Her rage was the reason she had been beat up in school, slammed to the concrete by police and zip tied then ultimately raped in the gang she used to belong to. It was the rape that made her finally try to temper it down. That sucked. Well it wasn't her gang, it was a competing gang, but she had run her mouth then got physical with them. She was strong, very strong for her size but not strong enough to fight six boys. For boys they were who would rape a girl at fourteen. A real man took his woman and used her thoroughly while making damn sure she got equal in return. That was a man. That was mi hombre. Her Man! Well their Man! Oh, St. Mary she was horny but still bleeding out like a whacked chicken. God must hate me, she thought. That time of the month comes and her man gets more women. She was quite sure that if it had held off another week he would only have three now instead of four. Oh, she knew he had been lusting after her new sister Jean from the moment he laid eyes on her. That was as obvious as the sun rising in the morning. She knew that was coming and was prepared for it. This soldier girl caught her by surprise though. She fully remembered her reaction.
"You are sure hermana?" she had said to Jean. She was trying really hard to control her anger.
"Yes, Cara."
"Hermana, call me sister or sis or sissy like you did before. We are with the same hombre ahora." She was strict about that. It wasn't unheard of after all for a strong man to have many wives or lovers. Most women sought out the strongest man. But, the man must be able to satisfy his woman. This was paramount. So far, she had no complaints at all, having been used very thoroughly by this man she was fast coming to love with all her heart. A true man. Not some five-inch wimp like the several who had raped her in the past.
So he had another woman. ¡Dios mío. She thought. My God. But no big deal really, after all if he could keep her satisfied then obviously, it was okay. For now, and when he stopped satisfying her then the tides would change for sure and he would either eliminate a couple of her sisters or she would find someone else ... Maybe. She was honestly in love though and it was hard to think in the old ways. If she were forced to use her fingers then and only then she would think about it. In the meantime she, no they, had to make sure he knew he had women. That his mind didn't drift. He was a man after all and men loved to chase after the prettiest. So his girls had to be obvious about it to him, and to everyone around. Or three or four would turn into six or ten or who knew how many. She gagged at the thought.
"Yes, sissy."
"You understand the problema, yes?"
"Problem? I'm not sure. You want more time with him than me?" It was obvious this new sister was confused. So she explained.
"No hermana. Not what I mean. Let me explain, ¡por favor." She saw Jean nod and pulling on her hands guided her to two side-by-side chairs where they sat. She took a deep breath and calmed herself. Letting go of the anger and jealousy. It was hard.
"Hermana. I am only eighteen but I am very wise in the men. No, do not look at me like that. I am not a puta." she had seen Jeans eyes widen.
"I never thought you were."
"Good! History hermana. In the Spanish community, many men take mistresses behind their esposas, or you say, hmm, wife. They take a mujer behind her back. Por qué,? Because their esposas did not satisfy them. In the old days, this was okay but it is old thinking ways. No es bueno, I believe. Well okay. Some men need more than one woman because a macho man can outlast most women. But to keep a strong hombre you must be strong yourself and make sure your man is satisfied. This is the old way. The way that has been successful for generations upon generations. I explain more hermana. Bridget, we knew our man would make you his. It was all over his face and body every time he was a close to you." Now Cara released her right hand and reaching up gently caressed Jean’s face then reached back down lifting one of her huge breasts almost bouncing it in her hand before releasing it to grab her hand again.
"You are beautiful and you have enorme pechos, I mean, enormous breasts. You are a good person and caring. He is the leader. Of course, you and he come together. We saw and expect this. It is okay. But let me ask you about this new soldier niña. If hermana Bridget and me had not had our time of month together, and combined with you, we keep our man so satisfied he had nothing left in him, do you think he would have been able to perform with another niña? Would he have been able, if we each used him up as much as we could?" She waited. She saw Jean thinking.
"No. You are right. Even if he wanted to he wouldn't have been able to." Her new sister was understanding.
"Good that tú entiendes."
"But how do we get rid of her? I know she loves him too. I've seen the way she looks at him and I like her a lot."
Cara laughed. It was okay to laugh. It was a release of pent up emotion a psychologist had once told her. Jean joined her and they hugged tightly.
"Oh no, mi amiga, it is okay. Noooo, we will not get rid of her, we will accept her." Instantly she saw relief on Jeans face. Interesting that was. This soldier girl must be special indeed. "Mi punto, amiga is that I am thinking our hombre is not superman, four is enough. Cuatro mujeres who love him, please him is enough for any hombre, you understand?" Now Jean was smiling as she totally got it. "We have to be careful sister," Cara continued, "If we all start our period at the same time each month then how many sisters will we be in six months? Six? Ten? Will our hombre even have time for us then?" She saw that Jean instantly understood and she was glad. Whew.
"Okay what do we do?"
"First my sister, we need to identify ourselves as our man’s women. To do that we need to see this soldier niñas and then go shopping."
"Shopping?"
"Sí. You will see."
So they had. They went to the CAPC and the first thing Cara did after hugging their new sister was to order this Corey. This new hermana of theirs, to strip. Jean and Cara wanted to fully see her, the new sister. She could tell Jean was surprised that this new sister obeyed her. Cara wasn't. She recognized Corey's need for domination and brutally used it. So Corey had stripped after Jean locked the hatch, and yes, she was quite beautiful with a superb figure. Cara sighed. Well so be it. She talked to Corey and yes, the soldier was in love with their man. Why oh why. In the process, though she found she really liked this Marine girl. She was a good person. At least their man picked good ones with heart.
So then, they went shopping. Corey pulled in her replacement, and they went to the clothing rail car. Cara had an idea but she did not see anything she liked. Nothing was matching. It was not good, and then an idea hit her. So they grabbed a half dozen soldiers and went downtown. There was a wedding shop. The perfect place. She found plenty there in the lingerie department that would work. She fitted them all in black halters that matched. It was very important that they dressed similar right now. Everyone needed to know their man had beautiful women and to stay away.
Then she went to work on her new sister. Jean was perfect already and gladly accepted the brief halter and bare midriff look. She loved it. But the overall look this soldier girl had was all wrong. So she undid her hair and brushed it out there in the store. She had beautiful red hair and it haloed around her head when brushed. Then loosened her camouflage pants pulling them down several inches to her hips. Then she took her jacket top and tied it off under her breasts. There. That would work. They looked at each other in the full-length mirrors side by side and smiled. Oh yeah they totally rocked! The male soldiers guarding them were standing around with open mouths. They may all be a zombie’s lunch within two weeks but if so then they would be a delicious one. Cara was very satisfied.
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Chapter 15
DAY 7: 1300 ET
Damn! The zombies were multiplying. I can't believe how much ammunition we used up getting rid of the last few. From the start of our attack, they immediately headed into the woods on either side. Definitely getting smarter, this sucked. We had to follow them of course because otherwise they would circle around during the night. We almost lost four men in there
. They were mauled a bit but would survive. Damn things got out of sight and would just stop if followed. Standing motionless and since they don't breathe they're really hard to see in many instances.
I did have an idea on the ammunition though. Not the long-term plan that I was keeping very close to my vest but a right now plan. I called MSgt Trask over as we waited for the last hunt and destroy parties to come out of the woods.
"Top. Let me run one by you."
"Yes, Commander?"
"You ever shoot a crossbow?"
"Of course, Sir. Did some hunting with one in the Dakota's."
"Well, I have this idea. We're using a huge amount of ammunition killing these things and while I have a long-term plan to solve that, it's not doable right now without additional equipment. I have two crossbows. We picked up another eight from Parsleys and I think we've found four in our scavenging."
"Eleven, Sir."
"Eleven?" That didn't make sense. When I added them up, I came up with twelve.
"Yes Sir, we found a total of eleven so far in our scavenging, not four."
"Oh."
"Yes Sir, so that brings the count to twenty-one all told. One might be a little weak for our purposes, so say twenty, which would make two heavy squads of hunter parties. And we must have thousands of bolts for them and a ton of extra strings. We'll do some practice this afternoon and I'll send the teams out to start taking them down from the sides later this afternoon." he was smiling at me. I really hated the whole mind reading act.
"Sergeant!"
"Yes Sir."
"Quit reading my damn mind!"
"Aye aye Commander. Wouldn't think of it Sir." Darin was chuckling.
"Do it Number One!" My little reference to Star Trek Next Generation. It just fit.
The Sergeant flipped me a salute and headed off to check on the injured again. I grabbed my security and headed back to the compound. I needed to see Miguel.
"Miguel!" I exclaimed as I barged into their small office. Both he and Jean had laptops open and were busy typing away. She gave me a huge smile and I winked at her then watched her lick her lips. Down boy, I thought to myself as I felt something growing. I needed a shower also before I attacked her again. Even I could smell LSS on me.
"Sí Señor Jay." he smiled at me too but his smile had entirely different connotations.
"How's 72nd between here and the Amish farms?"
"Still light to moderate in zombies if that's what you mean Señor. It's still passable."
"Good. Listen with these new refugees and army units that arrived today we can't bring the three-hundred or so Amish refugees in until we clear out more houses. The men and women need a little more time. I want you to put together a semi-load of food for them. Enough to last a couple of weeks or so and get it to them. Grab whatever military resources you need and do it."
"Good idea Señor. I thinking we can put about a month's supply in a semi and it's over five-hundred refugees, not three-hundred." he smiled wider at that.
"Wow! That's great news!"
"Sí. I thought so too. I will head out now and start loading a trailer up Señor Jay. It should be on its way within two hours."
"Excellent! Thanks again Miguel."
"Oh Señor you are very welcome but it is one of those things that needs doing." he was smiling wider. He loved saving people, as did I. A good man. A very good man.
"One last thing Señor."
"Yeah?"
"It is fine to keep them for now in buildings and homes but soon it will get cold and they need heat. Some of the casas have wood stoves but most do not and they cannot survive there through winter."
Oh, man. I hadn't forgotten and the days had been so warm it wasn't a big deal right now but within a month, it would be very cold. I knew what to do but they wouldn't like it. Yeah, I had thought of this.
"Well, I have a plan of course, Miguel. But they're not going to like it. It will be hard work but it's achievable."
"Care to share Señor Jay?"
"Let's just say start making a note of who has electrical skills like you’re already doing but specifically linemen or ex-linemen."
"You mean power company men?"
"Yeah. I've an idea on how to bring power in to light us up." I had been holding this one really damn close to my chest. Michael was the only one who knew from our gaming exercises. But we might also have to make another fuel farm run for diesel. Damn it! Everything was getting complicated. But it was possible. The Croaton Dam was only five miles away along the Muskegon River and the Hardy Dam was only a few miles upstream of that and both were hydro power generating dams with the turbines and generators still in place albeit powered down.
Back in the 30's and earlier they had supplied this entire area with electric power while upgrading constantly through the 50's and I was about to bring them back online, but didn't want everyone to get their hopes up yet. I knew the generators and turbines were still in place, and rotating but the generators had been decoupled from the turbines in the spillways. Due to government regulations, they had long life thirty year bearings with mandatory spares. I wasn't worried so much about having power. I was worried about getting it to us.
Decommissioning a power plant is super expensive, time consuming and with Federal EPA regulations, if you decommission a plant you have to replace it with something more modern. This was a bitch so most didn't and in our case that had never actually been done at the dams. Michael and I had checked. Instead, they simply stopped producing power but all the equipment was still in place. It was much cheaper to buy power from Canada through the Upper Peninsula than produce it locally anymore. Canadian rates were cheaper than the $45/hr union rates our guys got. Hell, I knew of a several cities around here that had old, non-decommissioned power plants that ran on natural gas straight out of the ground through filters. Just like the Russians do right now. Or maybe did right now. I really wasn't sure how many Russians were left. From the military reports we were receiving they had stepped in it big time. Lots of crap from China and India in the nuclear arena. But there was one power plant locally that ran off Natural Gas in Hesperia and another in Hart which was forty-five minutes away.
"Okay Señor, we'll make a note of it. We know the electricians but I didn't think to ask about these Linemen." he looked down in irritation then brightened. "But I trust you Señor. Your plans have a habit of actually working muy bein, which most can't say, so it will get done. We will come up with a list for you." I nodded at his words.
"Miguel. Do you need my help with the supplies to the Amish?" This came from Jean who was starting to get up.
"No, no, Señorita I will take care of it. Usted muestra Jay las cifras que he llegado con por favor y el plan de vivienda."
"Of course, I can show Jay, the housing plan." she replied.
Miguel grabbed his coat and took off closing the door behind him. I was alone with Jean. She instantly came to me melting in my arms. Oh man, that kiss was fantastic and those tits pushing into me in that tiny halter-top were arousing the hell out of me. She wrapped her right leg around my left thigh and started rubbing her upper and lower body against mine. Uh oh. The monster was totally on the loose now and getting bigger by the half second.
"We didn't finish something this morning. I'm feeling neglected." Oh boy. I coughed slightly embarrassed.
"Well I'm filthy baby; I really need to take a quick shower." Not sure, but I might have pleaded. If I stripped, she would know I'd been with one of my girls from the smell and I was trying to be careful about that with extra micro quick showers. She laughed at my words. What the hell?
"Lover. I know you've been with Corey. Cara and I talked to her earlier. It's okay, baby. We decided on how to handle you." Now she was smiling at me. A huge shit-eating grin. I felt exactly like a deer caught in a spotlight. Uhm.
"I see. So that explains the wardrobe I take it?" I had wondered. They looked way too coordinated for it to be mere chance.
"Yes, you like? I think
it's cute and sexy and sets us apart from others," she paused "you know, your women apart from the others you might be tempted to ... spend time with," she paused again, "or acquire in your times of need." She was obviously proud of herself and what they came up with. What could I say?
"Uhm." I was almost speechless. "Look. I'm not taking anyone else baby. I love you girls. I don't have the time anyways. You’re slandering me babe!"
"Ha! No, I don't think so. You didn't really have time for Corey; your little LSS is it? We think if you’re neglected you'll find the time. You've proven that." She touched the center of my chest with a delicate finger her body leaning back slightly but not leaving mine. "So we will simply have to take care of our man before there are ten of us." She let a small giggle out but wasn't finished speaking. "Cara is completely correct in that, and our outfits will let other women know we are yours and hands off our man." Now, she out-right laughed.
I think my eyes may have crossed at that point. Ten? Like that could possibly happen, but ten? Well, I mean. Sure, I had noticed a few women walking around that were super cute and giving me the eye. What man wouldn't, but I'd never. Well, I mean, seriously unlikely that I'd... I paused in my thinking. Okay, I saw their point. I shrugged and pulled her tightly to me. Her smile widened. I kissed her hard tasting her thoroughly my hands sliding down to her waist gripping her hips and ground her pelvis into mine. Mr. Monster was up and about, large enough already to make a major impression against her and I swear she purred into my mouth during our kiss. I felt her hand slide down, between us, and rub on the big guy. Okay it was for sure on. I slid my hands up her back under her halter then around to cup her huge breasts and flipped it up in one movement exposing their mass to my eager mouth, which reluctantly left her sweet lips.
Mmm, I sucked each nipple hard, as my upper body hunched forward. Yes, those nipples were rock hard. God I was horny again. I think I'm defective. I heard her moan loudly.
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