Note from Piper: Things get more extreme in this chapter. It includes the act of killing, instead of the aftermath as in previous chapters.
Looking back, all the clues were there, staring me right in the face. But I didn’t look. I didn’t even know that I had to look, that there was any reason to look. I was so wrapped up in my new life – with Lam and Lillian’s pregnancies, with Rachel’s annoyance that she wasn’t pregnant and her attempt to fix that issue, with the seemingly non-stop sex with a non-stop parade of pre-teen nymphos, with the doctor’s desire for a hospital that hadn’t been burned to the ground and Meg’s desire for high-powered, destructive weaponry and Paisley’s desire for sweets, with the minutia of day-to-day survival, with the Feral – that I didn’t even consider that it could possibly, it would possibly happen. And even if the idea had occurred to me, I wouldn’t have known what to look for.
Looking back, everything that happened was my fault. All of it. And I still get an ache in my chest whenever I think about it in the dark of the night.
Looking back, I realize that she had been that careful, so careful, that none of us had a clue as to what was actually going on. She was so careful that everything almost worked perfectly for her.
And when she pulled the trigger on her plan, it tore us apart.
I could only gape in astonishment at the shadowy figure of Meg through the open door to the bedroom, and then turned my attention back to Lam as she stared at me with a surprised look in her eyes. Rachel catapulted herself on the bed with us, her cheeks flushed with excitement and her eyes wide. “There’s somebody outside, Mikey!” she said in an excited, breathy voice as she bounced up and down, looking for all the world like an adorable little girl on Christmas morning – an effect that was only partially ruined by the fact that she was only clad in a pair of skin-tight pink panties and a smile. “C’mon! Let’s go see!” she added as she tugged at my arm.
I spared Lam one more glance, gave her a quick kiss, and rolled the tiny Asian girl off of my lap and onto the mattress beside me. “Who’s out there?” I asked as I slipped out from under the sheets and stood on unsteady feet. Damn it, my legs are asleep…
“I dunno,” my little blonde lover replied as she hopped off the bed beside me. She was so excited, bouncing up and down on her feet and tugging at my arm, that in my blurry morning eyes she almost seemed two inches taller than I knew she was. “C’mon!”
“I’m coming!” I hunted for a moment and then grabbed my jeans, hopping into them and pulling them up my legs as I stumbled towards the door. “Lam, you okay over there?”
“I am right behind you, Sư Phụ,” the doctor replied as she slid off the mattress as well. “I mean I will be right behind you,” she added over her shoulder as she squatted to sort through her pile of discarded clothing on the floor, muttering to herself in Vietnamese as she sorted through her dirty unmentionables.
I took half a second to admire her slim backside in the dim light of the morning – a tiny little caramel-colored ass that I swear still sported evidence of my handprints on them – and then dashed out the door, nearly tripping over Paisley in the darkness of the hall. “Mister Mikey!” she squeaked in a voice as breathy as Rachel’s as she latched onto my forearm like a lamprey, matching her blonde twin on the left. “There’s a car out there!”
“I know, sweetie.” The girls half-dragged me down the hall, past the open door to Lesbian Country and into the living room, and through the glass door to join the growing throng on the patio. Meg had beaten us out there, leaning out over the railing and peering down into the dawn-lit parking lot. “Don’t lean out so far,” I absently said as I tugged the back of the redhead’s dress. “You don’t want to fall.”
“I won’t,” she replied with a little scowl. “Look by the pool house.”
I followed her finger down to our motor pool and saw what had gotten everyone so excited. An old, beat-up sedan was parked next to the pool house, the front corner crumpled slightly from where it ran into the brick foundation and cocked at an odd angle to the driveway. A tiny figure stood by the open driver’s door, and when she saw us gathering on the patio she jumped up and down and waved her arms frantically. She shouted something unintelligible, waved her arms again, and then leaned in. The dull honk! of the sedan’s horn cut through the dawn air once more, and then she jumped and waved and shouted more.
“Somebody tell her to knock that shit off,” Meg growled. “She keeps making so much fuckin’ noise, she’ll attract every Feral within a hundred miles.”
“I doubt that, Colonel,” Lam replied as she joined us on the porch. “But you may have a point.”
“What’s all the racket?” Lillian asked as she completed our ensemble.
I glanced over my shoulder and took in my lovers, each one staring out over the parking lot with interest. Lillian was wearing one of my old dress shirts, both Rachel and Lam in a matching pair of panties and nothing else, Paisley in Meg’s black rhinestone tee-shirt but naked from the waist down, and the redhead in her frilly lace dress, and quickly decided that the Marine was the only one who was even close to ready to meet our visitors. “Okay, Meg, go get our guns while I grab a shirt and some shoes,” I said as I turned and made for the door. “We’ll go down and see what’s happening. Everyone else, get some clothes on, we don’t want to scare our guests.”
“Yeah, sounds like a plan,” Meg replied as she joined me.
“Who are they?” Paisley asked as she gripped the rail and bounced on her feet.
“I don’t know. Lil, could you make sure she doesn’t fall?”
“Sure thing, Mike,” the Latina replied. I hid a smile as the President pulled the brunette back from the railing a few inches, and then repeated the task with Rachel by tugging on the back of her panties in a manner so similar to the one that I had made with Meg less than a minute earlier that it was almost eerie.
A quick dart into the bedroom to slip on a vaguely clean tee-shirt and some tennis shoes, and then I dashed out of the apartment to the elevators. Meg was waiting, holding the door open with one foot as she gripped her pistol in one hand and my shotgun in the right. “I hope we don’t have to wade through a bunch of Feral when we get down there,” she grumped as we piled into the car.
“Probably not,” I replied as I thumbed the button. The doors closed and the elevator started its descent, and I graced the Marine with a tiny smile as I took my shotgun from her. And then did a double-take as her appearance finally sank into my consciousness… I wasn’t sure what had been happening in Lesbian Country last night while I had been busy declaring my undying love for Lam (and fucking my exotic pre-teen sex-slave’s brains out of her skull), but the redhead had undergone a transformation. Standing beside me was a tiny, adorable little example of pure little-girl femininity. She had scrubbed herself clean and had somebody – probably Rachel – had worked on her hair, which flowed down her back and draped over her shoulders in gentle waves, while her lips shone glossy in the light of the elevator. Gone were the oversized fatigues and jeans, and in their place she wore a frilly, lacy dress that fit her slim shoulders perfectly, hugged her waist, and flared out over her hips to fall just above her knees. A wide red ribbon encircled her midriff, while the front was cut in a gentle v-collar that lay across her flat chest delightfully. The semi-formal outfit was somewhat marred by the tennis shoes on her feet, but even they were pink and girly. The gentle tickle of perfume wafted into my nose, and it was all I could do to prevent my cock from instantly snapping to attention. “Ah… thanks,” I muttered as I stared at her in astonishment.
Her outfit’s effect on me was not lost on the redhead, and she blushed deeply as she slouched and glowered. “What?” she muttered defensively, her voice gruff and defensive.
“Nothing,” I quickly replied. I tore my gaze away from her and focused my eyes on the door in front of us.
“I look stupid,” she grumped.
“No, you don’t. You look beautiful.” A few seconds ticked by as the elevator passed by floor six, five, four, the numbers on the digital readout counting down. “You clean up real good,” I added, stealing one more glance out of the corner of my eye. For her part Meg blushed a brilliant crimson, her face so red that I was afraid that she might pass out from a lack of blood to her brain. “So,” I remarked as the elevator dinged and the doors opened, “how do we do this?”
“Well, there’s no Feral out there right now, otherwise they’d be munching down on dumb-ass out there,” she replied, the tone in her voice making it clear that she was very happy to be changing the subject away from her new look. “We open the door, make sure the coast is clear, then run on over, grab her, and get back inside.”
“Sounds like a plan.” We paused in the center of the lobby, and Meg brushed up against me – and just that little bit of accidental contact cause my cock to instantly spring to attention. “Dammit,” I muttered as I stuck my hand down the front of my jeans to readjust myself.
“What?” she asked.
“You are too fucking cute,” I grumbled as I peered straight at her. “My upper brain knows we have to go out there, but my lower brain just wants to throw you on that couch and tear those clothes off. And you smell real good. You are too much a distraction!”
“Ah, so my plan worked,” she smirked. She moved to the door, pressed her cheek against the glass, and peered back and forth. “Looks clear,” she added.
“What plan?” I asked as I joined her, silently yelling at my cock to behave. Down, boy!
“My plan to be the third mother to yer children.” She smirked wickedly as she glanced at me, taking in my gaping mouth and astonished look. “What the fuck,” she snickered, “I figure that if I’m gonna get knocked up anyway it might as well be sooner rather than later, get it out of the way. What’s the matter, daddy?” she asked in a sing-song, little-girl voice as she caressed my still raging erection through my pants, her green eyes wide and filled with wicked humor as she pressed her lace-covered tummy against my denim-clad thighs and peered up at me. “Is something wrong?”
“Stop that!”
“I just wanted to look pretty for you,” she giggled. She twirled away and pinched the sides of her dress, raising it to mid-thigh and wriggling her slim ass at me. “Do you wanna do mommy-daddy stuff with my puss-puss now?”
“I said stop that!” I growled as I gave her a swat across the backside with my free hand, and Meg laughed as she danced away from me. “Now is not the time!”
“Spoilsport.” The Marine stuck her tongue out at me and then turned back to the door, all business once more as she took one last look. “Okay, it looks clear. Out, across, grab, back. Ready?”
“Ready.”
We moved like a well-oiled machine, like we had practiced the maneuver many, many times before. Meg pulled open the door and I stepped out, swinging my shotgun first one way and then the other as she stepped out behind me. Nothing rushed us, so we started winding our way through the sea of cars towards the pool house, trying to keep the newcomer and our surroundings in sight at all times. I glanced up above us and spotted the distant forms of the others on the patio, and then pulled my attention back to the parking lot. The Marine was close behind, keeping pace with my movements – and I have to admit she added a delicious distraction to my focus that came at the totally wrong time. As I darted around a Cadillac I glanced behind me, saw that Meg sported a hard and determined look, and relaxed just a bit, content in the knowledge that the Marine hadn’t lost all of her skills along with her tomboy attire.
As we drew closer we could see that the sedan was very old, covered in scrapes and dents, and looked as though it had driven through every puddle and muddy bog between here and California. New Jersey, actually, a small part of my brain noted as my eyes flicked across the yellow-with-black-lettering license plate affixed to the front. Far more interesting was the girl standing beside the driver’s door. She was a short little thing, and if I had to guess I would have to say she was physically somewhere around eight years old. Her clothes were simple, merely a pair of tiny jeans and a tee-shirt with a sparkly rainbow over a cartoonish cityscape that advertised Atlantic City. She wasn’t spectacularly pretty but a bit cute in the way that only pre-teen girls could be. Her nose had a bit of a hook to it, her lips were a bit thin, and her forehead was high, but she had tried to do the best she could by twisting her mousey-brown hair into a pair of braids that lay across her shoulders. She was bouncing from one foot to the other, clearly agitated as she looked at us and then at something in the back seat of the sedan. “You help!” she blurted, the words thick and guttural and making it clear that English wasn’t her primary language.
“Meg, keep a look out,” I tossed over my companion. I slung the strap of my shotgun over my shoulder as I stopped in front of the girl, peering down at her nervous and jumpy form as I tried to smile in an unthreatening manner. “It’s okay, we’re here now,” I replied in what I hoped was a calming voice. “What’s your name?”
I tried to lay my hand on her shoulder but she twisted danced backwards a couple of steps, her eyes narrowing in suspicion. “No! You help!” she insisted as she pointed to the back seat of the sedan.
I heard the distant, muffled yell of one of the girls back on the patio, and I threw a quick glance at Meg over my shoulder. “Keep a look out,” I repeated absently, and the Marine nodded as she peered down the driveway to the intersection, her eyes wide and alert. I moved to the rear door of the sedan and looked in as Mousey slipped past me…
It was almost as if I had been kicked in the stomach as I took in the sight before me. There on the back seat, totally naked, was the most gorgeous little girl I had ever laid eyes on. She was tiny, slim, and perfectly proportioned, with long black hair fanned out on the seat beneath her and full, puffy lips designed for kissing. A pair of tiny pink nipples sat high on her chest, her waist was slim and narrow, and her hips flared out ever-so-slightly in a way that just seemed to draw my attention… especially to her slightly parted thighs and the tiny, alluring little slit that seemed to wink at me in an inviting manner. She lay still and limp on the seat, one arm dangling into the footwell while the other was pressed against her abdomen – and on top of a thick, blood-stained bandage squarely over her navel. Even with her wound she was quite simply the sexiest thing I had seen, seeming to combine the youth and innocence of girlhood with the animal magnetism of a woman, making Mousey look like a twisted toxic-waste mutant. “What happened?” I asked as I commanded my cock to stay still and instead opened the door.
“You help!” Mousey blurted again.
“Yeah, I help,” I mumbled. I leaned in and caught a whiff of Sexy and this time my cock did spring to attention – holy shit, she smelled so good! I heard another distant shout from the girls back at the tower and glanced at Meg once more. “What’s their problem?” I asked in a somewhat peevish tone as I leaned in.
“I dunno.” As I half-climbed into the open door the Marine turned and peered up at the patio. “What!!!” she screamed as Mousey stepped closer to her, joining the frilly redhead and looking up as well as she fidgeted.
I turned my attention squarely on Sexy. “C’mon, sweetie, let’s see how bad it is,” I said absently to the unconscious girl. I gently grasped her wrist and pulled her hand away from the bandage, and then carefully peeled back the edge, trying to focus in on her injury and not on the pre-teen pussy mere inches below my chin. “If it’s not too bad we can get you fixed up…”
And then the bandage came off to reveal… Sexy’s perfectly flawless, unmarked abdomen.
“What?” I muttered dumbly. That’s not right… There was the distant sound of breaking glass, and I turned my head and shoulders to peer at the tower behind us. Something was falling from high up, and it took a heartbeat to realize that it was one of the chairs from our dining room, tumbling end over end as it plummeted, only to smash into a thousand pieces on the asphalt below. “What the fuck?” I asked as I turned back to Sexy.
… and stared into her hard, glittering, deep blue eyes, taking in her determination and what looked like hatred.
“Ah…” I mumbled as I froze.
Time seemed to stop for an instant, and then everything happened in a rush. I heard Meg shout behind me but I was too busy dealing with my own problems to help. Sexy’s dangling arm came up fast, a small pistol clenched in her tiny, delicate fist, and she shouted something in a language I had never heard before as she brought it to bear. My eyes widened and I twisted as I grabbed for her arm and missed, and it was only my sudden movement that saved me. She pulled the trigger and the pistol roared, and there was a bright blossoming pain in my ribcage as the grazing bullet screamed past me and into the roof of the sedan. “Fuck!” I shouted as I grabbed for her wrist again, only to have her catch me in the stomach with her knee. I slipped and my elbow came down on her other arm, and she oomphed! as I fell on top of her. That angle allowed me to swat at her once more, and I connected with her wrist, which sent her hand into the back of the front seat, which knocked the gun from her fingers and into the foot well next to us. “Budi miran ti drkadžija!” she shouted, her voice an adorable, musical little-girl soprano that was ruined by the look of rage on her face and her bared teeth, and she kicked me off of her with surprising strength as she half rolled and groped for her weapon as I fell out of the door and onto my ass.
“Get off me, bitch!” Meg’s little-girl curse was thick with effort, and as I clambered to my feet I glanced over to see her locked in an embrace with Mousey. No, not an embrace… the Marine was struggling with the girl, both of her hands locked on the other girl’s as the pair fought to gain possession of the foot-long, razor-sharp butcher knife swinging back and forth between the two. I half-turned to help only to hear a shout of triumph from inside the car and turn back to my own little psycho. Sexy’s lips were pulled back from her teeth as she hissed at me and raised the pistol. I raised my shotgun and didn’t bother to aim, instead simply shoving the muzzle into the open door and yanking back on the trigger with overwhelming force…
Click.
I almost froze as the pre-teen psycho took aim at my face, but fortunately luck was on my side. The dancing Meg whirled her partner around and Mousey slammed into my back, sending me stumbling forward, and the barrel of my non-working shotgun hit Sexy’s elbow, knocking it up and sending the bullet she fired into the roof of the sedan once again. She swore in a thick, guttural language and brought the pistol back down… and this time I didn’t hesitate. I dropped my shotgun as I dropped to the ground, rolled back, and kicked the door shut with my feet as hard as my legs were able. The force of the door slammed on her ankle and I heard the sharp Crack! of something snapping, and Sexy howled in pain.
“Meg!” I shouted as Sexy kicked the door back open. I kicked it closed again just as the sharp POP! of another bullet slammed into the armrest, slicing through the plastic and padding before dimpling the metal of the door in front of my nose. The Marine fell back as Mousey snarled and lunged forward, a little “Ooomf!” of shock puffing between the redhead’s lips as the wind was partially knocked out of her when the pair slammed into the driver’s door of the sedan. From my position I had the shot, so I took it – and lashed out with my foot, connecting squarely with the back of Mousey’s knee. The girl fell back, and Meg fell with her, and the knife glittered in the morning sunshine for an instant… before Meg heaved and the knife twisted and it plunged into Mousey’s chest. The girl stiffened and threw open her mouth, but instead of words she spewed a thick, sticky glob of dark-red blood, half of which painted the Marine’s chin. “Meg!” I shouted again as Mousey convulsed and rattled on the asphalt, a steady stream of dark, sticky blood flowing from her mouth.
“Mike, above you!” Meg shouted as she spat and rolled away.
I looked up to see Sexy leaning out the open window, her pistol wavering as she tried to take aim at the redhead and a crazed look in her eyes. I lunged up and grasped her arm, dragging her half out of the window as she pulled the trigger and bullet ricocheted off the asphalt near my hip. “Stop shooting!” I yelled as I tried to force her gun away with one hand while swatting at her head with my other – only to have her turn her head at the last second and clamp down on the meaty part of my palm. Pain blossomed as her teeth broke the skin, and I yelped in pain as I yanked her out the window even further, and she tumbled on top of me in an ungainly heap as we wrestled for the pistol.
And then Meg was back, standing over the pair of us with a truly terrifying look on her face. “Don’t you FUCKING DARE YOU CUNT!” she howled, and then I watched in almost slow motion as she gripped my useless shotgun by the barrel and swung the weapon with all of her might, the wooden stock whistling through the air as Sexy’s head came up, and then the wood made contact with the side of the girl’s skull and there was the sickening crunch of bone and a spray of blood that stained my tee and the side of the sedan and she collapsed like a soggy noodle. “Mike!” the Marine shouted as she kicked the body out of the way and threw herself onto me, clutching at me as if I were precious and pressing the trigger assembly of my shotgun into my bruised ribcage. “Are you all right, please be all right…” she babbled.
“I’m okay, nothing serious,” I gasped. I returned her hug for a moment and then pushed her back. The redhead’s chin and chest and the front of her frilly dress was filthy and stained with Mousey’s blood, and she sported what looked like a nasty scrape on one freckled cheek, but other than that she seemed okay. “Are you all right?”
“I’m good! What the fuck is this?!?” The scared little girl was replaced in an instant with the hard-bitten Marine, and Meg pushed herself off of me as she peered at our home.
I rolled to my knees and joined her in peering. Mousey gave one last rattle and then sagged as the life drained out of her, and Sexy lay in a crumpled heap next to me. I heard more distant shouts from the apartment, and picked up my shotgun. I worked the slide as I pointed it off to the side and pulled the trigger, only to get another loud Click! “Why don’t our guns work?” I asked in a strained, panicked voice.
“I don’t know!” The Marine gave Mousey’s body another kick and then turned back to me. “We need to get back, like, now!” she hissed.
I dropped the shotgun and grabbed Sexy’s pistol, and then my attention was pulled back to the towers as a shout reached my ears. Over the sea of cars I saw the door open and figures spilling out – a tall-ish boy dressed in jeans and a tee-shirt like me and two other tiny girls, as well as Lillian, Abby, Lam and Rachel. The boy was dragging the President along with him, the Latina’s form limp as he heaved her forward, while the two girls were struggling with a hissing and squirming Lam. Abby lunged for the pair and for a moment I thought she was trying to free the doctor – but then Rachel leapt on her back and Abby turned to face my little blonde lover, and I felt a cold ice run down my spine when I realized that the platinum blonde wasn’t working to help save the others, but rather was working to help kidnap them! “Fuck!” I screamed as I dashed back, weaving through the cars in an attempt to get back to my girls.
Even at the distance I could see the situation clearly. The boy heaved Lillian up and dumped her unceremoniously into the trunk of a waiting car, while one little brunette girl let go of Lam to help Abby and turned with her arm raised, and my beautiful little doctor reared back and sank her teeth into the other girl’s other forearm. I could hear the high-pitched squeal of pain even as the girl smacked Lam, and my Asian lover went down. While that was playing out Abby turned her full attention to Rachel, fishing for something behind her back even as she fended off my little blonde lover’s ineffectual swats. Rachel lunged in with her hands curled into claws, but Abby quickly brought her hidden hand forward and pressed something against Rachel’s chest. I heard the crackle of electricity, and Rachel stiffened for a moment before dropping to the asphalt like a marionette whose strings had been cut. “Zabud'te azii vlagalishche!” I heard her shout as she turned back towards me, her gaze filled with a hatred that I could feel burning into my skin as she glared across the sea of cars. “Poluchit' dva drugikh v avtomobile!” As Lam crabbed back into the lobby the brunette turned to help toss Rachel into the trunk as well while the boy leaned into the front seat. The girls piled into the sedan as the boy grabbed something from the car and threw it at me, a spinning brown rectangle that looked more at home in an office than in the parking lot.
A small part of my brain wondered why the boy was slinging a briefcase in my general direction – even as another part of my brain warned me to be careful. The case sliced to the right so I juked left, ducking behind a momUV and continuing my charge forward. I raised the pistol and pulled the trigger, and the tiny thing barely made a kick as the bullet lanced out and whistled past the head of the ducking boy. I paused for a moment to take it in, the scene burned in my mind… and then there was a titanic explosion behind me! I felt the shockwave slam into my back even as a hot lance of agony blossomed in my side, and the last thing I remembered was flying face-first into the side of a Lincoln, and the world went dark.
I had no idea how long I had been out when I finally woke up. Well, to be more accurate I was forced awake as a truly foul stench wafted into my nostrils – rotting ick and filthy uck and a truly stomach-churning blech that was being puffed into my face. I hurt, oh God I hurt so much… it felt like every bone in my body had been ground into powder while my muscles were being clamped in vices. I moaned weakly and cracked one eye open… only to take in a gigantic pair of puppy eyes and a furry muzzle peering intently at my face. “Ick,” I mumbled as Mr. Pibb whimpered slightly and raised his head from my chest to lick my nose.
I cracked my other eye and peered around, trying to move as little as possible. I was in an unfamiliar bedroom in the towers, back in another king-sized bed in roughly the same spot as the one bed where Lam and I had made love over and over again seemingly a lifetime ago. Only this time instead of the doctor I had two companions – a somewhat whiny little puppy on my right side, his tiny body curled into my armpit and his head on my chest as he peered at me with what I took to be a worried gaze, while on my left hand side was a tiny little brunette girl with pigtails, her head on my other pectoral and a tiny little puddle of drool pooling on my skin from the corner of her mouth as she dozed. I groaned softly and shifted… only to feel an intense stabbing pain on my right side. “Wha?” I mumbled in a quiet, barely-coherent voice as I raised my head and peered down. I was nude from the waist up, my chest and abdomen scratched and gouged from what I had gone through – and there was a large white bandage on my stomach, squarely over the right side. A tiny circle of dried blood had soaked through the bandage, letting me know that that was where the pain radiated.
My movements and groans of agony woke my tiny little companion. Paisley snapped awake with a snort, accidently kicking me in calf with far-too-long-and-sharp toenails as she jerked. The little girl raised her head, smacking her lips as she tried to focus, and turned her attention to me. “Oh!” she chirped, her eyes going wide. “Mister Mikey!” She blinked with watery eyes and wrapped her arms around my ribs in a truly crushing embrace, burying her face in my chest as she cried. “You’re okay!” she blurbled, her words muffled by both her tears and my body.
I didn’t feel like moving, but I somehow managed to scrape up enough energy to slide my arm across her back and pat her hip. “Hey, everything’s okay, sweetie. I’m okay,” I added, half of me willing it to be true and the other half determined to lie if it would make the pigtailed girl feel better.
Mr. Pibb took my low grumbles as evidence that I was alive and awake, and hopped up from his spot to bounce excitedly on my bicep as he yapped. Paisley clung to me, shivering and shaking and sobbing in relief as I tried to comfort her. I took a look around the room and saw that it was definitely another apartment – the furniture was different, the light wasn’t hitting the carpet in the right way, and I didn’t recognize any of the bric-a-brac on top of the dresser. It felt familiar, and I tried to think – only to give it up as I realized that my brain was just too rattled, and I was far too groggy, to actually delve up any deep thoughts.
All the commotion finally raised some attention, and I watched as the door opened and Lam padded into the room. The doctor looked wrung out and worn down with her hair hanging limp and dark circles under her eyes, and her pink, flowery tee shirt was spotted with drops of blood. She was also carrying the hunting rifle that we had scavenged a few weeks earlier, the long barrel looking cannon-like in her tiny hands. “Good morning, Master,” she said as she placed the rifle on the dresser and moved over to the bed, her voice filled with exhaustion and worry. “How are you feeling?”
“Groggy,” I muttered in reply. “What happened? Is everyone okay?”
Paisley hugged me even tighter, and it was all I could do not to moan in agony. “They’re gone!” she wailed into my chest.
“Master, Meg is on it,” Lam replied. She clambered up onto the bed, shooed Mr. Pibb out of the way, and leaned over my torso, peeling back the bottom corner of my bandage. “Please just lay back and try not to exert yourself. You were injured.”
“What happened?” I repeated. Paisley was of no help, so I moved my agonizingly-heavy right hand and placed it on the Asian girl’s denim-clad calf. When the doctor looked at me I tried to meet her eyes with as much coherence as I could muster. “Lam, tell me,” I said softly.
Lam sighed as she re-taped the bottom of my bandage, and then sat on one hip as she held my hand, her tiny fingers stroking my palm as she shivered slightly. “It was Abigail, sư phụ,” she said softly, and I could hear the betrayal in her voice. She raised my hand to her lips and kissed my palm, and then held it against her cheek. “She let them in, we did not stand a chance.”
“Let who in?” So confusing… I tried to piece together everything, but whatever the good doctor had shot me up with was making me dizzy and confused. All of my thoughts were skittering around inside my head like ants, never staying still long enough for me to actually get a firm grasp on even one of them. Still, I felt this cold ache in my chest as a sense of dread grew in me. “Where’s Rachel and Lillian? Where’s Meg? What happened?” My voice sounded thick and gummy in my ears, and all I wanted to do was go back to sleep.
“Master, you are still hurt,” Lam said softly. She lay my hand down on the mattress, leaned forward, and gave me a gently kiss that was more loving than passionate. “Everything is okay for now. Just rest, I will protect you as you have protected us.”
“Me too,” Paisley whispered in a fierce little-girl voice filled with… something. “I’ll kill anything that wants to hurt you, Mister Mikey!”
I hate to admit it, but that sounded good to me. I let the growing darkness swallow me once more, and faded away from the world.
I awoke a while later, and this time I felt much better. Of course, maybe it was the fact that I didn’t have a tiny little puppy laying across my chest puffing hot, reeking doggy breathes into my face. But honestly I think it had more to do with the fact that my raging erection was somewhere warm and wet, getting some truly incredible attention. I cracked my eyes open and peered down my body, past my bandaged abdomen, and at the top of a mop of black hair that was bobbing up and down in my lap, and beyond that the raised backside of a little girl squirming in delight. “Hrm, good morning,” I mumbled weakly.
The head looked up and a pair of brilliant blue eyes met mine, and somehow Paisley managed to smile around the head of my cock as she gave a couple more swashes with her tongue before pulling her mouth off with an audible pop! “G’morning, Mister Mike,” she said in a voice that was simultaneously hot and breathy while being low and thick with lust. “I’m sorry that I woke you up, but you were so hard ‘n my flower was so itchy…”
“That’s okay, don’t worry about it sweetheart.” I gave what I hoped wasn’t a sickly smile and stroked the side of her face, and the little girl preened. My arm felt like it weighed a ton, so I let it drop back down to the mattress and settled back. “You’re doing a good job. It feels good.”
The innocent brunette beamed and began to gently pump my cock with her fist as she flicked her tongue against the head. “Thanks, Mister Mike!” she chirped, and then paused to run her tongue around my cockhead once more. “I’ve been tryin’ to do what Rachel ‘n Lam ‘n Lilly do, I’ve been watching…”
“Well, you’re doing a very good job,” I repeated. I’ll chalk my rather bland response to the way I was feeling – the little girl was doing a phenomenal job and working my erection like a pro, and if it wasn’t for my battered and bruised body I would have been pinning her to the mattress long ago. “If I gave out report cards, you’d get an A,” I added.
“Thank you, Mister Mike!” She wriggled again, gave my twitching cock another lap, and then her face fell into a pout. “But my cunny’s all itchy, ‘n I feel like I wanna do big girl stuff with you…”
“I…” I thought hard for a second, letting the part of me that wanted to protect the still-empty womb of the adorable pre-teen from my super-sperm battle to the death with the part of me that was curious to see how far her flat tummy would bulge under the onslaught of my spraying cum. My doubts pre-ambush flitted through my mind, my fears and concerns about conceiving more children with my pre-teen charges almost shouting in my mind, and realized that it was pretty much no contest…
“Really, Mister Mikey, I’m a big girl like Lilly ‘n Rachel ‘n Lam… Well, not like Lam,” she added quickly, “I’m like six inches taller than her. But they all got to have your thingy in their cunnies, ‘n it’s been so long since I’ve done it with you…”
“But what about…” I started.
“I wanna have a baby with you too,” she quickly said. She made a little face and ducked her head to tongue-wash my cock once more, not quite moving fast enough to hide the glimpse of nervousness I caught in her eyes. “I mean, it’s scary ‘n all,” she explained. “Lilly said she’s gonna start barfing ‘n feeling bad soon, ‘n I don’t like to barf, it’s icky, but… But…” She took a deep breath and raised her head again, and this time her blue orbs held a determined look. “But I wanna have a baby too. I really, really, wanna be a mommy!”
“Sweetheart…”
“Please, Mister Mike, I’d be like a totally awesome mommy! I’ve been practicin’ on dolls ‘n stuff, ‘n I know you’ll be an awesome daddy ‘cause you’re such an awesome daddy to me, ‘n yeah it really hurts ‘cause you’re thingy is so big but it feels so good when you put it in my cunny, I remember when we used to do it…”
“Sweetie,” I said firmly. I cupped the little girl’s face in my hand and met her nervous gaze directly. “I already know you’d be a good mommy. I’d be happy to put a baby in your tummy.”
My words had an almost electric effect on the brunette, whose eyes widened and almost gleamed as she blushed and smiled. She nuzzled my cheek and gave my palm a little kiss, and then repeated the action on my cockhead. And then she frowned… “I wish we could do it right now,” she said sadly.
“What’s stopping us?”
“Lam said we had to just make do with mass-ter-bait-ing for a while, ‘cause of the hole in your side.”
“No, that’s not exactly what I said,” a weary-sounding, accented voice remarked. I lifted my head and looked past Paisley as Lam slipped into the bedroom. The tiny Asian girl clambered onto the bed and knelt next to the brunette, half-sitting on one hip as she braced herself and peered at the little girl. “I said that we cannot expect Michael to service us as he desires until the wound in his abdomen heals,” she elaborated as she flipped one sagging spaghetti strap of her tank-tee back up over her shoulder.
“That’s what I said!” the pigtailed brunette replied with a pout. A shiver ran up my spine as she continued to absentmindedly pump my cock even while her attention was on the doctor.
“No, you asked me if Michael would be able to engage in coitus as usual,” Lam sighed as she ran her fingers through her hair, trying to comb out a few greasy tangles. “Mas… Michael likes to be physical when he uses our bodies. He cannot do that while he is healing.”
“But I wanna do it with him!” Paisley whined.
“What if she’s on top, and careful?” I suggested.
Lam opened her mouth, and then closed it as she thought. “She would have to be very careful,” she said distractedly, “and make sure she avoids all contact with your injury. And Master, you have to be careful to do almost nothing… I am confident that your stitches will hold under normal circumstances, but too much movement of your torso may put undue stress upon you wound. I would have to monitor the act, in order to ensure that you continue to heal properly.”
Now it was my turn to stare at Lam for a moment. “So, we can do it,” I slowly said, working hard to keep my voice even, “but I can’t do anything but lay here while she actually does all the work? And you’ll be here directing everything?”
The doctor realized what she had said, and she blushed deeply as she flashed a grin. “I guess so, Master,” she replied with a tiny giggle.
“What’s so funny?” asked an obviously-puzzled Paisley.
“It’s nothing, sweetie,” I replied. “Lam just said that we can do mommy-daddy stuff if we’re careful.”
“Yay!” Paisley threw her hands up happily, bouncing on her knees as she celebrated this newest development and wriggling her slim, flat backside with joy.
The sight of her nude, undeveloped body caused my cock to pulse and get even harder, if that were possible – and I tore my attention away from the pigtailed brunette and back over to Lam. “I think you need to start, like, right now,” I remarked with a grin of my own.
“Yes, Master.” Lam raised herself to her knees and slid over to Paisley, placing her hands on the girl’s shoulders. “You need to stop being so energetic,” she remarked. “Michael is still fragile.”
“Oh! Sorry!” The little girl looked almost ashamed as she froze, her eyes flicking past my raging erection and to the bandage on my abdomen. She gnawed at her lip, her innocent, pre-teen mind whirling as she realized that she was going to be on full display all of a sudden. “I… I don’t know what to do,” she said weakly.
“That’s okay, sweetheart,” I said. “Why don’t you start by taking off Lam’s clothes?”
“Me?” The doctor looked surprised, and then she blushed and looked down. “I’m filthy, Master,” she mumbled in embarrassment as she plucked at the stomach of her tee. “I should bathe before I…”
“Nuh uh,” I quickly interrupted with a wicked grin. “You started this, there’s no sneaking off when the action starts.”
“Yeah!” Paisley added. She leaned forward and grasped the bottom of Lam’s tee and started tugging upwards. “I’m naked, ‘n Mister Mike is naked, so you gotta be naked too!”
“I… okay.” The Asian girl blushed deeper as she raised her arms up over her head, letting Paisley pull the tee up and off. I could feel the blood coursing through my skull as the pigtailed brunette leaned in, looked deep into Lam’s eyes, and kissed her, her lips delicately fluttering over the other girl’s as she slid her hands down her body. Lam raised herself up and let Paisley tug her panties over her hips and down her thighs, and then the doctor broke the kiss and rolled backwards, fumbling to yank the cotton over her ankles and off her feet. “Does this please you, Sư Phụ?” she asked in a breathy, little-girl voice as she spread her knees a bit to give me a perfect view of her hairless slit.
“Yeah,” Paisley added as she leaned in, spread her knees a bit, and tried to imitate Lam. “Does this please you, soo foo?”
“Yes, it does,” I replied, surprised by just how much it actually did. Lam was slim and exotic, her skin the color of caramel, while Paisley was pale and wholesome, the contrast wonderful in my eyes. Both girls blushed as my eyes raked over them, but it was apparent from their flat, heaving chests that they were in the throes of pure, unadulterated lust. “Okay,” I added as I lay back and directed my attention to Lam, a wicked smile on my lips that I hoped indicated that I was partially kidding. “Service me, slaves!”
“Yes, Master,” she replied with a grin. She turned back to Paisley, graced the girl with another little-girl kiss, and then slid her arms around the brunette’s shoulders. I watched as the doctor whispered in the girl’s ear, and the expression on Paisley’s face was priceless as she nodded once, twice, three times. “Do you understand?” Lam asked as she pulled back.
“Uh huh!” Paisley nodded firmly and a determined look crossed her face. “Will you…”
“Yes, do not worry,” the doctor replied. “I will.”
“Okay!” Paisley turned her attention to me and smiled a wide smile that was only slightly marred by the concentration in her eyes as she worked to remember what Lam had told her. “Can I make you happy, Sư Phụ?” she said in a breathy voice, getting the pronunciation perfectly right as she crawled across the bed on her knees, gently stroking her bare mound with her fingertips as she licked her lips. “I wanna feel you inside me…”
I spared Lam a quick glance and took in both her tiny smile and the wicked glint in her eye, and then turned my gaze back to the innocent brunette. “Why yes, you can,” I replied, and I was surprised at how thick and gravelly my voice actually was. A tiny part of my brain noted that I didn’t feel too bad because of the endorphins running through my system, and I actually had to fight to keep from moving on my own. “And how are you going to make me feel good?”
“I’m gonna…” The little girl frowned as she paused, and Lam quickly leaned in to whisper in her ear. “I’m gonna service you like a proper slave, Master,” she quickly said. She reached my legs and swung one knee up and over, straddling me as she wriggled her backside slightly. She tore her eyes away from my face and dropped her gaze down to my raging cock, her eyes widening slightly as she blushed prettily. “You’re real big, but I wanna feel you fill me up,” she added as she stroked my sensitive head with her fingernails.
The gentle scraping almost caused me to lose it there, and it was only through enormous self-control that I managed not to spray my boiling load over the front of the pigtailed girl. “I think,” I replied as I stared hungrily at her naked body in front of me, “that is an excellent idea!”
Paisley hunched her shoulders and took a firm grasp on the base of my cock with one hand as she raised her hips up and spread her pre-teen slit with the other. I caught a quick glimpse of gleaming pink inner-flesh as she moved forward, balancing herself on the tip of my prick and gasping slightly as we made contact. Her brow furrowed and she gnawed on her lower lip in concentration as she wriggled a bit, sliding her slick pussy across the tip of my rod, and I shuddered as I fought the urge to cum once more. And then she let her legs sag, letting her body weight do all the work as she lowered herself onto me. “Oh…” she gasped as her cunny stretched wide, wider, wider still as it spread to accommodate my shaft, and then with what I swore was an audible pop I slipped past the entrance and was inside of her, sliding inch after far-too-big inch inside of her. “OhohahAhAhAH!” she panted as she slid down, the walls of her pussy scraping along, until I was buried completely inside of her. “Oh you’re so BIG, Master!” she whimpered as she started to lean forward.
Lam was there in a flash, almost jumping across my legs behind Paisley as she leaned forward. “No, remember what I said,” she quickly whispered. She pulled the brunette’s arms behind her and laced one forearm through the pair, pulling the girl back and upright once more. “You cannot lay down, you must service chủ của chúng tôi like this.” I watched the Asian girl’s face as her shoulder shifted, and when her lips parted with a tiny gasp of her own I knew that her fingers had found her own tiny little clit. “Now, push yourself forward just a bit…”
Paisley wriggled her hips a bit and I felt her pussy shift around my cock, and the little girl gave a shocked gasp. “Oh! It’s good!” She did it again, flicking her cervix across the tip of my prick and gasping again, and then did it once more. “It feels so good!”
“That is right,” Lam whispered. She placed her chin on Paisley’s shoulder and met my gaze, her eyes wide and glittering. “Keep doing that. We are the nô lệ of Master Michael, and nothing matters except to ensure that ông xuất tinh bên trong cơ thể chúng ta, giống như chúng ta là phải của anh...”
It was clear that the pigtailed brunette wasn’t paying the least attention to Lam’s words. She threw her head back slightly, letting her mouth hang open as her eyes half-rolled into the back of her skull, lost in the sensations of her thrusts. “Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!” she whimpered, tiny little gasping moans of pleasure tearing softly from between her lips as she fell into a state of lust-soaked non-existence. The doctor’s face was flushed and she was gasping as well, her shoulder trembling furiously as she worked her own sex, her gaze locked on my face and a dazzled look in her eyes as she whispered constantly in Paisley’s ear. And I could feel the pressure building in my balls, the sheer primal need to seize pleasure from these two tiny pre-teen bodies almost overwhelming my senses. And then Lam leaned back slightly, and Paisley trembled as she stiffened and came, and I could see a tiny bulge form in her normally flat belly and realized that it was the head of my cock pressing out from inside of her…
That was it. With a growl I tensed, feeling a distant pain in my side that seemed pointless and who the fuck cares, as I lifted my hips slightly and came like a spewing volcano. My balls tightened close to my body as I sprayed hot, thick ropes of jism into the gasping, semi-helpless little brunette, pouring what felt like gallons of pent-up cum into her tiny body, past her irising cervix and straight into her open, unprotected womb, Paisley shuddered again, and then again, as two more orgasms tore through her body, threatening to knock her consciousness from her as she trembled. And Lam came as well, leaning forward to prop herself against the reclining brunette’s shoulders as she shuddered, and we lay locked like that, locked in passion and lust and love and adoration and sheer animal breeding as I poured my seed into the innocent girl.
After what felt like an eternity we came down from our sexual highs. My mind felt clear for the first time as I relaxed against the bed, letting my body slump as I slid my gaze from Lam to Paisley’s face. The little girl’s gaze was locked on mine, her blue orbs filled with an almost blinding devotion as she trembled and gasped. The doctor murmured something in her ear, and then the two of them slid off of me, rolling as a twinned pair onto the mattress beside my legs. I caught a millisecond glimpse of the brunette’s gaping slit and the barest dribble of my jism oozing out before Paisley snapped her knees shut like a bear trap, the flesh of her thighs actually slapping as she closed herself. “Ah!” she gasped, her tiny little moan of pleasure barely audible over the pounding of my pulse in my ears. “It’s in me, it’s all in me…”
“That’s right, sweetheart,” I managed to mutter. I slid one hand down and her fingers interlaced with mine, her tiny hand dwarfed in my big meaty paw, and she returned my smile with a tiny, gentle one of her own. “It’s all in you, and we’ve made a baby…”
“Maybe,” Lam interrupted. The doctor raised her head to peer across the brunette at me, her cheeks still flushed from her own orgasm and the corners of her mouth turned up with pleasure as she stroked her palm across Paisley’s stiff nipples. “Remember, if you truly want sư phụ to truly impregnate you, you will probably have to engage in multiple acts of coitus…”
“We can do it again?!?” Paisley’s head shot up and an excited look crossed her face, and her body tensed as she pulled her hand from mine and prepared to leap up and on top of me once more.
“Not right now!” Lam gave the girl a hug as she laughed, nuzzling the side of the brunette’s neck and giving her a little kiss. “I think that I need to make sure that the wound in chúa của chúng tôi side has not been aggravated by our lovemaking…”
“Oh! Okay.” Paisley actually sounded a little disappointed, but she gave Lam a delicate little-girl kiss before turning her attention back to me. “Thank you for making me a mommy, chooa kooa chunk toy,” she said with a smile as she mangled the Vietnamese in her attempt to imitate the doctor.
I noticed Lam’s brow furrow in annoyance and her mouth open to correct the little girl, and I quickly jumped in. “You’re very welcome, sweetie,” I replied, and Paisley practically beamed. “But I think that Lam wants to look under my bandage, so…” Paisley made a face at the thought and nodded, and I turned my attention to the Asian girl. “Should she…” I half-asked.
“Paisley, Master is bound to be hungry,” the doctor said as she rolled to her knees. “Can you perhaps go into the kitchen and see if there is anything there that we can eat?”
“Don’t use the stove!” I interjected.
“I won’t!” Paisley reached out, gave my hand one last squeeze, and then rolled onto her knees as well. She moved to get off the bed but Lam stopped her for a moment, whispering fiercely in the little girl’s ear. Paisley glanced at me, blushed deeply, and nodded. “Okay!” she said as she continued off the bed and padded from the bedroom, her tiny little-girl ass containing just the barest of wriggles as she scampered out of the room.
“What were you whispering?” I asked as Lam crawled forward and snuggled up against me.
“It is nothing, Master,” she replied with a little laugh. “She really wants to get pregnant, so I was just telling her to lay on the couch in the living room with her head down and her knees up.”
I stifled a chuckle and gave the girl a little squeeze. “Will that actually work?”
Lam shrugged. “It cannot hurt.” She glanced at the door to make sure we were alone, and then started to tremble. “I am so glad you are healing, Master,” she sniffed as she gave me a gentle hug. “And I am glad that you were so kind to Paisley. She did not leave your side for more than a minute while you were sedated, after…”
“Hey, our little angle is worth the kindness,” I replied. “And you as well!” Lam shivered as I hugged her tight, her trembling more from pent-up emotions than from the temperature, and I gave her a tiny kiss on the top of her head. “I’m just glad you’re okay.” Another kiss, and I felt her soften somewhat. “But I’m fairly sure it’s bad. Things are really, really bad,” I added as I finally turned my attention to the questions that had been nagging at me well before Paisley had clambered on top of my body. “What actually happened?”
Lam sniffed again, and her entire body started to tremble once more as she silently sobbed. “Rachel was right, Master, she was plotting against us!” She took a deep, shuddering breath and pressed her face against my chest, hers heaving with quiet sobs. “It was Abigail, Master… she betrayed us!”
The stricken girl managed to choke the story out through her tears. It turned out that Abby had been working with someone all along, a group that Lam didn’t know. Somehow she had set the whole thing up… While Meg and I were distracted by ‘helpless’ Mousey and Sexy, Abby had simply walked right into the apartment with a strange boy and two more girls on her heels. All four of them had guns, and while the girls lunged for Lam the boy hit a shocked Lillian with a taser and sent her to the floor. Rachel lunged for Abby but was forced to duck when the girl actually took a shot at her, and then the pixie-haired traitor took a shot at a furiously growling and yapping Mr. Pibb. That got Paisley into the act, and the suddenly furious pigtailed brunette lunged for Abby while the entire apartment degenerated into chaos and my girls fought back. But it was clear that Abby had done her planning well, and after she knocked Paisley over the back of the couch with a violent backhand she started shouting orders to the others. “She was not speaking English, Master,” Lam sobbed. “It sounded Slavic, or something Eastern European. But the boy picked up Lillian, and the two girls grabbed me and they… they hit me, Master, and they dragged us to the stairs. I could not stop them, I tried, Master!”
“I know you did, my love.” I hugged her tight while she sobbed, and then kissed the top of her head. “You all did everything you could.”
“Th… thank you, sư phụ.” She gave one last sniff, and then continued. Rachel had caught up to the group in the lobby, and there general mayhem continued. As the boy and the two girls dragged Lillian and Lam outside, Rachel launched her attack at Abby, and the rest I had seen. “The case that the boy threw at you, Master, it was an explosive. Meg said that it was something called a ‘satchel charge.’ The Colonel and I managed to get you back into the tower, and then she left to pursue the raiders. I managed to get you upstairs, but you were impaled on a piece of metal, and I had to operate as best I could.” She sniffed again. “I am sorry, sư phụ, but you no longer have an appendix.”
“That’s okay, my love. You did great.” I gave her another squeeze and another kiss to the top of her head. “How long have I been out? Where’s Meg?”
“She is still gone. It has been two days, and I have not seen her since she left. I do not know where she is.” The Asian girl sniffed again, and then graced me with a rib-crushing hug as she reburied her face in my chest and sobbed. “Master, I am so sorry!”
“It’s not your fault,” I replied gently. “I saw you fighting. You were wonderful.” She raised her face to mine, her eyes wide and hopeful, and I graced her lips with a kiss. “You are the best slave ever,” I added.
“Oh, thank you, my Master!” She snuggled in close, and I held her while she sobbed in relief. As for me, I just peered off into space with what I am sure was a helpless, hurt look, at a loss as to what to do next and frustrated at my weakness.
“Is this good enough, Master Mikey?” Paisley asked as she slid the bowl of canned fruit closer to me.
I looked at the brunette, noted her anxious look, and gave her a reassuring smile. “It’s perfect, sweetheart,” I replied, and was pleased to see the little girl beam in happiness. “You are doing an excellent job,” I added.
“Yes,” Lam added from my other side, “you are serving chúa của chúng tôi well.”
It was the next morning, only three days since the attack and the explosion that had sent a piece of shrapnel tearing into my side, and I was already feeling much better. Lam and I had discussed it briefly while Paisley had been off on her kitchen run (and presumably sitting upside-down on the couch to make sure all my swimmers could use gravity to reach the goal line, her egg), and the doctor agreed with me that I seemed to be healing too rapidly – another piece of the puzzle that was our transformation. After she had composed herself she had checked my wound, pronounced it good enough, and then advised that I still not try to move.
It was next to impossible, but somehow I managed to obey her orders. What I really wanted to do was to leap up, grab something shooty, and charge out into the great unknown, determined to tear apart the entire eastern seaboard if necessary to find Rachel and Lillian and Meg. It took a great effort on my part but I hid my fears from the pair, instead focusing on the present. Lam toddled off to shower when Paisley returned with a couple of cans of corned beef hash and a manual can opener, and I managed to summon up enough energy to provide a light – if rather disgusting – cold meal. We saved some for the returning Lam, who scrunched up her face in revulsion but ate her portion without complaint.
The rest of the day I spent napping, healing, and getting serviced by my two girls. Naturally, Paisley wanted to ride my cock almost non-stop in her quest to bring Operation Knocked-Up Little Girl to a successful conclusion, but Lam quickly put that idea to rest. After pointing out that I was still healing, she joined the pigtailed girl in getting me off, and the sight of two tiny pink tongues washing my stiff cock while the pair of them furiously worked their pre-teen slits brought me to a climax almost instantly. I believe that Lam might have been exaggerating my frailties, though… during one time Paisley was in the shower cleaning up, the Asian girl took her absence as an opportunity to mount me herself, bracing her palms against my thighs as she bucked up and down on my cock like she was trying to break a bull at a rodeo. The sight of her tiny bouncing ass got me off, and the feeling of my jism washing over our baby growing in her belly got her off, and I think that we managed to complete our secret little rendezvous without Paisley being the wiser. I felt a little bad for a bit – until Paisley took Lam’s absence a few hours later to do the exact same thing. I knew that both knew what the other had done with me and I tried not to laugh as both pretended that neither one had broken Lam’s medical dictates while swearing that they were obeying, and vowed to keep their secrets to myself.
Another night passed with no word from Meg, and on the morning of the third day I was starting to get really worried. Paisley and Lam had retrieved some food for us from somewhere and I was leaning against the headboard as the three of us were in the middle of another cold meal when we heard the squeaking sound of hinges. We froze, and I glanced at first Lam and then Paisley. “Does Meg know we’re down here?” I quietly asked.
“I do not know, Master,” Lam whispered back. We looked at each other for another moment, and then sprang into action. I picked up Sexy’s pistol from the nightstand while Lam quickly grabbed the hunting rifle, and we both pointed our weapons at the door. At the same time Paisley grabbed Mr. Pibb and skittered off the bed to hide in the corner next to the dresser, her eyes wide and filled with fear. We waited as we heard movement coming down the hall, and both Lam and I raised our guns…
The movement stopped, and a tiny little hand waved a somewhat grimy handkerchief in the open door. “Don’t shoot,” Meg’s voice called. She poked her head around the frame and peered in with a snarky, sarcastic grin on her face. “Y’all decent?”
All three of us relaxed with sighs of relief, and Lam and I lowered our weapons as Paisley skittered out from her hiding place. “Nobody decent in here,” I shot back. As the Marine stepped into the room Mr. Pibb squirmed out of Paisley’s arms and dashed across the carpet, yapping happily as he danced around the redhead’s feet. I peered at the girl, taking in her grimy appearance and rather bedraggled look, and felt my smile turn into a frown. “Are you okay?” I asked as I placed the pistol on the nightstand. “What happened? Where have you been?”
“I’m okay, ‘n glad to be back,” she replied. She hesitated and I waved her forward, and she clambered onto the bed with the rest of us. As she leaned in for a tight hug I could see that she was worn out and filthy, with her pink tee-shirt stained with brownish mud and her jeans streaked with crud. I managed to keep my mouth shut and merely squeezed her tight – Lord, but the girl stank! “I followed them, ‘n managed to find out where they’re hiding.”
“Where are they, Colonel?” Lam asked.
“Are Lilly ‘n Rachel okay?” Paisley blurted.
“Are you okay?” I held the Marine at arm’s length, peering at her with concern.
“I’m okay, really, I am,” Meg insisted. She settled onto the bed, reached behind her, extracted a pistol and laid it on the nightstand next to mine. “I… think Lil ‘n Hot Pants are okay too,” she added as a look of uncertainty flashed through her eyes. “At least, they were still with them.”
“Who are they?”
“I dunno.” She took a deep breath, ran her fingers through her rat’s-nest hair, and exhaled hard. “They’re up north, near Philadelphia.”
Meg glanced at Paisley and then back at me. “Just tell it,” I said gently. A corner of my mouth quirked up as I nodded towards the pigtailed brunette, and I reached over to pat one of Paisley’s tiny hands as I looked squarely at the Marine. “She’s a big girl now, she can handle it.”
“Right.” Meg took another deep breath and nodded, and then launched into her tail. After the explosion, the raiders had tore away from the towers as Meg charged straight towards me. “I did see that they stopped and dragged the other two into their car,” she said as she reached into the bowl of fruit and shoved a handful into her mouth, ignoring the syrup that dribbled down her chin as she chewed. “And then they tore ass outta here.” She had managed to grab Lam and the pair of them dragged me into the lobby, and then the Marine in her kicked in and she had leapt in the Audi and raced off in pursuit.
“They had a little trouble figuring out the highway interchanges,” she smirked, “and I managed to catch up about ten miles out.” Keeping way back she had quietly trailed the speeding car, using the tail lights to track their progress. “They weren’t even hiding, Mike,” she said earnestly. She leaned forward and placed her hand on mine. “They weren’t even trying to hide! I think…” She trailed off and spared Paisley another glance, and then took in my nod. “I think they think you died in the explosion,” she said with a shake of her head.
“That makes sense,” I replied as I patted Paisley’s hand once again.
“Right. I mean, if I were a betting woman, I’d say that they think that me ‘n Lam ‘n the kid there wouldn’t be able to function without you. Well, I could,” she smirked. “Jess had to figure out how to finger the ol’ clam while driving ‘n not hit anything.”
“Good… job?” I said with a grin.
“Thanks, it’s a talent.” Meg shared my humor for a moment, and then her face got serious once more. “They kept heading north ‘n east, ‘n then they kinda went around Philly. They went north, to this gated community just outside Princeton. Mike, there’s about ten houses in there – all big mansion-types, surrounded by the stone wall with a gate. I stopped and watched for a while, and they went into one of the houses. They were draggin’ Lil and Rachel with them, and Hot Pants was shrieking like a fuckin’ banshee, so, I think they’re okay. I was gonna go in and get them out, but I spotted some Feral coming so I booked it back down here.” She sat back and her face scrunched up in annoyance. “I blew a tire a few miles back, and had to hoof it to find something new. Sorry, Mike, the Audi’s probably toast unless you really wanna get it back.”
“So why did it take so long to get back?” I asked. I reached out and tugged the hem of her stained and filthy tee. “And what happened?”
The Marine made another face and waved her hand dismissively. “Ah, ran into a few Feral along the way, while I was on foot. Nothing I couldn’t handle, though,” she lied.
At that moment I felt incredibly proud of the tiny redhead and I grasped her wrist and pulled her close, wrapping my arms around her in a deep bear hug. “You did good,” I said softly.
Meg buried her face in my chest to hide from the other girls and gave a tiny, almost unnoticeable sniff. “I fucked up,” she replied. “They got the fucking drop on me, ‘n stole Lil ‘n Hot Pants.”
“No, you did it right.” I raised her face to mine, used my thumb to wipe away a couple of stray tears, and gave her a tiny kiss. “You did everything right. We were all suckered, and you were the only one thinking straight.” She smiled a tiny, tentative smile, and I gave her another kiss, deeper this time. “You kicked ass ‘n took names, and I’m proud of you, Marine. You did the Corps proud.” I then made a little face and grinned as I added, “But you do stink, you know.”
Meg blushed a bit and made a face of disgust as well. “Fell into pond while fighting a Feral,” she muttered as she blushed and looked away. “Sorry.”
“Don’t worry about it.” I gave her another kiss, and this time she returned it with gusto, slipping her tongue past my lips and breathing tiny little-girl breaths that stank nearly as bad as Mr. Pibb’s into my mouth. “Get cleaned up and maybe we can do… stuff,” I suggested as I gave her a tiny pat on the backside.
Meg gave one more sniff and smiled through her tears. “That sounds good. Sounds like a plan.” She gave me one more hug and then hopped off the bed. “C’mon, kid,” she said forcefully as she caught Paisley’s wrist and dragged the brunette with her. “I’ll take a shower, ‘n you can wash my cunt.”
“I’m not a kid!” Paisley insisted in an offended tone. “Master Mikey’s trying to put a baby in me, ‘n only big girls do that!”
I smiled as the pair left the room, and then turned my attention to Lam. The doctor hadn’t spoken during Meg’s return, and she merely nodded approvingly. I realized that I had somehow managed to defuse a Meg-explosion and help the redhead’s self-esteem merely by being me. “Nicely done, sư phụ,” she said simply as she clutched my hand. “I knew that I had chosen wisely when I decided to trở thành nô lệ sinh sản của bạn.” she added as she leaned forward for a hug as well.
I wasn’t sure what the long string of Vietnamese actually meant, but somehow I did know that, at least with Lam, we had entered a new plane in our relationship. I had no idea what plane that was, though.
Besides, I had more important things to consider. Princeton… I thought as I stroked the Asian girl’s back.
The light in the bedroom was low, with shadows in the corners and lurking around furniture. The only illumination came from as tiny little lamp on the table next to the upholstered chair upon which I sat. I’m not sure if the chair came with the furnishings of apartment 206 or if one of the girls had dragged it down from our lair upstairs, but it had the feeling of comfortable familiarity that actually helped me relax a bit. I was glad for its presence, because it was the only thing in the room that actually helped keep me calm – the furniture was similar to the stuff with which I had become accustomed but it was noticeably different, and those differences were enough to throw me off, make me feel as if I were in a stranger’s home. Which I suppose it was.
I winced slightly as I leaned over, retrieved the cup of tepid and bland tea from the table, and took a sip. Lam had insisted that I drink many, many cups of tea – “You are dehydrated, Master,” she had explained, totally unphased by the fact that she was topless and still sported a tiny droplet of my spunk dangling from one stray hair from the truly massive fountain of jism that resulted from her worshipful hand/blow job earlier in the evening – in an effort to help my healing process. In all honesty I didn’t know if it was actually working or not, but it made the tiny Asian girl happy, so what the Hell…
I settled back and the sharp stabbing pain in my abdomen quieted to a dull ache, and sighed. I glanced down at the bandage wrapped around my torso, happy that at least my wound hadn’t been so serious that the doctor couldn’t have handled it, and tried to get comfortable. A tickle of sweat ran down my chest, and I absently wiped it off as I tried not to think about what I should be doing. We need to go after them, I thought with a scowl as I stared out the window at the darkening sky. We need to get them back! My imagination slipped into a dark place for a moment – an image of Lillian being beaten, of Rachel being raped, of all manner of tortures being visited upon my lovers – and shook my head to drive them away. No! Don’t think like that, I ordered myself. We’ll get them back, and we’ll be fine!
I heard a thumping at the door, not a knock but more of a kick. “Mike, you alone in there?” Meg called out.
“Yeah,” I replied as I sat up straighter. “Everything okay?”
Meg slipped into the room and kicked the door shut behind her, and I could instantly see why the Marine was doing everything with her legs. The redhead was totally naked, her pale body almost ethereal in the light of the room and her hair flowing like a crimson wave down her back. She had somehow managed to bind both of her wrists together in the small of her back, restraining her arms and almost pushing her flat chest out to me by way of an offering. “Everything’s fine,” she said a low, husky voice as she turned and sauntered over to me, providing my leering gaze with an eyeful of her naked eight-year-old body. “I just think I need a little bit of discipline.”
“Oh really?” My voice was low and husky as I felt my cock stirring in my sweat pants, and I looked the girl up and down. “And why is that?”
“’Cause I fucked up.” Meg straddled my legs and, using some incredibly impressive dexterity, managed to wriggle into my lap using only her hips. “I shoulda seen it coming, shouldn’t have let you get hurt.”
“Really?” The single repeated word sent a shiver up her spine, a shiver that was even fiercer when I ran my fingers up her nude side. “Is that all you want?”
“Maybe.” She tried to hide her smile as she ducked her head, and then when she met my eyes again her face was a serious mask. “I think that you should slap my ass nice ‘n hard, teach me to pay attention better.”
“Hmm.” I pretended to think as I ran my palm over her backside, and then reached down into our joined groins to untie my sweats. Meg helped me by raising herself up a bit and allowing me to pull them down to mid-thigh, and when she settled back down I could feel the heat of her slit squarely on my rapidly stiffening cock. “I don’t know, it’s such a nice ass it feels like a shame to make it all red ‘n stuff,” I said.
Meg squirmed for a bit, rubbing her pre-teen pussy against my cock as she blushed. “But I really need it,” she replied, her voice containing just a hint of a whine. “I really need to be taught a lesson!”
“Maybe you do,” I smirked as I ran my palm over her ass again. “But I don’t think a spanking’s gonna do it.” I leaned forward, gave her a kiss, and gripped her hips, raising her up slightly again. Slipping a hand free, I grasped the base of my cock and rubbed my tip between her non-existent lips, feeling as much as hearing her gasp as I slicked up my cockhead. “I think you deserve something much worse!” I added as I moved my hand up her back, grasped a handful of her silky, sweet-smelling hair, and pulled her head back.
“Ah!” Meg’s thighs trembled as she worked to keep herself from sliding down on me, trying to maintain control for just a bit longer. “No, really, a spanking is okay, that’s just what I deserve…”
“Nope.” I nuzzled her neck and the redhead whimpered, and I felt her slip down a fraction of an inch as my thick rod wedged her pussy lips apart. “You’re gonna fuck me, and you’re gonna take every drop,” I whispered, and the no-longer-tough Marine moaned. “But first, you’re going to truly pay for your inattention!”
“Wha… What are you gonna do?” she asked, her green eyes wide with nervousness as she strained to keep from slipping down any further.
I smirked and nuzzled her neck once more, sliding one hand up to tweak a stiff little-girl nipple. “You,” I whispered darkly in her ear as I gave a tiny twist, “are going to call me Master.”
The redhead reared back, her eyes wide and her face a mask of shock. Unfortunately her reaction had an unwanted effect, and any objection died in her throat as her pinched nipple was yanked from my fingertips and she slid another inch down onto me. “Ah! No!” she replied with a violent shake of her head.
I just smiled and reached forward again, bracing her with one hand as I tweaked the already-abused nipple with the other. “Say it,” I insisted. “Call me Master!”
“N… No! I won’t!” She shook her head violently again, but I could hear the determination weakening in her words, her resolve crumbling along with her stamina. Her legs twitched and she sank down further, moaning and gasping as a full two inches of Mike-meat was lodged in her pre-teen cunt. “I won’t!” she insisted.
“Say it!” I repeated. I placed a gentle hand on her shoulder and gave the slightest pressure, and the girl slid down another inch.
“Please, don’t make me say it…” she begged.
I smiled wickedly, slid my hand down, and ran a single fingertip across her clit. The stroke across her sensitive nubbin blasted through her efforts, and with a sharp cry of agonized ecstasy she sank fully onto my cock, taking all ten inches deep inside her body. I could feel the bottom of her hole pressing firmly against the tip of my cock, and her pussy walls almost seemed to stroke my shaft as she surrendered physically. “Say it,” I insisted, “you know you want to!”
“I… I…” I could see the war playing out across her face, see everything start to collapse even as her body automatically responded. She bounced slightly on my lap, ramming me into her once more as she sobbed, and then again, and again, each bounce punctuating her crumbling will. “I… Please… No…” she whispered, each word a moan torn from her lips after every thrust against me.
“Say it!” I hissed. I grasped her nipple, pinched, and gave a little twist.
“Ah! Master!” Meg’s resolve crumbled, and I could see tears of relief flowing from her eyes as she surrendered to me at last. “Master! Master!”
“Say it!” I repeated.
“Master! Master! Master!” Each word was followed by a hard, violent thrust against me, each admission of her new status rammed home with each ram of my cock, and she shuddered in a pre-orgasm as she leaned forward, rolling her hips and losing herself in the sensation of me sliding around inside of her and forcing her womanhood open to me.
“You belong to me now!” I whispered in her ear. “Forever and ever!”
“Master! Master! Master! Ma-uah-uAH!” Her words became a jumbled choke in her throat as she shuddered and came, her entire body tensing as she forced herself down on me, and I could feel the twitching of her pussy as it welcomed what it was designed to receive. The sensations sent me over the edge, splurting hot, sticky blasts of jism straight into her womb, and I growled as I kissed her gaping, consciousless lips, tasting of the redhead sweet, minty breath as our tongues fenced in her mouth.
We sat, straining, as I injected as much of my seed inside of her as possible, for what felt like hours. She eventually sagged against me, her tiny body weight almost a trifle as I held her tight, trembling and shuddering as she lay on my chest. “Master,” she whispered, almost as if it was the only thing she knew how to say.
“Forever,” I replied. I raised her face to mine, peered into her wide, hopeful green eyes, and kissed her once more. Meg whimpered in my mouth, giving a little roll of her hips as she moaned. “You’re mine forever,” I repeated.
“Yes, Master,” she whispered.
I held her close, feeling her body heat against mine, smelling her delicate little-girl fragrance tickling my nostrils, tasting her lips on mine, and the last of her resolve surrendered to me completely.
I think that we would have stayed like that for the rest of the night, but we were interrupted by a tiny, tentative knock. “Master Mikey?” Paisley asked as she cracked the door and peered around. “Are you busy right now?”
“I dunno,” I replied, but I was looking at Meg when I said it. A corner of my mouth curled into a smirk, and I added, “Am I busy right now?”
“Yes!” Meg shouted over her shoulder, her words just a bit more frustrated than I think she intended.
“Nope, we’re fine,” I told Paisley, my smirk growing wider. “C’mon in.”
The pigtailed brunette snuck inside, her eyes wide as she peered straight at the bound and helpless Marine impaled on my cock. “I thought Meg was a lesbonim,” she said in shock.
“I am!” the redhead shot back.
“She says she is,” I smirked.
“Please don’t do this,” Meg pleaded.
“’Please don’t do this,’ what?” I asked as I gave her a firm smack on one tiny, flat asscheek.
“Ow! Please don’t do this, Master!” she whispered her face blushing a brilling crimson that was only a shade lighter than her hair.
“Oh, is the Colonel now your slave as well, sư phụ?” Lam asked as she joined us inside the bedroom.
“Oh my God,” Meg whimpered as she blushed even deeper.
“But she said she wasn’t gonna call Master Mikey master!” Paisley insisted.
“That was then,” I said evenly as the redhead buried her face in my shoulder. “This is now. People change.”
“Yes,” Lam added with a wicked smile. She hopped up on the bed, pulled Paisley along with her, and her smile turned absolutely evil. “You see, Paisley,” she explained with her gaze locked on the humiliated Meg. “Sometimes it takes a while for slaves to realize their proper place with chủ của chúng tôi. The Colonel was such a slave, but now she had realized her proper place.”
“I’m gonna fuckin’ die,” the redhead moaned into my shoulder. “I’m just gonna have a stroke and die, right here, on Mike’s cock.”
“Relax,” I said gently as I stroked her back. “It could be worse.”
“How?!?” The second that the word left her mouth she knew it was a mistake, as Mr. Pibb dashed into the bedroom to see what all the commotion was about. The puppy raced between my feet, spun, and lept up, yapping at Meg’s backside like it was a delightful new toy that he just had to have. “Oh, just fuckin’ kill me now,” the redhead moaned in humiliation as she reburied her face in my chest while the Yorkie managed to graze one trembling asscheek with his whispers and the little girl twitched.
I chuckled, and then patted her back. “Okay, I’m done tormenting you now,” I murmured gently. Meg raised her face and I saw that it was an alarming shade of red. “And no, I’m not gonna kill you. After all,” I added as I pitched my voice as low as possible and slid my mouth next to her ear, “I just got a new slave, ‘n I wanna make sure to use her as much as possible.”
“Asshole.” Meg was smiling as she cursed at me, and then she affixed her lips to mine, and as I held her I knew she wasn’t going to die of embarrassment that day.
I gave her another quick kiss and then looked over her shoulder. “Lam, serious time now. How am I healing?”
The doctor smiled and nodded, and I somehow knew she was filing away more than a few choice torments with which to torture the Marine at a later date. “You are healing well, Master,” she replied as she braced her palms on the edge of the mattress and kicked the side of the bed with her heels. “I believe it is safe to assume that, like us, you have increased healing abilities as well.”
“Excellent. Now, this is important. Can I move tomorrow?”
Lam looked at me, her face dropping into a neutral mask as she realized the implications of my question. “Master, I do not believe…”
“Lam, straight answer… Yes or no?”
I could see what she wanted to say, but she swallowed and told the truth anyway. “Yes, if you do not strain too much. Why?”
I looked at the trio, one after the other. Paisley, her eyes wide and wondering and hopeful… Lam, her gaze worried and determined and cautious… Meg, her orbs filled with love and adoration and devotion… and I knew that it wasn’t even a choice. “Tomorrow, we’re going on a little trip,” I announced as I gave the redhead’s backside another gentle pat. “We’re going to get our people back!”
“And I’m gonna kill that blonde cunt,” Meg added in a voice so quiet I wasn’t quite sure I had actually heard her. In any event, I ignored her determined threat – in truth, I agreed with her. And as I took in both Paisley and Lam’s faces, I knew that they shared the Marine’s desire vengeance.
