NanoVirus by cmsix

Chapter 3

After we hung up, I went out to the truck and started towards Nancy's house. When I got there it didn't take long to get it all loaded and when we got back to my house, we put it in the garage to deal with later.

We headed right back out and over to Karen's apartment. They had most of their stuff ready when we got there. I introduced them to Nancy and she helped them with the packing, as I started carrying their things down to my truck.

They lived on the second floor, so it was a lot more work than at Nancy's house and I had to rest a little about every fifth trip. We actually got it all into the back of the truck, then they locked their apartment, in case they wanted to come back later. We piled into the truck and headed back to my house.

"Jack, how would you feel about another guest?" Karen asked.

"Nancy says I need to take care of at least six women."

"What?"

I explained what she'd told me, and they all laughed about it. Karen said I was going to have my work cut out for even me, and as I blushed, she told me that she knew an obstetrician from the hospital who lived alone. She'd called her after she'd talked to me, and asked her if she would like to come also; if I approved.

"Great by me, since if I have all these women to take care of, we'll probably need an obstetrician before long," I said, laughing probably a little too loudly. The women blushed this time and it hit me that it might just be the truth.

After we got to my house, and got their stuff into the garage, Jana and Nancy fixed some lunch. When we'd finished eating, Karen tried to call her friend and found that the phones were now dead, the cell phones also. It seemed I'd called Nancy and Karen just in time to get through.

I told Karen we could go to her friend's house and see if she still wanted to join us. The others said they would start trying to arrange the stuff from the garage, into the house, while we were gone.

It was about a forty-minute drive to Janet's house, and she was even more anxious to come now, since the phones had gone dead. Janet was thirty and about five foot five, with very black hair and blue eyes. She probably weighed one twenty; she was built for comfort, not for speed. She had awesome breast and a great ass, and the shorts she had on displayed a nice pair of legs. I began to wonder if beautiful women were completely immune to this sickness, and I just couldn't help saying it.

Karen and Janet blushed just a little after it slipped out, and then Janet said she knew another doctor who was still kicking this morning, and wondered if I would consider taking her in also.

Diane was a surgeon with a sixteen-year-old daughter. I told Janet that if they wanted to come, they were welcome as far as I was concerned, and I asked her if she knew of anyone else who might want in, but she drew a blank at that.

We loaded Janet's possessions, and after she gave me directions to Diane's house, we took off. When we arrived, Janet and Karen went to the door and knocked. It opened and they went inside for a minute. Shortly, Karen put her head back out of the door and signaled for me to come in.

Diane was dressed in a T-shirt and tight short shorts, and like the others, she was beautiful. She had light blonde hair and gray eyes. She was five-eight and her legs, which seemed to go on forever, were great every inch of the trip.

She had large breasts and they wiggled and jiggled with every movement; she was obviously braless. Her nipples were apparent under the T-shirt. She called her daughter, Jenna, out to meet us and explained what she was considering.

"Of course we have to go, we can't stay out here alone," Jenna said, at once.

Soon we were packing and loading their belongings, but I was having real boner trouble now and I'm sure it was apparent to all of them. They kept stealing glances, and I could see one or another of them grin every now and then. Even Jenna, who might have been taking the most interest, kept stealing peeks.

Jenna was almost a younger copy of her mother and she looked equally as good. She was still slightly smaller but she was more than a little bit of a flirt, so this harem thing was starting to look pretty damned good to me.

We finished the loading and I asked Diane if she knew anyone else who was alone. Karen laughed, claiming that I was about to let my eyes overload my pecker. Then they all laughed, even Jenna, as I blushed.

"That's not it, I just don't want to leave any of your friends alone if I can help it," I said, in my own defense.

Diane said she couldn't think of anyone else she knew that was still alive, and Karen said they would all try to think about it when we got to my place.

"You probably need to get some rest, since you've done the hard work all day. I think you should take us back and let us get started pampering you, with a meal anyway," Karen said.

On the way back I congratulated myself that all my bedrooms were large and that they all had king sized beds. I had gathered quite a crowd of women today, and considering their looks, I wasn't a damned bit sorry about it.

When we got to the house, we unloaded into the garage again. The others had already made a large dent in the moving, so we went in to see how the bedrooms were going to be divided.

Jana and Beverly wanted to room together, so they only took up one room, and Karen surprised me when she asked Nancy if they could bunk together. I gave her a look but kept my mouth shut, and surprisingly, she kept hers shut also. Janet took a room to herself and Diane and Jenna took another. This left one room vacant, and me alone in my bedroom. I managed to keep my big mouth shut, thank Bob.

Nancy and Beverly cooked up some supper and we all tried to laugh and joke during the meal. I drank a beer and the women all had wine except Jenna. They served her a coke. She was quiet for about half a minute before she rebelled.

"I think I should be able to have wine too; it's not like I'm going to get drunk and let a man take advantage of me. Even if I could get Jack's attention, I'd have to fight off the six of you to get him alone," she said.

All the women laughed out loud while I blushed, then Karen got up and poured Jenna a glass of wine. When she set it on the table she bent over and whispered something in her ear. Jenna looked around at me, and grinned like a sixteen year old with a secret. Then she blushed a little herself; I didn't know what was going on, but I hoped it would be to my advantage.

We cleaned up the kitchen after we'd finished, and then all went in and turned on the tube. CNN was still hanging in there, but it was getting pretty ragged again. They'd done their best to come up with some statistics, and we were surprised to learn that the United States' population was thought to be down under thirty million.

When they went over the estimated male to female ratio I paid attention this time, they said it looked like between four and seven to one. The next little tidbit was that some of the military had started dying last night.

It really hit hard that over one hundred and ninety million people had died in the US alone. If things were like that all around the world, the tolls in China and India would be staggering. As they finished the segment, they said that the percentage of deaths was pretty nearly proportional, all over the world.

We were tired after all the moving today and sobered again by the news, so we broke up shortly and went to bed. It seemed a little strange to me, getting into bed alone while six beautiful women and one beautiful girl were sleeping in my house. I guess all the harem talk had been just that, just talk.

I guess I slept soundly enough for a few hours but dreams crept in. Disembodied bounding breasts, big firm ones with large suckable nipples floated by. Then asses, firm round asses, with just a hint of the backs of beautiful thighs attached, then with a hint of lower back above the asses. They seemed bent over, forward, after a bit; vulvas were showing beneath the cheeks, peeking out from between the upper thighs. Pink puffy labia teased me, with no hint of pubic hair on the lips.

The view changed to a harem, my harem. Like a scene from an old movie, I was lying back on a couch and a beautiful woman, wearing a revealing harem costume, was feeding me grapes, just like the movies.

Soon some of the women were the ones that were staying in my home. Diane was there, and Janet, and Karen. Jenna was dancing for my entertainment as Diane fed me the grapes; Janet and Karen were using long handled feathered fans to cool me.

Then we were outside, all dressed in jeans and boots; we were in work clothes. The women all had on hiking boots, and someone or something was pursuing us and we were running, then we were all armed.

The women carried M16s. I specifically remember they were regulation M16s. You know how dreams can be. I distinctly remember zooming in on the fire selector and noticing that the full auto setting was available.

I had an RPG launcher in my hands, and a pump shotgun slung over my shoulder, and the Barrett, in its hard case. I was carrying the Barrett's hard case by the handle and I kept thinking how heavy the son of a bitch was.

We were trying to get up among some rocks, for cover. The big rocks were near the top of a steep hill. We were trying to get away. No one was shooting at us yet, but we knew they were coming.

I woke up sweating; who wouldn't? Trying to sleep again was useless; my mind was fully awake. I had a harem now, didn't I? I hadn't wanted it especially, but in one day I had collected seven women. Hell, as I gathered them they helped me find more. I had to try and make sense of this. It seemed important.

All during this time millions of people had been dying, millions almost every night. I'd just watched CNN go over the details. Everyone had watched except the ones burying the bodies.

It had seemed so organized. It was organized, and since the religious leaders started dropping, things had gone smoothly. Earth's population was dropping at an astonishing rate and everything was rocking along just fine.

The prisoners died - good, bury 'em. The criminals died - great, get 'em in the ground. The preachers died - throw dirt on 'em and keep digging. The business leaders and the politicians - who needs 'em, grab a shovel.

This was not an accident or a natural plague. It must have been planned, but by who? Seventy-five to eighty percent of the people on earth were dead already and the main concern so far was burying them.

Nothing was ever mentioned about planning for the future. What future? There weren't any leaders left to plan a future. Anyone that tried to assume leadership died within hours.

My mind kept jumping from one ridiculous, impossible situation to another. The most ridiculous thing was that they were the facts on the ground. Civilization couldn't bear up under this kind of disaster and it was clear that there would have to be a fresh start.

Would there even be enough people left to start one? If there were, how do you get one started? Could the old one be patched up? Would the nightly death toll ever stop? Would anyone remain, or would it end with the last man alive burying the next to last? Who knew? No one.

What was I going to do then, and how the fuck could I know what to do? Did I have to do anything? I had to eat; I had to protect myself; and I had to feed these women. My women. I had to feed and protect my women, my harem. Now we were getting somewhere.

Since the day I knew I was rich and would never have to work again I'd done almost nothing except chase and fuck women or get myself ready to chase and fuck. Hell, I liked it.

There'd been some drawbacks to this wonderful life though. After a woman lets you put your dick up in her, she generally assumes that you don't need to be putting your dick up in any other women.

When I looked at it from their point of view I could understand, since I never wanted to think of other men fucking the woman I was fucking. That didn't alter the fact that I'd often run across women I would like to keep around but couldn't, because I knew that I'd still want to fuck other women too.

I understood my view of things was not fair, but it was still there. In the old world I'd assumed unless I was too lucky for words, I'd never find even two women that would stay with me together. Now, because of the sickness, I had seven. Maybe it did have its good points, but I knew damned well that all these people hadn't been eliminated so I could have a harem.

Most of the world was dead though, and I did have a harem. I had to forget about the way things had been. That was all over now and I had to take care of my harem and myself in the here and now. I had to adjust to this new reality.

Right now, we needed food. I had some, but it wouldn't last long with eight of us, and it looked like it would be quite a while before any more got produced. We were going to have to go looking for food.

I'd been to the supermarket the other day to stock up on food, but decided I didn't need to worry about it after I got there. Now I was worried about it and when daylight came we were going to go get some food, somewhere.

Medicine, we needed medicine too. I had three doctors and two nurses with me, and no medicine, we needed to get some. I didn't know what we would need, but the doctors and nurses would surely have a good idea, and they probably knew where to find it.

Weapons, we needed some weapons, had to have some. Sooner or later, if we lived, we would have to protect ourselves. It was comforting to know that most of the criminals were already gone, but surely some had been missed.

Even if all the criminals were dead, new ones would pop up. If the cops lived there'd be no government to pay them, and they would soon use their former position, organization, and training to take over.

Cops are just people, low paid people at that. They could end up being a pretty nasty bunch with no one to ride herd on them. I definitely needed more weapons to protect my harem.

My thinking had shifted gears since yesterday. Now I did consider these women my harem, for want of a better term. Some of them had actually suggested it themselves. I had a harem, or a pack, or a pride, or whatever fit best. I had seven beautiful women to feed and protect.

They were my women until someone took them away from me, or we starved, or were killed, or died of the sickness. They were my responsibility.

Even though the sickness was by far the most probable fate for us, it worried me the least. We might as well forget about the plague, there sure as hell was nothing on earth to be done about it.

I had to plan for things that could be controlled and I had to devise some form of order for us. We'd have to survive without civilization. The first thing we needed to gather was food - no - it was weapons. We had food enough for a few days - we needed more weapons first.

I had a few guns, but not enough for all of us. I also had to make sure the women could and would use the guns to protect themselves, to protect us. Shit.

The sun was up now and it had been for a while. The clock said it was seven AM. I got up and the power was still on, that probably wouldn't last much longer.

I showered, put on jeans, a T-shirt and started to put on some Nikes, but decided on my lace up Red Wings instead. I still had them from one of the construction jobs I'd had working my way through school.

With at least some sense of direction now, I felt better. I had something to do again and I had newfound responsibility. There were seven women with me to look after, seven beautiful women to feed and protect, and fuck. Yes, there was the silver lining; I was going to fuck them all, even Jenna. Hell they were my harem, and I was going to fuck them a lot.

I went to the door, heading for the kitchen; it was locked. I knew I hadn't done it. It was a simple bedroom lock that only needed its button pushed. I never used it and I knew I hadn't last night.

One of the women, or maybe all of them, had decided I needed a night alone and they'd made sure no one could get in. It made sense in a way and I guess even the fucking was going to need some kind of organization; we'd see.

Stepping into the hall, I headed toward the kitchen. Nancy had coffee ready and was frying bacon. There was a pile of eggs scrambled and waiting.

Loading a plate with a mountain of eggs, four big sausage patties and three homemade biscuits, she set it on the table, with a big mug of coffee. She'd even buttered the biscuits. I didn't get any pussy last night, but I was sure getting a good breakfast, with great service.

"Good Morning, Jack, how'd you sleep?" she asked.

"Really well, except for the last hour, then dreams woke me and started me thinking," I told her, as I noticed she only had on a longish T-shirt that ended just below her ass cheeks.

I'd known Nancy since about six months before I hit the jackpot. I realized, as I gawked, that I'd never seen her legs uncovered before. Every time I'd seen her, either working or not, she'd been wearing jeans. They were always tight enough to show she probably had a nice ass, but this was more of her flesh than I'd ever seen before.

Oh, I'd seen her in enough semi-revealing blouses to know she had really nice titties, but I'd never seen her legs. They were pretty, as I'd expected, and I looked them over as I dug into the breakfast she'd put in front of me.

"What were you thinking about Jack?" She asked, and seemed to be blushing a little, from my frank inspection of her wheels.

"I was thinking about you and I synchronizing our watches."

She blushed hotly and grinned like a mean little kid. I was reminding her of the excuse she'd given for never sharing some of her pussy with me and I hoped it was behind us now. I wanted some of Nancy's pussy and I didn't mind if she knew it, in fact, I wanted her to.

"Man, one night locked up by yourself has got you back on top of your game," she said.

"I wondered who locked me in, or locked everyone else out," I said.

"Well, I guess we sorta ganged up on you Jack; we put our heads together and decided you might need at least one good night's sleep," she said, grinning again.

"I probably did, I just hope y'all don't make a habit of it. I don't want to get the reputation of someone that isn't friendly," I said.

"Now Jack, if you can cipher that two plus two equals four, you can sure as hell determine that one plus seven is going to be more than friendly, pretty damned fast.

"If you don't die soon, you'll end up in pussy heaven, right here on earth, and you know it," she said, smiling at me, and seeming pretty happy about it herself.

I told her I'd been thinking about that, and I thought we needed to get busy planning ways to feed and protect our group.

"Worried about taking care of your harem?" she asked.

"Damn right I am. I hate like hell that so many people bit the dust, but I didn't do it and I couldn't stop it, or even slow it down.

"Speaking of my harem, as you're calling it, where are the others?" I asked.

"Karen's in the shower, or she was. She'll probably be out any minute. Temporarily at least, she's our unofficial spokesman, or spokeswoman I mean," Nancy said.

I nodded and finished my breakfast and when I was through I started to pick up my dishes. Nancy told me not to bother, as she refilled my coffee mug and suggested I go see if CNN was still going.