Lam looked up at me from her place kneeling next to the wounded Malinka, her eyes reassuring. “Her injuries do not look serious, Master,” she replied softly, raising her voice just enough to be audible over the roar of the engine and the splash of water against the hull.
“I okay,” the sexy little brunette croaked bravely but I noticed that the corners of her eyes were tight, as if she were trying to ignore the discomfort of her injuries. “Not bad, just scratches.”
I frowned as I looked down at the nasty-looking gouges on one calf and along her forearms. The talons of the Feral seemed to have dug deep, but both she and the doctor claimed that her injuries were minor so who was I to argue? “Are you sure?” I asked in a concerned tone.
The NYPD police boat cut a smooth line across the bay, taking us further from the site of our doom with each passing second. As we had pulled away from the dock the Feral charged after us, filling the concrete spit out into the harbor completely and actually catapulting their bodies off the end as their momentum carried them forward. I suppose we were fortunate that none of them could swim – after bobbing for a few seconds most started thrashing about before sinking beneath the gently lapping waves, a perfect fate for them in my opinion. Ricketts turned the boat outward and pushed the accelerator, taking us away from the nightmarish scene behind us and taking us towards… somewhere. I spent several minutes making sure my girls were okay but by far the most serious case seemed to be Malinka’s (which both Lam and she insisted weren’t that bad), and beyond a few trembles (and Paisley’s terrified wetting of her pants yet again) everyone seemed okay. While Lam went to work on our newest family member’s wounds, Meg and Rachel moved away from the prow to talk to our rescuers – and I could have been mistaken, but they didn’t exactly look totally happy to see us.
“I am sure, Master,” Lam replied. She opened up her doctor’s bag and began to dress the sexy brunette’s injuries, a procedure that seemed to involve half a tube of antiseptic cream and gauze bandages. “They might be deep scratches, but they are scratches nonetheless. She will be fine.”
“That’s good to hear. What were you thinking?” I asked as I turned my attention to the Eastern European girl, glowering down at her with stern concern. “You almost got torn apart back there.”
“I trip over my own feet,” she admitted with a bit of embarrassment that turned into a wince as Lam smeared cream on her calf. “I shooting good though?”
“Yes,” I admitted with an exasperated sigh. I looked up and saw Lillian watching me with a bemused smile as she slumped against the edge of the gunwale, trying to catch her breath after our flight. “You shooting good,” I told Malinka. For her part, Lillian just gave me a little wink and turned her attention towards the other girls, evaluating them with her critical, authoritarian eye.
“Hey, Mike,” Meg said as she and Rachel rejoined us. “They’re taking us to Long Beach. They say that they’ve managed to clean out all the Feral ‘n that it’s safe.”
“Really?” I tried – and failed – to keep the dubious tone out of my voice as I glanced past them to the other group clustered around the cabin of the boat. Ricketts was concentrating on his steering but I could see him toss a glance our way every so often, while the girls were clustered beneath the window almost like a human shield between us and him. Most of them stared at us with suspicion… not outwardly hostile, but definitely not brimming with trust. “Do we trust them?” I asked.
Meg gave a snort of ironic laughter. “Well, considering that we’ve got no more ammo, we’re stuck on a boat, and our only other choice is to go back and face a billion fucking Feral, I don’t think we have very many options.”
“They’re not totally friendly, but I don’t think they’re bad, Mikey,” Rachel added. She glanced over her shoulder at the other group and then leaned forward. “They say there’s lots of empty houses where we’re going and we can take our pick, and they’ll give us all the time we need to rest.”
“Huh.” I eyed them with more than a little mistrust as I remembered what happened the last time we ended up meeting other survivors, but I realized that Meg was right – we didn’t have very many other options. “What do you think?” I asked Lillian.
The President glanced over at the group as well, frowned slightly, and turned her attention back to me. “We’ll follow your play, Mike,” she replied.
“Jesi li dobro?” Nadia asked Malinka. She glanced at me, over her shoulder at the other group, and then looked back at the injured brunette. “Šta se dešava?”
“Ja sam dobro, a mi pokušavamo da otkrijemo da li verujemo ove nove ljude,” Malinka replied with a wince as Lam turned her attention to the girl’s forearms.
“Ne želim da te nove pičke nigde blizu Michael,” Nadia declared forcefully as she scowled at the new girls.
“Yeah, that’s not gonna get old real quick,” I grumped as I glowered at the pair. I glanced at the other group myself and then glanced at my girls, taking in their worn appearance, the sheer exhaustion etched into their faces… and then I decided.
“Ah! Ah! Ah!”
Rachel wrapped her legs around my hips and locked her ankles together, clinging to me as she angled her hips up to the ceiling in an offering to me. An offering I was only too willing to take… Her pre-teen body was warm and willing and her pussy felt incredibly silky and tight as I plunged into her, my cock spearing deep and filling her completely. I shifted my feet slightly to gain a bit more purchase on the sheets as I redoubled my efforts, my balls slapping loudly against her flat backside as she hissed and whimpered and writhed beneath me. As usual we had only been fucking for a couple of minutes and I was already close to cumming – and based on her reactions I could tell that she was teetering on the edge as well. “Do it, Mikey!” she gasped, her words muffled by my chest. “Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me fuck me fuck me!!!”
It had been three days since Ricketts and his girls had rescued us from almost certain death on the docks. After allowing us to gather our wits and the short exchange of introductions we made our way across the harbor to Long Island, where they had set up shop. They had been far busier than we since whatever had happened to all of us, cutting all access to the sandy island except by boat and securing their home, and as a result they had managed to create something of a little oasis in the shadow of the dead city. A short whispered conversation between the little Asian girl – Jin, I eventually found out – and Ricketts allowed him to make a grunting decision, and after tying up to a small dock we got our choice of beachfront property. And then, with the exception of the occasional check by one of the girls, they largely left us alone. Still, we knew that they didn’t exactly trust us… especially if my occasional spotting of a tiny form camped out in a shadowy attic window several houses down was any indication. Meg pointed her out to me one evening after a quick little game of ‘helpless prisoner of war’ (in which she was the helpless prisoner, bound and stripped naked, and I was her interrogator, forcing her to confess her sins through the strategic and frequent use of my twisting fingers, swatting palm, and thrusting cock) and opined that it was probably Leslie Gompers, Ricketts’s pet cop, keeping an eye on us. “She’s got perfect line of sight, Mike,” the Marine explained. “Remember how good a shot she was back at the docks?”
“I try not to remember that particular fuck-up,” I replied with a wry smile. I used the back of my hand to wipe some of the sweat from around her eyes, a task that she herself couldn’t actually perform due to the make-shift ties binding her wrists into the small of her back. “But you’re probably right,” I continued. “She could probably take us all out with a single bullet.” I glanced over my shoulder through the open window and into the darkness, and then turned my attention back to the little girl with a half-smirk on my face. “Think she’s watching right now?” I asked as I slid my palm down her nude, sweat-slicked body to the cleft between her thighs. “Should we give her a show?”
“Damn,” the redhead drawled as she squirmed beneath my touch. “Didn’t you just get off a minute ago?”
“Well, I’m bigger than you are,” I explained softly as I rolled onto my back and forced her on top of me. “So it’s not like you have a choice.” I ignored her objections, her embarrassment, and her whimpers of discomfort as I lay back down on the mattress and forced her to dance on my raging erection. I’m sure Leslie got a good view of the helpless redhead’s squirming ass as I impaled her quivering body on my shaft, and a tiny part of me hoped that she enjoyed the show.
I was actually grateful that Ricketts’s group largely left us alone. We certainly needed the down time – between the stressful travel, the raid on the Princeton compound, and our flight through New Jersey, none of us was in any position to do anything of note. Once we settled into the rather quaint, well-appointed beachfront house I swear that I spent a full twenty-four hours sleeping. Of course, I knew that it wasn’t true… Each of the girls decided that they wanted to take advantage of the safety offered by the island to get in some quality naked-fun-time with me. It was all Lam’s fault – the evening of our first day she waited until we had finished off a rather sumptuous meal (well, it was sumptuous compared to the meager rations we had been living on for the previous two days) before she announced that it was time for them to reward the hero of our flight with a prize properly befitting him, took me by the hand, led me up to the master bedroom, and then proceeded to give herself over to her animal lusts. It was fairly mind-blowing – although it could have been the stress of the past several days and the first time that I had relaxed since we left the Towers – but I dropped off that night thoroughly satisfied and slept the sleep of the just with a sweaty, sperm-soaked eight-year-old Asian girl curled up next to me.
Naturally, once Lam had taken her turn the rest of my bedroom playmates insisted that they have their turns as well. Lillian was the first to replace Lam in my bed, and we spent a long, lazy morning making love and reconnecting. I thought that she wanted to talk about her experience, but she couldn’t – not yet, at least. Whenever she tried she would begin to shake, and I would hold her in my arms while clung to my bare chest and sobbed quietly. Lam returned a few hours later under the pretext of checking on Lillian so of course I had to take advantage of her once more, and my tiny, well-fucked Latina managed to pull herself out of her dark memories and root me on as I pinned the tiny doctor to the mattress and give her yet another sperm sample. Of course, seeing how it was internal, I’m not sure how much use it would be to her studies.
Noon brought around lunch and Paisley, who kept me company and brought a smile to my face as she practically gushed about all the wonderful, amazing things that could be found both in our house and the ones immediately around us. Naturally her company aroused me, and my arousal aroused her, and she showed me just how much she’d been practicing as she rode my erection with abandon – and, for some strange reason, I didn’t mind her calling me Daddy as I filled her little-girl womb with my spunk. Rachel came in a short time later to remind her that it was time for her to take a shower… which turned out to merely be an excuse for her to ride my cock and call me Daddy in a light, whispery voice as she took her dose of Mike inside her twitching womb.
Nadia took her turn and I discovered something disturbing… one of the other girls had been teaching her rudimentary English. Of course, the words that she had been learning seemed to be slang for her little-girl vagina and self-degrading insults. Part of me wanted to end it before it got too bad, but there was something about a rail-thin brunette, her long hair pulled into a pair of pigtails, riding my cock and hissing “Nadia whore! Nadia cunt! Nadia slut!” over and over again that added an edge to my lust, and I swear that I came so much I was afraid that the little girl was going to pop. I resolved to have a chat with the suspected culprit (a tiny little blonde girl who swore she didn’t like anal, but who somehow always seemed to gravitate back to the subject during whispered post-coital conversations), but not immediately – the feeling of Nadia’s warm, sweat-slicked body pressed against mine as she shuddered through her orgasm and whispered how she was just a cunt felt too good in the moment.
Meg, on the other hand, insisted that I was as rough and domineering as possible. Well, she didn’t exactly insist on it… rather, I quickly learned that while she enjoyed sleeping with me, she really liked it when I tied her up and whispered how helpless she was, how she couldn’t do a damn thing to stop me from taking what I wanted, and that no matter what she wanted I was going to shoot my load into her. Her orgasms were truly titanic, and afterwards I would hold her as she shivered in my arms and cried silent tears – although whether they were from relief or something else I wasn’t sure. She never admitted her emotions, and I didn’t press her… I figured we all had enough problems and had gone through far too much, to be totally stable, and any attempt on my part to pry would just be humiliating for her.
Of course, that is not to say that my rest and recuperation time was limited to mere one-on-one encounters with the girls, especially with the overwhelming lust that seemingly drove their every decision. One evening I was surprised when both Paisley and Rachel decided to ‘play twinsies,’ twisting their hair into pigtails and pretending that they were sisters who just had to play nasty little sex games with their ‘big brother.’ (They almost managed to pull it off but the effect was ruined by the innocent little brunette glancing at my creative little lover every so often for her prompt. The three-way sex was phenomenal, though.) Another time Lam insisted on watching – “Purely for my research, Master,” she insisted – as I plowed into the squirming, moaning, and wincing Nadia, and then of course Nadia had to return the favor as I demonstrated just how sexually devoted the tiny Asian girl actually was. All in all I felt like I was managing to satisfied my harem’s sexual needs… that is until I wandered out one night to use the bathroom and espied Meg, Lillian, Rachel, and Nadia in a complicated four-way lesbian pile that seemed to be a confusion of legs and arms and pussies and tongues and fingers and moans and wet squelches, and I snuck past the ajar door with a grin and a shake of my head. Naturally I woke up Paisley when I returned and took care of my arousal, a development that the little girl loved if her pants and moans and silent, shuddering orgasm was any indication.
The only outlier in my pre-teen sex-fest was Malinka. The semi-fluent Eastern European girl – I never did find out exactly from what country she was originally from – didn’t exactly keep her distance from me, but she didn’t exactly throw herself on my cock. It wasn’t anything that I could directly put my finger on, and in truth I was far too busy dealing with six other hairless, pre-teen pussies to worry about it much… but on the third day of our convalescence I distantly noted that she was the only one I had not as yet fucked. She did seem friendly enough but at the same time she definitely was keeping me at arm’s length, almost as if she were afraid that she would catch cooties from me or something. At the same time I caught her more than once tossing me a weird look, one that was tiny and small and barely noticeable, and I definitely had no idea what she was thinking. Did she want sex? Was she terrified that I was going to throw her out onto the streets? Was she plotting something, a lá Abby? In truth I didn’t know – and given the sheer amount of underage lust I was called upon to slake, it wasn’t as if I had the time to do anything more than simply shrug it off.
Everything finally came to a head with the sexy brunette late in the afternoon of our third day. Lillian and Meg had wandered off somewhere to do government-type stuff (I guess), while I got the impression that Nadia and Paisley were in one of the other bedrooms playing a complicated game of ‘Who Gets Who Off First’ using their fingers. Lam was downstairs pouring over her research notes, but she was organized enough to let me know that it was time for my once-ever-four-hours sex session. As the only one available at the time was Rachel, I naturally took advantage of her…
… which is what I was doing in an upstairs bedroom, with the windows open and a cool coastal breeze washing across my bare body, spearing into a tiny little half-dressed blonde girl who was squirming and moaning and begging for more beneath my pistoning hips.
I made one last thrust, plunging so deep into Rachel that the tip of my cock smacked against her quivering cervix and tore a gasp/whimper from her lips, and then slid my arms beneath her shoulders. In a single fluid motion I rolled over onto my back, carrying the gasping, panting pre-teen with me until we had reversed positions – a maneuver that the pigtailed blonde welcomed. She levered herself upright, giving me a wonderful view of her flushed face and neck and the stiff, hard nubbins of her nipples poking through the red Hollister tee she wore around her torso, and firmly planted her palms in my abdomen. As her eyes half-rolled into the back of her head she thrust herself forward and backwards, impaling herself on my rod with wild abandon and a look of sheer determination on her face. “Ah! Ah! Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah…” her gasping cries chanted in time to her bounces. Distantly, a part of my consciousness knew that Leslie was probably watching us from her sniper perch several houses down, and the knowledge that we had an audience only added to the sheer thrill of our coupling.
The sight of her impaling herself on my cock, the feel of her smooth, slick skin beneath my palm, the scent of her as she threw herself into her lusts with a madness bordering on desperation was more than enough, and with a growl I tensed and lifted my hips up off the mattress, spearing into her fully as I grabbed her hips to keep her in place. Rachel shuddered as she threw her head back and her eyes rolled into her skull, and she shuddered as her body crashed into an orgasm of her own, her cervix irising open to accept every drop of my seed inside her womb. The feeling of her pussy undulating along the length of my cock, working to pull all of my sperm inside of her, was simply glorious… and a part of me wanted us to stay like that forever. But of course we couldn’t, and slowly we both came down from our sexual highs. Rachel collapsed on top of me, gasping for breath and shuddering with the aftershocks of her orgasm as I held her close. “That was incredible!” I managed to wheeze as I tried to catch my breath.
My little blonde lover smiled and gave me a kiss. “Of course it was,” she said softly. “I’m the one doing all the work!”
I smiled back as gave her a swat across one bare asscheek, and was gratified to tear a tiny little squeak and a giggle from between her lips. “Wiseass. What’s going on? You’ve been a wild woman lately…”
“Wild girl,” she shot back with a wicked grin. “No tits equals little girl, you child molester.”
I smacked her ass again and fixed her with an obviously fake glower, to which she responded by crossing her eyes and sticking her tongue out at me. “Someone certainly has a smart mouth on her these days,” I growled. “Seriously, you’ve been very…” I paused for a second and took a close look at her, taking in the faint blush of embarrassment in her cheeks and the way she wouldn’t quite meet my eyes. “You’re trying to get pregnant, aren’t you?” I accused.
Rachel sighed and rested her head against my collarbone, not daring to look directly at me. “Yes,” she finally admitted in a tiny, humiliated voice.
I just chuckled and patted her ass. “You’re completely transparent, y’know that, right?” I said. I raised my head and gave her a kiss on the top of her skull, and she wriggled happily on my cock as she practically purred. I was going to continue our conversation when there came a tiny knock at the door. “Yes?” I called out.
The door opened and Lam peeked into the room. “Have you finished, Master?” she asked in a tiny, musical little voice.
“He’s busy,” Rachel replied with just a hint of annoyance in her voice.
I gave her another swat on the ass and turned to face the door. “I think we’re done her for the moment, Lam. Is anything wrong?”
Lam gave a tiny little nod of satisfaction as she pushed the door all the way open and skittered into the bedroom, her medical bag clutched in one petite hand. “No, Master, everything is fine,” she said as she hopped up on the mattress next to us. “I just need to take some samples.”
As the little Asian girl rummaged through her bag, my little blonde lover half-glowered at the doctor as she pushed herself upright into a seated position on my still-stiff cock. “Does it have to be now?” she snipped, her voice containing just a hint of a whine. “I’m spending time with Mikey!”
“Are you sure everything is okay, Lam?” I asked.
“Indeed, Master!” With well-practiced movements she wrapped an elastic band around my upper arm and swabbed the crook of my elbow with a cotton ball soaked in alcohol. “I have made Leslie aware of my need for diagnostic equipment,” she explained as she pushed the needle into my vein, removed the band, and let a small test-tube thing fill with my blood. “Tomorrow morning she, Meg and I will be venturing to a nearby clinic. If it is intact as they say it is, I might be able to continue my studies.”
A nasty little thought flitted through my brain as I watched the vial fill to capacity, and I felt a frown pull on my face. “I thought they were keeping their distance,” I mentioned. “I mean, beyond you girls I haven’t seen or heard anyone else since we got here. When have you been having so many conversations with the other girls?”
Lam glanced at Rachel and a guilty look flashed across her face before she composed it into her normally neutral mask. “We… have been talking, Master.”
“Lam…” Rachel clambered off my body – her slit making a small, quiet, wet sucking sound as she pulled herself off my cock – and rolled onto one hip beside my leg, fixing the Asian girl with a threatening glare.
My gaze flicked back and forth between the two as I began to get suspicious. “What’s going on here?” I asked.
“Mikey,” Rachel began.
“Master…” Lam tried to hide her discomfort behind a clinical mask, but we had been together long enough – and been intimate enough – so that I could see right through her. “We… discussed things, with the other girls, as we were getting settled here.”
“Lam, don’t…”
As Lam placed another cotton ball in the crook of my elbow I sat up and gave Rachel a swat across her bare ass once again. “You, hush,” I ordered without too much heat. I then turned my attention back to Lam and fixed her with a direct gaze. “And what in particular did you discuss?”
“There are… some of us, Master, who do not wish to share,” she began, her words almost halting as she peered at me from under her long, luscious eyelashes. “Share you, that is. With the other girls.” She turned her attention to Rachel and tied another elastic band around the tiny blonde’s arm. “I do not wish to speak ill of others, but there are some who wish to keep you all to themselves, and they are afraid that the addition of other females into the mix will lessen their time with you.”
“Tattletale,” Rachel muttered in a grouchy tone. As Lam jabbed her arm as well (in a much rougher manner, I noted) she squeaked in pain and glared at the Asian girl.
“I am not being a tattletale,” Lam insisted with a pout. “Master asked me directly!”
“But you didn’t have to tell him!” Rachel shot back.
“I cannot lie to Rồng Sư Phụ của tôi!” the Asian girl replied with an almost shocked look on her face. “That would be được chỉ sai cho một nô lệ như bản thân mình!”
“Speak English!” Rachel snapped.
“Đừng nói với tôi làm thế nào để nói chuyện bạn ít đĩ!” Lam snapped back.
As the pair fell to bickering I could only lay there in shock, my jaw literally hanging open as the two went at it. It wasn’t the sheer incongruity of the scene that was causing my brain to stutter – after all, over the past three months I had somewhat gotten used to the image of a half-dressed blonde girl in pigtails forcing herself down on my cock, just as I had gotten used to a tiny little Asian girl in a skin-tight pink babydoll tee and a pair of panties speaking as if she were the lead character of a medical drama. No, the thing that threw me for a loop was just how bratty the pair of them were acting right then… Rachel didn’t look a day over eight as she pouted and glared and hissed at the doctor, and I swear that if she hadn’t had to keep her arm extended as Lam drew her blood she would have stamped her foot in frustration and perhaps thrown things around the room. For her part Lam didn’t really look all that different although she did have an air of smugness about her, almost as if she was indeed being a tattletale in the hopes of currying favor with me, but whereas the tiny pigtailed blonde was spitting out her words in English the good doctor was returning fire in Vietnamese – which only served to make Rachel even angrier. What the fuck… I wondered. A tiny noise by the door drew my attention, and I momentarily flicked my gaze from the bickering pair to see Malinka leaning against the doorframe, smirking as she watched the conflict. Damn it, time to play daddy… “Okay,” I announced in my most authoritarian voice, raising my volume so that I could be heard over the pair. “Stop this right now! Uhm…” I was stunned as both of them immediately stopped fighting as if a switch had been thrown and turned their attention to me, and suddenly I felt like I was center-stage under their focused, spotlight gazes. “Uhm, Lam,” I began, “really, it’s not polite to be a tattletale.”
“But Master, I was not being a câu chuyện nói nhãm,” she insisted, her words containing jut the barest hint of self-satisfaction as if she couldn’t help telling on the others. “This slave could not keep a secret of such magnitude from you…”
“Oh, bullshit, you just couldn’t wait to run and tell Mikey all about it, just so that he would like you better,” Rachel interrupted.
“Rachel, that’s enough. Is this true? Did you and some others work to make sure that the new girls don’t get to see me?” The tiny blonde blushed and wouldn’t meet my eyes, and her reaction was enough to tell me that Lam’s accusation was indeed correct – and I could do nothing more than sigh. “I can’t say that I’m surprised,” I admitted.
“Mikey…” the little blonde girl began.
“It’s okay, Rach.” I reached out and caressed the side of her face, and Rachel practically purred happily at my touch as she nuzzled my palm. “But you don’t have any reason to feel threatened, or jealous. You know that you girls are my favorites, so there’s no fear that somebody new would take me away from you.” I sat up and gave her a little kiss to reinforce my statement – but she wasn’t having any of that, and instead wrapped her arms around my neck in a crushing grip as she returned my kiss with a passionate one of my own. “And Lam,” I added as I worked to disentangle myself from the tiny blonde octopus, “you could have just explained things to me earlier, like a grown-up. There was no need for you to wait so long, or to act as though you were betraying a trust. There’s no need for you to tattle on the others. Do you understand?”
“I… think so, Master,” she replied in a small, tragic voice. “I am sorry I acted in such a manner.”
“I’m not the one you need to apologize to,” I said. I leaned forward and kissed her as well, and felt her shiver a bit and noted her small, pleased mile when I flopped back down on the mattress. “I think you and Rachel need to kiss and make up.”
“Of course, Master!” I hadn’t meant it literally, but then again I made absolutely no move to stop the tiny Asian girl from leaning over, placing her arms on Rachel’s shoulders, and pressing her lips against my blonde lover’s. For her part Rachel slid her arms around Lam’s waist, stroking the tiny little bare strip of flesh just above the back of the Asian girl’s panties. It was literally one of the hardest things I ever forced myself to do, and somehow managed to keep myself in check despite the sheer erotic hotness of the scene playing out in front of me – and naturally the pair didn’t help my twitching cock, given the quiet little murmurs of lust that was barely audible over the wet smacking of their lips. “I am sorry, Rachel,” Lam said with a tiny gasp when the pair broke their kiss.
“It’s so totally okay, Lammy,” the blonde girl replied with a small smile and a faint blush. “I could never stay mad at you!”
“Good.” Lam gave herself a little shake and returned to doctor mode. “Can I please ask you to accompany me to the bathroom?” she asked simply. “I need some other samples for my analysis.”
“You mean you need…” When the doctor nodded at Rachel’s implication, the tiny blonde made a face of disgust. “Ick! But, well, okay…” Both clambered off the bed, Lam slipping back into clinical mode and Rachel totally heedless of the fact that she was naked from the waist down, and the pair padded out of the room. As they slipped through the door Malinka took a half-turn out of their way, only to return to her leaning spot against the frame as soon as they had passed, her face still a smirking mask.
Oh great, here’s another one… I thought sourly. “Did you have something you wanted to say?” I asked aloud.
“No,” she replied coolly, almost as if she had been sitting in judgment of my interpersonal skills with Rachel and Lam. “You handle things fine.” I noticed her gaze flicking up and down my naked body, and couldn’t miss it when her smirk grew even deeper.
“See anything you like?” I asked with a snarky grin as I raised my hips half an inch to give her a better look.
“Eh.” The sexy little girl gave a tiny, dismissive half-shrug. “Nothing I not see before.” She dropped her gaze from my face, down my flat abdomen and locked on my cock. I wasn’t erect anymore – emptying my balls into an energetic, willing little blonde nympho will do that to a guy – but it was still semi-hard, lying thick across my thigh. Evidently the sight of my shaft sparked something in her, because the Eastern European girl actually blushed a bit and immediately tore her gaze back up to my face.
I swung around and sat up, not even bothering to find my clothes. I fixed the sexy little girl with a critical eye… Like the rest of the girls she had managed to scrounge up some clothes that vaguely fit her tiny, pre-teen body, and Malinka had pulled on a pair of skin-tight jeans and a small tee-shirt advertising a local Long Island bar, but the shirt was about an inch and a half too short and exposed a nice wide strip of smooth, flawless belly flesh. Her clothes were nothing special but I had to admit that with her jet-black hair hanging loose around her shoulders and her wide, deep-blue doe-like eyes in that moment she seemed extra-sexy. “I just realized that we don’t know anything about you or Nadia,” I stated as I stood up, heedless of my nude state and actually enjoying the breeze on my sweat-slicked flesh. “How do I know we can really trust you?”
Malinka shrugged, her shoulders bobbing up and down a fraction of an inch as she practically oozed fatalism. “You trust, you don’t trust. Whatever.”
Her attitude promptly dampened any sort of lust I might have felt for the brunette in that moment. I wasn’t angry or upset – just annoyed and wondering what the girl’s game actually was. I took a step closer and was gratified to see her take a step back into the hall, and then I strode purposefully directly towards her. She could only go so far until she was backed up against the wall across the hallway, and an uncertain look flashed through her eyes for a split-second as she realized that she had nowhere to go except into another bedroom to her right (through which tiny, feminine moans of passion-fueled lust filtered through the door as Nadia and Paisley’s playtime reached its climax) or down the stairs to her left. In seconds I was directly in front of her, towering over her tiny little form as she stared up at me in defiance. “You don’t think you need to earn our trust?” I ask her in a low voice. She squirmed a bit and started to sidle towards the stairs, but I stopped her flight by taking a gentle-yet-firm grip on her shoulder, and though I could feel the heat of her body through the tissue-thin fabric of her tee, thoughts of sex were the furthest thing from my mind as I stared down at her. “After all, you kidnapped Lil and Rachel…” I continued.
“That not my idea,” she quickly replied with a shake of her head, her words insistent. “That Svetlana’s plan!”
“Svetlana?” It took me a second to realize who she was talking about. “Do you mean Abby?”
“Yes!” The tiny brunette had an insistent look on her face, almost as if she were trying to convince me of the truth of her words. “It her plan, she do it all! I no choice!”
“Ah.” Thoughts of the sweet, nasty, traitorous little blonde flashed through my mind and I felt a momentary flash of sadness of what I had to do, but I banished the memories with a quick shake of my head and fixed girl with glower. “That’s kind of beside the point,” I continued. “You helped to kidnap Lil and Rachel, and you did nothing while Abby – Svetlana – tortured Lil. And you just made Rachel your little lesbian slave.”
“I keep safe, I no allow kill!” Malinka had a truly panicked look on her face and her eyes darted back and forth, and she trembled beneath my palm as she realized that she and I were alone in the upstairs hallway. “I no help self, I horny and girl not doing!” she blurted as she gazed up at me with a pleading look.
Distantly I realized that the more panicked she got the worse her English actually was, so it took me a few seconds to figure out what she was saying. “That’s beside the point,” I said sternly. I quickly glanced left and right and leaned in close. “You did something that hurt us, all of us, and didn’t do anything to help our people when you had them prisoner.”
“I fight!” she exclaimed, her voice containing more than a little bit of quavering fear that she covered with defiant steel as she stiffened before me. “I kill many cannibal!”
“Yes, that’s true.” I leaned in closer, so close that I could smell her delicate little-girl scent tickling my nostrils, and as much as I wanted to do nothing more than throw her on a bed and fuck her stupid I had a message far more important to impart. “But you need to understand that we’re a family here. Rachel and Lil mean a great deal to me, and I care deeply about their well-being.”
“You say that because of fucking,” she shot back with an almost sneer.
I didn’t even hesitate… I pulled her towards me a half inch and shoved her back, firmly knocking her into the wall. The impact didn’t hurt her in the least but my little display, coupled with the furious look on my face, informed her know that I wasn’t fucking around. “You will not talk about them like that,” I growled. “I have been with Rachel since all this happened, and Lil’s been with us almost as long. You, on the other hand,” I added, giving her a gentle little poke on the forehead, “have only been around for two days. Two days.” I leaned in close, surprised at how easily my menacing form towered over the tiny little brunette, and dropped my voice to a whisper. “You haven’t earned the right to talk about them like that.”
“I… sorry.” Malinka tried to meet my gaze with one of her own, but she just couldn’t hold my glower and looked away.
“I’m not the one you need to apologize to,” I replied. I started to feel a little bad, and loosened my grip on her shoulder to slide it up to her cheek. Turning her face to mine, I stared intently into her tear-brimming eyes. “You need to apologize to the other girls for what you did. They’re the ones you hurt the most.”
“I… do bad things,” she replied in a small, miserable voice. “They never forgive!”
“You have to try.” I gave her cheek a little stroke with my thumb, and was gratified to see her shiver just a little bit. “If we’re going to travel and live together, you need to come to peace with them.”
“I… try.” Malinka seemed to hold an odd look in her tear-filled deep-blue orbs, a strange gleam that almost seemed as much grateful for my kindness as much as holding a hint of… something. “I make up to Rachel, and apologize to Lillian, I swear!” She gripped my wrist in her two tiny hands, holding my palm up to her cheek as she stared into my eyes. “I swear it, Michael!” she repeated, almost as if she were making a solemn vow.
“Okay.” I turned away and walked back into the bedroom, intent on finding some clothes and my mind starting to turn. I needed to have a sit-down with all the girls, needed to discuss our relationship with our hosts – and needed to let them know that none of them should be threatened by the proximity of new girls in our midst. I’m already sleeping with six of them, I grunted to myself as I found my jeans and slid them on. Like I need more complications in my life. Plus there’s Malinka. I glanced out of the corner of my eye and noted the Eastern European girl in the hallway, still leaning up against the wall and peering through the open doorway at me with an odd look in her eye. SHE’S a mystery that I have to solve too, I added as I scowled a little bit, hiding my feelings by sliding a tee-shirt over my head. Is she going to be a problem? Nadia seemed to be okay – grateful for the rescue, responsive to my touch, happy to be included in our twisted little family. But the mysterious, sexy little girl who seemed one-part sex kitten and one-part spy… I just didn’t know what she wanted or what her agenda actually was. And that worried me. In that moment I resolved to find out.
Little did I know that shortly something far more problematic was going to upend our world and render all of my plans pointless.
Rachel squealed loudly and jumped backwards as she covered her bare chest with one arm and the surf splashed around her hips. “You bitch!” she laughed at the grinning, just as topless Jin. “You’ll pay for that!” For her part Ricketts’s tiny Asian playmate merely stuck out her tongue at the pigtailed blonde, which tore a kitten-like growl of mock-anger from her mock-enemy as she lunged back into the play-fight.
I sat back in the Adirondack chair on the porch of Ricketts’s house – well, the house had been the dream project of some upper-middle-class Transit Authority middle manager and his family, but seeing as they were probably either vanished or dead I guess it was Ricketts’s now – and scanned the beach. The brilliant sun blazed down on the gently-rolling waves as they washed the shore, the light gleaming off the frothy surf and sending dazzling sparkles into my vision. To the left there was nothing but empty shoreline…and to the right, nothing but more of the same. The only life within sight was half a dozen little pre-teen girls playing in the surf as they squealed and dashed and splashed with each other. I had to grin as I watched Paisley, clad in a skin-tight one-piece swimsuit that was a hair too small and left nothing to the imagination dart into the surf, feel the cold water of Hudson Bay splash against her legs, and dash back out with a squeal as the rest laughed. “You’ve got a nice setup here,” I remarked idly before I took another sip of lukewarm beer. Before the Event I would have probably passed up anything not hovering around freezing, but considering everything we had gone through… “Was it tough to clear out the Feral?”
“Nah, it wasn’t too bad.” Ricketts took another sip of his beer and settled back in his chair as well, kicking off his hippie sandals and propping his bare feet on the railing. “Once we finished off the work of the National Guard and blew the bridges, it was simply a matter of going block-by-block and blowing the things to Hell.” He chuckled as he placed his beer on the small, somewhat worn wooden table between the two of us and smirked a bit. “Of course it was pretty easy, considering that the things would charge out into the open the second that they realized we were nearby.”
My attention was drawn to another feminine squeal, and I took a moment to watch as Rachel and Jin wrestled in waist-deep water. “The girls seem to be bonding nicely,” I remarked with a small smile of amusement as my little blonde lover managed to dunk the tiny Asian girl only to be blindsided by the combined might of Conchita and Paisley, and all three tumbled into the surf with squeals of laughter. My smile died when my gaze swung over to Gwen, the pale blonde simply sitting on a towel watching the general rowdiness, an impassive look on her face as she stroked her torn-up hand absentmindedly. “Is she going to be okay?” I asked softly as I nodded in her direction.
A look of pain flashed across Ricketts’s face, a look that he quickly wiped away as he took another hit of beer. “Maybe. Dunno.” He leaned forward and placed his elbows on his knees, clutching his bottle in both hands as he shook his head. “She’s broke…” he began haltingly. “I mean, what she went through…”
“What actually happened up here?” I asked. “I mean, how did you manage to survive?”
“Well, it wasn’t easy,” he replied with a bitter laugh. “I was on the air when everything started going to shit.”
“I know,” I remarked. “I was watching.”
He flashed me a wry grin. “Nice to meet a fan.”
“Well, let’s not go nuts, here,” I shot back with an equally wry grin.
“Anyway, it was just me, Jin, a production assistant named Peggy, and four techs. And then they started…” He gave a ragged sign as his gaze grew distant. “Billy Parks – he was a segment producer, we couldn’t find any of the full producers, after – he just went nuts. I mean, he wasn’t watching me through the window anymore, he was staring at Peggy. And then, he just…” His mood turned grim as his eyes grew distant, and I noticed his grip on the bottle growing tighter. “He had his teeth in her neck, and she was screaming, and the sound guy rushed on over and I thought he was going to pull him off of her, but he just bit into her as well, and then the camera guy went after Jin…”
“Why didn’t we turn?” I finally gave voice to the question that had been eating at me ever since our rescue – well, ever since everything had gone to shit, really. “I mean, why us? Why are we still normal?”
“You call this normal?” he asked with a grin as he indicated his transformed teenage-boy form.
“Okay, yeah, right. I mean, why aren’t we trying to eat them?” I bobbed my head towards the girls, where Rachel had switched sides and was now fighting with Jin to take down the combined might of Paisley and Conchita as Gwen looked on impassively. A few feet away Lillian lay face-down on a towel of her own, her emerald-green swimsuit almost glowing in the sunlight beaming down “Why aren’t we going nuts too?”
“I don’t know,” he replied with a concerned look on his face. “But something’s different about us. I just don’t know what it is. Anyway,” he continued, “I managed to get a revolver away from a security guard and shot them, but by then it was too late and Peggy was dead, Jin was terrified, and I could hear shit going down outside the studio. So… we ran.” His distant look returned, and his grip tightened once more. “Everyone was dead, everyone we ran across was either dead or eating them, and I was almost out of ammo when we hit the lobby. But then we ran into Leslie…”
“She was SWAT?” I asked.
“And then some!” Ricketts chuckled and forced himself to relax, leaning back in his chair as some of the tension left his body. “She’d already taken out ten of them, and nearly blew my head off when Jin and I tumbled out of the stairwell. She probably would have too, but another three of the fuckers busted through the glass doors from the outside and we had to take ‘em down. Together. And, I guess, foxholes and all. After that…” He took another sip, glanced at the girls (and noted, just as I had, that Paisley seemed to be getting a bit handsy with the other girls, who didn’t seem to mind all that much), and shot me a smirk. “Anyway, the streets were going nuts, so we stuck to the alleys as best we could. We spotted Conchita on top of a semi trailer lobbing Molotov cocktails down on a bunch of the fuckers and shrieking like a fucking banshee, so we helped her out and managed to convince her to come along. Gwen…” He sighed and glanced at the pale blonde, and then shook his head sadly.
“What happened to her?” I asked softly.
“We don’t know,” he replied. “Not all of it, but… It was bad.” He sighed and glanced over at the spacey blonde, who had turned her attention from her scarred arms to the sky above. “She was half-pinned by a van, not crushed or injured or anything – it was like she was trying to squeeze through and got stuck. But a bunch of Feral found her, and they grabbed her arms and…” His gaze grew distant as a slightly pained look flashed through his eyes, there one second and gone the next. “They were eating her alive, and she was screaming, she was in so much pain…” He trailed off and took another sip, and both of us pretended not to notice the trembling in his hand. “We killed them, and got her free, but she was gone… like, up here,” he elaborated, tapping his temple with the lip of his bottle.
“But you saved her.”
“Yeah. Saved her.” I glanced at him out of the corner of my eyes as I heard the bitterness in his voice, but let the matter slide on past as he stared out at her for a quiet minute. “Anyway, we were exhausted and bleeding and generally getting ground down, and those things were getting thicker by the second, we’re talking packs of dozens of the fuckers running down Broadway and veering off if they detected a girl, and there were fires everywhere and nobody seemed to be in charge, so we decided to find someplace to hole up until the heat died down. We busted into an apartment building, one of those fancy new ones that are on all those real estate shows…”
“Were on those real estate shows,” I amended with a grin. “I don’t think they’re currently in production anymore.”
“Okay, you’re right on that,” he replied with a matching grin. “We wanted to get up high, try to see what was going on, so we hauled ass up the stairs to the penthouse and busted into an apartment – and just as I’m about ready to shove a ton of bookcases against the door there’s this pounding, and when we open it up again Jenny comes scrambling in.”
“I swear ta God,” I muttered half to myself, “I know her from somewhere!”
Ricketts didn’t do anything to blow away the haze in my mind, but instead just grinned a truly wicked grin. “Don’t worry, you’ll get it soon enough. She’s famous – well, she was really famous before she became a little girl again – and something will jog your memory. It’ll embarrass the fuck out of her, but that’s okay, she kinda gets off on it. Anyway,” he continued, “Conchita throws open the door and Leslie and I are about ready to blow the hell out of whoever’s on the other side, and I swear she rolled in like a champion tumbler, screaming for us to close the door.” He paused and took another swig, and then half-leaned forward in his chair. “We ended up holed up in there for about a week, and only left because we ran out of food. And we were beginning to drive each other batshit. And before you ask, yes, I’ve ended up sleeping with all of them.”
“Do yours…” I paused as a sudden flash of realization lurched into the forefront of my brain – here was a formerly-adult-now-a-teenage-guy the same as me, with a gaggle of transformed pre-teen women, all of whom had experienced much the same that we had. “There’s this… strange, almost connection, between mine ‘n me,” I began.
Ricketts glanced at the girls on the beach and then leaned in, motioning me to mimic his pose. “I noticed that too,” he said softly. “I’d already been sleeping with Jin, that was going on long before whatever this was all went down. But she seemed to want it, like, all the time after we all changed.” He took another glance at the girls frolicking on the beach and leaned closer. “The others started to get… I don’t know how I want to say it…”
“Incredibly horny and mind-blowingly kinky?” I supplied with a grin.
“That’ll do,” he shot back with a grin. “I accidentally caught Conchita and Leslie doin’ some lesbian bondage stuff, and walked in on Jenny masturbating like a madwoman more than once. Once she started to heal, even Gwen was touching herself. And here I am, wandering around with what felt like a hard-on stiff enough to pound a nail through a cinderblock, and they’re lounging around half-dressed cockteasin’ me, and Jin tried to help me out but let’s be honest, I was starting to get worried that I’d end up fuckin’ her to death…” He gave a little shake of his head and sat back in his chair. “We managed to work it out, set up a kind-of schedule, but I honestly thought they’d kill each other if I didn’t nail each one at least once a day.”
“Same thing with me, with us,” I replied.
“It’s weird, I give you that. We’ll have to talk about it sometime.” He thought for a second and I watched as his face grew grave, and he continued with his tale. “The power ended up going out that evening, but half the city was on fire so we could see everything. And the fuckers were everywhere, running through the streets and lunging in and out of buildings. We were watching as this Lexus SUV comes tearing down the road with half a dozen of those things clinging to it and a whole bunch more chasing after, and it swerves off and hits another car and explodes, and we couldn’t do anything. But the fuckers still lunged into the flames, tearing at what was left in the driver’s seat like they were eating Korean barbecue. There was shooting all night long, automatic weapons fire as the National Guard… or what was left of them,” he amended knowingly, “tried to hold onto the bridges, but that ended just before dawn. And then it got quiet, and stayed quiet, and we couldn’t see anyone else that wasn’t a naked cannibal rapist charging down the street. So we stay hunkered down for a week, but there wasn’t any food and those fuckers were everywhere, so we knew we had to get out of the city…”
“Blowing the bridges to the island was a smart idea,” I pointed out.
“Wasn’t exactly mine,” he replied with a grin. “The National Guard had done most of the heavy lifting already, blowing most of them. We just got lucky and found the last intact bridge – I think they might have gotten swarmed before someone could pull the trigger – but when we realized that they’d already blown the Nassau and Loop Bridges and we’d only have to deal with the Long Beach, it was a no brainer. So we looted everything we could from what was left of their rally point, blew the thing, and then started cleaning up this place.” He shook his head as he grinned, the look in his eyes ironic. “If anyone would have told me, before, that I’d be living in the land of the Guidos, having sex with a bunch of underage girls…”
“Yeah, it’s become a weird life,” I agreed.
The creak of the screen door pulled my attention away from my deep thoughts, and I glanced behind me to see Jenny slip onto the porch. And then did a double-take and felt my jaw hit the floor… The seven-year-old was only clad in a pair of skin-tight panties that almost seemed more like a thong than a practical pair of underwear, exposing just about every square inch of her undeveloped body. Her long brown hair hung loosely about her shoulders in a way that half-shielded her flushed face from the world, but from the way her nipples stood stiff and proud on her skinny chest – a pair of tiny little dark-pink nubbins the size of the end of a mechanical pencil – I could tell that she was deep in the throes of lust. “Am I interrupting?” she asked in a tiny, embarrassed little voice as she glided before the pair of us, her attention focused squarely on my counterpart.
A smirk flashed across Ricketts’s face for a split-second before vanishing behind a stern mask. “Yes, you are,” he replied in a low, annoyed tone. He placed his bottle on the small table and leaned forward, his forearms on his knees as he glowered at the little girl before us. “Mike and I were talking,” he explained with a mock growl.
Jenny squirmed a little bit and almost seemed to shrink under his gaze. “I… I’m sorry,” she said in a low, musical voice that contained more than a hint of a whimper. After sparing me a through-the-hair glance she cast her gaze down to the wood beneath her bare feet and clasped her hands behind her back, twisting slightly as if under a spotlight. “I just…” She glanced in my direction once more, blushed furiously, and wriggled another half-foot towards my counterpart. “I just… needed to talk to you,” she practically whispered.
Ricketts shot me an amused look and then turned his grumbling gaze back to the humiliated little girl. “Well, I think we can do that,” he said in a smooth tone, as he reached out and ran his fingertips up Jenny’s side, his touch tearing a tiny little gasp from the seven-year-old and forcing her blush to spread down her neck and onto her chest. “Why don’t you go upstairs and wait for me? I’ll be right up.”
“Y… Okay.”
“Oh, and Jenny?” he added.
“Yes?” she asked, halting her movement.
“You are going to have to be punished for interrupting.” Ricketts’s tone made it perfectly clear just what sort of punishment was in store, and Jenny shuddered a little bit – although her nervousness was tempered by more than a little joy, if my interpretation was at all correct – and skittered back inside. “She does that, you know,” the teenager said to me in good humor.
“You mean act like a brat just to get a nice hard spanking?” I took another hit of lukewarm beer and returned his grin. “I’ve got a couple like that myself. Although my girls don’t really parade around anywhere near as naked as she does, I have to admit.”
“Eh,” he replied dismissively as he drained his bottle in a single swallow. “She’s from the Left Coast, what do you expect? They’re all exhibitionists in California.”
It was that last little piece of information that did it… Deep in my mind connections were made, half-remembered memories combining with sketchy biographical data and the image of a face that had been plastered across the country for decades. I jerked as I sat bolt-upright, almost choking on my beer as my eyes grew wide. “Holy shit,” I whispered in an astonished tone. “That’s…”
“Yup,” he replied with a grin.
“But she’s, like…”
“Yup,” he repeated, his grin growing a bit more predatory.
“I thought she lived in Los Angeles,” I said, trying to work through the logic in my brain. “What was she doing in New York?”
“She was promoting whatever piece of crap movie she had just done, and was actually at the NBS studios when all the shit went down,” Ricketts explained. “When all the boys started going nuts she ran, and when she saw us sneaking into the apartment she thought it would probably be safer in numbers. She’s not as vacuous as she likes to let on. And that’s how I ended up banging an Emmy-award-winning, multimillionaire actress who was voted ‘Sexiest Woman of All Time’ by… whatever that men’s magazine was.” He picked up his bottle and took another hit as well, his eyes distant as he pondered the situation. “She claimed that she was seeing someone but she didn’t actually even hint that she wanted to get back west, so I don’t think it was all that serious. And she was definitely the one who made the first move to get with me when all the girls started getting so horny that they couldn’t think straight. So…”
“Unbelievable,” I muttered, shaking my head in astonishment. “Un-freaking-believable.”
“Hey,” he smirked with a shrug, “once they’re naked and up to play, there’s no difference between a movie star and personal assistant.”
“Or a cop,” I smirked back. “Or a Puerto Rican gangbanger girl.”
“Or a cop or a Puerto Rican gangbanger girl,” he acknowledged. He tilted back the bottle and drained the contents, placing the empty firmly on the small table between us. “Well, it’s been real,” he added as he stood up, swaying only slightly for a moment before gaining his balance. “But a hero does his duty, no matter how onerous, and so off I go.” He shot me a wink and a crooked grin to let me know just how onerous he truly believed an intimate encounter with his actress actually was, and then made his way inside.
As the screen door slammed shut behind him I could only shake my head in disbelief at just how bizarre life had become. I’m a teenage boy once again, having sex with a bunch of pre-teen girls, in a world filled with naked cannibals, I mused. That’s weird enough. But there’s no WAY I’d ever think that I’d be lounging around on a porch on Long Island, drinking beer and eyeing half-naked girls playing in the ocean while a network news anchor went upstairs to fuck a movie star! “So fucking weird,” I muttered as I shook my head again. Was this my life from now on? Would this be my life forever? I had no idea… but, if you held a gun to my head, I would have admitted that it wasn’t a bad life. Just… different, so different than anything I could ever have imagined in my wildest dreams.
Well, it wouldn’t be a bad life if it weren’t for the Feral. And the fact that I was responsible for five – Seven, now, I corrected myself. Can’t forget Nadia and Malinka – pre-teen girls ranging in apparent age from six to ten.
Another feminine squeal brought my attention back to the girls in the surf… and my gaze locked on Paisley. The little brunette was giggling as she slapped an incoming wave and sent a shower of spray splashing over Jin and Conchita, who splashed right back at her. She had someone, probably Rachel, twist her long black hair into a pair of braids that bounced around her shoulders and the one-piece swimsuit clung to her body like a second skin, giving me a perfect view of her slim ass and stiff, cold-induced nipples. But I think it was her mood that did it more than anything else – happy, almost joyous, as if she didn’t have a care in the world. She glanced over her shoulder and saw me staring, and her smile grew even wider as she jumped up and waved. I waved back, which prompted her to dash away from the others and make a beeline straight for me. “Mister Mikey,” she exclaimed in an excited tone as she scrambled up onto the porch, dripping seawater onto the wood at her sand-covered feet and shivering slightly. “The water’s cold!”
“I can see that.” I reached out an exploratory hand and slid my fingertips across one rock-hard nip, and was rewarded when the innocent little girl shuddered in pleasure. “Do you want me to warm you up?”
“Uh huh!” I leaned back as she clambered onto my lap, both of us heedless of the water soaking into my clothes as she leaned in close. Her skin was a bit cool, but as I slid my hands down to her flat little backside and settled her atop my raging erection she began to warm up a bit. Her lips were soft and her breath contained just a hint of little-girl tang, and she almost moaned in my mouth as she rubbed up against me. “Mister Mikey,” she gasped as she broke the kiss and wriggled atop my hard cock, “I know that everyone can see everything, but…” She broke off and looked away, blushing furiously as she squirmed against my body.
I glanced over her shoulder at the others and saw that they were busy with their own little games. Lillian had joined Gwen on the beach blanket, her one-piece half-off as she made out with the spacey blonde girl and both of their hands roaming over each other’s body. Beyond them Conchita had managed to pin Rachel’s arms behind her back and was holding the squirming girl tight while Jin pressed her mostly-nude body against my little blonde lover and feasted on her lips, her tiny hand pressed between Rachel’s thighs and her fingers stroking furiously. No threats, no dangers – and so I turned my attention back to Paisley. “You’re embarrassed that everyone will be able to see us fucking if we do it here on the porch,” I guessed.
“Uh huh,” she agreed, her blush deepening to almost dangerous levels. “But I so wanna have your thingy inside my cunny, daddy,” she added in a whiny, almost pleading tone. “I wanna be a mommy like Lil ‘n Lam!”
“Well then,” I replied with a gentle smile as I unsnapped my jeans and managed to work my hand between myself and the damp little girl to pull my zipper down, “if you wanna be a mommy you need to do dirty stuff like that.” My cock sprang free, jutting from my lap like a bedpost and instantly drawing the hungry attention of the brunette, who instantly forgot her embarrassment and instead focused in on my throbbing member.
Paisley slid half-off my lap and stripped out of her soggy swimsuit in record time, exposing every inch of her pale, flawless little-girl flesh to my hungry gaze. I helped her clamber back up onto me and stroked her bare shoulders as she wrapped both tiny hands around my rock-hard cock and positioned herself appropriately. As she slowly, carefully impaled herself on my shaft – a tentative maneuver that seemed to involve a furrowed brow, hisses of discomfort, and a large amount of squirming hips – I slid my palms down to her hips, luxuriating at the feeling of her pre-teen pussy stretching around my manhood. It’s strange, I mused as the brunette began a forward-and-backwards rocking motion, her body practically burning beneath my touch and her eyes half-rolled into the back of her head as she focused entirely on her work, but this seems so normal now!
“I… I love you, daddy!” Paisley whimpered as I bottomed out inside of her.
I pulled her forward and met her lips, sharing a tiny, sweet kiss with my sweaty, sex-crazed girl. “I love you too, sweetheart,” I replied softly.
Through the open screen door I could hear the smack of flesh-on-flesh and Jenny’s pleas for mercy. On the beach I watched the President of the United States going down on a lust-crazed, spacey blonde, and beyond them I watched as a tiny Asian girl pulled Rachel’s bikini bottoms off while Conchita nuzzled the side of her neck. And on my lap an eight-year-old girl in braids lost herself fully to the wonderful sensations sparking from deep inside her body. As I too lost myself in the moment, my last coherent thoughts were of how I could so definitely get used to this life.
That evening we had a barbecue outside our house. It was nice and relaxed, and everybody seemed to be getting along.
The next day was a blur of talking to my counterpart about everything and anything under the sun, more warm beer, and countless how and wet pre-teen pussies stretched over my cock. In other words, your average weekday in this twisted new world in which we lived.
The day after that, I was ready to beat Ricketts to death.
“No,” he insisted, his tone implacable as he crossed his arms over his chest and scowled, “that’s not what we should do. The mainland is just too unstable, and winter will be on us before we know it. We need to stay here, make sure that we’re ready to ride out whatever comes our way.”
For what felt like the hundredth time in the past ten minutes I sighed and raked my fingers through my hair, trying to keep the overwhelming annoyance out of my voice. “That’s not what I was saying,” I insisted. “I just think that we need to hit up Long Island proper, maybe do some reconnaissance to see what conditions are like. Yes, the end near Manhattan might be bad…”
“You’ve got Queens and Kings Counties,” he interrupted. “Not to mention Brooklyn. Those places are probably swarming with the fuckers.” His scowl deepened and he pointed out the window in a random direction for emphasis. “Are you sure you just don’t want to settle into some estate in the Hamptons like some low-class squatter?”
Arrogant mother-fucking prick… “You keep missing the point!” I growled. “Yes, you all have blown the bridges and have a nice little hidey-hole where no Feral can get to you, but there’s no way you can create a sustainable place that will last more than a year or two! We don’t know how much longer this is going to go on, or if the world will ever go back to the way it was…”
“It won’t,” he insisted. “This is the new normal!”
A small group of us were sitting in his living room, trying to enjoy the warm summer afternoon and taking the opportunity to discuss plans for the future. Well, we had been… Almost immediately the conversation had turned tense as Ricketts started acting like a dick. First he had snapped at Lillian when the President suggested expanding our outreach program to try to track down other survivors, and then he almost reduced Paisley to tears when the innocent little brunette asked what the word outreach meant. And moreover he was being totally unreasonable – when Jennifer put me off after I suggested maybe investigating if there was a better neighborhood in Long Beach for us the live and I expressed my belief that it was unwise to let it go for too long, she stiffened and he snapped at me. I just couldn’t figure him out… When we first met he had seemed so reasonable, but over the past few days he had become a total tool, throwing his weight around and acting like king of the fucking world.
And I wasn’t about to put up with his shit – especially when he yelled at my girls!
“The new normal or not,” I growled through gritted teeth, “we can’t just hang out on this fucking sandbar like we were a bunch of Jersey Shore assholes. We need to actually start thinking about the future! What if some Feral get onto the island…”
“They won’t, we blew the bridges,” Conchita whined. “And they can’t swim.”
“Jesus mother fucking Christ… That’s not the point!”
“Don’t yell at her!” Ricketts snarled.
“Don’t yell at Mikey!” a teary-eyed Paisley begged.
“I didn’t ask you for your opinion!” he snarled at the quavering brunette.
“Don’t fucking yell at her!” I snarled at Ricketts.
“Don’t fucking tell me what to do in my own home!” Ricketts snarled back.
“Your home?!?” I half-snarled, half-sneered. “You’re squatting here just the same as us!” I stood up just as he stood up, feeling a white-hot rage burning inside of me as my hands curled into fists. Smug, arrogant bastard… I wanted to leap across the room, jump on top of him and smash his smirking face in, just pummel him until he was nothing but a bloody heap on the ground, and I took half a step forward…
“Master, stop!”
Lam’s voice cut through the red haze filling my vision, and I half-turned as she, Meg, and Leslie raced into the room. Both the Marine and the cop had determined looks on their faces as the little redhead skittered up to me while the short-haired brunette ran to Ricketts, both of them placing themselves squarely between me and the asshole across from me. “Mike, just cool down a second,” Meg said firmly as she place her palms against my abdomen and tried to keep me in place.
“Donnie, ease down,” Leslie echoed as she gently tried to push Ricketts back a few steps.
“It’s okay, Lam,” I growled… and then caught myself. “I’m fine, really, everything’s fine,” I added a bit more gently as I refocused my attention on the Asian girl.
“It is not okay, Master.” Lam took five big steps and planted herself squarely between Ricketts and me, turning her head first towards him and then to me. I was struck by the look on her face – it was her normal clinical mask but contained a hint of authoritarian steel behind it, and for a moment I didn’t see her but instead saw the former head of Gerontology at UCLA Medical. “I need you, need both of you, to close your eyes and count to ten. Immediately.”
“Lam,” I replied as I dug deep and tried not to yell at the adorable little girl, “I really don’t think…”
“Master, please,” she implored. “It is important.”
With a great heaving sigh of annoyance I simply gave up. “Okay, if you say so.” I closed my eyes and counted slowly, focusing in on the numbers as I breathed. I could feel Meg’s hands on my stomach, could feel Paisley clutching my leg, sense Lillian struggling up off the couch to stand close to me, and slowly I calmed down a bit. I was still angry at Ricketts, still wanted to lash out at him – but the knowledge that most of my girls were around me, that they needed me, helped to focus my attention. “Nine, ten,” I slowly concluded as I opened my eyes.
The second my gaze fell upon my counterpart I felt a surge of anger, and I felt myself tense as I saw him tense as well and heard his growl of frustration. “This is stupid,” he snapped.
“Don’t snap at her!” I growled at him.
“Don’t tell me what to do!” he snarled back.
“Stop it!” I was taken aback by the vehemence in Lam’s voice. “Master, take Paisley and Lillian back to our house and try to relax. Mister Ricketts, we will leave you to your house. I suggest that you head upstairs. Both of you need to relax.” Her face softened just a little bit, and she glanced at the pair of us with a look that almost bordered on pity. “I suggest that both of you do not try to leave for the afternoon, and instead spend your time in coitus. We need to meet, but Colonel McCrea and Sergeant Gompers and I need to prepare a site first.”
“Yeah, Mike, let’s just go back to our place,” Lillian said softly as she tugged at my arm. “I think I need the father of my child to work me over a little bit,” she added with a flirty, naughty little grin.
“Yeah, Donnie, let’s go upstairs,” Jennifer suggested as she rubbed up against Ricketts. “I’ll even let you tie me up and do my butt like I know you like,” she added in a stage whisper. “I really need it now, please, I need you to make me take it…”
I hesitated because I really, really wanted to smash Ricketts’s stupid face in… but my hesitation only lasted for a moment as I looked down into Lillian’s beautiful, alluring face. Her eyes were wide chocolate pools that seemed warm and inviting, and she smelled so fucking good… “Okay,” I finally grumbled as I took a half-step backwards.
“Fine,” Ricketts echoed in just as annoyed a grunt.
I let my girls lead me out of Ricketts’s house and down the street to ours, and just before the screen door swung shut I saw Lam putting her head together with both Meg and Leslie, the trio whispering fiercely. Wonder what they’re up to, I mused – but only for a second as Lillian pulled my arm over her shoulder and dropped my palm onto her stiff little nipple. That refocused my energy, and I wasted no more time wondering about conspiratory little girls or asshole guys.
The sex that afternoon was simply spectacular. And best of all, Lillian actually helped teach Paisley the joys of bound wrists. The sight of the nude, restrained eight-year-old, her somewhat oily black hair twisted into pigtails, impaling herself on my cock as the President reached around and flicked her tiny stiff nipples all while she chanted “Daddy! Daddy! Daddy!” in time to her rolling hips tore my attention away from my confrontation completely, and within an hour I was actually feeling like myself once more.
Okay, this is MUCH better, I mused idly as I tensed and shot my hot, sticky load of spunk deep into the quivering belly of the innocent girl above me.
The evening the light from the setting sun chased away much of the murk in the living room as it beamed in through the open windows. Someone – one of the girls who coordinated things, I guess – had the foresight to throw open the windows to let the sound of the surf and the gentle summer breeze waft through, and if it weren’t for the fact that Ricketts was sitting against the opposite wall I might have been pleasantly relaxed. The fact that he was there, in the middle of his clinging little harem while I was in the midst of mine, grated on my nerves for some reason – and I honestly believe that it was only because we were meeting on ‘neutral ground,’ a third house somewhat mid-way between both his and ours, that we weren’t instantly at each other’s throat.
“Are you almost ready, Doctor Tran?” Ricketts asked. I somehow dug deep and kept the look of annoyance that I so wanted to throw at him off my face as I settled into my couch. It’s Lam, you stupid fuck, I thought as the corners of my mouth twitched. It wouldn’t have been a good idea to confront him as I wanted, considering the rather fragile obstructions in the way… to my left a very warm and scantily-dressed Lillian clutched my forearm as she draped it over her shoulders and snuggled up to my side, while on my right Rachel – who evidently had finally acknowledged to herself my strange attraction to pigtails – clung to my chest. Meg sat just beyond her, sort-of half hugging her knees to her chest as she kept an eye on Ricketts’s crew, while on the other side of Lillian were Malinka and Nadia, the pair sitting close as they whispered to each other in whatever language the two shared. At my feet Paisley lay on her tummy, her tiny, panty-clad ass only a small distraction as she absently kicking the tips of her tiny toes on my shins and played some sort of complicated game involving brightly-colored cards that she had found somewhere. Across the room sat another couch upon which sat the asshat who was just as constrained as I by his sluts. “The room is set up as you requested.”
My gaze slid over to my tiny little sex-slave, who was sitting off to one side in a large upholstered chair equidistant from both groups. I wasn’t sure why she was segregating herself from us – from me – as she was, but she had chosen the setup so who was I to argue? “Yes, in a moment,” she replied absentmindedly as she scrolled through some pages on her pad.
“Should I go get some snacks?” asked Jennifer. The actress was sitting on the floor at Ricketts’s feet, looking small and vulnerable and well-fucked, a testimony to what she had done to keep him distracted during the afternoon.
“Mmm, snacks,” Gwen murmured. She was sitting next to Ricketts, clinging to him in a pose remarkably similar to that of Rachel… although she was staring off into space, her pale blue eyes unfocused as she simply was. “I want crab cakes!”
“Let’s just get on with this,” Conchita snipped. She was snuggled in beside Ricketts as well, sort-of glowering at everyone and everything – although when she looked at him her face softened to an almost kittenish level of adoration.
“Certainly, that is a good idea. I have spent the past few days availing myself of the Long Beach Medical Center,” Lam began in a formal tone, “and I have been able to make some progress – a small amount, enough to reach some general conclusions. I think it would be a good idea to share this information as it has some profound implications for our future plans. First, I have…” Lam hesitated again, tossing me another veiled look that seemed to almost be one part fear and one part excitement. “I do not want anyone to panic, or get upset,” she cautioned.
“You’re stalling,” Leslie pointed out. “It can’t be that bad.”
“She does that,” Meg admitted in good humor. “Personally, I think it’s for dramatic effect.”
“Lammie does like being the center of attention,” Rachel teased.
“I noticed that,” Lillian chimed in with a small, wicked grin on her face. “Especially when she’s in bed with Mike and she’s being forced to share.”
“I am not trying to be dramatic!” Lam insisted in a put-upon, dramatic fashion. The tiny Asian girl sighed, glanced down at her pad, and steeled herself. “I have completed my studies and have done as much as I can, short of having a full genetics lab. First, we are indeed ‘bound’ emotionally to our respective men. I do not fully understand it, but while we might be able to have sexual intercourse with other men, we will ultimately gravitate back to the ones to which we are bound.”
“I think we all kind of already knew that,” Lillian remarked. “What’s causing it?”
“I do not know. I do know that it is genetic, that somehow the deoxyribonucleic acids of those designated biologically female have been rewritten to include several new gene-pairs that seem to have some sort of mirroring effect to deoxyribonucleic acid sequencing in individuals designated biologically male.” Lam stopped and took in the confused look on everyone’s faces – and though he hid it, I knew Ricketts was just as confused as I was. She sighed as a pained look crossed her face, and struggled to dumb down her statement. “Genetically, we females are drawn to, and calmed by, the physical presence of particular males. There is no corresponding attraction and calming effect with other males to which there is no genetic linkage.”
“That doesn’t seem possible,” Leslie grunted.
“Any less impossible than this?” Meg replied, waving a hand to indicate everyone in the room.
“Good point,” the former cop acknowledged as she raised her eyebrows and half-nodded to the Marine.
“There is more,” Lam continued. “What is more important, and of a greater implication to our current state, is that regular copulation between us and our genetically-paired male serves to reinforce this bonding, while at the same time lowering our inhibitions towards our own individual socio-sexual beliefs and drives.” At everyone’s repeated blank look she sighed and slouched in her chair a bit. “Tại sao không thể Thạc sĩ vinh quang của tôi chọn cô gái điếm thông minh hơn cho hậu cung của mình...” she muttered under her breath. “The more we are physically intimate with our linked male, the more we are bound to said particular male, and the more likely we are to indulge in our particular fetishes,” she explained in a long-suffering voice.
“Ah!” Meg exclaimed as a metaphoric light bulb went off above her head. “I understand now, I get it!”
“Can you explain it to the rest of us?” muttered Conchita.
“Don’t be a bitch,” Ricketts said as he placed a hand on the kneeling girl’s shoulder, and the little Latina shivered slightly as she tried – and failed – to hide a tiny smile of pleasure. “I think a far more important subject is the… hostility between myself and Mike,” he continued.
“That’s right,” I added. I glanced at the other boy and then quickly away – even though I had cooled off during the afternoon, whenever I looked at Ricketts I felt something like a surge of hostility towards him, a deep annoyance bordering on anger that didn’t seem to have any basis whatsoever. “I mean, if we’re going to be working together to build…”
“That is impossible, Rồng Sư Phụ của tôi.” Lam was so forceful in her interruption that I was momentarily taken aback by her vehemence. “That is the second development I wished to cover. We cannot stay here with them, Master,” she explained, raising her hand to indicate Ricketts and his girls. “You cannot stay here. We must leave, and soon.”
The girls all stiffened and instantly started babbling amongst themselves, and the tension in the room skyrocketed as I glanced at Ricketts. He shared my startled look, and we both turned our attention to Lam at the same time. “Everybody shut up!” he snapped.
“Lam, explain,” I ordered.
As the girls fell silent Lam first glanced at me, then at Ricketts, and then back to me. “Remember, Master, just as we females have been altered, so too have you and Mister Ricketts,” she began. “You and he cannot stay in the same location for any significant period of time. No longer than a couple of days, possibly a week at the most.” She slouched in her chair once more and sighed, and I was struck by how weary she seemed. “I still do not know how it happened or why it has happened, but both of you are giving off pheromones – large amounts of chemical factors that I only partially understand. In biological females your pheromones aid in bonding us to you and encouraging us to engage with you physically. I believe. However,” she added, her exhausted look vanishing as she leaned forward and fixed me with an intense stare, “it has the opposite effect on those biologically male. Rather than encouraging bonding, it instead seems to trigger an intense competitive drive, an aggression that grows and becomes more intense over time.” She glanced at Ricketts once more and then returned her attention back to me. “Your pheromones are currently affecting Mister Ricketts, and his are affecting you, Master. This aggression you are currently experiencing towards each other has risen in the time you two have spent together, and will continue to rise over time, until you will have no choice but to confront him.”
“But can’t we…” I began.
“No,” Lam insisted, her voice firm. “You have to be separated from him, physically, and I believe that the further away the better it would be. If I am correct this effect will fade over time, but you cannot, can not stay near him, nor can he stay near you, or you will be driven by your own instincts to eliminate your rival. This is your new biology,” she concluded with a helpless little shrug.
“Pheromones,” Ricketts mused. “Makes sense, I suppose.”
Of course it makes sense, she’s a billion times smarter than you, you ignorant fucking dick… I shook my head and worked to get my temper under control as Lam’s words sunk in. “So we need to be physically separated,” I asked in a tight voice.
“Yes, Master. And as we are bonded to you,” she added, indicating the others scattered around and next to me on the couch, “we must go with you. We must… leave.”
“Where we go?” Malinka asked.
“Hey, wait a minute,” Lillian interrupted. “Nadia only hooked up with Mike a week ago, and I don’t think Malinka has actually… done anything, with Mike, yet. Why are they bonded to him, and not anyone else?”
“Yeah,” Jin added. “Why aren’t they trying to get with Donnie?”
“’Cause I’ve been making damn sure they stay away from him?” Jennifer muttered under her breath, a comment that drew a pair of rather grim chuckles from both Leslie and Conchita.
“Lam?” I prompted, trying to ignore the other side of the room.
“Again, I do not know everything. There was only so much I could determine.”
“Hej, zašto širi noge za Mister Studli ovde?” Malinka asked as she gently nudged Nadia with an elbow.
“Zato što je bio moj prvi, jer...” Nadia replied as she glanced at me, blushed, and focused in squarely on the rug before her.
“She say you first man fucking her, since change,” Malinka explained. Her eyes narrowed and filled with a smirking, crafty look as she looked me up and down. “I dyke, so never sex with man. Maybe you be first?” she added, throwing me an eye that seemed to contain a hint of wicked promise.
Rachel glared at the girl and growled a tiny, kittenish growl as she snuggled up against my side, but she didn’t do anything further so I didn’t do anything beyond gently stroking her hip. “So Nadia is bound to me because we slept together, right? So why is Malinka with us, instead of with him?” I asked Lam, nodding my head in the direction of the sexy little brunette.
Lam gave a frustrated little growl as she scowled. “I do not know, Master,” she grumbled. “I believe it may have something to do with the bonding pheromones you are emitting combined with the way bonded females respond to you. To determine this interaction further, I would need access to a full genetic sequencing laboratory, which…”
As she trailed off, I jumped in. “Of which there are no more. Correct?”
“Correct, Master. That I know of.”
“Why are we so fucking horny all the time?” Leslie asked. I glanced at the mousy-brown haired officer, and noticed that she was staring at Lam with an intensity that I found almost frightening. My glaze slid over to Ricketts just as he glanced at me, and I just barely stifled a growl of annoyance as I felt my brow tighten into a scowl at the arrogant asshole across the room.
“I do not know that,” Lam replied. “I believe that it is a function of our transformation, an increased sexual appetite. There is much that I have not been able to ascertain, such as the cause of our radical physiological transformation, our increased sexual desire, or our heightened response to male pheromones. It is frustrating,” she continued as a faint scowl crossed her face. “With the collapse of the global infrastructure there is much that I cannot determine. We may never know the reasons why this occurred. At this point all we can do… all I can do… is to determine the effects, and suggest ways to mitigate their impact.”
“You’re doing wonderfully, Lam,” I quickly said. “You’ve given us far more help than you think you have.” I was pleased to see her squirm a bit in pleasure, almost as if my words were like a gentle caress.
“Yeah, Lammie,” Rachel added. “You’ve been wonderful!”
“Am I…” Jennifer swallowed heavily, glanced at Ricketts, and then back at Lam, a somewhat uncertain look in her eye. “Y’know, what we talked about,” she finally mumbled, blushing furiously and dropping her gaze down to the carpet before her.
“What’s going on here?” Ricketts asked the little seven-year-old actress, the suspicion plain in his voice.
“Yes, Lam, what are you keeping from us?” I added to the Asian girl.
“I’m not keeping anything, Master!” Lam quickly blurted.
“I swear, it wasn’t my fault, it was an accident,” Jennifer simultaneously said, clinging to Ricketts’s leg and peering up at him with pleading eyes.
“What did you do?!?” Leslie yelled at the actress.
“I didn’t do anything that you haven’t done!” Jennifer shot back.
“Everyone, shut the fuck up!” Meg’s voice cut through the growing chatter, her command putting an instant halt to the growing chaos. “Lam, just tell them,” she added. Something in her words caught my attention, and I glanced over to see her blushing furiously and peering down at the carpet in front of her.
The doctor took a deep breath, exhaled loudly, and then glanced first at Ricketts and then at me. “We are…” She began. She took another second to scan the room, steeled up her courage, and finally just blurted it out. “We are pregnant. All of us.”
“Wait, what?!?” Ricketts exclaimed.
“All of you?!?” I asked simultaneously. “Every single one?!?”
“Finally!” Rachel whispered fiercely as she hugged me and pressed her face into my chest.
“What?!?” Jin almost shrieked in shock.
“Most of us,” Lam continued. She sighed and fixed me with a direct look. “I already knew that both myself and Lillian were pregnant, and I took the opportunity to conduct pregnancy tests on all the others in the course of my other studies. It wasn’t that detailed, merely checking for protein markers in the blood. Currently, only Malinka and Nadia do not currently display such markers,” she continued, indicating the pair sitting at the end of my couch. “But that might only be because you and Nadia were first intimate less than one week ago while you and Malinka have not as yet engaged in coitis.”
“Not as yet,” the sexy brunette whispered to me with a wicked grin. Beside me, I could feel Rachel stiffen, and I gently patted her hip to keep her quiet.
“But other than these two instances, every other female in this room is currently carrying a child, either Michael’s or Donald’s,” the doctor concluded.
“I’m… pregnant?” Jin asked in a tiny, almost astonished voice.
“Yes, about two months,” Lam explained. She glanced down at her notes and looked back up at the gaggle of girls surrounding Ricketts. “It appears that you were inseminated by Donald very shortly after transformation, perhaps only hours. I do not believe that I can determine with exactitude, but I believe that Donald managed to impregnate each of you between six and ten weeks ago. Michael, on the other hand,” she continued as she turned her attention in my direction, “has impregnated the females with whom he has been intimate over a period of five to eight weeks ago. This transformation has made us incredibly fertile,” she explained as she scanned the shocked faces of the girls in the room, “to the point where the odds of impregnation, while never reaching one hundred percent, are so high that any difference would be fundamentally meaningless.”
“I’m pregnant,” Jennifer almost whimpered, her eyes wide and her face filled with joy.
“Tol’ ya, Mike,” Meg smirked as she leaned over and dropped her voice down to a murmur. “A bukkake bangin’ machine, only this time there’s consequences.”
“Yeah?” I smirked back. “Don’t forget, you’re gonna be giving birth to one of those consequences!” As the realization that she too was pregnant along with the rest sank into her brain and her face fell, I couldn’t help but twist the metaphoric knife a bit. “What do you want to name our child? If it’s a girl, I’m thinking something frilly and girly, like Daisy, or maybe Leila.”
“Not funny,” she shot back – but as she turned her attention back to the group, I could swear that I saw the flash of a hidden smile of happiness on her face.
“Diapers, formula, baby wipes, baby food, strollers, cribs…” Beside me Lillian was quietly rattling off items, her gaze distant as she made a mental list.
“The stuff we’re going to need?” I asked. I was proud of myself – I somehow managed to keep my voice even, my volume low, and my attitude calm. Holy mother fucking shit I’m going to be a FATHER FIVE TIMES OVER…
“The stuff you’re going to need to get,” the Latina corrected with an almost beatific smile. “I don’t think that we’ll be of much help in a few months.”
“Is that safe, Doctor Lam?” Leslie asked. Most everyone quieted down as the tiny former cop leaned forward, a troubled look on her face. “I mean, let’s face it, we’re all little girls again,” she added, waving her arm around to indicate the room. “We’re small… I mean, really small. Won’t an eight pound baby…”
“Oh fuck, yeah,” Rachel interrupted, pulling away from me with an almost sick look on her face. “Trying to push a baby out through our thingies will be like trying to shove a frozen turkey through a hose!”
“We should not have any problems with childbirth, given our current rates of healing. Yes, it will be painful, but barring any complications we should be fine. But that is not what is troubling me,” Lam continued. Her normally impassive mask slipped a little bit – probably not enough to reveal her thoughts to anyone else, but to me it practically screamed her terror. “I have made a far more problematic discovery, a far more dangerous issue with which we will have to deal.” She paused and took a deep breath, a shuddering gasp of air in and out as she trembled in her chair. “An issue with which Rồng Sư Phụ của tôi and Mister Ricketts will have to deal, on their own, without help.”
“It’s bad, isn’t it?” asked Rachel. I felt her grip around my ribs tighten as she tensed. “Is something going to happen to Mikey?”
“No, Master should be safe, but yes, it is bad,” the doctor replied simply. “There is… I believe that…” Lam glanced at me, and for a split-second I could see the sheer terror hiding deep behind her impassive eyes. “I believe that a demonstration might be in order,” she finally said. Turning back to Ricketts’s group, she scanned the girls until her gaze fell upon one in particular. “Jennifer,” she began, looking squarely at the actress.
“Yes?”
“When I was examining you, we talked about your life before your transformation, your life in Hollywood.” Lam glanced down at her pad and then fixed the little girl with a direct, impassive look. “Decades ago, you starred in a show that was one of the most popular series in the history of television. It was about six friends living in New York City. What were the names of the characters?”
Jennifer almost seemed to wilt a little bit as ten pairs of eyes focused in on her, but she rallied herself and sat upright. “Oh, that’s so easy,” she replied with a smile and a wave of her tiny hand. “There was Ross, Joey, Chandler… Uhm, Phoebe…” The smile vanished from her face, replaced by a look of confused focus. “Uhm, I can see her, she had black hair,” she half-muttered to herself. “What was her name again?”
“What was the name of your character?” Lam asked directly.
It felt like the entire room was holding its collective breath, waiting as the seven-year-old struggled to remember the obvious answer. Rachel, c’mon, you can do it, I silently encouraged. Your character’s name was Rachel! I glanced up at Ricketts just as he glanced at me, and we shared a silent concern as the actress hemmed and hawed and stalled, squirming in her seat as she plumbed the depths of her mind.
“I… That’s so weird!” she finally said with a tiny laugh and a shrug, but I could still see the discomfort behind her mask. “I should be able to remember it, but I just can’t!”
“It was Rachel,” Ricketts said, his voice low and worried. “Everyone in America watched that show, it was common knowledge.”
“I watch back in Europe before coming over,” Malinka added.
“Never really watched it, it was full of white people with white people problems,” Conchita admitted. “But even I remember that!”
“Why couldn’t I remember that?” The actress seemed to almost shrink into herself as her face took on a fearful look. “Now that you reminded me I remember just fine, but I just couldn’t before!”
“Lam, what is this?” I asked as I felt a cold dread settle over my soul.
“It was something that I noticed over the past few weeks, Master.” The Asian girl sat back in her seat, her face an impassive, clinical mask – but behind her neutral eyes I could see a hint of nervousness. “I realized that there were certain things, certain pieces of information that had been common knowledge to me before my transformation that I just could not seem to remember. Common practices that I know I had done hundreds of times before, but for some reason I had trouble remembering what exactly I needed to do. These lapses necessitated that I refer to one of the procedural manuals I have on my pad. I began to track these lapses.”
“What’s happening to us?” Lillian asked, sounding far more lost and terrified than I had ever heard her sound before.
“We are breaking down, mentally.” Lam’s voice was almost a whisper, almost as if she didn’t want to admit the situation and was afraid that it would be true if she said it out loud. “Our ability to access long-term memories is being erased. I believe that it is the final step of this transformation, at least for those of us biologically female – a severing of the synaptic connections that allow us to access information stored in our long-term memories. I believe, that is,” she amended. “I do not believe the memories are being erased, but that rather our ability to access them is being… cut.”
“I…” Lillian pressed against my side, and I instinctively hugged her tight as she clung to me. “Will we…”
“What’s going to happen to us?” Conchita asked in a tiny, terrified voice as she clung to Ricketts.
Lam lowered her head and looked at her hands, and I noticed that she was twisting and wringing her fingers as she simply laid out her conclusions. “I believe that, ultimately, we will end up exactly like Paisley,” she said softly. “We will be innocents, completely helpless and unable to remember anything from our previous pre-transformation lives. We will be reliant upon our bonded males for even the most basic survival – essentially, we will be little girls once more. And we will know no other life.”
The room exploded as most of the girls tried to speak at once, objecting, denying, claiming that it couldn’t be true. Paisley looked terrified at the commotion, not understanding what was happening – while Gwen actually squeaked and clasped her hands over her ears, screwing her eyes shut to block out the emotions roiling around her. “I don’t want to fade away!” Jin whispered forcefully. I glanced at her and saw her clinging to Ricketts, tears flowing down her cheeks as she looked at Lam in horror. “I don’t want to forget! You’re lying!”
“No…” Meg said softly. I glanced over and saw her fixing me with a horrified look of her own. “No,” she repeated, her voice filled with despair as she shook her head in denial.
“It is inevitable,” Lam replied.
“How do we stop it?” I asked, raising my voice to be heard over the din.
“There must be something that we can do,” Ricketts added.
“As far as I have been able to determine, there is nothing that any of us can do,” Lam said sadly. When she raised her head again I felt an ache in my chest – she looked so lost, so helpless, so miserable as she tried to blink away her silent tears that all I wanted to do was to gather her up in my arms and hold her close. “I do not know if it is reversible, and given the apparent rate of mental decay I believe that I will be gone, the knowledge and experience that combines within my mind to even understand what is happening, will be gone long before I could even begin to scratch the surface of this mental decay. Within several months, we will all… revert.” She fixed me with an almost pleading look even as her words remained dispassionate. “We will be little more than sexually promiscuous pre-teen girls. We will exist in a state of almost constant pregnancy. We will be happy to exist in such a state, and believe that our entire being is do nothing more than please our bonded male. And I do not know if we will ever be able to become anything else.”
The room was silent, the horror a palpable cloud hanging over everything. I looked at my girls – my pheromone-bonded pre-teen baby factories? – and felt helpless. Rachel was sobbing silent tears as she clutched my chest, Lillian was staring off into space with a terrified look, and Meg looked like she couldn’t decide whether or not to lash out or simply collapse in helpless shock. Malinka looked sick as she whispered to Nadia, who finally hiccupped and burst into tears as well. The only one maintaining her composure was Paisley, who was staring at everyone with a look of confusion and fear – she knew something was seriously wrong, but she just didn’t understand what that something was. This is it, I thought as I met Ricketts’s eyes and saw that he shared my thoughts. This is the new order of things.
