I pushed her back against the desk, she looked up at me as I did so, and I held a finger to my lips, turned, and locked the door to the office. I turned and drew the blinds over the windows looking out into the hallway. I saw my security out there grinning as they got a double eyeful of Jeans assets. Damn Army boys! No respect! I shook my head at them in mock disgust and they saluted me laughing openly. My eyes rolled as I rotated the blinds to their closed - no see me position. Then I turned and my jaw hit the floor. She was already naked. Damn it she had stripped while I was hiding us from prying eyes. Jesus. Okay, okay, get on it, I thought as I closed with her, removing guns, clothing, more guns, grenades and more clothing.
"Come here, Lover," she murmured crooking a finger in my direction wiggling it. Oh I came. Oh, boy did I cum.
*****
DAY 7: 1400 ET
The Reverend Jeremiah was excited. A tall thin man with scraggly beard in his mid 50's, he was already starting to go bald and habitual tendency to scratch himself had left rash like patches all over his exposed skin. Many would think he was diseased by the look of its pocked surface, but in reality he wasn't. He had petitioned to hold a full service this afternoon on their seventh day of deliverance, and it had been granted. Many would come to hear the Lord's Word. He felt he had been ready for this his whole life. It was time for the people to correct their ways and get back on the straight and narrow. He didn't appreciate being told that his sermon must be non-denominational. He had objected to that of course. He had cited ‘freedom of speech’ and ‘religion’ but gotten nowhere. Those men in charge had been very clear what he did in his own time was his business but what he did for the new colony as a whole would be their choice and that they were made up of many denominations, so if he wanted work parties cancelled so everyone could attend he would obey a few simple rules. Non-denominational and no inflammatory language. Keep it simple and about God's Grace.
He had quickly agreed after that, for he could see that Mexican was getting irritated with him, but what they didn't know wouldn't hurt them until it was too late. His nightly prayer meetings were gaining followers slowly. Only a dozen so far, and many others had left initially after hearing his message but that would change once he had full access to the hundreds if not thousands of survivors by now.
He shuffled the notes he had made, he had read through them at least five times, but would go over them again two more times, for seven was a sacred number to God. This was their last chance in a world filled with sin and adultery and all of their other godless passions. Possibly this was the second coming, but if not, God was granting them redemption in the form of a second chance. It was obvious God was saying, go forth my children and prosper under my laws. But first, they had to correct all the old ways of recent history.
He turned to his daughter who was sitting quietly in the corner. Her white blonde hair cascading down her shoulders and back haloing her face. She was exquisitely beautiful in his eyes and in most others, for he had seen the looks the men were giving her. Even many of the godless women. They couldn't keep their eyes off her.
She was wearing the clothes he had laid out for her. Attempting unsuccessfully to hide the appearance God had given her, for that form was for her husband only to see. Jeremiah would probably choose her husband soon for he had noticed lately her watching some of the men. Since this challenge of the Lord's he had less control over her. She had to participate in work details even against her father's wishes. There had been no recourse. They worked and helped the community or they left. Well, that too was the Lord's way. All would contribute.
"Ashley!" her mother had named her. He had wanted to call her Ash after the bush the Lord set on fire for Moses when he received the Ten Commandments but his wife had insisted on feminizing it. His daughter was the Lord's vessel because Jeremiah and his wife had conceived her through prayer and fasting.
"Yes Father?!" She straightened up smiling brightly. This was not good, for she had developed a bit too well in these last few years. In fact, entirely too well as his wife had to order special upper undergarments for her this last year. She looked like a cow. Well not a full cow, but her breasts bore a semblance to a cow's udders. The rest of her was like it should be. Sometimes he wondered at the whimsical nature of the Lord Jesus Christ because his daughter was so very well endowed, and now that she was an adult it was becoming hard to concentrate around her. Perhaps the Lord was telling him something. Did the Lord want him to take her as a wife? Didn't Abraham do that? He'd have to look it up to be sure but he supposed he could do that, as he really had no objections as he gazed at her. The other men would also understand she was taken and stop looking at her.
He missed his wife. She hadn't taken the vaccine but when he was praying on the night of deliverance, some of the creatures had taken her and he couldn't help until his prayers were complete. The Lord must have decided she had impure thoughts. Why else was she in heaven being judged? Still, she had been so very obedient. He sighed as he looked at his daughter trying unsuccessfully to raise his eyes above her deformed chest. He was a man of God. If he was unable to take his eyes off her upper torso then it was the Lord's will. The Lord Jesus Christ wanted him to look at them. It was a sign.
"Remove your sweatshirt Ashley." She complied, but he saw she was uncomfortable with doing so. Since his wife died, he hadn't allowed her to wear any of her many dresses. They would be too revealing. Thus, she had no need of the special undergarments his wife had to purchase for her. He watched her pull it over her head exposing a narrow flat belly with tight wrappings above it. He had her wrap herself to squash the cow's udders God had given her.
"Yes, Father."
"Remove the wrappings now. I must rewrap them. They have come lose."
"Father they are not lose!"
"Do as I say Daughter!"
"Please! No Father!" her hands were clutching the wrappings as her head tilted down and he could see they were trembling.
"Do as I say or I will switch you!" he was getting angry.
And she did so. Slowly. As the second to last wrap came loose, the rest loosened also and her udders sprung out. Yes, she was deformed, for her breasts were the size of cabbage heads. No, possibly larger with their soft pink centers. It didn't look right on such a slim body. He shook his head as he stood over her.
"I will rewrap them now Ashley, then you will go and do your chores our Governor has set for you."
"Yes, Father." her voice was low and meek and she sounded like she was about to cry with the tremble he heard in it. Still, this needed his attention.
He reached down taking the wrappings from her hands as he crouched, slowly wrapping the sewn together strips of plain cotton cloth around her chest. The backs of his hands slid over her breasts, across her nipples, and he felt her shudder and a tear splashed on his hand. He looked at them before finishing this layer. No, her nipples were not hard yet. During their twenty years of marriage, his wife's nipples had gotten hard only a few times. He liked it when they got hard. He wasn't sure why they hadn't gotten hard all the time with his wife but it must be the Lord's will of course. As an experiment, he again brushed the backs of his fingers once more across her nipples wondering if they would get hard now. They didn't, and Ashley started shaking, crying harder as her hands came up to cover them.
"Father Please! You should not be doing this. It is unnatural. You shouldn't be looking at them that way. Stop this please!" She was sobbing and shaking, more tears splashed down on both their hands.
"Daughter! You will obey me. You are my daughter and if I wish to observe God’s handiwork in my offspring, I will. Now remove your hands as I must finish wrapping you." She did so very reluctantly and it took a minute but finally he was able to cover them, pulling on the wrappings extra hard to try to flatten her breasts down more than usual. To make her appear stocky instead of voluptuous. It didn't work like he intended, they were still too large. Nothing he could do about her hips either even though he was making her wear seve
ral pairs of good thick underpants. She was still too small down there for his taste. Practically no bottom at all. Now his deceased wife had had good hips. Nice and wide of course like they should be, but her breasts had been tiny in comparison to the rest of her. Nothing at all like his daughter’s. Another sign from God obviously.
"There. That's much better. You may put your top on now." She obeyed quickly because she was shivering. Of course, it was cold in here.
Maybe after today's service he would take her as his second wife. It was up to the Lord of course but he liked the idea. After all, it had now been almost a week since he lost his wife so it was time. He would do the ceremony after the service in front of everyone so they would know she was taken. Ashley would be ecstatic of course.
So he told his daughter his plans. She was so happy she couldn't speak, and her eyes widened and leaked more tears. Wonderful! She was beside herself with joy and tonight he would take her treasure instead of taking her other area, as he had so often in the past when his wife was asleep.
*****
Ashley wasn't having a good day. Her father had forced her to expose herself to him again, as he had much too often over the last few years. Mamma had let her explore the internet when father was gone at work and she knew this wasn't a good thing. Just now, he had actually rubbed her sensitive areas. Her nipples. Not once but twice. They were supposed to be hands off to fathers but he did it anyways. She had no idea what to do without mamma here. So with nobody to watch out for her she had let him, and the look on his face had made her ill.
She offered up a silent prayer to God that what her father told her at the end before she left for her duties would not really happen. She loved her father in a remote sense but not like she probably should. There were reasons after all. She was still a virgin in 'that' sense but her backside wasn't because of him. She quickly offered up another silent prayer to God like she often did, in thanks that her father was so small down there that the pain and discomfort was easy to become accustomed to and ignore. Still, it made her shudder in remembrance and she wished for the Knight that God had promised her one night in a dream who would rescue her.
She knew her father was flawed, as was her mother. All people were. For people were not God, but she knew that the gift between her legs that had not been penetrated yet was reserved for her true love. Her knight, according to the Bible. Her knight in shining armor with his long thick lance. She had often dreamed of this knight to strike down her father, during any of his almost nightly trips to her bedroom. Oh, she knew what her father did to her was very wrong, as did her mamma, who never said a word,. But it had been going on for so many years that she had become almost numb to the nightly intrusions. In her dreams, her knight with his shining sword shot fire at her father striking him down. She had the dream often so felt sure it was from God for it had been so realistic. Still, she was feeling depressed as she left the home they were sharing with others for her afternoon work detail, desperately trying to figure out what to do next. The work of digging up potatoes was mind numbing and that didn't help. It just gave her more time to think about the inevitable. What was she going to do?
*****
Major Weston sipped at the mug of cherry juice a very kind and thoughtful nurse in training had just brought him. He was pleased with himself over the visit with the newly arrived Lt. Smith and CWO-3 Hawkins. Weston had been somewhat forced to recount the previous day's activities and his reasons for doing what he did. Surprisingly or perhaps not too surprising both had instantly agreed with him. It was the only logical solution after all. Nobody else fit the part and a well liked, strong individual was needed. The Lt. might be young but he wasn't stupid. Hawkins had been all for it after talking with many of the men from the 53rd, getting the true skinny on events.
Jay was really shaping up to be a first rate leader. Almost every decision flawless, but what Weston really liked is when he didn't know something he kept asking until he found somebody who did. Actually, there were a lot of things about Jay he liked. Even his taste in women and that Cara. Wow! She was a smart one and a little fireball. Weston had been out earlier, half carried and half limping with the help of a cane to check on his men and the colony in general with the solicitous help of the kind and thoughtful nurse they had assigned to him. What he found amazed him. Everything around here was changing so quickly and when asked innocent seeming questions everyone he talked to loved Jay. Or, the Commander, or Gov. as they were calling him. Weston chuckled; even Jay’s women at Cara's direction had transformed and trademarked themselves into a group nobody could possibly mistake for belonging to anyone else. He did have some reservations about the Corporal being one of them but what had happened, happened.
The door opened after a timid knock and the nice nurse in training came in bearing a large steaming pot of water, which she set on the nightstand beside his bed in Jay’s guest bedroom. He looked at it and the washcloth and toiletries including razor she'd laid beside it then back at her raising an eyebrow.
"It's time for your sponge bath, Major." Her cheeks dimpled when she smiled. It was a very lovely look on her. In fact, she was quite lovely to look at in any light. In her mid 30's obviously, with short brown hair framing a tanned face set with equally soft brown eyes she had a motherly look about her that was endearing. Combined with a short trim figure she was very attractive indeed.
"Sponge bath? I have a hole in my shoulder, I'm not a quadriplegic you know Miss Cain. I can bathe myself."
"Sir, Doctors orders."
"Well, tell the good doctor I'm perfectly capable of doing that myself. He should already know."
"But Major. It's part of my training. I've always wanted to be a nurse and this is part of my duties." She had grasped the edge of his gown in preparation of disrobing him for his bath and he had gently but firmly laid his hands on top of hers. He noticed her hands were soft and warm. Her face had transformed with a stricken expression appearing across its lovely features, so he nodded at her. He was exhausted anyways. It had been a long day and he had been hoping for a nap before the church service this late afternoon. He was really looking forward to that service and the opportunity to offer prayers up for the souls of his parents. So he just gave up on trying to resist. She was wringing the sponge out when he closed his eyes. Maybe he could fall asleep during the bath.
He felt the sheet lift and the warm sponge stroke along his right shoulder and the part of his chest that wasn't bandaged. Oh, that felt good. Marvelous even. He heard it being rinsed again then the sponge was again working its warm magic on his belly now, and lower, he coughed lightly, which hurt his shoulder and started trying to think about anything else right now. He had felt himself stirring and it had been so long since he'd been with a woman. He cringed at the thought of an erection in front of this lovely soon to be nurse. Desperately he thought of other things, but it quit working when he felt her fingers lift him down there and clean around that entire area with the warm sponge. He stifled a groan then felt the ends of her short hair grazing his face and her breath touch his cheek and his eyes snapped open. Her face was inches from his, their lips almost touching, and the warmth of her soft smile touched him. Then he felt her hand grip him down there tightly and his eyes widened as her soft warm smile turned to one of mischievousness.
"I'm also training in physical therapy, Sir," she whispered, as her head bent and their lips met.
"Since when? Miss Cain." He whispered back as their lips parted, the kiss having been wonderful.
"Since right now when I decided to, and call me Judy." she responded and lowered her face to his again.
He found his injuries did not prevent him from adequately performing in other areas.
*****
DAY 7: 1530 ET
Corporal Rider hummed to herself as she marked the progress they were achieving on clearing lanes for fire zones with an electronic pen on the large area map displayed on her interactive touch monitor. It was going fairly quickly, and with Miguel hel
ping, they hoped to be completed within another two or three days at the most. She had helped him get the food and supplies together for the Amish refugees and while doing so he had filled her in on the progress of his work crews. She didn't need to write down any notes as he talked, her memory was almost photographic. Earlier she'd had to move slowly for the pain between her legs had been a major irritation but in the last hour, she found it had settled into a soft ache that spread from her groin to her breasts and was heavenly.
She heard a soft step behind her and stood to turn but stayed bent over to finish this last note on the screen when she felt a large hand swat her on her ass. Hard!
"Yay!” It was The Commander of course. Her new man! No, her only Man! Literally and physically, she swarmed up his body, her arms around his neck and her legs wrapped around his waist as her face pressed against his kissing him hard as she bounced up and down in his arms.
"Whoa, wow! Hey LSS." He kissed her back passionately as his hands partially supported her by holding onto her ass. She wrapped her arms tighter around him hungrily devouring his lips then whispered.
"Lock the door Commander."
"What? Why?" But he did as she asked while carrying her and with one hand, she pulled down the small black halter Cara had picked out for her and rubbed her breasts across his face. Her nipples were still sore as was the rest of her but she wanted her man and wanted him now!
"Wait. Mmmfff. Damn it. Ahhhh. Shit woman." She felt herself thrown down on the console again as he spoke then his hands were tearing at her clothing ripping her belt off and jerking her pants up with her legs over her shoulders. Oh my God, this was going to hurt, she thought to herself with an inward smile. She was still really sore and very swollen but she wanted to feel him inside her again. She just couldn't get enough. She was busy trying to unbuckle his weapons harness but he slapped her hands away holding them over her head as he leaned into her.
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