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Subject: {ASSM} After The Collapse         Chapter The Sixth
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M /f, slow, ped, rom, cons

Author: RandomDude


Warning! The following story was written for adults on an adult topic.
It contains descriptions of sexual scenes between an under age female
and an adult male. If you are too young to read this material in your
location or if this type material disturbs you, please read no further
and leave now. All others read on and enjoy this fantasy. Yes I said
fantasy. It is not real and never happened. It is wholly derived from
the dark part of my mind where nothing is real and everything can
happen. Do not try this at home.




After The Collapse

Chapter The Sixth


Little Mo and I arrived at the Ranger HQ Station with the two escorts.
During our journey, I'd learned that the boys were both from one of the
northern counties and had ridden a solid week to join-up. Billy-Ray and 
Jonny had been sworn men back home I had asked them why they chose to 
come all this way to join the Rangers when they'd been Deputies back 
home? In thier own ways, they'd both gotten tired of the "bullshit"
they'd experienced at home. Their respective County Adminstrators 
weren't as honest as the boys felt they should have been. They weren't 
very happy or proud of some of the things that the County made them do, 
all in the name of "The Law".

They said they'd heard from other folks about the Rangers, seen the posters
and decided they'd "give it a whirl". They went on to say that, when they 
went in to turn in their badges and collect their back-pay, (they hadn't 
been paid in three months), the Sheriff tried to have them arrested and 
thrown in jail for "extortion". That didn't happen.  Billy-Ray and Jonny
were both "quick-draw artists". I'd never seen a man draw, fire and 
re-holster his pistol faster than these two.

That and they were deadly shots with the .45 revolver. I came to understand
the report that I'd seen about these two from the Sheriff of that County. 
At first, both David and I were wary of the two when they came to join-up. 
We, of course, had seen the poster and description and decided that, since 
we'd heard a few tales about the Sheriff, we'd bide our time and see what
happened. Dave has always been an excellent judge of both men and horses. 
He had told me the night they came in that , "Something didn't quite feel 
right." He gave the boys a good going over and we both made inquiries with 
other Counties.

Among the other technological advances we had been unable to keep or 
maintain was a reliable means of instant communication. Afer the Polar 
Shift  a lot of excess static electricity seemed to linger in the 
atmosphere, rendering the radio completely useless.

Some bright fellow out there had brought back an older form of
communication that had proven to be worth it's weight in gold. The old  
"telegraph" was proving to be a Gods'send. Most of our former military 
and ham operators had need of and knew Morse Code intimately.

Lines had been strung between various communtites and the Capitol to keep
folks informed and to pass on news. I had had installed in each Station a 
telegraphers key and had each Station connected to the HQ. That way, I 
could stay informed almost in an instant and orders could be passed at a 
moments notice. It also saved a LOT of saddle sores and horseflesh by being 
able to communicate with the Governor on a much more timely basis.

It was by use of this system that Dave and I were able to conduct our own
investigation into Billy-Ray and Jonny and being able to deduce the facts, 
not just some crooked Sheriffs "word".

Billy-Rae and Jonny were both sworn Rangers and as trustworthy as the
day is long.

I had promised them that, among other things, our job was to "clean-up" the
State and that meant investigating, arresting and prosecuting those folks 
that were taking unlawful advantage of the people they are supposed to be 
protecting. I told them that the Sheriff of their County may not be Sheriff 
for very much longer. But I insisted on doing things "by the book".

If we just rode into town and strung the fucker up, that would make us just
as bad.

The bastard probably deserved it, but we have to keep the law. ALL of the
law for it to mean something to everyone. They both agreed, but wanted to be 
there anyway.

Major Wright, Dave, had come out to greet us and was surprised at seeing
Little Mo.

He gave me a questioning look and I said I'd talk to him later. He just
shrugged it off and called over some of the boys to "Fer Chrissakes, give 
the Old Man a fuckin' hand, willya?  Jeezus!!"

Little Mo and I had to stand clear while an even dozen Rangers and about rwo
dozen recruits boiled out of the Station to give the "Old Man" a hand.  In 
two shakes, the buckboard was emptied, gear stowed in our quarters, "Old 
Dollar" and "Big Jake" both taken to the stables to be brushed and fed.

I just looked at Dave, who beamed at the alacrity the men had shown.

I told him that "Either these boys love me, or they fear you". Dave smiled
broader and said that it was probably a combination of the two, I left 
Little Mo to tend to our quarters and sat across from Dave, my right-hand 
man.

Dave brought me up to speed about what was happening while I was gone.

We had had another six recruits join-up. Dave had already had 12 recruits in
a training cycle, so the others were put to work in support positions until 
there cycle came up.

I was interested to find out how the new men reacted to our way of doing
things.

Dave smiled and said he'd usually have to crack a few heads with each group
but the men generally accepted the way things were. When I asked him about
their reaction to having to bathe as often, he started giggling. The
problem, it seemed, was that some of the new men thought that bathing was 
"sissy" stuff and they weren't gonna do it, Period.  In would walk Dale 
and his Sargeant, Miles.

They took turns at the "malcontents" and after a thorough thrashing,
convinced most of the rest that, if these two felllas could beat the livin' 
crap out'n ya, you'uns had better lissen up, tight!  A bath didn't seem so 
bad after that.

That and most, if not all the new men had never even HEARD of hot water.
Once they got into a steaming, hot tub, they became believers.


Little Mo settled in to the routine of the Station better than I could
have asked.

She quickly became everyone's "little sister" and delighted in the attention
shown her by the older men. She was at every meal, making sure the boys were
taken care of and had everything they needed. As I thought, she made
everyone feel special. She would write down the name of each man, remembering 
to add his birthday and try to find out his favorite meal. When a birthday 
had come up, she'd beg and plead with the cooks to cook that mans favorite 
meal, The cooks had no problem with Little Mo and would accede to her 
requests as if in so doing made thier lives a little brighter. She made it a 
point to say "Good Morning" to every man and try to find something bright 
and cheery to say to each one. The Rangers had drawn lots to see who would be 
escorting her to town each week, the winners getting the job.

It was almost comical to watch as the men, dressed to kill, shined-up and
smelling of a VERY recent bath, hitch-up the buckboard with their own horse 
in trail sitting next to Little Mo, driving her into town. People in town, 
seeing the big, tough Ranger escorting this little slip of a girl, would 
move out of the Rangers' way, The malcontents and ne'er-do-wells quickly 
vanishing from sight as the Ranger, his deadly revolver slung low on his 
hip, ready-to-hand, would round the corner,  following Little Mo.

My old friend, Jim Bridger had even  remarked that he'd LOVE to see Little
Mo come into town more often, just to see the "rats" scamper!!

We all had a laugh, a good long laugh, too.



It had been several weeks since Little Mo and I had arrived to take up
residence at the Ranger Station. Jim and Margie had come for dinner with 
Little Mo and I and, unbeknownst to me, Little Mo had invited Dave, I 
usually left Dave to his own devices, feeling that I didn't want to 
intrude on him. What he had been through, no man should have to see. I 
always felt apprehensive at even laughing around him.

But, I could never refuse Little Mo.................and she knew it, too.


Dave showed-up right on the dot, looking a little lost.

My dear, sweet Little Mo walking right up to him, taking him by the hand and
marshalling him towards his seat. Dave looked uncomfortable.

Little Mo, sensing that, was not about to let him continue.

My Little Mo had Dave laughing, a good, heart-felt laugh in short order.

Margie asked Dave about how things were going for him, was he seeing anyone
special....................... I froze as I saw the color drain from Dave's
face.

Dave made a move as if to leave, but Little Mo was right there.

Mo patted Dave's hand and said everything was OK, these were good people
and they wanted to help. She soothed him and cooed at him, breaking down
his defenses and then Dave did something I have never seen him do before 
and only once, since.

Dave broke down.

The tears welled up in the man's eyes as his frame shook and heaved
almost violently. All the fears and anger boiling up and out.

All the hurt that he had lived with, carried and fed on, now being
released in a torrent of racking sobs.

And there was Little Mo, holding him as if he were but a babe-in-arms.
She refused to let him go, refused his attempts to rise, holding onto him
like a hound does a fearsome beast. She held onto the grief-stricken man
until, by-and-by he began to regain some measure of composure.

Little Mo had been talking to him, gently and soothingly, letting him know
that its OK to grieve, that he needed to feel the grief, but had to let it 
go.

It was okay to remember the hurt, but not OK to let it consume him.
Little Mo was a wonder. There wasn't a dry eye amongst us.

Several hours had passed and Dave had been talking, at Mo's insistence.
Dave related all that had transpired that fateful day. That last day with
his little family. And then the realization that he was no longer a Free 
man, that he had been sold into bondage and treated like an animal,
whipped until he could no longer rise, at times praying for the surcease
of death.

And Dave brightened a bit, saying how he relished the chance to find
some kind of revenge, some way to heal the wound that wouldn't.

He had come to the Ranger Station with me, seeing a way to serve his
own cold dish to those that had taken both life and happiness from him.
And then Dave added  that, seeing the way that the "colonel" treated his
men, asking only as much as he could give himself, weighing each mans 
heart against each man's deeds, (did I DO that?). Dave had some pretty 
lofty things to say about me, I actually squirmed in my seat a little. 
I'd always held Dave pretty much in awe, and I was finding that he held 
me in much more.

He went on to say that he started seeing what I "had", that is to say, the
spirit and right way of thinking. Dave admitted that he admired me and
wanted to be more like me. I moved to say that was nothing but a load
of horse turds when Little Mo shushed me (!!!!).

Little Mo, sweetling that she was, continued to talk to Dave,
I guess he really needed to get it all out. And out it came.

Little Mo was not about to let Dave leave without seeing that he'd
be alright. It was well after midnight when Dave rose to leave, grabbing
my hand and trying his best to assure me that he was really alright.

Jim and Margie insisted they'd be alright on the road home, but I was having
none of it. I detaiedl three Rangers to escort Jim and his wife
back-to-town, I loved them all and, if I could help it, would see none of 
them come to harm.

Little Mo had gone to check on Dave, so I went to get ready for bed.

It may have been a long evening, but we all still had work to do in the
morning.

About an hour or so later, Little Mo came bouncing back into our quarterrs.
That's right "bouncing"!. She jumped up on the bed and gave me the biggest,
tightest hug I'd gotten from her before, or since. When I asked what that
was all about, Little Mo announced that Dave had asked her to find someone 
for him, someone just like her.  I felt a cold chill and asked Little Mo 
just what she'd done.

Little Mo had sat talking with Dave and asked why he didn't have a
little server-girl like her to take care of him?  Dave was nonplussed at 
this and asked her to explain.

Little Mo went on in her way to explain the relationship between us. Oh,
Great!!

Evidently, Dave had had a little servant-girl before, when he and his wife
farmed.

The little servant girl had died protecting the babies. Dave had felt that
he could no longer protect those that he loved and that's why he no longer 
had a servant girl to take care of him. He had just been too afraid.

Dave, Afraid?  I  somehow just could not get my head around that one.

Here was the meanest, roughest, toughest, sonuvabitch that ever lived and he
was AFRAID?

Yes, he was afraid. He'd lost his family. He, in his own mind, failed to
protect those that he loved and that looked to him for protection. In his 
mind, irregardless of the fact that he had been only trying to help someone 
and later, rendered unconscious, didn't seem to matter, HE, Dave, had failed 
in his duties.

Little Mo told me that she used a little of the psychology I'd taught her to
show Dave that he was just wrong and WHY he was wrong. I, for one wouldn't 
have the guts to tell Dave Wright that he was wrong about anything. Not so 
our Litle Mo. Evidently, she'd finally comvnced him that all he had done was
to trust someone that didn't deserve that trust. That person had played on
Dave's good nature, turned that against him and robbed him of his home and 
happiness. That wasn't Dave's fault.

The fault lay with the lowdown weasel that preyed on good folks. I think
Dave finally began to "see the light" and was able to be a little more 
comfortable in his own skin, as it were.

That didn't mean he wasn't still itching for a little "payback" Hell, we all
were!!

It meant that Dave could look himself in the mirror and accept what he had
lost, but not destroy his own soul over it.

And then he had asked Little Mo to find him someone like her. I had a
feeling that things might just be turning around for ol' Dave. I for one 
certainly hoped so, Gods knew he deserved it!

The next morning I was up and out early. I'd gotten up before Little
Mo had and that REALLY pissed her off!!. I felt like a school boy playing 
hooky!! I sauntered over to the "mess hall" and walked in on the cooks who 
were busy getting breakfast ready for the boys, I grabbed a cup and
made myself a cup of coffee. Out of the corner of my eye I spotted Dave,
heading for the bunkhouse to turn everyone out. I looked at my 
pocketwatch......4:55     a.m. Yep, Reveille in five minutes.

We didn't have a bugler  But even if we had one, I was afraid one of the
boys would have shot him. Nobody likes being awakened at 5:00 am. Dave, 
however, relished the challenge!!

I walked over to him and the guy came up and gave me a BEAR HUG!!! I
asked him if he was alright and the guy just beamed!!! He said he hadn't 
felt this good in a VERY long time. He asked me to thank Little Mo for 
all of her caring and kindnesses. I told Dave that he'd have to do that 
himself, I was in the "dog house". His face fell and asked what had 
happened, I told him I'd "escaped" her clurches early this morning to see 
him and have a cup of "joe". Dave roared, laughing!!

He told me not to blame my problems on him, he and Mo were OK,  he didn't
need me to "louse it up for him". Nice guy. Thanks a lot "ol' buddy". He 
just roared again. I asked Dave if he had time for a cup before he rousted 
everyone out. He checked his pocketwatch as well and said he could afford 
to let the "beauties" get a little more rest, Gods knew they were going to
be in need of it, that day!

I got Dave his coffee and then  as we stood there, I placed a hand on
his shoulder and asked if he was alright. Dave looked at me and said. 
"You know, Colonel, I'll always miss 'em, But that doesn't mean that I 
have to lose myself, too. I still can live FOR them. I can still plan for an
eventual future. I can remember them and I can still love them, but I don't
have to die to make it up to them".

I told him that I was glad that he was able to put things in thier rightful
place. It bodes well for a man to be able to put things in a proper 
perspective. I  told Dave that my door was always open and I'd listen if he 
needed to talk, or talk if he needed to listen. I was there for him and any 
other man that needed a friend. He grabbed my hand in a crushing grip,
promising me he'd never let me down.

I told him that he'd better not or I'd sic Little Mo on him!! Dave roared
at that and was still chuckling as he rousted the recruits out for the day.

About this time Little Mo came barreling into me, almost knocking me
over. I stopped and asked what the rush was. She smiled sweetly and said 
that she was always at the Mess Hall when the boys were there so she could 
see to them, as well. She cocked her head at me and asked what I was doing 
up so early? I told her that what I was doing up early was none of her 
affair and that why was she up AFTER I was up? She grinned and said that
maybe she was having an effect on the "Old Man" after all,  "Old Man" is 
it??!! I told her she needed to be a bit more careful or this "Old Man" 
may just show her a thing or two!! The little wretch patted her bottom 
and said that she figured that she just might be able to "teach an old dog 
a few new tricks"!!!  I stood there spluttering for an odd second or two 
and told her she'd better rub that bottom, because it'll get warmed this 
very night!!! She turrned to look at me and said in parting
" OOOhhhh, Master, make me wet!!" I could see Dave on the veranda of the
Mess Hall watching this whole thing and then doubling up with a good belly 
laugh. Fucker was giggling like a loon!!

I made my way to the Mess Hall for another cup of "joe". I glanced over at
Dave who was turning a bright red and trying, losing, but trying 
nonetheless to keep from laughing. I told him "See what I have to put up 
with?" He couldn't hold it in any longer. I knew Little Mo enjoyed teasing 
the shit out of me, everyone else knew it , too. They also recognized the 
easy banter of two people very much in love.............and knew better 
than to say anything.

Later that night, Little Mo and I had retired to our quarters. I had
been soaking in the tub relishing the feeling of the hot water when Little 
Mo came in and said I needed a "real bath".

I asked her what she meant by a "real" bath. Wasn't I already in a tub? She
grinned, evilly.

Oh, shit, I thought. Time for the "old dog" to learn a few new tricks.
Little Mo stripped to the buff and proceeded to climb into the tub with me, 
bent on giving me a "real, proper" bath.

I looked, who wouldn't? Little Mo was starting to fill out rather nicely.
Her breasts were beginning to assume a more toothsome shape and the nipples, 
for all the heat in the bath. were sticking out like a set of rubber 
erasers.  Her bottom had begun to look a little fuller, not fat, mind you, 
far from it.

Her buttocks were shaped more like a tiny heart with just enough flesh to
make it "comfortable".

My mind wandered, thinking back on the time she had had my cock between the
cheeks of her buttocks...............

My cock was also remembering. My member had started to stiffen and "rise to
the occasion" when Little Mo took note. She gave it a few loving strokes and 
said, "Later. First things first."

Ouch!  I was beginning to have a case of "blue balls". Not a nice feeling. I
took my own yard in hand, so to speak. That is until Little Mo noticed and 
said, "Please, sweetheart, let me do this first?"

I could never refuse Little Mo anything, ever.

Little Mo proceeded to straddle my middle, as she had done so many
times before, to give her hands free access to my back and shoulders.  
Only this time, she sought out and then found  that which she was searching 
for. My "best friend". After giving him another tug or two, "Just for good 
measure" she placed the tip of him at the entrance to her own little love 
nest and slowly guided me in.

After that she let her own weight and gravity take over. I felt as enveloped
as could be.

Little Mo settled to the bottom, her crotch resting against mine. I had felt
the tip of my cock pop into her cervix and then had seen the shudder that it 
had given Mo. Her eyes had started to glaze over when she shook her head, as 
if trying to shake out the cobwebs. Mo then went to work on my back and 
shoulders scrubbing them and washing them until she was satisfied. All the 
while I could feel her body shiver and twitch at the slightest movement of 
my cock into and out of her little cervix.  I had let out a small moan at 
the intense pleasure I was feeling, when Little Mo asked me, "Please don't 
cum, yet",  YET??

I tried to explain that they may already be a foregone conclusion when she
looked into my eyes and again begged me not to cum, yet  I fought the urge, 
wanting more than anything else to please her, though not understanding 
why she had asked me NOT to cum, YET.

She had already finished "our" ablutions and asked me to carry her,
such as we were, into the bedroom.

Okay, I could do that. I slowly unfolded my legs, Little Mo hugging me as if
for dear life, I stood up and first placed one foot and then the other, on 
the bathmat. I was almost at the end of my rope.

Mo was not far from her's either. She had begun to twitch and shiver more. I
didn't help things much as I had lifted her little body slowly up and down 
to try to "keep things interesting".

Once I had settled us onto the bed, Little Mo went over the edge, wailing,
"Now, now, now".

I didn't have to be told twice. I filled her womb with my seed, several
times over, it seemed.

Oh, Gods!! But this was good!! Little Mo's speech became unintelligable as
she hit her orgasm.

This one, though was a monster orgasm. I hadn't seen her convulse in this
kind of paroxym before.

Little Mo had experienced a "multiple orgasm". And I was just damned glad
that I was there to share it with her. After a good half-hour to catch our 
breath, I asked Mo why she wanted to "hold off:?

She smiled rather sheepishly and said that she hadn't wanted to "foul the
tub, again".

I threw back my head and laughed, loud and long. Little Mo did too. After
I'd calmed down from the last giggle, I nonchalanntly asked her, "So, you 
remembered and learned, didn't you?"

I received a dirty look from my little one in return. I smiled and told her
that I was only teasing.

She threw her arms around my neck and squeezed me tightly, saying that I
would never regret her or the love that I had for her. I held her little 
face in my hands and told her that, not only would I never regret, I could 
never regret anything she did for me, especially something as special and 
joyous as her love.  She kissed me, not as a child to a loved relative, 
but as a lover.

And, yes we were lovers. I could not see myself ever NOT loving Little Mo.

She made my days ever brighter and my nights ever so wonderful. We both
slept a dream-filled sleep. A deep, refreshing, soul-enriching sleep. We 
both awoke, much to my horror, well after lunch the next day.

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