets of rain splashing against the windows. Fortunately the Colonel seemed to know exactly where to go, and with the exception of a single wrong turn we finally made our way through a dark, silent neighborhood and pulled in behind a large, three-story townhouse on top of a hill. I stood guard as the girls dashed through the rain to the back door, and then joined the trio with a few of our bags. The Colonel knew exactly where the spare key was hidden, and within seconds we stood in a large, dark kitchen, rainwater dripping from our sodden clothes but otherwise unharmed as we listened to the prominent TOCK-TOCK-TOCK of an antique grandfather clock in a nearby room.
After scouring the townhouse for any possible threat, and then re-scouring the first and second floor for any possible method of entry, Colonel McCrea had laid down the law. “I’m tired, I’m sticky, and I’m ‘peopled out,’” she said bluntly, the anti-social scowl on her face incongruous with her angelic features as she glowered at us. “I need to rethink my strategy here. My friend has a small guest suite up top. I’ve stayed there before, so that’s where I’m going. I’m going to take a bath, and be by myself. You three,” she added with a wave towards Rachel, Lam and myself, “are perfectly safe in here. You have the other two floors. Food’s in the kitchen, bedroom and bathroom on the second floor, try to be quiet. I need some alone time.”
“What about… y’know,” Rachel asked, holding her hand in front of her crotch and making a small circular motion to indicate her thoughts.
One corner of the redhead’s mouth quirked up in amusement as she gathered her small pack and pushed off from the counter. “I’m a closeted lesbian in the U.S. fuckin’ Marine Corps,” she said with a tiny laugh. “For twenty-plus years, I couldn’t exactly go out and pick up a fuck buddy at a bar. D’ya think I don’t know how to take care of my urges?” She turned and walked into the hallway, and then mounted the stairs. “I’ll let you know when I want company. Just try not to attract too much attention. G’night.”
As her footsteps faded away, the three of us looked at each other. “Well,” Rachel said as she perched on the edge of the kitchen table, “what do we want to do now?”
“Is anyone hungry?” Lam asked. “We could try to make some dinner.”
“Naw, I’m good,” I said. “How about raiding the cupboards, seeing if there’s anything that we can scavenge?”
Rachel made a face. “Sounds like work. I don’t feel like working right now.”
We were silent for a few more heartbeats, until Lam made a noise. “There is a nice, big bed in the master suite,” she said coyly. “We could fuck.”
I looked at Lam, Lam looked at Rachel, and Rachel looked at me… and without another word we scrambled up the stairs.
While Rachel moved about the large, well-appointed bedroom lighting candles, Lam pushed me to the foot of the bed. As she knelt at my feet and pulled off my shoes, she looked up at me with wide brown eyes. “Have you ever made love to two women at once?” she asked.
“Oh, stop being such a Lam, Lammy” Rachel said as she leapt onto the bed and knelt next to me. I raised my arms as she grasped the bottom of my shirt and pulled the garment up and off my body. “Can’t you just get into the swing of things without trying to be a doctor all the time?”
“I was not being a doctor,” the tiny Asian girl said with a pout. She crawled forward a few inches, wedging her tiny body between my spread thighs, and unbuckled my belt. “I was just being curious,” she added as she unzipped my jeans.
Rachel grasped my head in her hands, turned my face to hers, and planted her puffy, bee-stung lips on mine. At the same time I felt Lam tug on my waistband, and instinctively I raised my hips to help her slip off my pants. I lay back on the mattress, pulling my blonde lover down with me and deepening the kiss, as my new Asian lover grasped my throbbing prick in her and gave a tiny, tentative lap against the head.
I grasped Rachel’s pigtails and pulled her head back, nuzzling her neck as she moaned with passion. “I think that there’re two little girls who are wearing entirely too many clothes,” I muttered, my voice thick with lust as I cupped her denim-clad ass and gave a firm squeeze.
“Not that is something that we can take care of!” Rachel pulled away, and as I squirmed up further on the mattress Lam joined her in kneeling on the foot of the bed. The girls shared a wicked grin and then, in a single, almost perfectly timed motion, both peeled their tee shirts from their bodies and tossed them to the floor. I stared hungrily at the two slim, girlish bodies before me as Rachel peeled her jeans off of her hips and Lam slipped out of her short skirt, and then both worked their tight panties off their bodies. The extraneous bras joined the rest of the discarded clothing, and my gaze bounced back and forth between two naked pre-teen bodies.
Lam moved first, gracing me with a quick kiss before moving her face down to my cock. As she grasped my erection and lapped at my head once more, Rachel mirrored her movements with a quick kiss before joining her friend down south. The two tiny hands gripping my shaft, the two tiny tongues washing my prick, elicited a groan of lust from my chest, and my palms stroked their wriggling asses as they pleasured me.
“I think,” Lam added as she paused in her self-appointed task of nuzzling my balls, “that we should find a way to decide who gets to ride him first. And fast…”
“I agree with that sentiment!” I interjected.
“Rock, paper, scissors?” Rachel suggested.
Lam thought about it for a second, and then nodded. With one hand still wrapped around my throbbing cock, the girls raised their other hands, made fists, and silently pumped them twice. On the third pump they threw – two sheets of paper. One, two three – two scissors. One, two, three – Rachel threw scissors, and Lam threw a rock. “Damn it,” the blonde muttered as Lam grinned widely, sat up, and swung one gangly leg over my waist.
“I win,” the Asian girl crowed as she nestled her tiny, moist slit on the tip of my cock.
“Just remember, I can get my revenge,” Rachel replied. She grasped a huge handful of Lam’s silky, jet-black hair, pulled the girl’s head back, and gave her a firm swat across the ass. “Stop hesitating and fuck him!” she hissed.
“Ah! Michael, are you going to let her do that to me?” Lam whined.
“Hey, you’re the one who wanted to go first,” I replied as I tweaked on tiny, stiff nipple. “I think you should do what she says.”
“That’s right!” Rachel flipped her pigtails over one shoulder, leaned close, and licked the side of Lam’s neck. “Get your ass down, bitch,” she hissed in mock fury. “Take every fucking inch inside of you! Do it!”
“Ah!” With her brow furrowed in concentration and effort, the Asian girl pressed her hips down. The resistance against my shaft was intense, but with a surprising suddenness her slit gave way and my thick, bulbous cockhead lodged in her painfully tight pussy. “Oh my God, oh my God,” she grunted as she wriggled her hips and worked more of my prick inside of her.
“That’s it, do it!” Rachel growled. She swatted Lam’s ass once more, and then pressed down on the girl’s shoulders with firm hands. “Take it all, bitch! Fuck him!”
I pushed my hips up as Lam bore down, and watched as inch after inch of my thick cock painfully stretched her tiny little pussy wide. She whimpered as she slid onto me, the corners of her eyes dotting with tears as a knot bulged in her belly as my thick rod filled her completely. Her inner walls gripped my shaft like a velvet-lined vice, so tight that she couldn’t thrust herself up and down but instead only wriggle forwards and backwards, and I could feel the tip of my cock flicking against her cervix as she whimpered. “It is too much, too big!” she whined.
“Here, this will help.” Rachel held the tiny girl tight with one arm and reached around her waist with the other. Dropping her hand between Lam’s splayed thighs, she stroked my girl-slicked shaft for a moment with her fingertips before sliding up to find the tiny, stiff, eraser-sized nubbin of the Asian girl’s clit. Lam gasped loudly and jerked as Rachel found her sensitive button, and my pigtailed lover grinned wickedly. “Does that feel better, Lammy?” she asked as she pressed her body against her friend’s.
“Y... Oh, God, yes!” Lam’s face flushed dark and thin, high-pitched grunts of effort and lust issued from between her lips as she rolled her hips against Rachel’s stroking fingers and my throbbing cock. “Oh God, I am going to come!” she added after only a few rolling heaves of her body.
“Then do it!” Rachel encouraged, her mouth inches from her victim’s ear as she nuzzled the squirming girl. “Do it! Do it do it doitdoitdoit…”
Lam thrust against me once, twice, three times, and then her entire body shuddered as she stiffened atop me and crashed over the edge into an earth-shattering orgasm. Rachel continued to torture the girl as she stroked her hyper-sensitive clit, a move that caused Lam to squirm in discomfort – an action that set the spunk in my balls aboil. “St… Please, stop, no more!” she whimpered.
“Not until you admit who your master is!” Rachel hissed.
“It is you!”
“No, that’s not right.” Rachel flexed her hand and pushed her fingertips harder against Lam’s clit as the tiny Asian girl squirmed on my cock. “Say it!” she insisted as she spiked her victim’s lust even higher.
“It… is… Michael!” Lam shuddered as she teetered on the edge of post-orgasm madness, her entire body bathed in sweat and her slim hips grinding her sex on my shaft and her clit on Rachel’s fingers. “Michael is my master!”
“Damn right he is!” Rachel pulled Lam’s head back and fastened her lips to the gasping girl’s, her jaw working as she forced her tongue inside her victim’s mouth. At the same time Lam bucked wildly as she spiked into a second, more wrenching orgasm, and I could feel my will slip as the walls of her pussy seemed to stroke my cock. With a grunting groan I came as well, spurting blast after blast of hot, salty spunk deep inside the squirming Asian girl.
As Lam collapsed on my chest, her eyes half-rolled back in her head as she teetered on the edge of consciousness, Rachel lay beside the two of us. She kissed me, a deep, soulful kiss filled with an extra helping on exploratory tongue, all while she stroked the twitching girl’s back. “Did Lammy please you, oh master? Or should we force her to pleasure you some more?” she asked with a wicked twinkle in her eye.
“You are such a bitch,” Lam moaned weakly.
“That was a bit on the cruel side,” I agreed. I slipped my arm beneath Rachel, and before she could react I pinned her wrists together in my much larger grip. As I hugged her tightly and she squirmed against me, Lam propped herself up on one hand and peered down as we kissed. “Well, my first slave,” I added as I turned my attention to the Asian girl, “how should we punish such cruelty?”
“Wait, what?” Rachel asked.
“I think that we should force her to pleasure us both, at the same time,” Lam replied with a wicked twinkle in her eye as she slipped off my sticky cock and rolled onto the mattress.
“I agree,” I said. I half-pulled a suddenly uncertain, suddenly squirmy Rachel onto my chest, while Lam snapped up the blonde’s discarded bra from the floor and looped it around her wrists. “You really shouldn’t have been so mean to Lammy,” I added as I kissed her forehead, ‘’cause now she can have her revenge.”
“I don’t think YEOUCH!” Rachel’s worried comment ended in a squeal of surprise as Lam slapped here across her tight, flat ass as hard as she could. She opened her mouth to object but I quickly grasped her pigtails and kissed her deeply, feeling her hot, breathy, muffled yowls of outrage as the Asian girl gave her a series of firm, stinging swats against her squirming backside. “Hey, that’s not fair!” she whined when I broke the kiss and Lam ended her assault.
“What is fair?” Lam replied with a little laugh.
“Have you had enough?” I asked her over my captive’s shoulder.
Lam flipped her hair over one shoulder and thought for a second. “Almost. I think that she has to apologize to my pussy for making me orgasm twice.” She rolled onto her back and spread her legs, giving both Rachel and I a perfect, direct-line view of her well-fucked cunny. The slit between her legs looked slick and swollen, and as we watched a tiny dribble of my spunk oozed from her depths and down towards her ass. “Kiss it and make it feel better!” she ordered.
“Well, you heard the doctor,” I told the pigtail blonde. “Better do what she says.”
Rachel’s pout was countered by the excited, aroused gleam in her eye as she squirmed off my chest and rolled between her friend’s legs. “I’m so sorry, Lammy’s pussy,” she said in a tone of voice that made it clear that she wasn’t sorry in the least. She pursed her lips and gave the gasping Lam a quick peck on her still-swollen clit, and then a second directly on her sperm-slicked slit. “I’m so sorry.” Her tongue flicked out and lapped at the ooze issuing from deep in the Asian girl’s womb, and within seconds she was feasting on Lam’s sex.
“Ah! Oh, Michael, I do not know if she is sorry at all,” Lam said in a husky voice as she rolled her hips and squirmed with pleasure. “She seems far more interested in cleaning me out!” She issued a husky, guttural moan of pure animal pleasure as she held Rachel’s head between her palms and let the pigtailed blonde feast upon her body.
“Here, maybe this will help.” The sheer eroticism of Lam’s flushed face, of Rachel’s head buried between her thighs, and of the blonde’s wriggling, well-spanked ass served to get me hard once more, and I levered myself up off the mattress and knelt behind my target. Grasping the base of my shaft firmly, I pressed the tip against Rachel’s pussy and pressed my hips forward. There was some slight resistance, but our regular sessions over the past five days had served to loosen her up considerably and the head of my cock slid into her easily. I heard her gasp as I slid inch after thick inch inside of her, and she squirmed delightfully as I gripped her bound wrists and fucked her with smooth, steady thrusts.
“Now… who is… your master?” Lam gasped as she rolled her hips up and pressed her slit into Rachel’s mouth, spreading her thighs just a hair wider to provide the blonde greater access. Rachel murmured some reply that was muffled by the pussy before her, but the wriggled in her ass as I took her from behind made it clear who she believed owned her body. The Asian girl’s grip tightened as her breathing increased, and with a suddenness that surprised us all she came for a third time, an action that was quickly mirrored by Rachel. As the bound blonde’s body tensed and I felt the walls of her pussy grip my cock I too came, shooting a nice, heavy load of my seed inside my young lover’s womb as I pressed my shaft deep.
As our passions ebbed we rolled onto the mattress to catch our breaths. Rachel squirmed onto her back and snuggled between Lam and I, gracing first one, then the other with a deep, passionate, spunk-flavored kiss. “Now THAT,” she said with a wicked grin, “is the way you have a threesome!”
“Indeed,” Lam replied with a matching grin as she snuggled up to her lover.
“Damn straight,” I added as I wrapped my arms around both of them. As we snuggled in our post-orgasmic afterglow the light faded outside the windows and we were content to lay as we were, safe in the warmth of each others’ bodies.
Several hours later, as I lay dozing in a half-awake, half-asleep semi-dream state sandwiched between Rachel and Lam, there came a soft, tiny knock at the door. The two girls were dead to the world, exhausted from both the stresses of the day and our energetic love-making session, and the noise didn’t even cause them to stir. I carefully lifted Rachel’s clinging arm from my chest, slowly maneuvered Lam’s bare thigh from atop my own, and slid down the mattress. The pair murmured in their sleep as I clambered to my feet, subconsciously upset that their favorite play-toy (me) was being removed from their grip, but both snuggled into the spot that I had previously occupied and lapsed back into their dreamless state as they curled up in each other’s arms.
Quietly I tugged on my jeans and padded across the carpet to the door. I felt safe and secure in the townhouse, and I knew who wanted our attention. Cracking the door, I peered through the gap with bleary eyes and beheld Colonel McCrea standing in the hall. “Yeah, what’s up?” I asked quietly as I ran my fingers through my sleep-tousled hair as a make-shift comb.
“You three done fucking yet?” she asked with a tiny grin.
“Yeah, we’re done. Is everything okay? Is there a problem?”
“There’s no danger, we’re still safe.” The tiny redhead looked troubled for a second and fidgeted as she thought over something, the combination of her oversized sleeping tee sporting some trio of teenage television stars I barely knew and the gnawing of her lower lip making her seem even younger than she actually was. “Do you have half a sec? I think I need a reality check.”
“Sure.” I opened the door wider, spared one more glance at my pair of lovers on the mattress behind me, and slipped out of the bedroom. “What’s going on?”
“Follow me.” The Colonel turned and padded down the hall, her tiny feet not even making the barest of scuffs on the hardwood beneath her, and I followed her as she led me upstairs to the third floor – her ‘private space’ for the evening. Like ours, the guest suite was decorated with tasteful, expensive furnishings that accentuated the inner sanctum-ness of the place. The king-sized bed was rumpled and showed signs of use, a single small candle burned on the nightstand (and did nothing to conceal the pair of vibrators she had ‘hidden’ behind the base) and the windows were thrown wide to let in the moist, humid air. The redhead noticed my glance towards the bed, and smiled a wide, snaggle-toothed grin. “Forget it, breeder,” she said lightly. “That ain’t gonna happen.”
“Well, you did sneak down in the middle of the night almost naked to come and get me,” I replied with a matching grin. “What did you expect me to think?”
“I think,” she said slowly as she moved over towards the French doors leading out to a small half-balcony that was more ornamental than practical, “that I need another set of eyes to tell me I’m not going crazy.”
Curious, I followed her over and looked out into the darkness. The rain had finally stopped although the still, stagnant air hung over the darkened city like a heavy, oppressive blanket, and I could hear the drips of water falling from the trees and buildings around us. Even though there was no moon to illuminate the grounds, I could still make out the headstones of Arlington marching away from us across the rolling landscape, short, squat, silent sentinels standing at attention in neat, orderly rows for eternity. Nothing seemed to move, nothing seemed out of the ordinary. “I don’t see anything, it looks fine to me,” I said softly.
“It’s subtle,” the Colonel replied. She picked up a pair of heavy-looking binoculars from the floor at her feet, raised them to her eyes, and peered out into the night. After a few seconds she grunted and nodded. “There it is again,” she said softly. She turned to regard me for a heartbeat, seemed to judge our height difference for a moment, and then glanced back out into the night. “Here, kneel down,” she ordered as she handed me the binoculars.
Even more curious, I did as she asked. As I brought the binoculars up to my eyes, I noted with amusement that, even on my knees, I was still taller than she was, but I stifled my mirth and instead peered out into the night. At first I couldn’t see anything, but the redhead stepped in close behind me, placed her chin on my shoulder, and used her hands to position my head. “What am I looking for?” I asked as she tilted my head up to peer into the sky.
“Just tell me if you see anything,” she replied, her warm breath tickling the side of my face.
At first I wasn’t sure – frankly, all I saw were the bottoms of the overcast sky. But then… Uncertain, I leaned forward slightly, straining my eyes to see through the lenses. “I… Is that…”
“Tell me what you see.”
“I think… It’s like a tiny glow.” Indeed, an almost imperceptible brighter patch showed on the underside of the clouds above the city, a faint, tentative thing that didn’t even seem real. “I think it faded out, but then came back. It’s not very bright, but there’s something.”
I both heard and felt her sigh with relief. “Good, I’m not going crazy,” she said. I turned and sat on the floor as she stepped back and knelt. “I thought I spotted it earlier, but I wasn’t sure if my eyes were playing tricks on me or not.”
“What is it?”
“I’m not entirely sure, but…” She thought hard for a second, worrying her lower lip with her teeth once more and looking oh-so-adorable as she wracked her brain. “I think someone’s still alive downtown. Have you ever heard of something called a ‘Continuity of Operations Plan’?”
“I think so,” I replied. “Isn’t that where the government has something in place to deal with a nuclear war?”
“It’s not just that,” she answered. “After September 11th, the United States expanded their plan to deal with any sort of national disaster that threatened the government. In theory, there were a series of sites outside the capitol that the government could flee to in case they had to abandon Washington. But…” She paused for a second, worried her lip again, and looked doubtful. “This Event took everyone by surprise. The last I heard, we lost the President and Vice President.”
“I heard that too, just before the news cut out,” I added. “The government lost most everybody.”
“Right. So, I was thinking… If things were just as FUBARed here as they were out in California, then it’s possible that nobody had a chance to get to any of these sites outside the city. But this is the government – they have got to have some sort of back-up generators and infrastructure stuff in the city to deal with every-day stuff, like blackouts and riots. So…”
“So,” I cut in, picking up the thread, “you think that there’s still some sort of government in the city.” I half-turned and peered back up at the faint glow for a second, and then turned back to face her. “Did you try to get a hold of them? Isn’t there a CB radio in the Hummer?”
The Colonel made a face. “I turned that thing off the second me and Doc jacked the thing,” she replied. “All we heard were people screaming their heads off for help, and the Doc wanted to stop and help every single one of them. My job was to get her to the rendezvous with the other eggheads, not to play Red Cross nurse, so…” She shrugged, hitched the collar of her tee back up over her shoulder and looked uncertain. “Besides, we don’t even know if they’re still broadcasting, or even if they’re listening anymore.”
“But there might still be someone alive out there, someone in charge.” I stared at her for a moment as my mind whirled with the possibilities. “You want to go in and find out.”
She exhaled a big gust of air from between her pursed lips, something that resembled a sigh of resignation. “Yeah. I have to. I was ordered to get people to DC, and I lost all of them except for Doc. If there’s even a chance of getting her to the right people…”
“If there’s anyone who might be qualified to fix this thing, it’s her,” I agreed. “She seems to already know a lot more than you or me about this thing.”
“Whatever you think she knows, it’s a bet that she knows a lot more than that.”
“What do you mean?” I asked suspiciously.
“Think about it,” the Colonel said as she tucked her calves under her thighs and pulled the hem of her tee down over her bare legs. “We’ve been together for less than two days, and you and her are already fucking. Does that seem normal to you?”
“Well…”
She snorted a half-laugh. “How about this… Do you think that you’re so goddamn irresistible that any woman can’t help herself but to spread her legs for you?” My eyes narrowed as suspicious thoughts started to whirl through my brain, and the redhead nodded. “Exactly. And I wasn’t the one to start messing around with her – when I started to get the urge, I’d take care of myself. She was the one who came on to me.”
“Did she ask you a bunch of weird sex-type questions?”
“Oh yeah,” the Colonel nodded. “After we would mess around, she’d grill me about how I was feeling. Oh, she tried being all subtle about it, waiting a few minutes and trying to weave it into the conversation, but really, how subtle can you be when talkin’ about this stuff? ‘Do you think my vagina tastes good?’ ‘Do you want to perform more aggressive acts of penetration, or do you want me to perform such acts on you?’” she added in a stiff, dead-on impression of the Doctor. “I mean, seriously, how do you manage to ask questions like that in the middle of a discussion about which highway to take?”
“She was asking the same sort of questions to Rachel,” I noted. “But I only get questions about my temper and whether I want to hurt anyone.”
“Exactly. And she let me know earlier that any time I wanted to play with her, she’d be willing. She claimed that she wasn’t exclusive to you. So,” the Colonel concluded, “either she’s a raging bisexual who’s obsessed with sex and is the biggest slut on the planet…”
“Or she knows something we don’t, and isn’t telling us what it is,” I finished. Now it was my turn to gnaw at my lip as I considered the possibilities. “I would love to get a look in that little notebook of hers.”
“It wouldn’t do you any good. It’s filled with a whole bunch of chicken scratches – I think she’s writing in Vietnamese, or something.”
“Fuck.” We both fell silent as our minds tried to come up with the worst-case scenario, and as I met her gaze I could tell that the Colonel was just as worried as I. “So what do we do?”
“Let me ask you a question,” the redhead said. She leaned back, propped herself up on stiff arms, and extended her legs out in front of her. “You and she have fucked a few times. How do you feel about her now?”
“Well, now I want to smack the hell out of her,” I said wryly.
The Colonel grinned. “Me too. But seriously, can you keep fucking her without letting her know that we don’t trust her?”
I thought about it… long and hard. “I… think so,” I finally replied. I smiled a half-grin and leaned against the door frame. “If it’s for the good of the mission, I will swallow my doubts and force myself to keep boning a tiny Asian slut.”
“Oh yeah, for the good of the mission,” she snickered. “Thank you for your sacrifice, your country appreciates it.”
“Hey, any time you want a taste of ‘The Michael,’” I offered, waving my hand to indicate my body.
“Thanks, but no thanks,” she snorted as her nose crinkled in disgust. “Dick doesn’t do it for me. Never has, never will. Give me a nice, wet pussy anytime. But,” she added as her face grew serious once more, “I think we should keep our suspicions to ourselves, at least for now. She’s keeping her secrets to herself, and I don’t know why. I don’t think it’s a good idea that we let her know that we know.”
“Do we tell Rachel?”
The redhead thought for a second. “No, I don’t think that’s a good idea,” she finally concluded. “I really don’t like the way Hot Pants and the Doc got all chummy in no time flat. It doesn’t seem right.”
“No, it doesn’t.” We fell silent for a moment. “Okay, I’ve got to know… Why do you keep calling Rachel ‘Hot Pants’?”
“Oh, it’s nothing,” the Colonel said with a small smile and a wave of her hand. “Back in my twenties, when I was still trying to stay in the closet but still trying to hook up, there used to be this lesbonym who hung around the Southern Cali dyke scene.”
“Lesbonym?”
“A word I made up. It’s a girl who claims to be a lesbian, but is really straight and just playing dirty sex games. Y’know… looks like a lesbian, smells like a lesbian, acts like a lesbian, but isn’t a lesbian. Anyway, this little clit-tease used to jump from girl to girl, never committing but always willing to get down ‘n dirty. We used to call her ‘Hot Pants’ ‘cause she always used to wear these skimpy, skin-tight shorts, so…”
“Got it.” We both fell silent once more, and I could feel my exhaustion catching up to me. I glanced over at the redhead, and noticed that she herself was stifling a yawn. “Well, we should get some sleep. I think tomorrow is going to be a heavy day. That is, unless I can’t interest you in a taste of Mike…”
The Colonel laughed and stood up, rising easily from her seated position with a minimum of effort as I ungainly clambered to my feet. “Get the fuck out, breeder,” she said lightly. “Girls only up here. Although if you want to send Hot Pants up…”
“Heh. Okay, g’night, Colonel.”
“Good night.” She paused and thought for a second as she stared at me. “And when it’s just us two, you can call me Meg.”
“I…” Surprised, it was my turn to pause with my hand on the doorknob. “Okay. Good night, Meg.”
My mind was still awash in dirty, nasty thoughts as I made my way back to the second floor. As I stood at the end of the bed and stripped off my jeans, I peered suspiciously at Lam, trying to reconcile the brilliant, manipulative, Machiavellian super-genius with the tiny, elfin form curled up on the mattress before me. As I watched she murmured softly, shifted, and stuck her thumb in her mouth as she fell into a deeper sleep. What is your game? I thought.
As gently as possible I slid back onto the mattress, snuggling up behind Rachel and placing a protective arm over both girls. As Rachel snuggled up against me and both seemed to relax even more, I thought that my whirling mind would keep me awake.
I was wrong. In seconds sleep overtook me and darkness fell.
Rachel shrieked as yet another Feral lunged at the passenger window, his snarling visage pressed against the glass as he tried to claw his way in to get at her. “God damn mother-fucking hell!” I snarled as I jerked the wheel to the left and sandwiched the suddenly much thinner thing between the side of the Hummer and a conveniently-parked SUV. Above I heard six gunshots in rapid succession as Meg emptied the remnants of her pistol at the pair charging after us, dropping one instantly and forcing the second to stumble to the slick asphalt below.
“I’m beginning to think that this wasn’t such a good idea!” I shouted to the Marine as I charged through another intersection and two more Ferals lunged out of the darkness.
“It would have been okay if you hadn’t taken that left back there!” Meg shouted back as she dropped the warm, spent pistol into the passenger foot well and pulled another fully-loaded weapon from the bag on the seat.
“I couldn’t make the turn you wanted! Where the fuck are we anyway?!?”
“Washington!” she said with a grin and a laugh of pure joy.
“Very fucking funny!”
After our night of respite, we stalled leaving our little safe house until the following evening for two simple reasons. First, the weather spat and poured and drizzled all day, turning the streets into rivers of flowing water and frequently cutting visibility down to almost nothing, and the dry confines of the townhouse were just too tempting to abandon. We puttered around the confines all day, sharing leisurely, simple meals, exploring the possessions of the missing-and-presumed-vanished owner, and generally resting up for what we knew would be a tense evening. Meg and I traded Rachel and Lam back and forth whenever the mood struck us, making love several times during the day as a combination of stress relief and sexual satisfaction. (Lam proved to be surprisingly adept with her tongue and managed to get me off in record time as she used her own fingers to satisfy her urges.) If it weren’t for the complete lack of power and the knowledge of what waited for us outside, we might have believed that we were a strange, hybrid family on vacation somewhere.
The second, and probably more important, reason that we delayed venturing out was tactical. Meg believed that our best course of action would be to drive the Hummer directly into the city, straight for what we believed to be the source of the glow – and the dimly-lit environs of the city during the day guaranteed that our task would be ten times harder without a direct point on which to aim. Meg’s plan seemed a little loose and poorly thought through, and I said as much during a quiet time in which Lam was taking advantage of the cold-yet-working shower facilities while Rachel puttered in the kitchen in an attempt to make a meal. “If we run into any trouble, we can always turn around and head back here to regroup,” Meg insisted as we quietly discussed the plan in the living room.
“I dunno,” I replied quietly. I glanced at the door to the kitchen as a particularly noxious odor wafted from Rachel’s amateur chemistry experiment and made a face. “Do you really expect it to be that easy?”
“I think that we might be okay,” the tiny redhead replied. “Look, we’ve been here for almost a day, and I haven’t seen any Ferals trying to claw at the windows to take a bite of us. Let’s face it, if this were a zombie movie we’d have waked up to a sea of those things surrounding the house. I think that the fact that we’re not surrounded by cannibal rapists means that most of them are gone from the area.”
“That’s a whole lotta assumptions,” I pointed out. “If you’re wrong…”
“If I’m wrong, I’m wrong,” she answered with a defiant little scowl. “We drop back and think of a plan B. Besides, I’ve got enough firepower to take out a platoon of those things,” she pointed out as she patted her bag of lethal hardware.
“Ever the Marine, aren’t you?” I asked with a grin.
“Hoo-fuckin’-rah,” she replied as she sat back, crossed her arms under her non-existent breasts, and looked smug.
“Okay, we’ll do it your way.” Any further discussion was interrupted by our need to put out the small fire that Rachel had managed to start while attempting to boil water on the gas stove.
That evening we packed up and set out, and for the first few minutes it appeared that Meg’s plan would work after all. Keeping the under-cloud glow in sight, I slowly drove the Hummer through the quiet, abandoned streets of Arlington with the tiny Marine riding shotgun (literally, with her bag of toys at her feet for easy access) and providing vague directions. Rachel and Lam sat in the back, perhaps a bit closer than usual as proof of their nerves but just as resolved as Meg and I.
Things went smoothly initially… and then we crossed the Arlington Memorial Bridge, the Washington Monument looming unlit before us, and the Feral started coming out of the woodwork. The first reared up in our headlights with a snarl that was promptly wiped off his face by our front bumper, but then a second lunged out of the darkness, and a third, and then a pair of them, all snarling and all determined to get in to feast on the little-girl buffet I was chauffeuring. Meg shouted for me to turn right as she yanked open the sunroof, stood, and started blasting away, but her suggestion was blocked by a massive sea of abandoned cars and I was forced to turn left to keep going, and within minutes we were lost in a maze of auto-littered streets and dark, silent buildings.
“This isn’t working!” I shouted as I took another blind turn. “We need to fall back!”
Meg’s answer was a stream of bullets from a hand-held submachine gun into the trio of Feral following us, a BA-BA-BA-BA-BA-BA-BA-BAM! that sent a small shower of hot shells raining down on my head and into my lap. “Okay, you’re right!” she shouted back as she popped the clip and slammed a new one home. “See if you can find the river again!”
“Tactical, tactical, break break break!” the CB suddenly squawked. “Who’s out there?”
Meg dropped to her seat and exchanged a stunned look with me – both of us had forgotten that we had flipped on the radio and set it to scan before we had set out. The Marine grabbed the handset and punched the button with her thumb so hard I thought she might break the thing as she raised it to her lips. “Tactical, this is Werewolf-Zero-One TDY Angel Flight!” she replied. “Flight is down, repeat, flight down, two survivors, two civilians, trapped outside the fort and in the middle of a whole lot of injuns!” She paused, popped up, and fired in the general direction of two Ferals lunging at us on the right before dropping back down. “Request updated orders!”
“Hang on Werewolf, be right back.”
As the voice dropped off the radio as Meg punched me in the shoulder. “I told you there was someone alive down here!” she crowed triumphantly.
“Yeah, well, we aren’t out of the woods yet!” I gunned the engine once more and ran over another Feral, screeched to the left, and blasted down a narrow aisle of cars and expensive downtown townhouses. “If they can’t help us…”
“They’ll help!” Meg shouted. “Don’t worry!”
“You keep saying that!” I shouted back. “And every time you say that things get worse!”
“Werewolf, ah, listen up,” the radio crackled as a new voice came on the speaker. “We’ve got you in sight, turn right at the next intersection.” I started as I realized I had six feet left, spun the wheel hard, sideswiped a beat-up sedan, and roared down a new road. “Nice driving there Werewolf,” the voice said in amusement. “The Navy teach you how to drive?”
“Nah, got a civvie behind the wheel,” Meg replied with a laugh.
“How the hell can they see us?” Rachel whispered from the back seat, her words barely audible over the roar of the engine. “All I see are buildings and cars!”
“Okay, you’re coming up on another intersection,” the voice said calmly. “It’ll look like it’s blocked, but not really. Just blast through the center, and you’ll be okay. It’ll be noisy, but you’re already raising up a racket.” I looked ahead and saw a police cruiser and a sedan parked nose-to-nose right in front of me, and even if I wanted to stop it was far too late… so I gunned it and did as the voice advised. To the accompaniment of tearing metal and skid of tires on wet pavement the Hummer shrugged aside the blockade and we roared forward.
“Nicely done. Two hostiles on your right heading in, ignore ‘em.” I glanced down a side street and spotted to figures moving in the darkness before we raced past the scene. “Turn left.”
“I told you they’d help,” Meg said smugly. Turning her attention to the back seat, she tapped a crouching, sick-looking Rachel on the top of her head. “Hey Hot Pants, how’re you doing on the uniform?”
“I…” Rachel swallowed, looked a little green at the roller-coaster movements of the Hummer as I navigated according to the verbal directions on the radio, and lifted a wadded up bundle of fabric from her lap. “I got the top done, but I didn’t have time for your pants.”
“That’ll do.” Meg donned the jacket and buttoned the front as I drove, transforming herself back to Colonel McCrea in just a couple of seconds. “I think I need to be official, if we’re going where I think we’re going.”
“Where’s that?” I shouted. Damn it, all these little bimbos and their secrets…
“Turn right,” the voice advised. I did so… and at the end of the street was light, glorious light! No less than six spotlights bathed us in their brilliance, illuminating the area around us with enough candlepower to chase away the night. “Just keep going straight, but be ready to stop,” the voice said. I did so, pressing down on the accelerator with my entire weight as my hands tightened on the steering wheel and my arms ached to keep us in a straight line. A Feral lunged out of the darkness, but before I could even react his head literally exploded. A figure rose up in front of us, silhouetted in the floodlights beyond, but just as quickly it fell back down. I charged forward faster, faster, faster still, my watering gaze fixed on a tiny dark point seeming to float between the blinding lights…
“Stop stop stop!!!” the voice roared, and with a start I planted both feet on the brake. The wheels of the Hummer locked up and we skidded along wet pavement, felt the suspension shake as we jumped a curb, and then slid along wet grass. As I fought to maintain control and the tail of the vehicle slalomed back and forth and I saw caught glimpses of tiny figures running about. We kept sliding, slowing, sliding, slower still, until…
“Get out of the car!” a tiny, young, feminine voice shouted over a bullhorn. “Step out of the vehicle, with your hands in the air, no sudden movements! This is your only warning!”
I looked up from where my head was resting against the steering wheel, my mouth dry and my shoulders aching from the tension, as I peered out of the windshield. There, arrayed before us, were about half a dozen tiny figures in ill-fitting body armor, pointing very, very large weapons at us. I glanced to the right and saw another few figures, and more on the left. Most of the floodlights moved away from the Hummer as a series of smooth, steady rifle shots sounded nearby, and as the dancing lights faded from my sight I looked past our hostile welcoming committee… and straight at the iconic image of the White House looming directly in front of us.
>>Chapter 6>>