Author: Pescador del Valle
Title: Day Of No Triffids
Part: Chapter 1
Summary: In a world gone blind a few remaining sighted
         must try to preserve what they can but how
         will just 6 men manage to keep 400 women happy?
Keywords: MF, mF (nosex), first, rom
Language: English
Copyright: 2003

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*** August 28, Late Morning - Len

It WAS only a fantasy.  She was his son's age after all.  
Hell, his wife used to baby-sit her!

Still it was nice to think about her, and what they could 
do together.  No longer jailbait, she had turned out to 
be an attractive young woman and her sense of humour and 
carefree attitude contrasted with a wife who, though 
loved and loving, had become less adventurous and a 
convenience rather than someone who got his pulse racing.

Kara was the first on his list.



*** July & August 

It was only the fact that it hit some major population 
centres ahead of others that gave the world any inkling 
of the nature and extent of the problem.

As it spread via the worlds transport hubs, Singapore and 
Frankfurt fell silent just before London, Hong Kong, Los 
Angeles and New York.  A number of brave reporters around 
the world continued to tell the story as their personal 
worlds went dark.

The worlds infrastructures only kept running on automatic 
for a day or so after technicians failed to report for 
their shifts; this was enough to pass on the message that 
the world was going blind and it didn't look (pun 
DEFINITELY NOT intended) likely that many would remain 
unaffected.



*** August 28, Late Morning - Len

It was only reasonable to include his wife's best friend; 
he had fancied her for a while and got on well with her 
husband who fortunately was a veterinary surgeon with 
several years experience dealing with livestock before 
his wife convinced him to bring her back to the city.

Life could be boring without someone compatible to talk 
to and, though he felt they were not as useful as some, 
they did give him someone he respected to bounce his 
thoughts off and maybe, just maybe ...

Keith and Deirdre made three.



*** August 5

The first reports of an international epidemic that 
caused irreversible blindness resulted in a panic that 
brought air travel to an immediate standstill.  It was 
too late!

The incubation period was such that doctors had no chance 
to stop each victim infecting dozens, if not hundreds, of 
others with the minor cough that preceded the more 
serious symptoms.

In the worst case it passed through seven generations of 
carriers before the first person sought help for her 
failing sight.  That was enough to ensure that nearly 
everyone outside the third world countries harboured the 
infection before it was apparent an infection existed.

With a remarkably consistent period between the initial 
infection and the onset of blindness, the effect was like 
watching a tsunami from the shore.  The tide first ebbing 
as people began to disappear in ever greater numbers; 
every hospital trying vainly to cope with the impossible 
situation.

Then the dark line across the horizon began to thicken 
and the wave of victims no longer even trying to get to 
the unavailable medicos grew in height.  It finally swept 
over civilisation and tried to wipe it from the face of 
the Earth.


*** August 27, Evening - Len


When did he realise he was one of the "lucky" ones?

With the rest of the world, Len had been hawking and dry 
retching on and off for weeks.  When this was linked to 
the blindness he, like everyone else, feared and expected 
the worst.

But he knew enough genetics to suspect the truth when he 
found some of his siblings and offspring also retained 
their sight.

Three of his four children were still able to see, as 
were his sister and one of her three, and his younger 
brother with one of his four; his two older brothers and 
their families were not lucky, like everyone else 
(including his wife and in-laws) they had gone blind.

With some sentiment, he felt he had to include the 
families of the sighted if he was to get their help but 
couldn't justify his older brothers or their families.  
He didn't know whether it was his late Father or Mother 
who had supplied the dominant gene that gave them their 
resistance but it was obvious that it didn't flow through 
those two lines.

His wife and daughter, his brother-in-law and sister-in-
law and five nephews and nieces.  That meant that there 
were nine blind and eight sighted from the three 
families.



*** August 28, Morning - Len & sons

He sat down with his three sons and explained things to 
them.

"As you know things are pretty well stuffed.  Almost 
everyone is blind and in a few days they are going to 
start dying so we have to find somewhere safe to set 
ourselves up.

"Your Aunt Deb and Uncle Seth are bringing their families 
around to join us but it's going to be hard.

"If we are going to survive we need to have as many 
children as possible - children that can see.  It looks 
like our family has a gene that prevents the blindness 
even though we got the cough and if I'm right half of our 
children will carry that gene.

"I know you're still a bit young but you are all old 
enough to be fathers and you are going to have to have 
several wives each."

The three boys looked at each other with silly grins on 
their faces.  The oldest at 19, Peter, knew his 17 year 
old brother Michael had been cautioned by his father only 
a month earlier to try to avoid sexual involvements until 
he had finished High School.  Well, it looked like he had 
now.  He glanced at the 14 year old David who hadn't 
progressed past wet dreams; to be given a green light to 
fulfil his adolescent urges was unbelievable.

Peter returned his attention to his Father's continuing 
speech; he at least appreciated the serious nature of 
what was being proposed, he would think about the wilder 
aspects a little later.

"I expect you already know some girls who you like and 
it's possible that they may be willing to become the 
mothers of your children.  I want you to think about 
these points - I don't have all the answers so how about 
we start here and see how we go.

"Okay Number 1.  We don't force anyone.  We explain what 
we expect and how we will look after them as best we can.  
If they don't want to come when we point out their only 
other choice is to be left to die we have to respect 
that."

"Is it okay to bring them here if they are hysterical and 
let them make the decision later?" asked Peter.

His father looked uncertain.  Many people may be just 
like that.  "I suppose so.  If you can do it without 
hurting them.  You really need to try to coax them.  I 
expect we'll be together so we might need to see how 
things go, okay?"

"Okay Dad."

"Number 2 then.  It's important that the women can have a 
number of children so they shouldn't be too old.  I think 
that we try to find women no older than 25 except in some 
special circumstances I will cover.  Similarly it won't 
be good for them to be too young; we could have a baby 
born while we are waiting for them to be old enough."

There were no questions.  None of the boys could see 
themselves being interested in anyone THAT old anyway.  
Especially if they could get their pick of the rest.

"Number 3.  We will need to keep track of who the father 
of each baby is.  I don't know yet if we will have to 
share the women to spread our genes but to start with we 
should stick to our own women.

"Number 4.  We need to have a number of experts to help 
us.  Obviously doctors or nurses or midwives who can 
instruct us in delivering babies.  I know of a vet who 
will be able to help us when we get some animals and 
there are likely to be others.

"If it is possible to get a woman who has these skill but 
is a bit older than 25 then those skills makes up for 
having fewer babies.  If necessary we can get a man with 
those skills but they are not going to be able to have 
children who can see.  Women will be better.

"I want you to make a list of girls or women you want 
with their addresses if possible.  We won't have a lot of 
time if we are going to find them healthy.  I want to set 
out as soon as Deb and Seth get here.  Any questions?"

"How many women Dad?"

"I would like to say a thousand each but I don't think we 
can keep even a hundred each fed and healthy.  I don't 
know how many we can gather before they die but I think 
we are better to get too many and have to lose a few, 
heartless though that sounds, than to have too few.  They 
are only going to die if we DON'T do anything.

"Put your wish lists together with as many names as you 
want but I think we can probably only make special 
arrangements for a dozen or so.

"With only six males who can see that could be over 70 
women not counting those with skills or our three 
families, and we have four girls of our own, including 
your sister, who will need you three boys and Deb's Barry 
to pair with.  If we can manage more of your choices we 
will try to get them but skills are going to be important 
I'm afraid."

"So you have to have several wives too.  What does Mum 
say about that?"

"I haven't spoken to her yet but she will have to go 
along with it.  Our only other choice is to roll over and 
die with everyone else."

David made a relevant observation.  "Where are we going 
to live?  We can't have that many people here."

Len looked at his sons.  "To start with I thought we 
could take over St Ignatius' School.  There are boarding 
facilities there and we can fill up the gymnasium until 
we get things sorted out.  There is a wall around the 
grounds so we can keep stray dogs out, which is likely to 
be more and more of a problem, and stray people in.  If 
you know of anywhere better or any other ideas or 
problems let me know."

He sent them off to make their lists while he reviewed 
some of his own.



*** August 28, Late Morning - Len

Len had added a couple more "fantasy" choices, hoping 
they didn't appear on any of his sons' lists.  He 
concentrated instead on those occupations he felt would 
be useful.

He was old enough to appreciate there was more to a woman 
than just good looks and male enough to realise that 
given a choice of two who met his needs there was no-one 
to object to him picking the one who turned him on more.

Police?  No.

Fireman?  Maybe.  Nah!

Paramedic?  Consider a range of medical personnel.  
Nurses and doctors wouldn't be able to see the problem 
but may be able to ask questions and interpret the 
answers.  Paediatricians and Gynaecologists definitely.  
General Practitioners and Surgeons.  Hmm?  How many 
people were still in the hospitals?  They would HAVE to 
hurry.  At least they could access staff records.

The same with schools; Teachers would be handy but what 
sort?  Much of the material could be taken from books - 
if you knew what they meant.  It would be useful to have 
someone knowledgeable to explain things.  How far were 
they prepared to let civilisation slide?  The information 
they discarded might be that which could end up killing 
them.

It all gave him a headache.  Ah! Pharmacists.

And what of the blind in their care.  How would they 
cope?  Could he find someone previously blind to assist 
their instruction.  He knew that there was more than just 
the stereotypical basket weaving available but just what?

The list grew.



*** August 28, 11:45 pm - David

It wasn't nerves but rather an impatience and an excess 
of curiosity that was David's downfall.  He creamed his 
jeans well before he was to make his first "conquest".

She was waiting in "his" room, still sitting on the side 
of the bed where he had left her after leading her by the 
hand from the gymnasium.  He had quickly sat her down 
before making an embarrassed dash for the bathroom to 
clean himself up.

They had taken over some of the teacher's rooms for 
themselves and had set up a roster to ensure someone was 
available to keep an eye on those in the gym; the rest 
could finally relax alone or with spouse or chosen 
"playmate".

The woman had been quietly weeping and David sat next to 
her and put his arm around her.  "Don't cry.  You're safe 
here.  I'll look after you."

That was really the point.

She knew she would have no chance "outside" and had 
willingly agreed to join the group on the conditions 
given but that purely logical decision didn't prevent the 
emotional reaction that set in when the fourteen year old 
boy had led his twenty-two year old teacher away from the 
others.

"I really like you", she heard.  "I have for ages.  
You're really pretty and you've always been nice to me at 
school."

While the last point was true enough, she had been 
friendly towards many of her students.  David was a 
courteous and intelligent youth, but that was all ..., 
until he and his father had turned up at her apartment 
and explained her choices.

No-one really wants to die.

She had been alone for a few months since her boyfriend 
had decided he wasn't quite ready to commit to a long-
term relationship.  Ha!  Depending on how you looked at 
it, the relationship could have lasted only another six 
months anyway or for the rest of his life!

Other than parents and a brother living too far away, she 
had no ties (He had taken his cat and she had been too 
busy to consider a replacement) and had agreed to go with 
them without realizing it was David who had selected her.

Now it was crunch time and David was talking to her as he 
rubbed his hand up and down her back.

"I know you might not think much of me because I'm so 
young but Dad says we need to have as many babies to 
survive and I need to help.  I've never gotten anywhere 
with a girl before so I need to learn what to do.  You've 
been my teacher so will you teach me this too?"

Victoria, still stressed but realizing the mores she had 
lived under had vanished with her civilization, could do 
nothing but nod her head and quietly whisper, "Yes.  I 
will teach you."

She put her hand on David's leg and found herself 
touching skin.  She awkwardly moved it up expecting to 
make contact with his underwear but instead found her 
fingers brushing a lightly furred sack.

"Er, I got a bit excited.  Sorry."  It was hard to 
explain the experience of jets of semen soaking through 
his clothes to the woman that up until a few days ago had 
been marking his Geography papers.

"Perhaps we should get undressed", she suggested.

David helped her stand and self-consciously put his arms 
around her.  She was slightly taller than him so he 
rested his cheek against her chest as he told her that he 
wanted to learn everything to make babies and to make her 
happy.  He didn't know whether he should say he loved 
her; he had had a crush on her for a long while but 
didn't know what he would do if she laughed at him.

Victoria put her arms around the lad; "No! 'young man'", 
she firmly told herself, "I'm not a child molester!  In 
some societies 14 year olds were considered adults; ours 
is now apparently one of them."

"You know", she told David, "A teacher is supposed to be 
one of the best lovers you can get because she makes you 
do it over and over again until you get it right."  She 
bent her head and kissed him on the forehead then tilted 
his face and found his lips with hers.

Other than a childish kiss years ago and a few attempts 
with his cousin Rachel before she got snooty towards him, 
David hadn't really kissed a girl.  The feel of 
Victoria's soft lips against his and her arms around him 
made his penis even harder and he was worried he might 
shoot his load again.

Victoria though was going to take things one step at a 
time.  If she WAS going to teach him she planned to teach 
him her way; the other women he eventually paired up with 
would be grateful if he learned to be a considerate lover 
who took the time to pleasure each one before taking his 
own pleasure.  In different circumstances they could have 
found themselves being brutalised and if they had to live 
as his harem then maybe she could also end up as the 
"Sultan's favourite".

"You had better call me Vicki.  Ms Baker is going to 
sound silly."  She reached down and took hold of the firm 
cock and kissed him again.  There was a yell somewhere in 
the building but she immediately realised it was not a 
cry for help nor a warning of danger; she apparently 
wasn't the only one singled out tonight.



*** August 28, Early Afternoon - Len

When Len reviewed the boys lists he was pleased to see 
Peter had also listed some professions, with reasons for 
some, as well as some desired companions.  He had gone 
through the phone book and put down the likely addresses 
with some alternatives or links to people who would know.

Michael had confined himself to girls in his own year 
with a sprinkling of those a year ahead or behind.  He 
had, with some embarrassment, also specified the name of 
one of his cousins that he preferred over the others.  If 
he HAD to make his choice of the three female cousins 
that were "on offer" he wanted to avoid one and was 
ambivalent about the third.  He figured that if he got 
his choice in first he might be luckier than if he 
waited.

David's choices were a bit of a surprise.  At 13 or 14 
most of the girls he knew were under the bottom age limit 
Len had set.  He put down half a dozen that were a year 
ahead of him and then included three of his young 
teachers and the older (18 or 19) sisters of some of his 
friends.

Len wasn't too sure whether his youngest son was overly 
ambitious but was pleased to note his own special 
selections were omitted from all three lists.



*** August 28, 12:20 pm

They hadn't been at the school long, only having had time 
to commandeer the gymnasium before Deb had arrived with 
her husband Stan and her three children; Barry at 17 
assisted his blind sister Stella (16) and brother Walter 
(14) from their car and followed his parents inside.

Len had explained his ideas to Deb and Seth while the 
mobile phone service was still operating and Deb had sat 
Barry down and explained it in much the same way as he 
had.

She sent him off with Len while she looked after the 
others and waited for her other, and soon to be sole 
remaining, brother.

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Len's nephew Barry made out his own list while he drove 
them through the silent roads to the bus depot.  As they 
heard the noise of the vehicle, people would come out of 
their front doors and wave frantically, afraid to be 
missed but afraid also to move away from their only 
familiar source of shelter in a world gone crazy.

"They were doing the same thing when we drove over", said 
Barry.

"We may need a megaphone to get them to stay inside", 
said Michael.  "It seems cruel to lie to them but if we 
tell them help is coming and to wait inside, we may have 
a better chance of rescuing more of them."

Peter nodded his agreement with his brother.  "You might 
get that at a Police station."

"Yes", agreed Len, "and we can pick up some fire arms 
there too.  Once the dogs get hungry they will probably 
turn on people and each other - imagine how many there 
are likely to be in just this city."

Peter shuddered.  He had witnessed a friend being 
attacked when younger and the scars in his mind were no 
less real than the scars on his friend's face and arm.

Len decided to visit the police station first.  He needed 
something that would allow him to move up to 40 people at 
once and didn't know what guard dogs or even crazy people 
he would find on the way.

Those people whose employment was not deemed essential 
had been instructed to stay home, keeping the streets 
remarkably clear.  Those who had heard the first reports 
but not the final ones were in the main optimistically 
waiting for assistance to come or had pessimistically 
avoided a lingering death by starvation.

The few who had tuned to the stations that broadcast the 
latest information in many cases indulged in a drunken or 
lustful orgy, determined to go out with a bang rather 
than a whimper.

Those people providing essential services such as the 
police or hospitals found the light suddenly fade, an 
eclipse that struck without warning or remission where-
ever the person was and with little opportunity for their 
workmates to assist before they too succumbed.

The shift on duty at the Police Station when the tsunami 
of darkness washed over the city had been unable to 
leave.  It was hard to realise that it had been only six 
hours since the last of them (a homeless drunk in the 
cells) had lost his sight.

Len and the four youths gingerly entered the front door, 
wary of the response they could get.  There were only two 
officers on duty and Len addressed them from the counter.

"Good afternoon officers.  I know you can't see me and 
you may not be aware of what has been happening."

"We've got a pretty good idea.  Who are you and what do 
you want?"

The lie came easier than he thought it would.  "My name 
is Len Pike and I'm here with the Department for Disease 
Control trying to stabilise this area.  We only have a 
few people who have not been affected and what's left of 
the government has deputised them to assist its agents.  
I got stuck with the job for this district."

"What are you here for?  Are you going to fix us up?"

"I'm not a doctor, I'm just trying to collect people for 
them to treat.  I need to check how many people are here 
and arrange for transport."

The policeman seemed to relax a little in the knowledge 
that SOMEONE was doing SOMETHING about this.  It had been 
rather stressful just sitting there without a clear 
awareness of the time and he was unconsciously ignoring 
any holes that appeared in Len's story.

"If you would please stay put, my assistants and I will 
just get people organised.  You could assist me though.  
Everything has happened in a bit of a rush and we are 
still getting supplies together.  Do you have a bull horn  
that I could use and can I use your public address system 
to speak to the people in the building?"

"There's a half dozen bull horns in the cupboard back 
there ..."  Len waved the boys to check them when the 
officer passed him a ring of keys from a hook on his 
belt. "... and I think this is still working."  He 
fumbled around his desk, grabbing the microphone on the 
second attempt.  He flicked a switch and an echo of his 
drumming finger could just be heard.

"Can I have your attention please.  There is an important 
announcement."  He moved so Len could access the mike.

"Good afternoon", started Len.  "Representatives of the 
Department for Disease Control will shortly be returning 
to take you for treatment.  I apologise that I am not 
able to go through your normal chain of command at this 
time but will do so when I return."

The keys had unlocked the fire arms cupboard as well and 
each boy had silently carried a couple of rifles as well 
as some hand guns and ammunition out to the car before 
returning to get a bull horn each.

Len put the keys on top of the cupboard rather than 
returning them to the officer.  By the time they found a 
reason to visit again it was likely that the officer 
would no longer need them.

"Thank you", he said, "we will be back when we have 
suitable transport."

Without waiting for comment or questions about his lies 
Len turned and followed the boys back to the car.



*** August 28, 1:30 pm

Len pulled the bus up at the Emergency Entrance of the 
hospital.  Barry pulled up behind him with a squeal of 
brakes in another.  Driving a bus was a novel experience 
for both of them.  Michael drove more sedately into the 
car park and got out with David.  The young boy had been 
using his deepest voice over a bull horn to advise people 
along the way to wait inside until they heard an 
announcement to come out to be taken for treatment.

Peter had been sent with a third bus to collect their 
families and take them to the school.  He was then to 
take Uncle Seth and Nancy to find a truck to collect some 
essential supplies - bedding, spring water and some 
simple food - sliced bread and sandwich meat that would 
be stale in a day so should be used while it was 
available.

Len made a similar announcement at the hospital but 
advised that certain staff would be taken for treatment 
first so that they could then assist in treating others.

With no admissions or operations possible, staff were 
tending to remain in their offices or at station except 
to find a bedpan for a bedridden patient or to bring a 
drink where possible.  Staff and patient alike were 
relieved to hear help had arrived.

Len led the boys through the hospital to the pharmacy 
where he found a young woman sitting sobbing at a desk.  
She had been crying in despair and now heaved with 
relief.

She was in her early twenties and met their need for a 
Pharmacist.

"Hello.  Are you ready to go?"

She looked around in surprise, turning her unseeing eyes 
in the direction of the voice.  "Y-Y-Yes."

"Are you in charge here?"  Len asked.

"For this shift."  She allowed him to take her arm to 
assist her to her feet.  "Well actually for the last 
shift as well I suppose; no-one has come and I can't go 
anywhere like this."

"As you can imagine, we have quite a few people who are 
rather distressed.  Do you have something that would be 
safe to give them to calm them down?  Unfortunately we 
don't have the doctors available yet to see to them."

Unused to prescribing, the woman never-the-less knew her 
field and was able to suggest a couple of drugs that had 
no ill side effects during short-term treatment.

She told Len and repeated the dosage information then 
suggested where he would find them.  Her own state of 
mind permitted her to be more useful than normal towards 
an outsider in her dispensary.

Michael led her back to the bus where she was seated by 
David who asked her for her name, date of birth, home 
address, marital status, profession and allergies which 
he duly recorded as he had been instructed.  If they were 
going to have over a hundred people to look after they 
had to start somewhere in keeping track of them.

David wrote out a nametag for "Teri" and took pleasure in 
pressing it against her breast.  It was the first time he 
had copped a feel and, though only a brief press, it was 
enough to give him an erection as he stared down the 
blouse of the unaware woman.  He wondered if he could 
keep her; she looked nice.

In ones, twos and occasionally threes Michael and Barry 
shunted young doctors and nurses, and a few young 
patients who had only been admitted because of their 
blindness, until the buses were filled.  Each had been 
given a tablet "to start the treatment" before they had 
been led to the buses.

Len didn't know whether he should be thankful he didn't 
have any means other than a bullet or a knife to "treat" 
those he couldn't save or whether he was going to throw 
up whenever he thought of them slowly starving or 
desperately seeking their own termination.  It was easier 
when he hadn't seen them.

He addressed the second bus before repeating the spiel on 
his own.

"If you would please hold on we will be taking you to the 
treatment facility.  It is a short ride but you will need 
to hold on tight.  Full explanations will be available 
there."

Barry followed Michael to the school with his uncle 
driving in the same direction shortly afterwards.



*** August 28, 3:00 pm

"I have to apologise to you but the actual situation is 
far more serious that we could tell to the whole 
hospital.  We have brought you out here to explain.  
Please let me finish before asking questions then I ask 
you to raise your hand and let me come to you before you 
speak.  I will answer ALL you questions truthfully at 
that time."

They had moved the various medical practitioners into the 
gymnasium and seated them on the mattresses hastily 
strewn around.  Len was being left in charge by his 
siblings, a role he reluctantly accepted for now.

"As I said, the situation is worse than that portrayed.  
There currently is no treatment and I do not believe that 
there will be one."  There were gasps, sobs and more than 
a few angry shouts.  Len let them go for a while then 
called for a silence that he eventually got.

"At present there are a total of 8 sighted people known 
to exist in this city.  They are all members of my family 
and the indication is that some of us carry a dominant 
gene which stops the coughing disease causing blindness.  
We may eventually find others but that is all we have to 
work with at this stage.

"We believe that the only way that we can survive long 
term is to have sufficient sighted children to allow us 
to build a sustainable population.  This requires the 8 
sighted people to work to support those of you willing to 
bear those children."

There were more gasps, sobs and yet angrier shouts as the 
proposal sunk in.

Len let this go again until he could again take control.  
Ignoring the shouts he asked that questions be kept until 
he had finished.

"I realise that some of you will not for one reason or 
another wish to join with us.  You will not be forced to.  
However I must point out that you have no other salvation 
likely; unless you take your own lives you are likely to 
succumb to starvation.  I hope you prefer to live."

With his pause some hands were tentatively raised.  Len 
took that as an opportunity to involve the women.

"I will now take questions if you would please raise your 
hands."  He went to the first one and read her name tag 
as he touched her hand.  "Yes Monica?"

She lowered her arm.

"What happens to those who don't want to join you?"

"They will be taken back to the hospital and left where 
they came from."

Monica squeezed in a supplementary question.  "Can they 
be taken to their homes?"

"If there are only a couple that MIGHT be possible but if 
we have a lot of people we won't be able to spare the 
time.  Sorry."  He moved to the next one.  "Naomi"

"What about my husband and child?"

"I'm sorry there too.  We are going to try to support as 
many women as possible in the hope of getting a 
sustainable population of sighted people.  Unless we find 
someone with a valuable skill we will be restricting 
those people we pick up to young women only.  We won't be 
able to take your husband unless he can demonstrate a 
skill but we can try to collect any daughters aged 15 or 
older on the understanding that they bear children as 
well.

"We aren't monsters and if you think you have some 
special circumstance we will try to give you a hearing 
though it may not be long.  If you do know of anyone who 
was blind previously who can teach you how to manage your 
condition please let me know later."

A few people apparently had received answers to their 
questions and had put their hands down.

"Sandra"

Sandra started as Len touched her hand and it was a 
little while before she began to speak.  "What actually 
will happen to those who stay?"

"It's very early days so things could change but I see it 
like this at the moment:

"Each of the six sighted males who appear to bear the 
dominant gene will be assigned a number of women who will 
bear a child probably every year and a half while she is 
able.  It is hoped that approximately half of those will 
be sighted.

"The blind females will be able to bear children in turn 
provided we can support them for the first fifteen years, 
as for any blind males we may not be able to support 
them.  That will depend on our resources and how we are 
able to teach you and them to overcome your blindness."

Quite a few more hands shot up and Len picked one of them 
since it was likely to be a follow on question.  "Aneka"

"How will we be assigned to the males?"

"I don't expect us to have to start mass impregnations 
immediately so there will be time for you to get to know 
each of us and vice versa.  I suppose that you will get 
to put your preferences down as do we and where they 
coincide everything is easy.  If not there may have to be 
some negotiation.  It may be that you put up with a bit 
of sex with your designated partner until you get 
pregnant.  I need to have a talk with those of you who 
can discuss the amount of genetic variation we need.  It 
may be necessary for you to have a child by each of us - 
I don't really know everything at this stage."

"Tara"

"What about sex when we aren't trying to get pregnant?  
Are we going to be a harem only getting screwed once or 
twice then nothing for eighteen months?  Aren't there any 
other men? And you said there were eight sighted people 
so two must be females - what about them then?"

"The two sighted women are my sister Deborah and my niece 
Nancy.  One of Deb's sons, Barry, some of you have 
already met.  Her daughter Stella is in the same boat as 
you.  Her other son Walter and Nancy's brother Graham are 
unfortunately blind.  If we are able, with your 
assistance, to make sure they are firing blanks, then you 
should be able to call upon their services to keep you 
happy.

"If Nancy, and indeed Deb, want to try to increase our 
sighted numbers that's up to them but realistically they 
are more valuable as sighted members of our community 
than as mothers.  They can get food or other supplies or 
help defend us while we can find anyone to bear children.

"I don't want you to think that that means we don't value 
you; we do and doubly so because of your professional 
skills.  Unfortunately certain survival skills have just 
shot to the top of the 'must have' list.

"As far as sex is concerned I have said you will not be 
forced.  You may wish to consider the needs of those who 
are going to be doing their darnedest to keep you alive 
and comfortable however and try to express your thanks 
that way.

"There will be rules for all of us and one will basically 
be 'If it feels good you can do it'.  That doesn't mean 
whatever 'it' is will be compulsory but it also means you 
can't object to others indulging in what they feel is 
okay.  Thus with so many women and so few men no-one is 
to get upset if a woman makes a pass at another woman.  
You can say no but you can't get nasty.

"I want you to take a while to think things over; discuss 
it with those around you.  It may sound heartless but for 
those of you who feel you made a marriage vow that stops 
you accepting, please consider that we can't save your 
husbands in other than the most exceptional cases and in 
a few days you are likely to be widows."

That brought a few more sobs but the majority of the 
women seemed to have realised that and had been halfway 
resigned to their own demise.

"One last question for now - Debra."

"What happens to the patients in the hospital and the 
other staff?  How can you let them just starve?"

"I don't like it either.  If you have an alternative I 
will consider it but there really isn't enough time to 
provide a humane release to the millions of people around 
here while at the same time trying to save as many as 
possible.

"I will give you some time now to collect your thoughts.  
If you have questions Nancy will take them and I will 
give you the answers when I return.  I will need to know 
then whether you really can't join us, are prepared to 
join us or think you have a special case.  I warn you 
though that I won't be happy if you lie to me just to try 
to get a husband or child added to our community."

Len looked over the 84 women they had brought here as 
they tried to find out what those close by thought.  He 
had brought more then really needed for the skills they 
had but they were all intelligent young healthy females 
and would make excellent brood mares though he would be 
careful never to describe them as such.



*** August 28, 11:30 pm - Len

Joanna hadn't taken it well that morning when she found 
her husband had planned to modify his wedding vows more 
than just a little.

Oh, he was still offering to look after her in "sickness 
and in health" but the "forsaking all others" was going 
right out the window.

Len restrained himself even though he was tempted to 
point out that by simply leaving her alone at their home 
he would only have to wait a few days until it was a case 
of "till death us do part".  He couldn't have done it and 
didn't really want to upset her further.

He hadn't had time since then to sit down with her and 
talk it over and wasn't sure it would do much good.  He 
probably shouldn't have mentioned his plan to pick up 
Kara.  It was okay while his wife thought she was going 
to be a partner for one of the boys but ...

And he didn't really want Joanna to feel she was being 
traded in.

The sighted had spent the day shunting more and more 
women into the school and getting necessary supplies.  
The gym was one big dormitory and they had had to rig 
knotted ropes across the room to allow the women to take 
themselves to the bathroom and to find their way back 
again.

It was his blind daughter Ellen who had actually come up 
with the solution.  At regular intervals three knots were 
tied into the rope; if you felt a single then the double 
you knew you were heading towards the bathroom and vice 
versa.  A pillar indicated where the rows of mattresses 
spread out sideways but unfortunately the women then had 
to crawl along the floor counting mattresses until they 
found theirs.

It wasn't perfect and one sighted person was kept busy 
attending to those lost women standing waving their arms 
for attention; there was too much din for anyone to have 
been heard and the bull horns got plenty of use restoring 
order from time to time.

Len was happy to get out of it for a while and was 
guiltily grateful to his sister Deb and their niece Nancy 
who had been left to fend for most of the day.

They had both gotten to join him on the last trip of the 
day where he had taken them to pick up a couple of 
personal friends each.

While Deb's might not contribute much to the future of 
their community they would help keep her sane in this 
maddening new world.  Nancy's at least were breeding 
stock even if he personally found their conversation 
somewhat juvenile and annoying; maybe the boys would 
think differently.

Peter and Barry got to stand the rest of the night shift 
with Nancy and her father Seth rostered on for breakfast.  
Len dreaded the idea of the morning piss parade.

Joanna was waiting for him in their room.  Unlike his 
sons and nephew, Len wasn't in a hurry to dip his wick.  
Joanne needed reassuring and he wouldn't have a lot of 
time to deal with her over the next few days; there was 
so much to do and so many people to "rescue" and so few 
of them to do the work.  He hoped they weren't stretching 
themselves too far.

Joanna stirred when she felt him slip in next to her.  
They had replaced the former occupant's single bed with a 
large mattress on the floor.  Seth had gotten the 
teaching staff (all friars) and the few boys present 
organised onto a bus and had then driven them to a 
convent school where he had offloaded them and brought 
back a similar load of the girls who were boarding there, 
together with two young nuns who decided to renounce 
their vows.

When Seth told Len this he wondered how many of the 
brothers and other nuns would feel the same way in the 
time they had left.

Len tried to forget about this, and all the other 
minutiae from the day that clouded his brain.  He was too 
tired to think straight and too uptight to sleep.  He 
slid an arm under his wife's neck and wrapped the other 
around her, cupping her breast, and snuggled into her 
back with a sigh.

Joanna at 44 was the same age as her husband.  She had 
been married to him for 22 years and had borne him four 
strong, healthy (until now) children and she was afraid 
she was going to lose him to his "harem".  She even spat 
out the word in her own mind, unaware that the analogy 
was being widely considered throughout the darkened 
school grounds.

She almost pushed him away but then realised that he 
could have been with any of the women he and her sons had 
gathered that day but no, here he was, curled up against 
her and still, after 22 years, pressing a stiff cock 
against her buns.  She reached behind and felt the hard 
rod that she suddenly realised she would never see again.

She turned her body and reached up to run her fingers 
lightly over her lover's face.  She would have to get to 
see her husband by touch and she wept as she felt the 
cleft in his chin and the stubble on his cheek.

Suddenly overcome with love for her man she bruised his 
lips with hers as she forced her tongue between his 
teeth.  She wanted him and she wanted him to know it.  
She might have to share him with those bitches but he was 
hers and always would be.

She pushed him onto his back and threw a leg over his 
hips.  Without pausing her passionate kisses she reached 
between her thighs and pressed her fingers between her 
lips to find the moisture that would ease his 
penetration.  Her cunt oozed the slippery fluid and she 
wiped it over the surface of her pussy before seizing his 
cock and positioning it at the damp entrance.

She pushed down and felt it enter then stop.  She lifted 
her hips and pushed down again.  The hard penis slid 
further in and she wiggled her hips as she force it 
deeper and deeper.  It bottomed out with a slight twinge 
of pain and Joanna eased back and began a gentler 
oscillation that served to stimulate her husband as she 
ground her clit against his pubic hair.

It wasn't going to be a slow comfortable screw.  It was a 
wanton fuck by a woman who wasn't prepared to lose her 
man and was going to show him why he should keep coming 
back.

As such it didn't take long before Len was arching his 
back in his own attempt to drive himself deeper into his 
wife.  He felt his prick jerk as the first surge passed 
through it and into his wife.  As they continued he 
wondered whether his wife would fall pregnant now 
contraceptives were banned.

Though not a Catholic, Seth's earlier adventures made him 
wonder how the ageing Pope would feel knowing at least 
that part of his credo would be followed for the 
foreseeable future.  Len didn't think the rest of their 
plans would quite meet his approval however.

His brief thoughts were scattered by his wife's own 
orgasm.  For the first time in her life she didn't care 
if anyone heard her pleasure and a loud "Y-E-S!" echoed 
through the otherwise silent hallways.  Let EVERYONE know 
that with all the spare pussy available HER husband was 
still pummelling HER cunt!



