Legacy of the Living

by Sean Liebling

  Ignoring the patch cords littered all over the consoles, I instead reached into yet a third pocket, pulling a length of para cord out, and quickly looped it under her arms and over her back, then cinched her up using the equipment handles. This time I chose two set far apart and, making sure the last knot was tight, I stepped back, admiring my handiwork.

  She was stuck, fully bent over the console, and by tying the cords off far apart from each other on each side, she was unable to turn over. Still, she was jumping up and down trying to work loose, but so far she was unsuccessful. In fact I could tell that when she did that, it stretched her upper arms backward and was obviously uncomfortable, perhaps even painful, but I'd let her work that out in her own head. I wasn't finished yet.

  Pulling more para cord out of yet another pocket—yes, I had planned carefully—I stacked each foot out, tying them off at the tie-down rungs inset in the floor of every APC, then stepped back again, eyeballing her. Now her feet were roughly three feet apart and she could hardly move.

  "Well LSS, seems you bit off more than you could chew this time." I smirked at her glaring face, which was turned sideways so she could see me. Yes, she was glaring. It was obvious above the duct tape and cloth gag. I started laughing at her predicament, but that didn't stop me from reaching under her and undoing her web belt, then unbuttoning her camouflage utilities.

  With a jerk I pulled them down, then realized something. With her legs spread, the waistband was barely below her pussy, and only by a couple inches before it tightened against her outstretched thighs. I also noticed another thing. I had pulled her panties down at the same moment and that box of hers was wet as could be. It glistened, and looking down I saw her panties were soaked. I bent over and looked intently, then reached out a single finger and slid it in her tight snatch. Boy, that made her jerk again.

  "Interesting, LSS. Here you are showing disrespect, yet that tight stuff you got between your legs is soaking through your clothes." Slowly I ran my finger in and out of her, feeling her clench down each time it was fully in. Well I didn't want that, exactly, so I stepped back and examined her naked ass again. Hmmmm. Then I had it.

  Pulling my knife, I cut off the long ends from the leg restraints and one at a time looped them through the toe laces of her combat boots. Then I jerked her toes sideways while tying the strings off to the floor rings. This splayed her feet out sideways and looking up, I saw it scrunched those beautiful ass cheeks together nicely. Now her pussy was still visible and gaping, but her asshole had disappeared between two beautiful muscular mounds of butt cheek. Woot, this was going to be good. I leaned over and whispered into her ear while ignoring her wide eyes.

  "This is going to be a lesson, my sexy little soldier. I told you what would happen the last time you showed me disrespect. Did you forget?"

  "Mffghhsssfff," she responded while shaking her head back and forth in the negative.

  "I'm pretty sure you did, baby. This lesson is only for you. To show you the error of your ways, and teach you to be a good girl," I continued, grinning at her. I saw her eyes roll and I knew I'd have to go through with the lesson now. I hadn't been sure how much she actually wanted until that moment, and I grinned with anticipation. Of all my girls, LSS had the tightest, most muscular ass, and I was about to get some of that. I turned, double-checking the hatch was locked, and removed my belt while undoing my pants. Where LSS used a standard military web belt, I used a leather one, nice and thick.

  "Mfffghhhh fffhsshhggh."

  "I get it. Whip me you said. Gotcha!" I already had it doubled up, and brought it down sharply against those bunched up ass cheeks. Wow, did she jump and holler into her gag. I was pleased that only a little sound escaped, for I had carefully judged how much cloth to bring. A nice red welt also rose on her bare buttocks and I admired it, then brought my belt down again, then again, crisscrossing the first welt.

  LSS was shaking now, and I was worried I might have gone too far, so I bent over and looked at her pussy. Nope, evidently this was a good thing because those pussy juices were freefalling. Wow, they were totally running down both thighs and dripping into her pulled down pants. Obviously this excited her. I rubbed my finger over her inner thigh through the thick fluid and tasted it. Yep, pussy juice and not pee. I was good to go.

  My cock was rock hard, so I stood behind her and started thumping it against her ass cheeks just to tease her. Then I shifted and slid it in that tight pussy almost all the way. I could feel myself hit the end of her vagina, yet pushed forward, stretching her another inch and a half. You would have thought she was having an epileptic seizure by the way she instantly orgasmed. Damn, that pussy, even with her legs stretched wide, squeezed down on my cock like you wouldn't believe, and I quickly doubled up my belt yet again and alternated my thrusts with strapping each ass cheek with its shortened ten-inch length.

  It was quite a while before her orgasm stopped, and when I bent over and looked in her eyes I saw they were beet red.

  "You ok hun?" I inquired. I was a little concerned, as her orgasm had lasted much longer than any other she had experienced with me. She nodded her head with an emphatic 'YES' and I grinned again.

  "Well love, the lesson isn't over. It's just begun," and before I rose up, I saw her eyes widen. I simply grinned even more.

  I was stroking in and out of that tight pussy now, letting her have about six inches. My hands were under her tunic and I slid them around and squeezed her breasts and nipples hard. I heard her moan again and thumped in deep—just about all the way. She jerked, and I saw her eyes close while her ass bounced up and down. Yeah, she was ready. I leaned back and pulled my cock from her tight body. As I did I heard her muffled gasp, and I reached down to grip her clit between my thumb and forefinger while twisting it. Another moan, which was a good thing in my opinion. Then I slapped her clit as hard as I could from this position, which wasn't hard but did give it a bit of sting, and she started thrashing. WOW, this girl was horny! Then I slid my index finger between those tight ass cheeks and pushed against her tiny asshole until it slid in.

  "Mffgghhhh Ssrrrrr!" LSS bounced up and down again while trying to hunch forward. I got the impression she was trying to pull her ass off my finger. Wasn't going to happen, of course.

  "Easy there, baby. I have to loosen it up for what comes next." She was shaking her head back and forth wildly. I guess that was her way of saying 'Give it to me Baby.' Of course, she couldn't because of the gag in her mouth, but I could easily read body sign language.

  Slowly I worked it in and out, feeling that little hole loosen up as I continued, and hunching forward myself I slid my cock in that pussy, stroking in and out slowly as I timed my outstroke's with my finger in strokes. It was amazing how fast that small ring of flesh loosened up, and pulling my finger out I slid my thumb in and started working it up and down, feeling it loosen even more. She was ready.

  Slowly I rubbed the head of my cock up and down between her ass cheeks, lubricating them. I kept dipping it a few inches into her pussy to recoat the thick shaft and used her juices to do the job. As the head of my cock started pushing against the tight button of her asshole in my up and down strokes, I felt her jerk and quiver. She knew what was coming, because I had made it plain the last time we had sex that any more disrespect meant that ass was all mine.

  She was completely helpless. More so than the last time I had her tied up. She could move only slightly, an inch or so either way, and the way I tied her feet pushed her ass cheeks together nicely. First, though, I needed to do this right.

  Her ass cheeks were already beet red with crisscrossing strap marks but I paid that no attention as I slammed my cock into her pussy hard, feeling it hit the end of her vagina and push inward at least another inch. I think she tried to meld herself into the console at that moment, but I did not let up. I kept it going, stretching her out fully to accommodate me as she thrashed back and forth slightly with the limited movement I had allowed her. A litany of muffled groans, screams, and moan
s accompanied my movement so I knew I was doing good. I doubted she would test me again after I finished, for I was not done yet.

  She was quivering now under me and on the verge of cumming. In fact I think she was starting to cum again as I recognized the trembling her body was giving off, and dipping my cock in her tight box one last time I pulled it out and eased it slowly into her even tighter ass.

  The large head of my dick spread that tiny hole wide open as I leaned into her, stroking inward about four inches, feeling the tight ring expand as my shaft went deeper and deeper. Oh boy, it was Grand Mal time, for wow she exploded under me. I was slightly mistaken before in my estimate that her trembles indicated an impending orgasm, because she was obviously experiencing much more than that. Her entire upper body was thrashing and slamming itself against the console as I heard her muffled screams through the gag. Out of concern for her safety, I quickly grabbed her by the hair, pulling backward to lift her upper body up as I lengthened my strokes at the same time, penetrating even deeper into her ass. I could feel myself thumping against something inside her but really didn't pay it any attention as I was finally all the way in, feeling my pelvis slamming against those squinched muscular ass cheeks.

  If I thought she was cumming before, what happened next was unbelievable. I'm pretty sure she tried to levitate as my huge cock penetrated her tight ass, but with it all the way in, all I could do was hold on for dear life and keep thrusting. A continuous litany of what might have been screams issued from behind the gag but I ignored them as I kept thrusting long and deep into that ass. This was a lesson and one she would thoroughly learn. I could have sworn I felt her ribcage as I kept thrusting hard and deep. I looked down and her hands were grasping at nothing, just clenching and relaxing, again and again as I took her anally. She was all mine.

  God, the feeling was intense, the way those perfect mounds of flesh with their tiny center slid against the shaft of my hard cock, and I started stropping her ass hard with the belt again as I continued to violate her tiny asshole.

  She went nuclear at that point. I'm not really sure how long she came. All I really know is I couldn't hold off any longer and came also while hearing one long shriek as each hot splash of cum coated the inside of her ass. Well, she was shrieking almost continuously and it was very good indeed. She was shaking so hard I almost thought she was having an epileptic seizure as I pounded my groin into those muscular ass cheeks. Wow. Intense!

  Spent, I almost collapsed on her back as I heard her moaning and whimpering under me. Gently, reaching around, I peeled the duct tape off her mouth and pulled the cloth gag out, now soaked with her spit, and whispered into her ear.

  "Did you learn your lesson, little one?"

  "Yes master I did. Thank you for teaching me. I will try to be a good girl from now on but I can't promise that," she whispered back, her throat raw from trying to scream in ecstasy.

  "No worries LSS. I will remind you thoroughly from time to time," I said as I thrust in hard one last time, while covering her mouth against the expected scream, expelling the last of my juices before pulling out. Yeah, I could be sadistic when needed. Just before I left, I cut the bindings and checked her wrists to make sure she wasn't hurt, and watched as she collapsed in her chair, exhausted. I then bent down to kiss her one last time before leaving. I had things to do.

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  Corey called Zeke right after the commander left, and told him to get his ass back here. She needed a shower. Even if it was with cold water, as they only heated the showers in the morning and evenings. The commander had just taken her hard, and oh my God her ass hurt. Her entire body hurt from the restraints. She knew it would be coming, but the reality far outstripped the fantasy. She had never believed it would feel so good and hurt so bad at the same time while leaving her with a need for more. She trembled as she made her way to the showers, then once inside was delighted to find that the water was still hot. Oh, it felt so good, and oh, her ass hurt bad from the pounding and the whipping. She sat down inside the stall and just enjoyed the feeling of the hot water coursing off her body and the feel of being fully satisfied while she lost track of time.

  She might have fallen asleep, she wasn’t sure. Suddenly the sirens were going off, and she was running out of the shower naked and grabbing her clothes.

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  DAY 9: 1500 ET SATURDAY NOVEMBER 12TH

  Major Robinson turned to the men present and pointed to a spot on the map of Michigan, projected in large relief on the wall next to them.

  "Newaygo. Do we go, or not? Do we even acknowledge we received their call-out? If they are legit, will they be a target for the rogue government faction, and if so will they successfully combat it? I have more questions, but go ahead Lieutenant, you’re vibrating in your seat so have at it."

  The normal protocol in staff meetings was for junior officers and senior enlisted to speak first, then ascend up the chain of command. This was long-established military tradition, designed to give credit where it was due. Lesser ranks within the military were taught to think for themselves. However, Major Robinson could see Lieutenant Max Purcell was practically jumping up and down so he gave him the go ahead to be first.

  "Sir, I think they're legit."

  "Why, Lieutenant?"

  "A correlation of other reports we've received, and Newaygo is giving out good advice to the surrounding area. They are not hiding anything I can find and their analysis is correct. In other words, Sir, they're telling the truth, the whole truth, and not making any assumptions. My vote as far as that goes is for contact." The major nodded at his words and spoke again.

  "Good points, Lieutenant. Your turn, Chief Warrant."

  Chief Warrant Officer-3 James Shelden cleared his throat. He was a thoughtful pilot that tried to weigh every option before committing himself. This had sometimes earned him the reputation as being too cautious, but he'd never lost a bird yet, and prided himself on that.

  "I agree with some points the Lieutenant has made. However, I'm not sure they have what it takes to defeat concerted forces arrayed against them. They're broadcasting now, so this corrupt government now knows they're there. A few days will tell us more about their capabilities and any response to a hostile intention, I'm thinking."

  "But we are in the same boat Chief, and they would be stronger with our presence. Hell, we would be also." The lieutenant had spoken again out of turn, and Major Robinson sighed and waved for attention as others started speaking.

  "Enough. Good points. In turn only. Lieutenant, you said your piece. We get it. Lieutenant Ebers. You have the floor."

  "I like the Canada idea best. It's the best defense against the infected and our families should be safe."

  The major nodded and turned to the next, then the next. Finally...

  "Your turn Captain." Major Robinson was now looking at his second in command.

  "Well, I don't think waiting a day or two is violating any code we have. We certainly can't stay here much longer than that though. We've already fought off two attempts on our position. If they bring in anything long range we're done for. I understand we have dependents that need to be safe. That said, I swore an oath when I became an officer. To protect this country and its people from all enemies foreign and domestic. I do not take that oath lightly, and would view it as outright treason to leave the country in its time of need." Captain Douglas Price eyed each of them in turn, then returned his attention to his commanding officer.

  "Alright. We've heard from each of you, and while it's close, there is still a majority in favor of waiting a few more days. I'm inclined in that direction myself. I wish to know more about this Colonel Scarmon slash Governor of Michigan before we commit ourselves. I also wish to see how they handle any major force attack against them. I wish we knew more, gentlemen. We don't. We'll continue to listen and observe. In the meantime, I see no reason why we can't start piping their daily broadcasts over the loudspeakers so everyone can hear them. They're giving out sound advice and a l
ot of knowledge we haven't picked up, so obviously they have access to foreign communications. Probably through shortwave. We'll start with their eight AM broadcast tomorrow morning and see how it goes. Meeting adjourned." Major Robinson turned and left the room; the others followed soon after.

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  Chapter 8

  DAY 9: 1500 ET SATURDAY NOVEMBER 12TH

  Terry Keller looked out the window of the room he was occupying and frowned. What a shit storm this vacation turned out to be, he thought. At least he was here up in Michigan and not down in Atlanta where he surmised everyone was dead. Idly, he watched the four children playing around the yard behind the house he had moved into as he pondered his situation. They looked so happy and carefree. They had no idea of the danger they were in, or perhaps they did, and with the innocence of children were ignoring it. He smiled faintly as he continued to watch them play. Good-looking kids. He wondered whose they were.

  With white hair thinning at the top, blue-grey eyes, and nose slightly bent to the left after years of boxing for the Army Air's National Guard Team, he was a regular kind of guy. His broad shoulders and muscular arms were somewhat at odds with the bulge developing around his middle despite regular exercise. At 6-foot-3 inches he had a settled 'air' about him, and most called him a plodder and methodical. The methodical part he agreed with, but preferred the term planner to plodder. He hated doing anything without a plan in place. Well, right now that plan had gone to shit.