"I'll clean her up," Kelsey said as I reached for my shorts. "Did you get out of her what you needed?"
I realized that she was referring to our questioning of Celeste. That was why she had been asked to leave the room in the first place. This sexual fantasy just played itself out instead. I didn't know how to respond.
Luckily, Alexa had regained her composure as well as her sense of humor. She answered, "And more!"
And then the scene froze. And went all blurry. I blinked to refocus. When I did Celeste was laying there smiling, but it was more of an embarrassed grin. She was also covered with a blanket that Kelsey was adjusting to fully cover the bound woman's body. The look that the nurse was giving me was not in the least bit kind. I felt like I was being accused of a heinous sex crime.
There was no jizz in Celeste's hair. Alexa and I were fully dressed. I did, however, have an erection. I could almost feel the sensation of recent sexual activity, but it was more like waking from a dream than physically recovering.
I turned to face Alexa to find a similarly disapproving look. Then she leaned in and whispered to me, "You are not seriously horny right now, are you?"
I had imagined the whole thing. What happened to me? And how long had I been standing there dumbfounded?
CHAPTER ELEVEN:
The slight hillside was more difficult to climb than usual. We had been getting some rain of late, mostly at night. My sneakers were slipping with every aggressive forward step as the limited treads filled up with mud. I was just so excited to be out on patrol that I wanted to power through it without complaint. Jada, however, lead her team around to the left to find more stable ground for the ascent.
We started off to the west after exiting the skank gate. Along the river there is where the previous attack had come from. The soldiers that were chasing Judah and his friends. We wanted to clear it of threats before heading northeasterly toward the house where Jada's squad had encountered Major Sutherly. I didn't want us to get too far from our fenced in compound. If this new mutant group was as powerful as Celeste had described them, we would need to be within a few minutes of safety should a diplomatic attempt fail.
Once we reached the area where they left off yesterday, the process was much slower than I had anticipated. The girls would thoroughly check every group of bushes and trees for threats. More soldiers were the primary concern but encountering the new strain of zombies would also be an issue that needed dealt with carefully.
Searching houses is what took much of our time. No one wanted to walk into a room without due caution. I lead the way many times since my deflection ability could easily protect anyone behind me from gunfire. Still, it was a lengthy process. Occasionally we would find useful items that needed to be bagged and sent back home. Most of the buildings had been picked over very well and only garbage remained. Or worse yet, rotting corpses of women or animals.
We encountered various critters regularly as we went. Most of them scurried away as we got close to them. Diseased or mutated animals were becoming much less common. At least in our area they had, due to our regular hunting program. Seeing healthy squirrels and birds take back over the woods gave me a sense that we were possibly witnessing a rebirth of nature.
I had originally hoped to reach New Hampshire Avenue before dark. Failing to do so meant that we would need to practically start all over the next day since anyone could sneak into the already-searched-zone during the night. Either that or post guards throughout the neighborhood. That would spread us so thin that some of our women would become easy pickings for intruders. I wasn't comfortable with that prospect.
"There has got to be a better way of doing this," I told Jada when we were away from the others. The girls had managed to scrounge up enough supplies to fill three canvas bags from a single house. Added to the rest of the stuff it filled our wagon. We would need to let at least three of Jada's girls return to the compound with the goods. That dwindled us down to just seven people.
"The way I see it," Jada replied. "We either need to streamline our search efforts or secure each area that we clear. I’m not a big fan of the risks involved with the first option, so maybe we should consider the second. We can utilize the tree stands that the Coalition left behind."
"That's a shit job," I answered. "How many of the girls will agree to standing up there in the dark for hours, afraid of falling to their death if they get sleepy?"
"There are ways of securing yourself, but you're right. We could get several to do it. However, they certainly wouldn't be happy about the assignment. Unless we use Sutherly and her soldiers. Anyone that already had to do that kind of thing in the past."
"Can we trust them?" I asked. Different assignments required varied levels of trust. Put someone in a position where their life and well being depended on following orders, almost anyone would be reliable. Place them alone and scared when an opportunity to betray us came along, the list of trustworthy candidates reduced considerably.
"Most of them are happy to be with us," Jada shrugged. "Of course, that could change if we stick them up in a tree for the night."
"Exactly."
"We're about a half mile from the main road," Jada then told me. "How about we push through the remaining neighborhood a little faster so we can get a good look at what is going on over there?"
"Yes! How do we do that?"
“We need more people,” she replied. Stubbornly she was unwilling to assume the risks of a rushed search and recon mission. That was one reason why she was the perfect person for our head of security.
Jada then called for ten more women to join us from back home. Three of her girls then went back with the wagon. Jada explained her plan to push ahead with a small scouting group while keeping a supporting force just a couple hundred feet behind us. I eagerly approved the idea. Unfortunately, we still had to wait for the new arrivals before we could really get started with the planned formation. It seemed like the appropriate time for a short break.
Jada looked as sexy as ever in her exercise outfit. She was wearing the same black and red combo from the day that I met her. The color wasn't as vibrant as back then, and some of the stitching was coming loose, but the effect was the same. She was a dark-skinned athletic stunner.
The top was much like a sports bra, so she wore nothing underneath. Those large chocolate melons pressing against the tight fabric looked as tasty to me as they ever did. Jada caught me staring. I wiped my chin in case I had drool forming.
"Mason," she said playfully. "Are you checking me out?"
"Yeah," I answered shamelessly. "Same as I do every day."
"Really?" she replied seductively as she stepped closer to press her breast against my bicep. "It has been a while since we've gone at it. We have a few minutes to kill while we are waiting."
"What?" I answered with mild shock. "Right here in the yard? In the daylight? With the other girls able to see us?"
There was even a swing set ten feet away, and more toys scattered through the yard. Despite how sexy she looked I just wasn't getting anything close to the right vibe from the atmosphere and situation. Was she even being serious?
"Maybe we could find a room in the house. And a soft bed,” I suggested.
"That's boring, Mason," she whispered as she wrapped her arms around me, pulling my body against hers. Our lips were just inches from each other. I anticipated a kiss, but instead she kept talking. "We go behind this big tree over here. I'll pull off my pants and do a handstand against it. You can eat my wet cunt while you shove your massive cock down my throat. After I cum all over that beard that you are still trying to grow, you can bend me over that little kids picnic table and fuck me in the ass."
"Jada!"
"What?" she asked playfully. She was having fun with me to be sure. But I could clearly see there was some seriousness in there as well. Was she really wanting this kind of rough sexual treatment from me?
"I haven't had anything up my butt for a while, Mason. Sometimes a girl just needs
to be penetrated in the rear end. You know what I mean? I used to get my husband to do it about once a month. But he was a little smaller than you. I might not be able to handle that big thing in my asshole."
"Will you stop, please," I begged. She was getting me uncomfortable. Strangely horny, but it was overshadowed by the discomfort.
"What?" she continued with her signature playful manner. Then grabbing my crotch, she continued, "Are you getting hard just thinking about it? Oh my, you are. Maybe we can find a smooth clean stick on the ground for my butthole. You can work it with your hand while you fuck my pussy. But I'm gonna need it rough this time. Can you bring it, big boy?"
"Jada! Quit toying with me!" I felt myself blushing. I even pulled my lower region back and attempted to brush away her hand from the tent pole growing in my pants.
"I ain't playing, Mason. You think I won't do these things?"
"A stick off the ground?" She couldn’t be serious. What woman would ram a stick up her ass? Then I realized that with so few men and the level of hygiene dropping considerably since the plague rolled in, this kind of thing might be happening quite often. But not my beautiful Jada. Right?
"Ok, fine. Just shove your thumb up in there while you do me doggy style. But you need to grab my hair and really slam into me. I need to be fucked like a cheap whore."
"Stop," I whispered, turning my face away. She was embarrassing me more than I previously thought possible and she was enjoying it way too much. She always had a tendency to talk dirty to me. Truly, she did like things rougher than my other lovers, but this was too much.
"Why? If that doesn't do it for you, I can always suck you off afterwards. Or would you prefer to slam them balls against my chin at the beginning?"
"Damn, Jada! It's too much!" I cried out as I stepped back. "I do want you. And I love how passionate our sexual experiences can be. That includes some roughness, too. But this dirty talk is over the top. You know that it is. Why are you toying with me like this?"
Jada grinned as she stepped into me again. This time she did follow up the body contact with a kiss. She had a way of turning me on and pissing me off at the same time. It was a weird and twisted form of arousal.
"Ok, Mason. I'll stop teasing you. After we get back home though, and after a nice dinner with the girls, I'd love an opportunity for some crazy sex with you. And I'm not completely joking about the butt play. We'll work that out later, though, in a way that does not make you too uncomfortable. How does that sound?"
I licked her lips and smiled. "That does sound great. But can I put a condom on my thumb?"
"Mason?" she returned to her playful tease. Feigning shock, she started, "Are you scared of my..."
Just then our radios crackled, and a female voice came through to tell us that our reinforcements had arrived. We quickly dropped the subject of sex and gathered two more women to join us as we sneaked closer to the main road. We made it about halfway there before a ball of fire came at us from off to the right.
"What the?" I screamed. I wasn't typically much of a screamer, but a sphere of flames heading for your head kind of took you out of character.
I looked to my right to see two petite women in sexy skirts and tank tops come to a halt some three hundred feet away. They each raised a rifle and were taking aim. I raised one hand in time to deflect all bullets into the soil in front of me.
Jada dropped the strap of her sniper rifle off her strong shoulder smoothly and rapidly took aim as she remained in my realm of protection. I tossed my radio phone to one of the other girls for her to alert the others. The fireball suggested that we were being attacked by mutants. Whether or not it was Mister Skull’s gang was yet to be determined.
Then I noticed that both were wearing the same style of shirt. A black tank top with a white skull and crossbones front and center. The tiny pink shoulder of the rifle girl on the left then splattered red. Her thick blonde braids flew forward as her body was thrown backwards.
Off further to the right and down on one knee was a third girl, wearing long black pants and a black bikini top. I didn't even know that they made bathing suits in black. Then a quick flash back to the models in the sales catalogs that my mom received regularly reminded me that they indeed did. Something large and shiny hung from her necklace. I had to assume that it was a skull medallion to mark her as a member of the same clan. Mister’s Skull’s mutant gang from Greenbelt.
The woman’s extended hand turned bright orange as another ball of fire erupted from it, growing larger as it rapidly approached. We all ducked instinctively, but fortunately my power of deflection was effective against it. It struck the ground in front of us and immediately started a fire despite the moist grass.
Both remaining girls, the black bikini fire popper and the other petite rifle girl, then dove for cover behind a compact car in the driveway of a brick house. Behind them another opponent emerged fearlessly in the face of our gunfire. He was a bald tattooed man wearing black long pants as well, no shirt, and a black duster jacket. He was the epitome of a villain from the movies, making the slow-motion entrance onto the battle scene with scuffed up boots.
Despite the urgency of the situation, my first thought was how hot he must be in long pants and a coat. Even if he was shirtless. Maybe his superpower was an ability to stay cool in all situations. That would be an enviable talent these days.
None of our bullets managed to hit the man. When he placed both hands in the air behind his head, I squinted to get a closer look. That was when I noticed the larger metal medallion on his chest, suspended from a thick link chain. Along with his appearance it brought me to a sudden realization. This was quite possibly Mister Skull himself.
His hands flew forward like he was hurling some heavy disc at us. But there was nothing visible in the air coming our way. Regardless, full grown trees toppled over as the wave of his immense power approached at a slower rate than the fireball.
"Run!" I yelled, not confident in my ability to block this new power. We all scurried away from the attack, but it was too late. The impact threw me into a flip. I had no idea what effect it had on the girls, including my dirty mouthed Jada, whom I had a date with for some rough sex later.
When I landed on my back my vision blurred. I probably sustained a concussion from the impact of my fall. In that instant I saw a variety of colors, blended around the faces of my harem. They couldn’t all possibly be standing there above me in that moment. But their lives being at risk was foremost on my mind.
The image gradually faded and was replaced with a massive shiny skull and crossbones image with strange tattoos all around it. Then I totally blacked out.
CHAPTER TWELVE:
I woke up in a kitchen. Not my kitchen, but it was strangely familiar just the same. I was lying on my back on the floor, the pain in the back of my head fading quickly, while facing a clean white ceiling with an expensive looking light fixture above a marble island. Was that real marble? It didn't look like it from below, but somehow, I knew that is appeared as marble from above. Weird.
The place had been picked over already. Cabinet doors were open. Some drawers, too. Dish towels and cooking utensils blocking them from closing. Did I do that? It strangely felt like I did that for some reason. I was thoroughly confused.
I raised up to my elbows and looked around, wincing at the spike of pain at the back of my neck. I definitely knew this house. But it certainly wasn't mine. And I was alone apparently. I hadn't technically been alone for quite a while. At this particular moment, though, I felt incredibly alone. It wasn’t just a feeling either. There was no one nearby or any sounds indicating other people around. I was pretty sure that if I searched the house that it would be empty of people.
I took a deep breath and got myself to a standing position. I expected my head to ache more from the activity, like a hangover or from a head injury. But it didn't. In fact, the pain had dissipated. I appeared to be completely healthy. That couldn't be right. Didn't I just get flipped through the air b
y some powerful mutant?
Ok. Focus. This is the here and now. Where am I?
I stared at the kitchen until it made sense. I suddenly knew where I was. Norcross Way, just off of New Hampshire Avenue. Not far from my home. The Hollywood Beer and Wine store. No, wait. That wasn't right. I hadn't lived there for months. It even seemed like years.
The front door was hanging open on its busted hinges. I could see it from the kitchen. But there was a screen door. I listened closely to pick up any signs of battle outside. Screaming. Gunfire. There was nothing. Not even the sound of crickets.
I suddenly had a craving for a Twinkie. Wait. This was a severe case of deja vu. I remembered that exact moment. It was when I was still alone. Before I had to fight off Earl and his two bitches. Before I met the beautiful Alexa.
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