"Oh my God Commander!" She screeched as he slid into her. Oh, it hurt. It hurt bad, but in a good way. A very good way, and she howled, cumming almost instantly as he thrust his huge length into her. She tried to claw at his hands but he had hers gripped tightly. He didn't slow down at all either. He sped up and she found herself cumming again, screaming again and again as waves of pleasure rippled through her body. Then she felt his hot cum explode inside her and that set her off again. After a few minutes, she whimpered softly against him as he finally slowed and lay on her then kissed the side of her face.
"That take care of you for a couple hours, LSS?" He was being sarcastic but in a good way. She loved it.
"Yes Sir, Commander. I'll let you know when you’re needed again." she was still out of breath but was able to tease him back.
"Jesus! You women are gonna kill me."
"Not likely Commander. You're like the energizer bunny we're thinking." Holy cow she was sore. Painfully so. It might take a bit to get over this one. She wiggled slightly but he hadn't released her yet. In fact, he was licking her hard nipples, his length still inside her raw and very swollen pussy and moving slightly. She started to get worried.
"Ha. I'm worn out." But his cock was slowly starting to move back and forth again and her eyes widened.
"Ahh no please, Sir. I can't again. Not right now. I need a minute. Please, Sir!" She was getting almost frantic and was starting to beat her hands against his broad chest because she could feel him getting harder again within her and it was painful. She squirmed.
"Oh fine, LSS. I was only kidding anyways." He joked as he released her and pulled out, but she was pretty sure he had been prepared to continue for who knew how long. He was the energizer bunny with a big dick. She moaned as she rolled over and pulled her clothing back up. She would be limping after this one for sure.
"Okay, fill me in LSS." he was stuffing himself away and she gazed longingly at him. Wanting him again but unable to fulfill that wish. So she did as he asked. She filled him in on all their progress up to date. He nodded throughout and asked a few pointed questions but another thing she really liked about him was he got it. He was very smart and understood things that were told him and didn't ask stupid or repeat questions. Before leaving, he kissed her again embracing her tightly then swatted her ass before leaving. She loved it.
*****
I should know better than to think I was hiding anything as the moment I opened the hatch I was greeted with more clapping, head nods, and smiles.
"Doesn't anyone have anything to do around here?!" I hollered, my face burning a little.
"Just waiting on you, Sir." It was Top and he was smiling while shaking his head at me. Yeah I know, but what can I say? "Sir, you might try gagging her next time. She's really quite loud you know?"
"Right. Been thinking that, Top." Actually, I did know she was loud. Some women just can't be quiet though and I had been thinking of a gag. "Watcha got?"
"I have the hunter groups picked out and we trained for a couple hours on the bows. Would you like to see?"
"Damn right, lead on." Not that I didn't trust him. I trusted him one-hundred percent with my life and those of my children and he knew it, but I loved my crossbows and wanted to see how the men were doing before we would be going out into harm's way with them.
They had a small archery range set up near the river but not pointed at it in case of a loose shot. Even with thousands of bolts, we didn't want to lose a single one. They would be gone soon enough regardless. The arrayed men looked competent and I noticed they were from all 53rd Guard units. Each loosed off three bolts while re-cocking within seconds and I was very pleased to see all hitting the red painted bulls’ eye on the bales of straw set up. Straw was plentiful. We had a ton of it from nearby farms. When they finished, I walked down their line shaking each man's hand and telling them how proud I was of them and how dangerous their job would be yet critically vital. They got it and smiled back at me. I stood back and addressed them and the Sergeant.
"Men. I've decided to use you as the first wave this evening when we go after the group that attacked us. They are all dead but there are a lot of children there and from what The Reaper’s telling me, also some women are either captives or not part of their attacking force. People like this have a bad repetitive habit of slaughtering innocents around them when cornered. I expect this to be a surgical strike. You men will be responsible for taking out their sentries that are not within sight of their main combatants. It's imperative my snipers, myself and The Reaper get set up against them before all hell breaks loose. Remember Waco Texas. Think Ruby Ridge." I saw all nodding and heard muttering amongst them.
I had spent some time a bit ago with Jason and the Sergeant, going over the plan. Jason had drawn out a rough diagram of their compound and we had divided it up into sniper fields like an inverted hourglass. My men and I would strike right to left within our sectors of angles. It was a typical sniper plan for a multiple ambush and usually worked out pretty good, mainly for its simplicity. Our sectors would overlap some but by everyone working right to left within them, we wouldn't be hitting the same targets.
"Remember men, there will be no prisoners. This is a hard lesson and we'll leave the bodies lie where they fall. Top has tasked a larger group to run in the moment we start firing to pick off anyone we miss or didn't see. I'm sure we won't get to all of them so he'll be busy. Anyone here going to the service that's about to start?"
All had raised their hands. I was proud of them. Deadly and God fearing. We needed more of them. The service would be starting at 1630, or 4:30 p.m. for those not military minded. I was looking forward to hearing it and immediately after the half hour service, we would head out and take care of these Utari assholes right at dusk when they least expected it. I glanced around and saw the grounds were packed. The service would be held inside the main granary sorting area to allow everyone to be included. We would all stand. There were too many of us to sit and we didn't have the chairs anyways. Something would have to be figured out because I felt services were important, which is why I had given my blessing with strict conditions. I grabbed my chromed 9mm with a shoulder holster just in case, my old NCO school Sgt. Majors' warnings were a hard habit to break. I wouldn't need it though I was quite sure.
Someone hugged me from behind. It was my little Cara. God I missed the hell out of her and wanted her in my arms even though I was currently running on empty and unable to perform. Well it had only been maybe a day since we were last together but it seemed like forever. I lifted her up by her waist and kissed her hard savoring her tiny sweet lips.
"Damn I missed you baby."
"Me too mi hombre." She whispered back giving as good as or better than she was getting, her hands playing in my hair and knocking my cap off. "Now set me down you big man!" she was laughing though. I set her down carefully. She was like lit dynamite when she got on a roll.
Jean was beside her so I grabbed and kissed her too, which she returned with fervor. As I was munching on her, my LSS showed up and I loved on her some too. She was limping a bit and I didn't bother to hide my grin seeing that. I saw the other two girls notice and smile at her. They all knew. I was a lucky man.
"Where's Bridget?"
"I don't know. I have not seen her all day. We had a stupid fight and she is sulking." Cara shrugged. I understood her position. Neither she nor I had time for stupidity.
"Where are your children, Jean?"
"They’re with my parents and are running late. Momma wanted to wear her best dress." Jean laughed lightly her voice sounding like tiny golden tinkles.
"Okay, well let's go to the service girls. I wrapped my arms around all three, which was kind of a feat and we strolled in taking our places at the front. I saw Miguel and his Rosita next to us and Pete with Sandy and Michael with Becky next to them along. Then Wayne and Momma Jean with Jean’s kids before them near the back. Even The Reaper was here and he nodded at us. My kids were with him and they
hugged all of us tightly before standing before us while Jason stood slightly behind. We were all here. I smiled and waited for it to begin.
*****
Ashley was shaking for she was scared witless. Earlier, one of her father's female followers had brushed her hair out until the static charge made it float around her head in a huge mass. Then her father had her dress in nothing but a white robe placing a crown of thorns upon her head. She didn't understand why but they dug painfully into her scalp causing it to bleed but he had wiped the blood away until it stopped. This robe was way too revealing and the cold inside the huge room caused her nipples to harden and they were standing out in a very obvious way, which embarrassed her. She fearfully suspected why it had been placed on her. Her father had told her and all his followers he was going to make some announcements this afternoon. The Lord had spoken to him, again, and he was going to share that message. She suspected the worst and had no idea how to get out of it.
She was placed in the procession after her father, with the others following along behind her. First, the four women, and then the six men who were all part of his following. All dressed in white robes, but it was obvious they had clothing and bulky objects on underneath. Oh, she was dreading this and desperately her gaze went to each and every one of them looking for solace but found none. They all stared at her with their flat empty eyes. Her father had pulled the others aside moments ago and given them last instructions during which he had pointed at her emphasizing something. They all nodded as they looked at her. She was petrified.
Her father rang a tiny silver bell he had found to announce the beginning of the service and they filed out. Her heart sank.
*****
DAY 7: 1630 ET
I frowned. Hmmm. What the hell? This was non-denominational? I watched them file out of one of the side rooms all dressed in white robes. The new Reverend I had briefly met earlier in the lead holding a leather bound bible with a woman I don't remember ever seeing before following closely behind him. Ten others followed them. I sucked in my breath at the site of this woman who followed the pastor. She was an angel! Dressed in all white like all the others a crown of thorns adorned her head of long white blonde hair. Her angelic face looked tragic and her figure...
I think my heart stopped for a moment. I can't remember ever seeing breasts that large on anyone other than a few porn stars in my entire life. They were immense; the nipples obviously rock hard in the chill of the cavernous room. She was very tiny but not as small as my Cara. Just a little thing with an almost deformed chest. Wow! I felt Cara's nails dig painfully into the palm of my hand and didn't bother looking at her, for I knew she was looking at me and probably getting ready to bite me or something. I couldn't help myself, as I felt junior starting to get hard. They arranged themselves in a half circle with the Reverend to the front and he started speaking. I listened intently my eyes never leaving the chest of the girl with the white blonde hair.
*****
MSgt. Trask was standing with his arms around Jessica and their two children. Jessica was everything he had ever hoped for in life, and the kids were awesome for having accepted him into their lives without reservation. They had all made plans to go fishing in the next few days if his duties permitted and it was safe. He smiled down at her seeing her looking up at him with a wondrous smile on her face. She had told him she was incredibly lucky to have him, but he felt it was really the other way around. She was so good, sweet, and perfect in every way and she came to him multiple times a day just to drop off treats or give him a kiss. In any other woman he would have felt smothered but with her he felt like he was receiving a blessing each and every time she appeared and he was witness to her radiant beauty.
He hugged her tighter against him as she molded her perfect body to his side possessively, her white blonde hair providing quite a contrast against his almost coal black skin. That was another thing he thanked his lucky saints for. The Commander never judged by color of skin or ethnic heritage or any other form of discrimination Darin was used to. The Commander simply accepted the Sergeant, for who he was, how he acted, and it was obvious he didn't think a black man with a blonde white woman was something to remark upon other than an indication he approved. Darin has seen the Commander's almost instantaneous white-hot fury, after a moment of obvious shock, when one of their survivors made a stupid racist remark after one of Jessica's brief visits. For a few moments while Jay coldly and viciously chewed the man's ass Darin thought he might have to tackle the Commander to keep him from killing the asshole. If this was the end of the world, or its new beginning, he couldn't have picked a better man to follow and from the comments most of his men had made, the feeling was widespread.
The MSgt's eyes narrowed briefly, as he recognized that man who had made the comments as one of those dressed in white robes following this minister out, then shrugged it off figuring the man had learned his lesson in full. He leaned over and kissed the tops of both their children's heads because they were his children now also in every sense of the word. The boys were fantastic. Any father’s dream, and every time they saw him they ran to him with hugs and kisses. Only death could ever make him leave them now. Even then, he wasn't so sure, for he loved them with all his heart and he knew this, as sure as he knew the sun set every night.
He planned to marry his Jessica within a few days and he hoped the Commander would consent to being his best man. The Major was a great friend and Superior Officer but it was the Commander that had really saved them allowing him to meet his Jess and to be honest, in the brief time he'd known the Commander, he felt without doubt they had developed a deep bond with each other. And sure, Jess and he already had sex but that wasn't what marriage was all about. It was about love and commitment. About caring and nurturing each other till death do us part. He had asked her this morning and when she screamed ‘YES’, he considered himself the luckiest man on the planet. The engagement ring he made from his silver St. Christopher's medal. It was the only thing he had left that was truly his in this world. She had cried when she accepted it, holding him in a death grip. He had cried also. Then they had kissed and made love while the boys were out playing. He loved her so much in such a short time. The Lord had truly blessed him with the important things in life.
Now he was watching the Preacher and his followers file out. His eyes narrowed again as he observed them. The white robes didn't bother him as much as others might have thought. Nor did the stunningly beautiful petite white blonde girl that was immediately behind the Preacher, even though her body indicated apprehension, or terror. What really bothered him were the others. Hard faces all on both men and women, and obvious from the way the robes gathered against their bodies in certain places, they were armed. Well, they were all armed here, everyone over the age of eight probably, but it still didn't add up. The Preacher and this beautiful girl with some kind of crown, looking terrified and obviously naked under both their robes, but the others, more than heavily armed. Darin's internal alerts went off instantly. He didn't like this one bit.
Gently he removed his arms from around the boys and his Jess and whispered to her to move towards the back of the room taking the children with her. She looked into his face and nodded accepting that he knew what he was doing and slowly moved off clutching them tightly. He caught the eye of Cpl. Rodriguez, his fingers moving in unit sign. Rodriguez nodded. Together they caught the eye of a half dozen others and loosened the pistols in their holsters. The Preacher started with the Lord's Prayer, which was good. But what came after he didn't like at all. No way could this have a good ending, not with his Commander. He started quietly signaling others, pointing to take the children to the back. Some obeyed some didn't. He couldn't worry about it now. The Commander was standing and his face was angry. Inflamed. No! White-hot was a more apt description. Shit was about to hit the fan any second. The Commander started moving forward. Okay. Shit had officially hit the fan!
*****
Cara was so happy to be beside her man
again. It was almost as good as being in bed with him, taking his huge manhood and stuffing it inside her tiny body while enjoying the pain. She got to hold him tightly and kiss him many times. Life was good after all. She couldn't wait until she finally stopped her monthly cycle, so she could show this man she loved that she was his best woman after all. Now they stood there with his children and the service began.
The Minister started them with the Lord's Prayer and everyone recited it with him. She was happy they were attending the service. She had missed them even though she wasn't deeply religious. Then a hymn followed, and then this Minister started preaching. And it wasn't good at all. It was ugly and racist and filled with hate and divine wrath and she felt her man stiffen next to her. She knew he was getting very angry. Very, very, angry! The Minister was a bad man who really should have known better.
The warmth and strength of Jay's arm left her back. This wasn't going to be good at all, she knew him too well already. Her left arm was around Jean and she dug her fingernails tightly into her side catching her eye and nodded at the kids then towards the back. Jean’s face had a scared look on it. Good. Working together they quietly pulled the children away from their father who was starting to walk forward. Cara took little Emma from the Reaper dude who was already handing her over and Jean grabbed Clarissa, then saw Jason place himself between them and the Minister’s bunch with his 6-shooter Colt already in hand but held low. He knew something bad was about to happen. Her new sister Corey had joined them holding onto little Paul and they moved backward faster through the crowd, almost running. She hoped they would be fast enough she prayed, as little Emma clung to her, not understand her urgency. Cara's only concern was for the children. She already knew her hombre could take care of himself. His women would take care of the children. That's how it was supposed to be.
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