*****
"Sir, we have a fix on that cellular signal." Corporal Rider looked up from the brightly lit mapping screen. The CAPC was over crowded with six crew and two extras. Her words were addressed to the black clad figure standing over her shoulder. Thirty seconds previously, he had been standing over Jerry's shoulder. He rarely stopped moving, and was always pacing. Glancing down, his normally expressionless face showing interest for the first time since she had met him.
"Where?!"
“N43 17.55101 W85 4.88568," she paused, "Slightly to our east, Sir. About forty kilometers and slightly north."
"Excellent. Show me the latest update on guard positions."
She hit a few buttons on her keyboard then superimposed another screen over the first from another console, then entered a macro she had created earlier to mesh them together seamlessly. He bent down to look.
To say she was good at her job was an understatement. With an IQ of 170, technically she was a genius. A fact she had received so much grief over she'd rather forget. Like her body. She hated it. All through High School, she had blended in with the geeks. In Pittsburgh, this wasn't necessarily a bad thing. There were enough geeks where she could disappear in their midst. Then in her last year of High School, her body started developing. Really developing. A late growth spurt her mother had called it. Her breasts went from a double A to large C within months and her hips thickened a few inches at the same time filling out her ass. Suddenly she was getting attention. Major unwanted attention, from both the boys, and some of the girls. It wasn't good.
She had narrowly avoided being raped by a couple of her best male geek friends. Just because they always hung out to do calculus, didn't mean she was suddenly their toy. So she had taken measures to disguise herself. She bought sports bras designed not so much to support and enhance but to support and flatten. She wore heavy skirts even in the summer making her ass look much bigger than it actually was and she never wore makeup. Ever! She kept her hair in a tight bun and tried not to smile. Her lips had filled out also when the rest of her did.
Her mom had been so angry. Well, her mom was angry all the time. Dad had taken off when she was an eight-year-old kid in pigtails and mom had been forced to work two jobs to support them. She had no clue whether her dad was alive or not, only that he never contacted them or sent any support. She hadn't heard from him since the day before he left them in fact. But with her mother having to buy new clothes that fit Corey's new body, and then having to buy more to disguise herself had sent mom over the edge. Corey had been forced to visit all the local Goodwill stores looking for hand-me-downs. That was okay though because she had found many older style pieces and suddenly she was a geek again. She loved puppy dogs and people with common sense, something she found to be in very short supply with most people. Guys? Well, no guys of course. They scared the heck out of her and most were mean or too demanding and pushy. Yes, she was still a virgin. Well, with men that is. She had experimented quite a bit with same sex in her A school after boot camp but she always assumed someday she would get married and have children of her own. Well one child maybe. But it was a distant thought she wasn't too concerned with. Having sex scared the hell out of her. Josie, one of her best friends had gotten pregnant way too young and it ruined her life. Corey wasn't looking forward to that kind of life at all.
She had joined the Marine Corps on her 18th birthday. Oh, there had been plenty of local scholarships offered to one of her intelligence and grade point average but she refused them. It would have meant staying in Pittsburgh. Things were coming apart there as most were starting to see through her disguise. At the testing center after seeing her scores, they had wanted her to go to Officers Candidate School and that meant Annapolis. She wasn't interested in that either. Yet. Maybe after a year or two when she figured out what she wanted to be. Right now, she just wanted to be anonymous. Therefore, she had selected Command and Control Technician. A fancy name for a computer jockey in an Armored Personnel Carrier. Seemed kinda safe yet close to any action. The military was really good at fancy names. Small minds and dicks and big ego's she figured. But it suited her and had been okay for over a year. Then the virus hit them. Now things were really bad and getting worse.
"Mark that unit there." Richards pointed, his finger stretched out selecting one of the green triangles that had appeared. "Contact them through Flash. Use this designator." He handed her a slip of paper indicating the third one down. She saw the paper had quite a few designators on it. The third one down was Atlantic Command. The one above it was JCOS. This was totally wrong.
"Sir. I cannot. That's not only highly illegal and treasonous it's against every regulation we have. We are not Atlantic command. They are in Charleston." She was officially scared. He shouldn't have these designators or the code signals next to them, which changed daily she knew. Some changed hourly, but he always kicked them out of the CAPC for an hour or so every night, and this paper had come from her printer.
"Corporal just do what you’re told. It's above your pay grade." The looming figure snarled down at her. She turned further looking in desperation at her COIC, Lt. Brewer who commanded them. "Sir," she squeaked totally terrified. This was way above her pay grade as the man said.
"Excuse me, Richards." Lieutenant Brewer was a small bookish man but he had guts. He was also an extreme asshole who had given her more than her share of grief. He hated that she was a lot smarter than he was and always gave her extra duties. However, he knew this wasn't regular procedure and as she had indicated, it was actually an act of treason. He was concerned and angry.
"This is treason, Richards. I can't have my people do this. Even in a state of emergency, it's illegal and deceptive to our units and as Cpl Rider said, is punishable as treason.”
The man they called Richards looked at him.
"Do what you’re told Lieutenant. I won't tell you twice. You’re under my command and field protocols apply."
Lieutenant Brewer slowly nodded and turned to Corporal Rider. He was smiling. "Raise command. I need verifica...”
"CRACK." The sound was deafening as the Lieutenants forehead expanded outward, briefly giving the illusion of Neanderthal heritage. The right side of his head pushing inward and an explosion of blood and brains spewed out the left side of the skull as his body arced over against the console he was standing beside. She felt the spray of blood and matter strike her face with a hot splash as she back peddled out of her chair trying to put distance between herself and the corpse sliding to the floor.
"Oh My God, Oh My God!!" she whimpered as she came to rest against the drivers compartment sliding downward, hugging her knees to her chest. She saw Lance Corporal Jerry Edwards Lurch upright in shock then reach for his M4 nestled in its upright weapons cradle by the door.
"CRACK CRACK!" Two bright red spots appeared on Jerry's back as he was thrown against the bulkhead next to the outside door. He collapsed by the dead Lieutenant as bright red blood spewed from his mouth.
She looked at the man they called Richards and saw the dark maw of his service automatic pointing between her eyes. He grinned coldly at her.
"So, Corporal. Are you going to do as I asked? Or will I have to drag out three bodies instead of two?"
"Yes, Sir. Right away, Sir." Bile rose in her throat but she swallowed it down quickly.
"Good. Flash traffic as follows. Proceed with all haste to given coordinates, STOP. Identify and secure person of interest while securing all other non-combatants in the vicinity and evacuate to nearest refugee center, STOP. Upon completion of objective radio command vehicle for further instructions, STOP. Append our vehicle identification to that and call sign."
"Yes, Sir." She got busy typing.
*****
DAY 3: 1900
The alarm had only been more of the creatures. Two in fact that had only wandered down the driveway in search of a meal. I could see the disappointment in Wayne's face as we crouched at the window looking out. I walked out with my mac
hete and dispatched them. No sense in firing off our guns and alerting more. Off in the distance, coming from the direction of Pete's house we heard firing. Single-spaced out shots. Someone was shooting by moonlight. Now that took skill.
The kids were settled down in the main room but most managed to say ‘Hi’, or were talking to the girls when we came back in. All the kids were fitting in well together. It helps to be of similar ages for sure. We had taken longer than expected and down in the retreat we had somewhat settled on an early rise early to bed routine. It was only seven in the evening, yet I was exhausted. Still I followed my nightly routine and went to the kids first. Emma gave me sleepy kisses, as did Clarissa and Paul. God I loved these kids. I really needed to have a talk with Michael about Becky and this whole lack of common sense thing she had going on. I didn't want to die out of the stupidity of someone else and leave my kids defenseless. Momma Jean had given the girls new toothbrushes and they were now brushing their teeth. Good again. I had stockpiled just about everything and it was being put to good use.
Becky had made up two beds for the girls off to one side next to the line of children. Oh hell NO! I swatted Danielle on the ass firmly and pointed her to one of the beds. She was more than happy to go to it lying down. Bridget's hand I grabbed as she started to follow. I had plans for her. "Night everyone!" I grinned and pulled her along with me to my little bedroom. She followed without having to be tugged more than once. God I hoped this wasn't rape. Becky didn't look at me but at least I wasn't getting a dirty look from her. She seemed resigned.
Once Bridget and I were in the side room I was using as my new bedroom I closed the curtain we had rigged up on all the side rooms and turned to her whispering.
"Look Bridget. You don't have to do this. But if you stay in here with me I fully intend to fuck the hell out of you." I said, in a low voice without mincing words. I didn't want the others too exactly overhear us. She smiled and came into my arms her head lifted. I kissed her hard my arms pulling her tight against me. My right hand slid down her back to grab her firm ass hard. She pulled back far enough to whisper "Shhhhh". I pulled her down to the mattress I had made out of two comforters and turned the lamp down.
She was soft in all the right places. Her firm young breasts were full and heavy in my hands as I stripped the sweats off her then holding them. Her nipples hard as tiny buttons. I heard her breath quicken as my callused hands roamed her body. I quickly stripped my clothes off and her naked body lay half under mine. I kissed her again hungrily as my mouth moved to her neck gliding over its velvety softness to the upper slopes of her breasts, then dipping downward as my tongue encircled each nipple in turn. If it was possible for them to get harder they did, I swear. She was obviously turned on. Her legs spread under me as I rolled over covering her body completely with mine as her hands pulled at my lower back trying to draw me into her. Oh, what the hell, I thought and slid my hand down grabbing my cock by its thick shaft while moving it up and down as I rubbed the large head against her tiny slick opening.
She was already wet and I pushed in, the bulbous head with its thick shaft separating her pussy lips and sliding inward. I rolled back and forth between her thighs thrusting harder, feeling myself sink into her about half way. Damn that was some tight pussy, I thought, feeling it's hot wetness grip me hard as I stretched it out making room for my thick cock. She moaned under me her back arching, head thrashing back and forth, as I started moving in and out, fucking that tight little box she had. God it had a grip from hell. It was all I could do to keep from cumming. It had been too long since the last time I had sex, so my resistance was low. I pushed in another inch and I felt her tense then spasm as she came for me. I covered her mouth with my hand. She was just a bit loud or trying to be. I smiled and continued stroking in and out of this fine piece of ass.
It took awhile but I finally managed to work it all the way in. Damn she was a tiny girl so it took a bit! She squealed under my hand as my eight inches rocked into her hard, again and again her tiny hands fluttering, then beating against my shoulders, as I swear to God she came twice more before I couldn't hold off any longer. With a smothered groan, I dropped my hot load inside her, my hips thrusting hard and fast while hers pushed upward to meet mine. We came together in a final explosion of pleasure.
I lay on top of her catching my breath. Wow! Well any sex is good sex but this stuff was GREAT! I rolled over pulling her on top of me, my length still inside her tight sex and just held her against me. Her arms wrapped around me and her face was against mine as she kissed me over and over again. I glanced at the mechanical travel alarm sitting next to the lantern and frowned seeing that less than forty-five minutes had passed since I stripped her naked. Damn it, I was getting old. What the hell! Only forty-five minutes?
"Hey, no frowning." she whispered grinning down at me. Her hips wiggled and I felt myself move inside her. "That was the best I ever had," she continued. Yeah I get that a lot. No shit, but it was almost funny that many of the girls I knew rarely came or never came with previous lovers or husbands. I had wondered if it was endemic of the male population of our species to suck as lovers on average.
"Yeah?"
"Yeah. I'm not just saying that, Jay. That was the best! You saved our lives and I would have had sex with you anyways just for that, but this was intense and awesome! I never imagined I could cum three times. I never have before. Sometimes twice but I always have to help myself get that second one with my toy. But you! Jay, you made me and you didn't hurt me. Well, you did but only at the right time. You made me sore. I can't remember the last time I was sore. Baby, I’d do it again.”
I kissed her again grinning. I had heard it before but it was still nice to hear. I held her tightly with my cock still embedded within her tight pussy and we fell asleep like that, her head on my chest. Holding each other.
I woke up in the middle of the night with another hard-on. I'm not sure at what time. She was still laying on top of me, head nestled between my pectorals but my cock had slipped out of her. My thighs felt sticky but that didn't stop me from rolling her over and shoving it in again. I didn't speak. I didn't ask. I just took it! She only came twice before I did that time. I'd have to work on that, but in my defense I was tired and in a hurry. Damn, I really needed to get some sleep. Still a man had to have priorities. I wished I could light up a cigar to truly enjoy the moment but didn't in the retreat. I hadn't gotten around to installing an air filtration system yet. Oh well, so I did the next best thing and wrapped my arms tightly around her after pulling a blanket over us.
*****
Chapter 6
DAY 4: 0700 ET
I awoke bleary eyed to Bridget curled against me. Her soft curves fitting against me in all the right places. She was certainly addictive for I wanted it again and felt my cock stirring to life. I was getting ready to roll her over and wake her up for some morning sex when I heard the curtain swish and a throat cleared itself just on the other side. Rolling over on my back I sat up, the blankets bunched around my waist.
"Enter." I said.
Becky entered looking sheepish. She glanced at Bridget who was trying to wake up and had raised herself up on one elbow, her beautiful tits with their pink nipples poking straight out, but was still more asleep than awake. I didn't bother trying to cover Bridget as I could care less if someone saw her naked, I simply frowned at Becky wondering what time it was.
"It's seven in the morning." Becky said, obviously reading my mind. Damn women. Most had that cursed mind reading gift. Becky smiled as she looked at the two of us. She opened her mouth, closed it then opened it again and continued speaking. "Jay. I'm sorry for the last couple of days. I know I've been acting stupid and putting my own feelings and emotions over everyone else's. Michael helped me realize that. I honestly do realize I got dumb a couple of times. It won't be a habit I promise. This is just almost too much for me but I'm better. Please forgive a woman being a woman." She smiled again and waited. I sighed.
"Okay
, Becky. I do understand. I know it's tough right now. Things have gone all to hell and most of the people in America; hell, most of the people on earth are dead. You have a right to fall apart. You’re forgiven. Just please don't let it happen often. Sorry but I'm worried about us surviving and you were starting to scare the hell out of me. With this whole Michael glom thing and puritan outlook that was honestly putting us at risk." I looked at her firmly. "You were becoming a liability and I didn't want that. We've known each other for years but our kids and survival come first. Always," I continued but in a softer voice, "Look. We all need to start thinking about our survival. The old conventions are a thing of the past for now. We can't be worried about individuals, or nudity or anything that was part of our old culture. Our old way of life is over. I really have a feeling that only the strong will survive and maybe not even then. You can lick all the gore you want off your husband's face after our world and kids are protected." I finished, sighing. I was glad she came to me first instead of me going to them and laying out an ultimatum. She really had gotten stupid on us twice. The events caught up to me and my throat tightened.
"I understand Jay, and no more gore licking." She gave a short laugh then smiled while getting on her knees to hug both of us tightly. The covers were still around Bridget's waist and her glorious tits were displayed for all the faces I saw peering around the curtain. Evidently, my apparent concern over Becky's obvious behavior had alerted everyone. "Okay, I'll leave you two alone." She said, as she left.
I shook my head and swatted Bridget's ass as she rolled over on her belly after the hug, the blanket riding down to her upper thighs. Way too tempting a target. Yeah I have that whole chick’s ass swatting thing going on. For some reason I enjoyed it. It just seemed natural and felt good to my hand. Then again, maybe it was my hand against the velvety skin of her ass I really enjoyed. Hmm, a philosophical question I'd have to explore later. I stood up naked and started pulling on sweats; I motioned for Bridget to do the same. I needed another shower.
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