Not from the Coalition. From another powerful mutant organization instead. Like us, but much more aggressive.
As we had already deduced, the military presence was spread thin due to fighting two forces at the same time. The Anne Arundel Mall gang, and the Greenbelt Mutant force. They succeeded in squashing the mall people to the north, near Hanover, but suffered heavy losses to the enemy with superpowers.
General Nassar of the Coalition called for all his forces to join the battle against the mutants from Greenbelt. At that point they had already been pushed back beyond Beltsville and were taken up shelter in an IKEA building close to the DC beltway on Baltimore Avenue.
All requests for assistance from other segments of the Coalition went unanswered. They were on their own. Celeste surmised that the other military components had their hands full with their own enemies, or possibly battling each other. Without a response they had no way of confirming those assumptions.
The formidable militia alliance had been a bit of a facade. They never stopped bickering over territory and objectives. Some wanted all survivors with special abilities to be destroyed. Others wanted to recruit the agreeable ones and use their powers to improve their position. One faction, based over in the Chevy Chase/Bethesda area, was adamant about making their own mutants. Dozens of experiments were being performed on both the diseased and the healthy. Consent was not required of the participants.
Between the capture of Major Sutherly and the arrival of Celeste seeking refuge, I learned more about the world around us in two days than I had in the previous year.
The question on my mind was how would it affect us? Did we need to adjust our plans? Should we fortify our position here, or advance our territory? Should we try to gobble up all the scattered and stranded soldiers left by the Coalition? Or would that big of an influx create internal problems?
I honestly didn't know.
The absolute biggest concern at the moment was the aggression of the Greenbelt people. Not only did they defeat the local Interstate Ninety-Five segment of the Coalition, which we used to refer to as the New Hampshire Avenue Militia, other army factions were apparently too afraid of them to interfere.
The leader of this impressive new force was called Mister Skull for his death metal fashion sense. His clan even repurposed old pirate flags for their sigil. Their reported widespread use of the readily available logo assisted in their intimidation of all around them.
When asked about the mutant powers of this aggressive gang, Celeste knew less than I had hoped. Some powers were basic ones that we were accustomed to from the past. Trancers, flamers, and speed bursters like Riley. As for Mister Skull, his power was the most destructive and not fully understood. She was going entirely on hearsay since she had not seen most of their powers firsthand. Celeste had only met with them once and their negotiations were extremely brief, she told us.
"What have you heard about this Mister Skull?" I asked the injured blonde negotiator. So far, her references to him made he seem like an unbeatable warlord.
"Just that he is very powerful and can destroy things with his mind somehow. The details were vague, but one soldier said that he will knock you into last week."
"You mean into next week?" Alexa asked when she joined us for the interrogation. That was how I remembered the expression going as well.
"I don't know," Celeste replied. "Maybe that was what they meant. But it wasn't how they said it. I distinctly remember it as last week."
CHAPTER TEN:
"What are we going to do?" Stella asked. She was obviously distraught over the news that we recently obtained. Her and Riley were sitting on the sofa as Alexa stood behind them. My first wife had just come in from the garage where she was speaking with Celeste as nurses were attending to her injuries. She had several mild lacerations and a sprained ankle like I had guessed. Nothing major.
Jada and Bianka were absent from the meeting. Their leadership was needed protecting the perimeter. Neither Jamila nor Camilla had been called in to join us in the living room. It wasn't meant in disrespect. I simply had not called for the meeting. It just happened since the four of us were already in the house.
"I'm not sure," I answered her honestly. I could tell by the look that Riley was giving me that she preferred that I exhibited more confidence for my newest wife. These three, though, were the closest to my heart. I had difficulty faking things for them.
"We don't want to just sit back and wait for an attack, right?" Alexa asked me. The way she rested her hand on Stella's shoulder told me that the question was more for her benefit than mine.
"No, definitely not. We'll advance our patrol circle so that we can spot any aggression well in advance. And we'll need to develop defensive tactics, too," I told them. "It is still quite possible that Mister Skull and his powerful gang leave us alone."
"You mean like some mutual respect between mutants?" Riley asked. I could clearly see that she wasn't serious. "When have we experienced that?"
"Never," Alexa answered before I could.
It was true. The only ways to avoid a conflict with the Greenbelt force were to either not look like a threat, or to inspire fear in them. Falling in the middle ground, as I believed that we currently did, would only invite violence from them. Unless I came up with a great scheme, the chances of avoiding conflict with Mister Skull was slim to none. With their recent victory over the Coalition they hopefully would spend some time licking their wounds before planning more aggression.
Celeste's story did suggest that the band of mutants had previously been receptive to negotiations. What changed? Did they gain confidence in their ability to defeat the militia? Had they just waited to take advantage of a vulnerable moment? Or were they provoked?
The reason for this line of questioning in my head was to determine if we could possibly coexist with Mister Skull and his people. The more that he expanded the harder it would be for him to protect his territory. As a successful leader he probably already realized that. But then again, his plan might be to absorb any smaller clans to increase the size and effectiveness of his force. Would we still be considered a smaller clan?
Having over a hundred people in our compound suggested that no one would consider us easy prey. Unless they knew that most of my followers were recovered skanks and untrained soldiers. Normal people with no special abilities.
I tried to view the scenarios through the eyes of this ominous Mister Skull. But that was impossible really. There was no way that we thought alike. And there was very little intel on him. Making assumptions would be a bad idea. I had to figure that there was a possibility that he was the biggest asshole to ever walk the earth. Prepare for the worst, hope for the best.
Regardless of the possibilities, we needed to take a strong defensive posture. If a diplomatic opportunity became available, I would certainly seize it. I just couldn’t present a weakness for him to expose, should he come to check us out.
I had already planned on joining the girls on patrol. This new development only reinforced the need for doing so. For their protection and to have me present for a likely first encounter. It could make all the difference in achieving a peaceful coexistence with them. I didn't know how quickly the mutant gang would head our way, but I was itching to get out there with either Jada's or Bianka's squad as soon as possible.
I wasn't sure if I could get any more valuable information out of Celeste regarding Mister Skull's objectives and methods, but I figured it was worth a try. Knowledge is always an important advantage in a confrontation.
I joined Alexa as she headed back into the haphazard medical facility in the garage. As soon as I entered, and my wife stepped aside I was shocked by what I saw. Celeste was completely naked on the cot. Also, her hands and feet were bound to the corners.
"Whoa!" I said, trying in vain to avert my eyes. "Why is she naked?"
"I'm treating her injuries," the short brunette nurse replied defensively. Her name was Kelsey. I had spoken to her a few times, but she
had that demeanor that just made me feel uncomfortable around her. Like a snobby rich woman at a cocktail party. I was sure that I was reading her wrong, but it didn't make much of a difference. We were not likely to ever get close.
"Ok," I replied. I could see Alexa grinning at me, enjoying this moment of seeing me embarrassed. It probably reminded her of our early days together. "But why is she bound to the bed?"
Celeste was also smiling. She was making no effort to block my view of her porcelain white skinned body. Of course, tied up like she was, there wasn't much that she could do. The slight droopiness to her eyelids suggesting that she might be under the influence of pain killers.
"Everyone left me alone in here with her," Kelsey answered in a huff. "I don't know what she is capable of!"
"Looks like you walked in at the right time," Celeste said to me with sexy grin. There was a barely perceptible slur to her words. She was either drugged up or drunk. Her knees spread just a bit wider as she made her comment, drawing my attention back to her body.
Celeste was physically fit with a build similar to Alexa and Stella. Not as muscular as Jada or Bianka. But certainly not as tiny as Jamila or as skinny as Riley. Her skin was such a pure white that it was hard to look away. I expected more veins and blemishes visible. Instead, her body looked like it could be a doll.
Nicely tapered legs broadened at the hips. Her belly was flat as she laid there on her back, but her waist wasn't overly thin. Ribs pressed against her skin due to her arms being secured above her head. Perfect white titties with moderately sized pink nipples pointed firmly toward the ceiling. Maybe she was cold.
From my viewpoint, standing closer to her feet, her bright pink vagina was easy to spot. Her motion of spreading her knees made the sexy love hole wink at me. Or smile. Either way, my eyes were drawn to it.
A short muff of blonde hair rested above her pussy. Not a full-grown bush, or an unkempt growth of hair. No, she had been keeping it neatly trimmed. Most blondes that I knew had darker pubic hair than that. She might be dying it with hair color as well. It made me wonder a good many things.
While with the military group had she been displaying her body regularly, like a stripper? Or was she the lover of someone important that demanded detailed grooming? Was she acting all seductive purely from the effects of pain killers? Or was it her nature? But the question that kept pushing to the front of the line was this. Would it be acceptable for me to fuck her right there on the cot while she was bound?
It was not in my nature to think such things. The sight of her tied up and squirming for my attention was just overwhelming. Like one of those extreme porn websites. Even if you weren't into the whole rough sex with a bound girl scenario, when you spotted an attractive woman enduring the experience you had a hard time looking away.
"Could you excuse us, Kelsey?" Alexa asked the nurse. The woman appeared to be appalled at the suggestion. So, Alexa added, "We need to question the prisoner again."
"Oh," Kelsey said. It took her a minute to finish what she was doing. Then she left us alone with Celeste without any additional comments.
"Do you like what you see, dear?" Alexa asked as she slid her right arm around my waist. Then her left hand gripped the front of my pants. My cock was much harder than I realized, tenting my cargo shorts noticeably.
Celeste squirmed some more as she stared at my wife's hand around my erection through the thin material. Her pink tongue darted out to lick her lips like she was some sort of albino reptile.
"I'm sorry, sweetie," I replied as I placed my left arm around her shoulders. "It just caught me by surprise."
"Don't be sorry," she said with a smile. "I didn't know that you were into this kind of thing. I mean having a woman tied up for your pleasure."
"I'm not," I replied instantly, undeniably embarrassed by the suggestion. "At least not normally."
"It's okay," Alexa said as she tried to stroke my manhood through front of my pants. Mobility was limited, but it was still effective due to the circumstances. "I was getting a little tingling in my loins, too."
"Really?" I asked. Alexa had succumbed to a threesome experience with Riley a long time ago. And more recently with Jamila and Bianka. But was she truly bisexual? Or just doing things for my benefit?
"I mean," my wife answered. "I'm not near as excited by it as you obviously are."
Celeste began pushing her pelvis into the air slightly while puckering her lips. She resembled an often-molested mental patient begging for attention. I couldn't believe that this was happening. "Touch me!" she then demanded.
"What the hell kind of drugs do you have her on?" I asked.
"Nothing very strong," Alexa replied as she squeezed my shaft tightly, making the head bulge so she could caress it with her thumb. "She must have had something in her system before she arrived here. Or an allergic reaction to it."
"I had some whiskey on my way here," Celeste explained with an ornery smile.
"Why didn't you tell us?" Alexa asked as she withdrew her hand from my bulging pants to place it on Celeste's thigh.
The pale skinned blonde flinched from the contact, but not like it scared her. It was more like a sexual reaction. Then she stared at my wife's hand as she pushed her crotch in its direction. She was practically begging for Alexa to touch her pussy.
"Oh, my," my wife responded. Then she asked me, "What would you like to do in this situation?"
"I'm not sure that I'm comfortable doing anything," I answered in shock at how my wife was behaving. She had come a long way from the jealous girlfriend attitude that she once had. But this was much farther than I had ever expected, or even wanted.
"Well, honestly," Alexa replied. "Seeing both of you so horny is getting me aroused. She clearly is eager for attention. It's not like we'd be raping her just because she is tied up."
"Alexa!" Was all I could think to say. What had happened to my innocent monogamously minded wife?
Alexa's fingertips slid across the porcelain skin to rest on Celeste's upper thigh just a couple inches from her vagina. The bound woman gasped with anticipation.
"Would you like to do the honors," Alexa asked me. "Or should I?"
What was happening? Was my wife considering fingering this woman that we barely knew? That’s not something that even I would consider at this point.
My extended moment of shock must have been enough of an answer. Alexa's thin fingers danced their way over to the woman's exposed pink pussy lips. Celeste thrust her groin into the contact. Alexa responded my increasing the pressure as she ground her fingers against it.
My wife then extracted her right arm from around my waist to slip her hand into the front of my shorts. My cock was rock hard when she found it. There was no denying my arousal by the scene before me. I didn’t want to react that way, but I had no control over the chemicals pumping through my body.
Celeste started groaning when Alexa slid two fingers inside her moist pussy. Her breasts were heaving with each breath. Without even thinking I reached forward with one hand to grab her left titty, flicking the hard nipple with my thumb. My other hand grabbed the waist band of my shorts to push them to the floor, exposing my manhood for both of them to see.
Our captive was quickly racing toward orgasm. Alexa leaned her shoulder into me to push me toward the head of the cot. Celeste eagerly turned to face me and extended her tongue toward the tip of my penis. She got a few licks in as Alexa slid her tiny hand down the shaft to grab the base. While still vigorously fingering our guest, she pulled my cock upward and then back down abruptly to smack Celeste in the mouth with the mushroom head.
The blonde on the cot was not the least bit shocked. She groaned and opened her mouth wider as Alexa continued to repeat the process until drips of pre-cum started slinging around.
"Uhhh!" Celeste screamed out as she clinched her eyes shut. She was no longer focused on licking me. Her strong orgasm was rolling in and taking control of her body.
To my dismay, Alexa released her grip o
n me unexpectedly. I wasn't sure what was happening until I saw her thrust that hand into her own shorts. From the shaking of her body I could see that she was about to join Celeste in that happy land.
I continued to grip the titty of our prone friend but took over stroking myself with my right hand. Caught up in the moment, I alternated between jerking my boner and smacking the climaxing woman in the face with the tip. Not just the mouth, either. I moved it around to get her nose, forehead, and inadvertently one of her eyes. She didn't care, though. She was so far gone in her own pleasure.
When Alexa started convulsing while making sharp little barking noises it sent me over the top. I stroked feverishly until I emptied my balls onto Celeste's face, neck and hair. When I reopened my eyes, they were both staring at me in shock.
"Geez, Mason," Alexa said. "You made a big mess. That's going to be hard to explain to Kelsey."
"Don't worry about it," a voice came from the door where Kelsey had exited just minutes before. It had reopened to reveal her face with an odd expression. A mix of horror and arousal. Instantly I realized that I had been misreading her all this time.
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