I stared at Lam, half-stunned and half-enraged, as the volume of gunfire and snarls of Feral rage filled the night air outside the French doors. To her credit Lam didn’t look away, didn’t flinch, didn’t blink – she returned my accusatory stare with an even, emotionless gaze, her brown eyes betraying nothing. “You knew,” I whispered darkly as I felt blind fury course through my veins.
“I did not know anything,” she replied, her voice level.
“You knew, and you didn’t say anything!” I took a step forward and grasped her biceps, physically lifting the girl off the floor as I raged at her. “You knew!”
“I did not know anything!” she yelled back.
God DAMN little cunt SHE KNEW… I could feel my grip tighten on her arms, my fingers digging into her arms as she gasped and winced in pain. “Why didn’t you say anything?!?” I hissed, my voice dark and thick with rage…
“Mikey!” My gaze snapped to the side and fell on Rachel. The tiny blonde was scrambling to pull her shorts up her legs, hopping on one foot as she attempted to force the other through the leg hole of the stretchy Lycra. “What are we going to do?” she asked in a quavering voice, her eyes filled with fear.
“I…” Suddenly conscious of my foiling emotions, I carefully released my grip and fury I carefully let Lam go as I took a shuddering breath and stepped back. “I… We need to move, we need to do something,” I muttered. I resettled the strap of my shotgun over my shoulder as I turned to Demi. “What’s the usual procedure for something like this?” I asked the agent.
“For a band of psychotic madmen charging the White House gates? Call out the National Guard and lock down the city,” she replied in a tight voice. She raised her arms over her head and let her blouse fall over her body, and then hopped on the edge of the mattress as she fiddled with her tennis shoes. “But I don’t think that’s an option right now. We’ve… I’ve got to get the defenses in place.” She finished pulling on her shoes, hopped down, quickly buttoned three buttons of her blouse, and skittered over to the desk to rearm. “Hopefully we’ve got enough in place to fend them off, but…” As she clipped her massive pistol to her waist and hefted her radio in her hand, she looked at me with doubt in her eyes.
“Okay. Okay.” I ran my fingers through my hair as I hissed between my teeth, my mind stuttering from one bad plan to another. “What can I do?”
“There’s not much I think you can do,” she replied. She paused for a heartbeat, and then leaned in and graced me with a quick, tight hug. “Just stay out of the way, and try to find someplace secure. I’ve got to move.” One last quick squeeze and then she was gone, dashing out the bedroom door as she shouted orders into the radio.
“Mikey!” Rachel’s panicked voice pulled my attention back into the room, and I turned to see her fully dressed. “Where do we go?”
I looked first at her, and then at the slowly dressing Lam. “We find Meg,” I said decisively. “She’ll know where.”
“Okay.” The tiny blonde finished tossing the last of her clothing into the small bag she had carried in from the Hummer, and if the situation weren’t so dire I might have spared a moment to grin at the fact that she stole a couple of the fluffy robes and a few towels bearing the Presidential Seal.
“Michael, I did not know anything,” Lam repeated quietly as she finished dressing. I didn’t respond, but instead just stared at her with an accusing gaze as I noted the special emphasis she placed on the word know. “I did not!”
“We’ll deal with that later,” I said brusquely. I too finished tossing my few belongings into my backpack and slung it over my free shoulder. “We need to find the Colonel. Do you know where she might be?” At her blank look and quick shake of her head I sighed. “Perfect. Well, hopefully she’s not too far. Let’s go.”
With a purposeful stride that belied my uncertainty I strode out of the bedroom, Rachel skittering close behind and Lam bringing up the rear. The hallway was still deserted but I could hear the sound of running feet and muffled shouts echoing throughout the building. I paused for a second as I tried to decide which way to go, but was saved from making a decision by an opening door. I felt a touch of my tension dissipate as a tiny, redheaded, half-dressed form stumbled out of a bedroom a few doors down. “Colonel!” I shouted as I turned and moved towards her.
“God damn mother fucking…” The topless Meg gave up struggling with the tangled training bra and tossed it into the bedroom behind her, where it narrowly missed a tiny brunette with long, curly black hair and an olive complexion. “Don’t have time… Mike! What the fuck’s going on?” she yelled as she pulled a billowy olive-drab tee-shirt over her head, where it fell halfway down her thighs and almost resembled a dress.
“It’s the scent, those things track by scent!” I screeched to a stop before the pair and tried not to stare at the cute little fuck-budy of the Marine and instead glanced down the hall. “They’ve figured out that we’re hiding out here!”
“Fuck.” Meg finally finished adjusting her tee-shirt by half-tucking it into the waistband of her shorts, quickly turned, and graced her playmate with a deep kiss. “Sorry darlin’,” she drawled. “Duty calls. Get to yer duty station.” With a quick slap on the girl’s ass the redhead sent her away and turned back to me. “Okay, we’ll have to find a place to stash you, Doc, and Hot Pants while we deal with this.”
“Can you deal with it?” Rachel asked fearfully.
“That’s the million dollar question.” We turned to see President Ramos striding purposefully through an archway further down the hall. The President looked tense, determined, and unnerved all at the same time, but managed to hide most of her roiling emotions behind a mask of strength. Abigail and a pair of hard-faced agents, a frizzy-haired blonde with buck teeth and a truly miniscule brunette with fiery eyes, skittered after the President, the agents looking wary and the platinum blonde looking more than a little scared.
“Ma’am!” Meg snapped to attention and fired off a salute.
“That’s enough of that, Colonel,” the President said. She spared me a glance, and for the briefest of moments I saw her cool exterior crack and the terrified little girl peek through as she stumbled just a bit. “The windows, we can see what’s going on from there.” She pushed past Meg and darted into the bedroom the tiny Marine has just vacated, and after a moment’s pause the mass of us piled in behind her.
Inside was a smaller, less-posh version of the Lincoln bedroom that mere minutes ago had been the scene of my sexual conquest, but it was still elegantly appointed. Far more important was the large window overlooking the North Lawn, and we crowded around it as best we could. I have to admit that I felt a momentary flash of satisfaction as I was spared the general jostling for a view as I towered over the girls and could easily peer out the upper panes while the feminine gaggle pushed their way forward. “What’s going on?” I heard Rachel whine quietly. “I can’t see!”
“Tough titties,” Meg snapped.
“Can the defenses hold, Ma’am?” asked one of the agents as she craned her neck around one side of the frame.
“I don’t know,” the President replied. Lillian Ramos stood in the center of the window, her mostly-fitted suit making her look like the only semi-tween figure in the middle of a pack of pre-teen girls, and I watched her lean in to peer through the crystal-clear glass. “I think we might have a chance… Between the fence and the guns, those things would have to be pretty determined to get in here.”
I glanced at Lam, who returned my suspicious gaze with a neutral one of her own. “I wonder how determined they are,” I asked rhetorically. Lam didn’t answer, but instead blushed and cast her eyes back towards the window.
At first it seemed to be going well. With the floodlights at full illumination we could see the street before us crowded with about thirty charging Feral, each one a snarling mass of blood-soaked madness as they converged on the wrought-iron fence. The quartet of girl-snipers manning the twin towers at either corner thinned the crowd as they fired again and again, their target-rich environment guaranteeing a hit with every shot. Frizzy-haired blonde’s radio crackled and a small, tiny voice reported that targets were sighted to the south but that the defenses were holding, and I felt the tension in the room start to ebb.
“I think we might be okay,” Meg muttered quietly to nobody in particular…
… And almost in defiance to her words, a howl of pure rage seemed to come from everywhere as dozens, hundreds more Feral charged the fence!
“Fuck,” Abigail whispered as the roiling mass of humanity pressed against the spiked iron, which began to lean slightly. The snipers poured on the fire, but for every Feral they killed another three took his place. The bodies began to pile up at the base of the fence, and with every passing second the Feral could stand higher and higher on the corpses of their brothers, their grasping claws scraping against the spiked top of their iron barricade. The roar of the machine-gun beneath us added its pounding chatter to the cacophony as the trio of defenders added their fifty-caliber firepower to the fracas. It quickly became apparent that it was a moot cause, as the fence began to lean further and further, and the Feral clambered higher and higher, and with each passing second it became clear that it would only be a matter of time.
“It’s gonna go!” the fiery-eyed brunette agent blurted, her face pale and her eyes wide.
Her words were prophetic, and one large section of the fence creaked and groaned and bent enough to allow the Feral to scramble over and onto the lawn. The instant the first Feral foot touched grass dozens of weapons from seemingly everywhere poured bullets into the roiling horde, but the madmen had sheer numerical superiority and a self-destructive disregard for their own lives as they pressed their assault. Dozens charged straight towards the chattering machine gun as others threw themselves against the legs of the make-shift towers, drawn to the delicate, succulent scent above. We watched one tower fall immediately as its legs collapsed under the additional weight of the Feral attackers, its occupants lost in a crashing tidal wave of raging cannibals in a heartbeat, while the other creaked and leaned alarmingly. Two tiny feminine forms clung to their perch, their screams of fear lost in the roar of the crowd as they tried to scramble away from the bloodthirsty creatures, and I saw a Feral leap straight up over six feet and clamp his teeth onto a bare calf and there was a spray of blood as his shrieking victim was literally torn from her perch and fell into the mass of teeth and claws and vicious hunger…
“Fuck!” Meg practically screamed the word as she stepped back. “Fuck, fuck, fuck! Madame President, we can’t stay here! We need to get you into the bunker, now!”
“Can’t,” blurted fiery-eyes as a panicked look crossed her face.
“The door jammed when the power started fluctuating, and nobody knew how to reset the locks,” frizzy-blonde added.
“What about the tunnels?” I asked. “I think I read somewhere that there are escape tunnels.”
“No good,” the President replied with a sick look on her face. She shivered as she looked at me and wrapped her arms around her slim torso. “They come up in the buildings on either side, right in the middle of those things.”
“What are we going to do?” squeaked Rachel, her terror sending her voice several octaves higher.
“Madame President!” All heads turned as Demi charged into the room, her eyes wide and her skin slicked with sweat. “Madame President, we can’t hold the gates! You have to evacuate, now!” Without waiting for a response she grabbed the paling Latina by the arm and began to physically drag her away. The rest of us paused for a single heartbeat before we too charged after the pair, the agents and Meg intent on protecting the President, and I intent on protecting Rachel – and Lam.
“Where are we going, Agent Moore?” shouted the Colonel as we scrambled through the hall towards a small staircase.
“South Lawn!” My caramel-colored lover paused to draw her pistol before taking up the President’s arm once more and charging heedlessly down the marble stairs. “We’ve had Marine One on standby since this whole thing started, and just enough fuel to get a small group out of the city!”
The staircase was a riot of pounding feet and gasping breath as we charged down two flights of stairs and onto the main floor. Everyone skidded to a stop as a loud shriek of agony echoed from just outside the Entrance Hall, and everyone watched in horror as the wave of Feral overran the poorly-manned defenses outside. The girls in the Entrance Hall slammed the door shut and backpedaled quickly as a small soldier with curly blonde hair and a thick waist tried to scramble for safety but was a moment too late. A truly gargantuan Feral leapt over the sandbags, and we could hear her scream as he physically slammed her face-first into the reinforced door. The light in her eyes dimmed as he slammed her head once, twice, three times into the glass and threw her to the ground. He leapt atop of her, his hands tearing open the front of her baggy fatigue jacket and the blousy tee-shirt beneath and his talons dug into the delicate flesh of her breast-less chest as he tore into her, pressing his erection against her clothed pussy in an impossible attempt to penetrate his tiny victim, and he sank his teeth into the side of her neck and tore, and a wash of bright red blood sprayed across the glass door as she convulsed beneath him and he fed…
“Fuck, move! Move it, people!” Demi’s roar snapped us from our horrified poses, and we turned our back on the scene as we charged through the diplomatic entrance and onto the asphalt outside. We could hear the howls of the Feral, the distant and tiny screams of their victims, and the non-stop rattle of machine gun fire as the defenders attempted to turn back the onslaught. Three small, terrified-looking soldier-girls started as our band charged through the door, but a withering glare from the Colonel focused them back to their task of manning their crew weapon and searching for targets.
And there, half-way across the lawn, was Marine One. As we stepped onto the grass and began to run we saw the rotors begin to slowly spin as the side door opened and a small girl dressed in comically oversized flight gear motioned us on.
“Move it, people!” screamed Meg. She came alongside the President and Demi, took up the taller Latina’s other arm, and motivated the pair to move even faster. I clutched Rachel’s hand in my right hand and Lam’s forearm with my left as I practically dragged the duo across the slick lawn towards the spinning blades and escape. And the two agents huffed and puffed as they tried to keep up with our charging group, fanning out slightly to defend their charge against any threats coming from the side.
“Almost there!” Demi shouted at the halfway mark. “Madame President, you have to OH FUCK!” We screeched to a halt on the slick grass as a mass of over twenty Feral lunged out of the darkness and charged up the lawn in our direction, their eyes locked on the free-range little girls before them, their snarls of rage audible over the spinning blades of the helicopter. “Back!” Demi screamed as she began to backpedal. “Everyone, get back!”
As a group we turned and sprinted back up the lawn, the pair of agents dropping into a kneeling stance as they fired off round after round at the charging horde while the little-girl airman glanced behind her, screamed, and charged after us. I looked over my shoulder, my lungs burning with effort and my pulse pounding in my ears, just as the Feral made it to the helicopter. Several scrambled up the stairs and into the cabin while the rest continued their relentless pursuit of us. Flight-suit girl only made it about twenty feet before three madmen bore her to the ground, tearing at her suit and exposed flesh as she screamed and struggled. The two agents fired the last of their bullets and backpedaled furiously as the Feral fell upon them as well. Frizzy-haired blonde turned to run when a Feral leapt, wrapped his hands around her waist and spun her to the ground where she hit hard with the sickening crack of bones, and her screaming form was easy pickings for the three others who leaps onto her and sank their teeth into her chest, belly, and thigh as they tore bloody gouges into her living flesh. Fiery brunette sidestepped one, pistol whipped a second, and kicked the leg out of a third before one grabbed her hair and literally tore off the side of her face with his teeth while bearing her convulsing form down to the blood-soaked grass beneath them. “Oh, fuck,” I moaned as I ran flat out, more dragging Rachel and Lam than leading them. “Oh fuck, oh fuck!”
“Go, keep going!” Demi leapt over the sandbags and screeched to a halt, spun, pulled her pistol, and started blasting away at our pursuers while the trio at the machine gun opened fire as well. “Don’t stop! Get inside!”
And then the pitch of the helicopter engine changed as its tail started to rise, and the entire thing took first one, and then a second juttering hop. Through the windshield we could see bodies writhing as the pilot struggled to land the machine while fending off the Feral in the cockpit, and we could only watch in sick horror a spray of red painted the inside of the window as the helicopter rose about ten feet, hovered nose-down, and then smashed into the ground. The motion of the rotors flipped it onto its top as the spinning blades disintegrated and the white-and-green metal was replaced by a titanic fireball and I didn’t hesitate as I leapt on Rachel and Lam while Meg covered the President and Abigail and the columned walls of the White House and the sandbag bunker were peppered with supersonic shards of metal and I felt a spray of hot wet splatter across my back as the ground shook beneath me and Rachel screamed and Lam whimpered and I shuddered...
As the rumble of the explosion lessened to a grumble I sat up, unlimbering my shotgun as I tried to see what was going on. There was a ringing in my ears that dueled with a high-pitched keening, and the back of my throat stung from the burning aviation fuel and the taste of metal in my mouth. “Is everyone all right?” I asked as I clambered to my feet, my own voice sounding hollow and distant in my ears. A quick glance at Meg’s shocked face as she levered herself up off Abigail and President Ramos told me that she was just as stunned by this turn of events as I.
As the ringing subsided I learned that the keening was Rachel’s screams of horror. The quartet in the sandbag bunker took the full force of the shrapnel storm, razor-sharp shards of jagged metal tearing through tender young flesh. One of the soldiers lay slumped over the machine gun, her entrails entangled with the tripod as she moved sluggishly for a second before sagging limply over the blood-soaked weapon, while another stared up at the sky through sightless, dead eyes, a neat hole drilled into her head through her left cheek that oozed a tiny trickle of blood. The third had taken part of a blade squarely in the teeth, and the hot wet I felt before were her blood and brains being sprayed over Rachel, Lam and myself. My tiny blonde lover scrabbled backwards at a breakneck pace as her green eyes remained locked on the decapitated half-head at her feet, while Lam just look stunned and queasy as she wiped the gore from her face.
“Don’t fucking stop!” Demi’s voice roared hoarsely as she picked herself up off the grass and leaned tenderly over the sandbags, firing at the distant batch of Feral reinforcements charging our position from beyond the burning helicopter. “Keep going, protect the President!”
“Come on!” I shouted as I pointlessly fired my shotgun over her head and grabbed her shoulder. “We aren’t leaving you!” I insisted as I pulled her away from the sandbags…
… And that’s when I spotted the long, sharp, jagged metal shard that had been plunged through her ribcage and deep into her chest.
Demi looked at my stricken look as I paused, and she glanced down at her own chest and grinned an ironic grin. “Yeah, I don’t think I’m going anywhere,” she said softly. She coughed up a thick wad of foamy-red spittle that dribbled past her lips and dripped onto her blouse. “I’ll hold them off, get them out of here!”
“But…”
“No buts, soldier!” She coughed again, ejected the spent clip from her pistol, and slammed a new one home. “Please, Mike,” she said, her voice growing soft. “Please, protect the President! Get her out of here, somewhere safe! I won’t be able to go, but you…” She trailed off as she glanced at the stunned Latina, who was being helped up off the ground by Abigail.
“I… I will. I’ll try.” I leaned forward for a hug, remembered the steel spike between her ribs and into her lung, and instead planted a kiss on her forehead. “You were incredible, up there,” I said lamely.
She smiled a bloody half-grin in response. “You know it, stud. You were just okay. Now, get the fuck out of here!” She pushed me away and gingerly leaned back over the sandbag, her pistol barking a steady POW-POW-POW tempo as she picked off the Feral one by one.
Helpless to do anything more for the doomed agent I steeled myself, turned, and grabbed Rachel’s hand. “Let’s go,” I said in a tone far more decisive than I actually felt. As I led the way back into the White House I spared one more glance back at Demi, watching her reload once again while weakly pulling a box of hand grenades closer with one foot.
The remaining six of us charged back through the door we had exited mere minutes ago and slammed the glass-paneled portal tightly shut. “Meg, find something to block the door,” I ordered as I carefully pushed the shuddering, trembling, gore-covered Rachel against the wall and attempted to mop some of the blood off her face with my tee-shirt. “Lam, make sure everyone’s okay. Madame President…” I looked over my shoulder and saw the Latina standing in the middle of the diplomatic reception hall, her eyes wide and shocked as she stared at the gory, panicked people around her. Her flat chest was heaving as she gasped for air, looking every bit the tiny, terrified, overwhelmed girl that she was.
“Rach, stay here and rest a moment,” I said quietly as I pushed the vaguely cleaner blonde into a nearby chair, and then walked over to the trembling girl. “Madame President?” I asked quietly as I stared into her face, but her unfocused eyes made it clear that she didn’t even register my presence. “Lillian?” I said, my voice barely above a whisper as I leaned in and touched the side of her face. “Lilly?”
She gave a guttering gasp and snapped her head around, peering into my eyes with a shocked gaze. “They’re all dead,” she said flatly, her voice a blend of agonized pain and matter-of-fact recitation. “They gave their lives to save me. They’re all dead.”
“We can’t think about that now,” I said. I took the shocked Leader of the Free World by the hand and led her over to the chairs, where I sat her down next to the hyper-ventilating Rachel as she tried to get her breathing under control. “Just wait here for a minute.” As the two girls’ hands found each others’ and their fingers intertwined I turned, glanced at the archway towards the Entrance Hall to make sure no threats were forthcoming, and joined Meg and Abigail in shoving a large, surprisingly heavy sofa in front of the door.
“Can Agent Moore hold them off?” the platinum blonde panted. Abigail’s once-pristine plaid shirt was a mass of grass stains, dirt, and gore, and the wiped some of the blood from the side of her face with the back of her hand as she leaned against the make-shift barricade. We could hear distant shots and explosions from outside, a testimony to the fight the defenders were putting up.
“I… No.” I glanced at the archway once more and then leaned in close to the two girls. “But she can delay them long enough to give us something.” Almost as if punctuating my words there was a titanic flash and explosion from outside that shook the walls. “We need a plan B, Meg, and we need it fast,” I added as I focused in on the tiny Marine. “We need to get out of here. Any ideas?”
“Only one.” Meg pushed away from her leaning position against the sofa and grabbed my arm. “We need to get to the Hummer and haul ass. We take as many people as possible and just run, get out of the city, find someplace to hunker down until we can think things through.”
“Where is it?” I glanced at the shadowy, smoking terrain outside the door and pitched my voice even lower. “Are we going to have to go back outside?”
“Kinda,” Abigail interjected. “I know the Secret Service pulled it around to the side, but it’s parked right outside the West Wing. We can cut through it, I know the way.”
We all jumped as a high-pitched shriek of terror echoed through the room as Lam screamed and backpedaled away from a window. The tiny Asian girl had been peering out when a Feral slammed against the glass, his hands clawing at the barrier between him and the tiny snack right in front of him. At the same time a loud crash sounded from the depths of the White House that was followed by echoing gunshots.
“Fuck, we gotta move!” Meg popped the clip of her pistol, checked the load, and slammed the magazine back home once more. “Mike, you take point and shoot anything with a dick and an attitude. Abby, stick close to him, you know this place better than anyone. I’ll take up the rear and keep an eye on everyone else.”
“Sounds good,” I replied grimly as I unlimbered my shotgun. Only five shells left, better make them count… “Do you have a gun, Abby?” I added as I turned my attention to the tiny girl as she pushed off the sofa. She didn’t respond, but instead just smiled a tight little smile and pulled a tiny, almost dainty-looking miniature pistol from the small of her back. “Eh, it’ll have to do,” I said with a grimace. “Just stick close.”
“You know I will,” she replied with a nod.
“Okay, let’s go.”
I strode across the marble floor, my shoes padding softly against the stone and my senses hyper-tuned to any threat, while Abigail glued herself to my back and Meg got the other three up and moving. I glanced left and right as I stepped through the archway and only saw tiny little feminine forms racing down hallways, either towards or away from the sounds of fighting. Through the archway I saw three girls trying to shove more tables against the door in an attempt to keep the Feral outside from smashing their way in, and I slid closer to the wall as I resisted the urge to race to their rescue but instead focused on my mission. I felt another tiny form join Abigail behind me, and I spared a quick tight smile to Rachel as I continued down the hall.
For a few minutes we made slow but steady progress – most girls who darted past us were too busy to do more than spare us a glance. All of that changed when we were just ready to leave the White House proper and enter the West Wing. For a split second I heard a crash and running feet, and suddenly a door across the hall burst open and a raging Feral dashed out! Without hesitating I pulled the trigger and blasted a fist-sized hole through the thing’s chest, but as the body fell a second madman scrambled out after the first with a third hot on its heels!
“Fuck, run!” I racked another round into the shotgun and pulled the trigger again as I dashed forward, and behind me I heard screams of fear and other shots as both my girls and the other defenders tried to fight back the breech. Through a pair of double doors and into a long hallway, I was running fast with Rachel and Abigail close on my heels. I skidded to a stop at a corner and saw a Feral charging directly towards me, but before I could fire Abigail shot the thing three times, twice in the chest and once in the head. A high-pitched scream tore my attention to the left as a Feral lunged out of a side room and attacked Rachel, but before anyone else could react she stabbed the thing under the chin with her lethal butcher knife and fell beneath the sudden deadweight of its corpse.
“Rach!” I grabbed the back of the thing’s hair and yanked it off my tiny blonde lover. Fortunately she seemed to be unharmed, with only the wind knocked out of her and a fresh fountain of madman blood covering her shirt. “How the fuck are they getting in?!?” I shouted to Meg as I grasped the blonde by the hand and pulled her to her feet, and then jacked the slide of the shotgun as I racked another shell.
“I don’t know, there have to be breeches everywhere!” Meg dropped to one knee and fired behind us, six shots in rapid succession that dropped two madmen. “We can’t stop, we have to keep going! Move!!!”
“Mikey, I…” Rachel shuddered as I gave her a quick hug, her eyes wide and wild looking as she teetered on the edge of hysteria. “My knife, I need to get my knife…”
“Not now, Hot Pants!” Meg’s roar cut through the shivering blonde’s mental fog and I felt her start in my arms. “Melt down later, for now just MOVE YOUR ASS!”
I gave Rachel one last squeeze, smiled what I hoped was a confident smile at the frightened Lam, Abigail, and President Ramos, and then brought my shotgun back up as I turned back down the hall. I broke into a light trot, scanning all the doors ahead of me. “Which way?” I hissed to the tiny figures behind me.
“The door on the right,” Abigail replied quietly. “There are stairs down, and we can cut past the Situation Room and get outside that way.”
“Madame President!” Abigail, Meg and I jumped and tightened our fingers on the triggers of our weapons, and it was only through the sheerest luck that nobody shot the three tiny forms running down the hall towards us. “Madame President, you’ve got to get out of here!” shouted one, a small, almost elfin blonde with a pixie haircut.
“We’re getting her out,” Meg replied. “Come with us!”
“No, ma’am!” A tiny, rail-thin brunette who looked all of eight-years-old and who sported a pair of silver bars on the lapels of her grossly-oversized uniform jacket popped the clip from the assault rifle that was almost taller than she was. “We’ll delay the enemy, you get her out of here!” she added as she slammed a fresh clip home.
“But…” President Ramos looked as if she wanted to argue the point.
“Ma’am, we don’t have time for that!” Elfin blonde actually grunted just a bit as she hoisted a large, heavy-looking satchel, grabbed the Latina’s arm, and slapped a handcuff around her wrist. “You’ve got the football, ma’am, now go!” A howl sounded behind us and the three girls all fired at the Feral charging towards us from the Press Briefing Room, dropping the thing before it took two steps in our direction. “Go!” she shouted again as she ducked past Meg and moved down the hall, her pistol at the ready and her entire body tense.
“Get her out of here.” The third girl, a neutral-looking brunette with an almost furtive look on her face, leaned in and spoke quietly to me. “The building is wired, and if we can’t hold the place we’re gonna blow it. Just keep an ear open, and if we can beat ‘em back we’ll let you know. But…”
“Go!!!” Elfin blonde practically screamed as three more Feral came around the corner and she opened fire, her two compatriots joining her in the rear guard. I darted across the hall, kicked open the door to the stairs, glanced in to make sure that nothing was coming up on us, and started shoving little girls through the open portal. One last glance at the trio as the Feral bore down upon them and then I too jumped through the door and slammed it shut behind us.
“This way!” Abigail yelled as she led our group down the stairs with Meg hot on her heels. I pushed the others before me as I tore my attention between the fast-moving girls in front of me and the door behind until we all piled out into a narrow hallway. The platinum blonde didn’t stop as she led the way, down the hall towards a tiny, nondescript door at the end. “Almost there!”
“Wait! Slow down!!!” President Ramos was struggling to keep up as she clutched the satchel to her chest, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath.
“We can’t!” Meg whipped around a corner with her pistol ready and looked for targets down a side hallway, but then continued on without missing a beat as she charged towards the door. “We need to keep moving!”
“I can’t!” Rachel was flagging as the sheer physical exertion began to catch up to her and Lam wasn’t looking much better, and I scooped both up with my free arm as I aimed my shotgun down the hall behind us as we ran. “I think I’m gonna barf!”
“Not now!” Meg shouted over her shoulder. She opened the door with gun ready, and when nothing actually leapt out at her she seemed a touch surprised. “We’ve gotta get out of here! There’ll be plenty of time to puke later!”
We crowded into a small entry room and peered through the door. Outside was a small driveway… and parked tantalizingly close was the cherry-red Hummer! “How do we do this?” I asked Meg over the heads of the panting girls between us.
The redhead opened her mouth to answer when a truly titanic explosion rocked the building and sent a shower of dust down upon us from the ceiling. “Aw, fuck this,” she said. “We bum rush it! Go!”
With no organized plan we charged out of the building and across the asphalt to the vehicle parked only a dozen feet away. A howl drew my attention and I pulled the trigger before the Feral to our right could take two steps, while Abigail fired four shots to our left. Meg reached the Hummer first and yanked open the door, and scrabbled up into the driver’s seat as Rachel, Lam, and President Ramos clambered into the back. I racked another shell into the chamber as I backpedaled, shot another Feral, and then spun. With my free hand I grabbed the back of Abigail’s shorts and literally threw her into the back with the other four, blasted half of a Feral’s face off with a load of buckshot, and leapt into the driver’s seat. A pair of slamming doors, and we now had metal and glass armor between us and the things outside.
“Go!” Meg shouted as she reloaded, pulled back the sun roof, and stood in the passenger seat. “Get this fucker moving!!!”
I heedlessly shoved the shotgun into the passenger foot well and thumbed the ignition, and with a throaty roar the Hummer sprang to life. The headlights illuminated a small pack of Feral charging up the driveway, but I slammed my foot down on the accelerator and flattened them before they could do anything. As Meg fired at random targets and hot shells rained down on my head, I spun the wheel and gunned the engine. We picked up speed and there was a shuddering jerk as we rolled over something and in a flash we were through and plunging into the shadowy darkness as we roared down the streets of Washington.
“Jesus, look at the place.” Abigail’s horrified comment caused me to glance in the rearview mirror and revealed a horrifying scene. The floodlights that had once illuminated the area around the White House were dark, but the flames licking from the windows provided a sullen, flickering glow bright enough to see. Dozens of figures raced across the lawn towards the damaged building, seemingly untouched and unfazed as they scrambled through broken doors and shattered windows. Several menacing figures charged after us, their raging forms backlit by the chaos behind as they attempted to catch up to our fleeing vehicle.
“Can they stop them?” President Ramos asked in a sick voice. “I mean, maybe we can go back and help, there are so many left back there…”
I jerked the wheel slightly right and cut onto Pennsylvania Avenue, sideswiping a city bus as the tires skidded, and the radio crackled. A tiny, tight voice backed by howls of Feral rage spoke words that chilled us all as she simply said, “Versailles is down.” A heartbeat later the world behind us exploded as the doomed defenders set off the final solution. Every window of the White House shattered as flames vomited from their gaping maws, and I could feel the shockwave of the detonation in my bones and the place seemed to collapse upon itself as the columns fell down and the roof caved in…
Another jerk of the wheel as I turned to avoid a clogged intersection and the charnel pit from which we had escaped vanished from sight. Meg slumped down into the passenger seat and we exchanged shocked, sick looks from what we had just witnessed. Behind me came soft, muffled sobs as the horrors they had witnessed and experienced began to seep into the girls’ consciousnesses. I glanced into the rearview mirror and saw Rachel clinging to Lam, Abigail leaning over the packed supplies in the back as she peered out into the darkness behind us, and President Ramos slumped against the passenger door with a lost, shocked look in her eyes.
“We’ve got to get out of the city,” Meg said in a quiet voice. As she leaned forward, dropped her spent pistol into the foot well, and picked up my shotgun, she added, “Take the next right. There’s a highway ramp a few miles up the road.”
Those were the last words anyone said for a while, and silence ruled the interior of the Hummer as we sped into the night.
“We need to find a place to stop.”
Meg’s quiet voice seemingly floated into my ears, and with a start I realized that I had been half-zoning as the Hummer slowly moved through the night. I had been driving for hours since we had escaped the now-destroyed White House, and my entire world had shrunk to the slice of the world illuminated by the headlights. Concrete, asphalt, wrecked and abandoned autos and trucks and yellow stripes and grassy medians and bloodstains and white lines and trash and oil stains and pointless green signs offering directions to dead places filled with nothing…
I glanced over at the tiny redhead. Meg sat slumped in the passenger seat, her normally hyper-active personality muted from experience and exhaustion. In the rear view mirror I saw Rachel and Lam, Abigail and President Ramos – Lillian – leaning against each other in one massive girl-pile as they dozed fitfully. And a quick flash of my reflection, my eyes red-rimmed and drooping as the events of the past day finally started to catch up to me. “Are you sure we’ve gone far enough?” I asked in a voice just as quiet.
“I don’t think we have much of a choice. I’m about ready to fall asleep right now, and you’ve got this dead-eye, thousand-yard stare straight forward. We need sleep.”
“Where are we?”
“I have no fucking idea.” Meg leaned forward and peered out the windshield, and after a moment’s searching she pointed. “Take this exit, it’s for some place called Hyattstown. Hopefully we can find something here.”
I gently eased the Hummer over, slowly drove around a Cadillac that had t-boned a guardrail, and rolled quietly down the ramp. The intersection was dark and empty, and after a half-second of debate I turned right – more because I was too tired to care than anything else, and right looked just as good as left in the pitch-blackness of the night. The usual assortment of gas stations and fast-food restaurants loomed out of the darkness, their signs unlit and their windows dark as they stood testament to the Event, and both the redhead and I scoured the scene for any trace of Feral. “It’s quiet,” I murmured.
“Yeah.” She peered into the darkness, and then peered behind us. “I don’t know, I can’t see anything moving. I can barely think straight. How about there?”
I followed her pointing finger to a family-style restaurant, grimaced, and turned the wheel. “As good as any,” I said sourly as I pulled the Hummer up to the front doors. The parking lot was relatively empty, with only a few dark, silent cars standing a cold sentinels, and as I turned off the engine the entire world was plunged into silence.
I heard a stirring from the behind me. “What’s going on?” a sleepy voice, President Ramos’s, murmured quietly.
“We’re gonna find a place to hunker down until morning,” Meg replied. She reached down to her feet, picked up her reloaded pistol and handed me my shotgun, and then added, “Just wait here while Mike and I clear the place. We’ll be right back.”
“Don’t be too long,” she said as she leaned forward, bracing one hand on the seat in front of her and peered out into the night through drooping, half-closed eyes.
“We won’t.” I patted her hand and gave her what I hoped was a confident, friendly smile, and then slipped out of the Hummer. The night was silent and steamy, dark and only lit by starlight, and both Meg and I strained our ears as we searched for any threats. Nothing moved, nothing seemed to be alive, and we felt our tension ebb just a bit as we made our way to the doors. Inside all was silent, and it only took us a couple of minutes to confirm that we were indeed alone in the restaurant. Another quick sweep to secure any and all doors we could find, and then we headed back out to the truck to escort our tired, sleepy little bundles into their temporary refuge.
“I feel like I could lie down for a million years,” Abigail remarked sleepily as she sat in a booth, slid sideways along the cool, smooth vinyl, and slumped down onto her back.
“Me too,” Rachel agreed as she hopped into a padded booth as well.
“Okay, you guys can stay over there,” Meg said as she twisted the lock on the front door and then pointed to the small dining area to her right. “Over here’s lesbian country. The lobby is no-man’s land. I’m too fucking tired to do something right now, but in the morning…”
“Sort yourselves out, and get yourself cleaned up,” I interrupted. The brief burst of physical activity from clearing the restaurant and herding four tiny, sleepy forms had given me a bit of energy, and I spontaneously decided to deal with a situation with which I knew had to be dealt. I grasped a sleepy Lam’s arm and pulled her towards the kitchen. “The good doctor and I need to have a little conversation first.”
“Mikey,” Rachel said sleepily with just a touch of a whine in her voice. “I wanna go to sleep, and I won’t be able to unless you’re here!”
“”Don’t worry, we won’t be too long.” I fixed Lam with a half-glare of anger as I towed the rapidly wakening girl behind me. “We just need to sort a few things out.”
“Don’t take too long,” Meg piped up, her tone jovial but exhausted as she made her idle threat. “Otherwise I’ll lure ‘em all over onto my side, and you’ll get nothing.”
“Michael,” Lam said in a small, nervous voice as I pulled her through the dark kitchen, my flashlight beam dancing over cold and quiet appliances.
“Wait.” I led us into the small manager’s office and pushed the door shut behind us, and then pushed Lam into the small wooden seat next to the desk, placed the flashlight on the desk, and dropped my weary bones into the high-backed manager’s chair. “Okay, talk,” I growled at the tiny, nervous Asian girl. “You’ve been keeping secrets for far too long. You need to come clean, right now.”
“I have not been keeping secrets,” Lam replied earnestly. She leaned forward, her face plaintive and her eyes wide. “I swear to you, I have not!”
“Bullshit!” She shrank back in her chair as I snapped at her and it was my turn to lean forward. “You haven’t been telling us what we should… What we need to know, and a whole lotta people probably died because you’ve been keeping your mouth shut!”
“But that is just it!” she replied desperately. She sniffed and wiped her cheeks with the back of her hand, leaned forward, and placed her tiny hands on mine. “I did not know that the Feral track by scent, I swear to you, I did not!”
“But you suspected!”
“But I did not know!” She sniffed and wiped her cheeks again, smearing the gleaming tears from her face. “I suspected that they did, but I did not know for sure. I have not had the time, I have not been able to properly test the hypothesis, and I could not make a conclusive determination without doing so!”
“Yes, you could have.” I pulled my hands from beneath hers and sat back, glaring at the miserable little girl. “You should have told us, told someone, and maybe we could have done something!”
“I could not!”
“Yes, you could!”
“No, I could not!”
“Why?” I pushed her back in her chair, her body seeming to melt back under the press of my fingertips against her chest. “Why couldn’t you say anything? What could possibly…”
“Because!” Lam finally looked up at me, her face a mask of stricken agony. “Because if I admitted that some of my hypotheses are factual, then I must admit that all of them are probably factual, and I cannot!”
“Why?” I pressed.
“Because of what they might imply!” She sobbed and rubbed her eyes, her tears flowing freely. “Because of the sexual nature of this change!”
“What?” I sat back and gripped the arm of the chair, my fingers digging into the worn faux-vinyl surface. “We already know that girls get horny after a few hours, and guys are aggressive…”
“That is not what I mean!” She shivered and hugged herself, peering down at her lap for a moment before she looked me squarely in the eye. “I am talking about the… the degrading nature of this new sexuality.” At my confused look she sniffed and tried to explain. “You know that I have been asking you questions after you… fuck, and it is usually the same one. ‘Did it excite you to dominate your partner,’ or something along those lines.”
“Right. I just thought that you were asking because you needed to see just how violent I was becoming.”
“No. That is not why I asked.” She took a deep, guttering breath as she steeled herself for her admission. “I have been asking that question because it excited me when you dominated your partner!”
“I… What?”
“Every time you… fucked me, you were so large, and I was so small, and you could just do whatever you wanted to me and there was no way that I could ever stop you and it aroused me so much!” She almost seemed to shrink as she curled up on herself, bringing her heels to the edge of her chair and hugging her shins as she buried her face in her knees as her muffled words tumbled out of her mouth. “You are large and it hurts so much when you fuck me but I love it and want more, so much more! I want you to dominate me, to become my master and to force me to do whatever you desire to please you, and I would be willing to do anything for you to be my master, and… And…”
I just stared at her, my mouth opening and closing as I gaped like a fish at this shocking admission. “I… But what does that have to do with…”
“Because it is the diametric opposite of whom I am, and it implies that this change is not merely physical.” She sniffed, wiped her eyes on her jeans, and planted her chin on her knees. “I have always been strong, and independent, and a being of the mind. But now I find that I desire to be weak, to be commanded, to be treated as a sexual object! The thought that I might be ‘owned’ by another thrills me, sexually, and it humiliates me, and the thought of being humiliated in such a manner arouses me so much more! And it terrifies me!” She took another deep breath, and continued. “And I cannot say anything because I do not know if it is just me, or if this psychological change is universal among all females. I could not admit to my suspicions about the Feral, because if I admitted one of my hypotheses, then I must admit them all, and I just cannot face such shame if I were incorrect, that these thoughts are just my own!”
“But the others really should know…” I replied lamely.
“And what exactly would you have me say if this psychological change is universal and irreversable, Michael? How do I actually tell them that, now, their greatest sexual excitement now comes from their most base humiliations? That not only can I not find any way to reverse this physical transformation, but that there is no way to stop their desires for… for…” She sobbed and buried her face in her legs once more. “And if it is just me, if I am the only one like this, then that means that I am a pervert and I could never face them again if they knew…”
“I… Lam.” I scooted my chair forward and leaned in. “Look at me.” As she raised her tear-filled gaze to mine I spoke earnestly. “It’s pretty clear that this change, this thing, is not only affecting you. Everyone, and I mean everyone, is acting weird. I mean, look…” I hissed through my pursed lips as I leaned back and ran my fingers through my hair. “Rachel, she’s fallen into this… I guess you’d call it a pattern. She acts bratty and practically dares me to tie her up and fuck her. And last night Abigail practically told me that she liked it rough – or at least she implied it. So I don’t think it’s just you.”
“It is not?” She hugged her knees even tighter, a faint glimmer of hope in her eyes as she peered at me.
“No. I think that, whatever this thing is that happened to us, it happened to all of us. You’re just experiencing it the same as all of us. But you can’t keep being secretive because you’re too embarrassed to admit what’s happened to you, you can’t keep secrets from us, from me, any longer. No matter what, if there’s something that you think we need to know, at least come to me about it and we can decide together.”
“I will not, Michael, I swear that I will not!” She slipped out of the chair and knelt on the floor before me, her face buried in my lap as she clutched my waist. “I am sorry, I am so sorry!” she sobbed, her words muffled by my body. “Just tell me what I can do! I will do anything, please, just tell me!”
I couldn’t help it… The sight of the little girl abasing herself before me, the smell of her female-ness, the feel of her undeveloped, rail-thin body pressed against my legs, her pleas for my forgiveness as she clung to my body aroused me. “Really?” I asked dubiously as I pushed her forehead away from my abdomen and peered into her wide brown eyes. “Are you sure you know what you’re asking?”
“Yes,” she replied without hesitation. “I need to atone for keeping secrets, and… And…” She blushed and looked away, her cheeks reddening as she gnawed on her lower lip in indecision. “And you are my master. At least, I want you to be my master.”
“Does this mean you want to be my slave?” I asked with a half-smile as I placed my fingertip against her jaw and turned her face back to mine.
“If... If that is what you wish, master.” She grabbed my hand and wrapped her lips around my fingers, suckling at my digits as she murmured quietly in pleasure. “I shall be your slave and serve only your desires, master.”
“But what will the others say?” I asked in a firm tone. “Won’t they be jealous when they find out that you are my slave? Won’t they want to be my slaves as well?”
Lam shuddered and blushed deeply. “If they found out that I was so debased, I would be so humiliated!” she said in a quavering voice. She flattened my hand and slid my palm down her throat, past her sharp collarbone and across her chest, pressing my palm into her tiny, stiff nipple. “But if my master so desires it, then I shall live with the shame. I shall exist only to please my master!”
“Hmm.” I feigned the vaguest of interest, an attitude that was patently betrayed by the fact that my cock was at full staff and tenting the front of my jeans. “I’m going to have to think about this for a bit. It is a big responsibility, after all.” I gave her nipple a nice, firm tweak, an act that elicited a gasp of aroused pleasure/pain from the little girl, and then sat back in my chair.
To her credit, Lam got my implied message quickly. “I will do anything to please you, master,” she murmured. She grasped the hem of her tee-shirt and smoothly pulled it off her body in a single motion, tossing the filthy, stained top to one side as she flipped her jet-black hair back over her shoulders. Though I had seen her fully nude many times over the past week, the sight of the little Asian girl kneeling topless before me, blushing furiously and casting her eyes down in a submissive manner, brought my cock to full attention in record time. She wriggled forward on the cool, worn linoleum floor between my feet, her tiny hands fluttering up to my waist. “Would my mouth please you, master?” she almost intoned in a sexy, husky little-girl voice as she unzipped my jeans and took my raging erection in her warm palms.
“Yes,” I murmured, my single word turning into a hiss at the end as she leaned forward and swirled her tongue around the head of my cock without hesitation. “Whoof, it looks like somebody’s been hiding some skills as well,” I added as she suckled the tip of my shaft while simultaneously providing a double-handed pump to my length.
Lam grinned as she pulled her suctioning lips off my prick with a soft pop. “Actually, Rachel has been giving me lessons,” she said with a twinkle in her eye. “All so that I may please you properly, master.” Her eyes fluttered half-shut as she returned to her oral ministrations with a soft murmur of pleasure. I stroked her smooth, slick hair as she opened her jaw as wide as she could and managed to pop the entire head of my cock between her stretched lips, lapping at the sensitive underside with her tongue as her hands increased their tempo.
The small, shadowy room was filled with the sounds of my rasping breaths, her wet slurps, her tiny moans of passion, and the pounding of my pulse. She squirmed a little bit as she spread her knees and dropped on hand between her legs to stroke her tiny pussy through the fabric of her shorts as her remaining hand became a blur as she worked my cock. I felt the pressure building inside of my balls, and I laced my fingers through her hair as I tightened my grip on the jailbait-esque nymphomaniac sucking me off. “Jesus, slave,” I growled. “You’re going a long way to get back into my good graces. I’m gonna pop any second!”
I half-expected her to pause, to pull her mouth away from my cock, but to my astonishment Lam instead snuggled in closer, pushed the tip of my cock into the back of her warm, wet throat, and did her damnedest to get me off. She paused in her self-abuse for a heartbeat to flip her hair away from her face and locked her wide-eyed, innocent brown gaze with my blue, and the sheer level of trust and adoration was all it took, and with almost a snarl I exploded, sending jet after jet of hot, sticky seed straight into her mouth. I clasped her head and held her firmly in place as I came, my head reeling and tiny black dots dancing in my vision as I relieved the contents of my balls inside the tiny Asian girl.
Slowly I sank back in the chair, my chest heaving as I fought to catch my breath, my eyes locked on Lam’s as she held my cock in her mouth and pleasured herself. She mumbled a question around the fleshy gag between her lips, and a smiled a half-smile of contentment as I guessed as to the content of her inquiry. “Not yet, slave,” I said, my cruel command leavened by the twinkle in my eye and the soft, loving stroke of my palm against her scalp. “You can cum when I say so.”
Lam pulled her face back a few inches, letting my spent member slip from her mouth as she dropped her other hand between her legs. “Pweaf, mafster,” she whimpered, her words slurred as she tried to keep as much of my jism in her mouth as possible without spilling or swallowing. “Pweaf, I am sho shorry…” Her nostrils flared as she furiously stroked her pre-teen slit, pressing her stiff fingers against the fabric of her shorts almost as if to tear her way through to her hairless cunt. Her head and shoulders jerked as she fought to keep from swallowing, and a pearly-white dollop of my spunk leaked from the corner of her mouth and dribbled down her jaw. “Pweaf…”
I felt magnanimous in my post-orgasm contentment, and I leaned forward, placed my fingertips against her chin, and lifted her face to mine. “Okay, I think you’ve suffered enough,” I said. “You may now cum.”
My words were almost electric… With a violence that surprised me, Lam jerked once, twice, three times, her whimpering moans echoing from deep in her throat as her eyes rolled into the back of her head and she came. At the same time she swallowed, sending my gift down into her stomach as she threw her mouth open in a silent shriek of pure pleasure. Her entire body almost twisted upon itself and she rolled backwards, her knees curling up to her bare chest and her back arching as she trembled at my feet. I could do nothing but gently stroke her bare shin as she shuddered through her orgasm, riding the cresting wave of her sexual release with a wild abandon.
Slowly her lust ebbed, and she lay curled on the floor as I smiled down upon her. “Did… Did I do well, master?” she asked in a breathy voice. “Am I forgiven?”
“Of course you are, sweetheart,” I replied. I reached down, took her hand, and pulled her back into a sitting position. “Just… In the future, don’t keep secrets! If there’s even a chance that it might be important, tell me, or tell someone.”
“I will, I promise!” For a moment she looked as if she were about to burst into tears, and then with a sobbing gasp she buried her face into my lap, rubbing her sweat- and tear-soaked cheek against my wilting prick. “I am so sorry, chủ nhân tôi rồng, I swear that I will never anger you again! I swear…”
“Hey!” I lifted her face once more and looked deeply into her eyes. “Enough apologies. I forgive you, so don’t worry about it anymore.” I kissed the top of her forehead, drinking in her sweet girly scent, and squeezed her bare shoulder. “Now, we should probably get back out to the others, they’re probably wondering what’s going on in here…”
“Yes, master.”
“Oh, and Lam?” I added as I tucked my cock back into my jeans.
The tiny girl paused in pushing her arms into the sleeves of her tee-shirt to fix me with a curious gaze. “Yes, master?”
“You might want to reserve that whole ‘master’ thing for when we’re alone, unless you want to face some tough questions from the others.”
“I…” Lam paused and thought about my suggestion for a moment, and actually blushed as she realized the implications. “I think that that is an excellent suggestion, ma… Michael.”
We made ourselves presentable once more, left the office, and made our way back through the kitchen. The tiny Asian girl kept glued to my side, her face almost glowing in post-orgasmic bliss as she clung to my forearm and snuggled against my hip. “Lam, something you said back there,” I said lightly as I negotiated the footing around the cold, dark stoves. “It sounded like choo-nan-toy-wrong, or something like that. “What does that mean?”
She didn’t answer immediately, and I turned my flashlight on her to find her blushing deeply. “Michael, it means…” she stammered. She cast her eyes down at my feet, blushed even more furiously, and looked embarrassed. “I guess that the nearest translation would be, ‘my dragon master.’ I just... I mean, what we did…”
As she made her admission she looked more and more embarrassed, more humiliated, and I decided to have mercy upon her. “That’s okay,” I chuckled. I raised her face to mine and gave her a quick peck on the lips, a kiss that I was forced to break off and stop as she tried to wrap her arms around my neck and turn it into something a lot deeper and much more primal. “You don’t have to say anything more. Although, I do think that that is another one of those things we’ll want to keep for private times. After all, I can think of a few people who would have a field day with that.” I patted her flat backside and smiled a wicked little smile. “That is, unless you want to be humiliated in public like that…”
“No, that is okay,” she quickly replied. She squirmed for a moment, and then wrapped her arms around my waist and buried her face in my chest. “Not yet,” she added. “Thank you, Michael, for forgiving me. I… I…”
It was clear she wanted to say more but was having trouble getting the words out, so I merely returned her hug and patted her back. “Take your time,” I said. I broke the embrace, took her by the hand, and continued on. “Let’s go get some sleep.”
Out in the dining area the rest of the girls were dead to the world. Rachel and Lillian were curled up in one of the booths, while Abigail had made something of a nest on the floor at their feet. Meg lolled in another booth, half-awake as she slumped against the worn vinyl seat. “Everything okay?” she said sleepily as Lam and I emerged from the darkness.
“Everything’s just fine,” I replied. I stifled a yawn, and then noticed that both Lam and Meg didn’t even bother to stifle theirs. “Although I feel like I could sleep for a million years.”
“Me too.” The tiny redhead slid down in her seat and curled up in a ball. “I think we’re alone here, and safe. Let’s deal with everything else tomorrow.”
“Sounds like a plan.” I took a few minutes to make a nest of my own on the floor, sort-of halfway between Rachel/Lillian/Abigail and Meg, and curled up. Lam immediately snuggled in as well, wriggling her slim ass against my pelvis as she pressed her body against mine. I flicked off the flashlight and the restaurant was plunged into darkness.
For a briefest of moments I thought that I would be too wired to sleep. I was wrong.
The next morning started early. I awakened to find not one, not two, but three horny little girls snuggling up against me, and my already rock-hard cock told me that it was once more time to do my duty. To my surprise it wasn’t the ever-horny Rachel or my new ‘slave’ Lam who insisted upon receiving my gift first, but rather the President of the United States. I cracked open my eyes to discover a tall, willowy Latina laying nude atop my body, her rock-hard nipples pressing into my chest and her bare, hairless pussy grinding against my erection as she nuzzled the hollow of my throat. “Urumph,” I grunted as I smacked my lips. “G’morning.”
“Mmm, good morning, Mike.” She graced me with another kiss, this time on the lips, and grinned a lopsided grin. “Rachel has mentioned that heroes need to be rewarded, and you were certainly heroic last night. Care to take your prize?”
“What about you two?” I sleepily asked a grinning Rachel and happy-looking Lam. Both had somehow lost all of their clothing while I slept, and pressed against my sides as Lilly ground herself against me.
“Oh, don’t worry, Mikey,” Rachel said.
“We are going to join you two,” Lam added.
Within seconds we had sorted ourselves out, and I availed myself of Lillian’s talents as I thrust into her tight, little-girl pussy with an almost animalistic fervor, Lam straddled her face and took advantage of her talented tongue, and Rachel encouraged my efforts while rubbing her pre-teen cunt. “That’s it, Mikey,” she whispered as she stroked my sweat-slicked back with one hand while pushing two of her own fingers against her rock-hard clit, “fuck her! Make that little bitch take it all!”
I growled as I looked into Lam’s face. The girl’s eyes were screwed tightly shut and her mouth hung agape, tiny little grunts and moans of pleasure issuing from between her succulent lips as she rolled her hips over the President’s face and lost herself in the squirming pink tongue inside of her. The sight of the Asian girl lewdly pleasuring herself on the helpless Latina beneath her spiked my lust, and I thrust deeper and harder into my target of the morning. Lillian’s wails of agonized pleasure were muffled by the doctor’s quim, but I could tell that she was close – and as I dropped my hand down to her flat chest, took one hard, sensitive nipple between thumb and forefinger, and cruelly twisted, her entire body tensed beneath me and her pussy clamped down around my cock. Beside me I heard Rachel grunt and felt her tense, and with a snarl of pure pleasure I emptied the contents of my balls deep inside the Leader of the Free World.
I could tell that just as much fun was being had on the other side of the dining room. In ‘Lesbian Territory,’ Meg and Abigail tried to outdo our quartet in terms of sheer volume and sexual encouragement. “Ooo, fuck yeah,” I heard Abigail’s hot, breathy moan echo throughout the abandoned restaurant, “that’s it! Finger my asshole, you little dyke!”
“Jesus,” Lillian panted as Lam slipped off her face and I lay atop her trembling, twitching body. “That girl is certainly loud!”
“And quite crude,” Lam added. She leaned down and graced Lillian with a deep, passionate kiss as she idly stroked her freshly-eaten slit, her entire tiny frame shuddering with an aftershock of sexual pleasure.
“Well, she knows what she wants,” chimed in Rachel, her voice husky from her own orgasm. She kissed my cheek and lay down beside Lillian, idly running her fingers along the girl’s sweat-slicked body as she snuggled close. “And evidently, what she wants are stiff things tearing open her butt.”
“Hey,” I said in response, “don’t knock it ‘til you’ve tried it.” I graced each one with a kiss, deeply passionate lip-locks in which our tongues fenced with each other’s, and then pushed myself up and tried to peer over the booths – a movement that actually thrust me fully into Lillian’s spunk-soaked pussy and caused the girl to gasp in pleasure as the tip of my cock pressed firmly against her sperm-soaked, hyper-sensitive cervix. My view was blocked by booths and columns, but I did catch a flash of platinum-blonde hair and one tiny, delicate foot held high into the air.
“No thanks,” Rachel said in reply as her nose crinkled up in disgust. “I’m more than willing to take you in my cunny or mouth, Mikey, but I think you’re way too big to fit back there!”
“He is not,” Lam replied. “I would be willing to do it, if Michael so desired.”
The effect was almost electric. As I pulled out of Lillian with a wet slurping sound, both she and Rachel sat up and peered at the tiny Asian girl in shock. “You… you are?” Lillian asked in shock.
“No fucking way,” Rachel said, her green eyes even wider than Lillian’s. “You’re smaller than me! How the fuck…”
“If that is what Michael wishes, then I shall submit to whatever he desires,” Lam repeated in a determined voice.
“Uhm, let’s not go sharing secrets,” I advised as a sudden image of a five-way jealous girly catfight flashed through my mind – followed almost immediately by an image of Lam publically admitting the new level to which our relationship had risen. “I really don’t think that’s all that great an idea, right now.”
The trio of freshly-fucked lovelies looked at me as if I were stupid. “Wow,” Rachel remarked, “you obviously don’t know how girlfriends work.”
“Yeah,” Lillian agreed. “We tell each other everything!”
“Am… Am I a girlfriend?” asked the still nervous Lam.
“Of course you are, silly!” Rachel replied with a smile.
“As long as you don’t keep any more secrets from us,” qualified Lillian in an authoritarian tone.
Lam looked as if she was ready to burst into tears, and she enveloped both girls in a wide hug. “I am sorry, I am so sorry!” she blubbered, her words muffled as she buried her face in Lillian’s shoulder. “I will never keep secrets from you again!”
“It’s okay, Lammy,” Rachel replied softly. She glanced at me, and her eyes took on a wicked glint. “Now, how about telling us all about how you want Mikey in your butt!” she added salaciously.
“Yeah!” Lillian looked just as devious. “I want to hear how you think something so big can go into someone so small!”
“Uh, girls,” I interjected, alarmed at this sudden turn of events.
“You, go away,” Lillian said with an imperious wave of her hand, her commanding order alleviated with the amusement in her eyes and the small smile on her face. “Your President commands it!”
Resigned to being reduced to a third wheel (fourth wheel?), I stood, stretched, and slid across the industrial carpeting to the hostess station as the trio fell into their whisper- and giggle-fest behind me. I peered through the windows and out into the parking lot, my eyes flicking from vehicle to vehicle in search of… Well, I didn’t have anything really specific. Having done my boyfriend-esque duty for the girls, I was now at a loss of what to do next.
“Whoa, look out,” a feminine falsetto dripping with southern twang remarked, “cock ahoy!”
I glanced over my shoulder at Meg as she padded her way over to the station, her arm draped over a satisfied-looking Abigail. The tiny redhead and coltish blonde held matching freshly-fucked looks on their faces, and their hair were matted tangles of crimson and gleaming-platinum snarls. One corner of Meg’s mouth was curled up in a snaggletooth grin as she glanced up and down my nude body. “Watch where you point that thing, soldier, and make sure the safety’s on.”
I grinned as I returned the favor and availed myself of Meg’s nude body. Though I had caught glimpses of bits-and-pieces of the Marine during our respective interludes in the Hummer, this was the first time she stood bare-butt naked before me, and I did have to admit that she looked fine – and way too young for the thoughts flitting through my brain. Her body was pale, looking almost bone-white in the early morning light filtering in through the windows, except for a spray of pale freckles showering her chest and shoulders just above a set of tiny nipples that seemed to point accusingly in my direction. Abigail’s body was just as slim, just as underdeveloped, just as little-girlish in its lack of features – although her stiff nipples were two shades lighter than the Colonel’s. Glancing down, my eyes raked over their smooth, hairless mons to the abrupt slits peeking out from between their slim thighs. “G’morning, ladies,” I said easily as I wrenched my gaze back up to a spot generally around their faces. “Sleep well?”
“Just fine,” Meg replied. She graced Abigail with a kiss, and then slapped the blonde girl on her ass. “Go over and see what the others are doing,” she ordered gently. “The grown-ups have to talk.”
“Fuck you.” Abigail’s rejoinder was tempered with an easy laugh, and Meg jumped as the saucy blonde pinched her ass before stepping away. “Mike,” she said with a grin and a tiny nod as she stepped past, her eyes focused on my flagging erection and her smile containing a wealth of nasty promises. She gave a little wriggle to her ass as she moved past the hostess station into the other section to join the rest of the giggling, whispering gaggle of girls.
“Wow,” I said quietly as I stared after the wicked blonde. “Is she as nasty as she pretends to be?”
“Nastier.” Meg took up a position on the wait-bench opposite the stand, sprawling easily on the cushion in a manner that concealed nothing. Her slightly parted legs gave me a direct view of her slick, slightly swollen pussy, and I once again had to wrench my gaze back up to her face. “If she’s anything like what she was like today when playing with boys, yer in for a very wild ride,” she added with a small laugh.
“Thanks for the warning.” There came a gasp from the other room, and a rolling peal of giggles from the gaggle of girls as somebody revealed something nasty to the others. “This could become very complicated, very quickly,” I added as my eyes flicked in their general direction.
“Eh, I don’t think it’s gonna be as big a problem as you think it’s gonna be.” Meg scratched her ribs, ran her fingers through her hair, and sat up. “The girls seem to be doing a good enough job of coordinating things on their own, and as long as you make sure to spend roughly equal amounts of time with each I don’t think jealousy will be an issue.”
“I hope it won’t.” We were both silent for a second, lost in our own thoughts, as the girls entertained themselves. “We’re going to have to talk about what we don’t want to talk about,” I finally said.
“Yeah, I know.” Meg sighed and half-turned, propped her forearm on the ledge behind her and peered out at the parking lot. “Where the fuck are we going?”
“I have no idea.” I pushed off the stand and joined the redhead on the bench, mirroring her pose as I too peered out at the early-morning landscape. “We can’t just keep wandering around, running from one abandoned restaurant to another. That’ll get real old, real quick.”
Meg snorted. “Yeah, but that’s not our biggest fuckin’ problem.” She paused for a second, and when I glanced at her I noticed her counting under her breath. “The Hummer’s a gas-hog. We were running on fumes when we crashed the White House, and we’ve burned about half a tank getting out of the city. I can siphon some gas from the heaps out there, and there’s plenty more scattered around, but…”
“But we can’t keep doing that,” I finished. I turned and sat back down on the bench. “Eventually, someday, all that gas is just going to dry up, leaving us on foot. And the more we drive, the greater the chance that we’ll run into more Feral.”
“Yeah.” Meg’s nose crinkled in annoyance as she too turned. “We gotta start planning something, something long-term. I don’t think that this thing’ll blow over anytime soon.”
“I agree.” I thought for a second as I ran through a rough inventory in my head. “We need a secure place, something with high walls that will prevent the Feral from getting to us.”
“And it has to be large enough for all of us to stay comfortably,” the redhead added. “And have enough room to stockpile supplies. In six months it’ll be winter.”
“Fuck, I wasn’t even thinking about food,” I replied with a grimace. “We can probably scavenge enough to last a year or two, but after that…”
“Which means we need enough land inside the walls that we can grow crops on,” Meg concluded. “Do you know how to farm?”
“No. Do you?”
“A little bit. Nothing major. And we need a water supply. And I’ll bet a bunch of other stuff that we aren’t even thinking about right now.”
“Fuck.” My mind was distant as I thought about long-term survival, and all the various and sundry problems that came with just basic living. “Do you think either Abigail or the President could help?” I asked suddenly. “Maybe they know of some bases, or secret installations, or something like that.”
“Doubt it.” Meg fell silent as she too ran through the problem in her head. I placed my arm around her shoulders as I stared off into space, my gaze a million miles away, and she snuggled into my side as she idly stroked my belly.
…And suddenly I became hyper-aware of her nearness, her femaleness, and I felt her stiffen at the exact same time as I. She froze, her fingertips just inches above my stirring cock, and I froze, my fingertips lightly touching her right chest just above her stiffening nipple. “This… just got weird, didn’t it?” I asked.
“Yeah, it did.” Without comment we pulled away from each other and shimmied to opposite ends of the bench. I looked at the hostess stand, the alcove to the kitchen, the far dining room, the archway to the other girls, anywhere but at her. Out of the corner of my eye I noticed her doing the same.
“So, gas,” she said suddenly as she practically leapt from the bench. “Let’s go get dressed, and we’ll kick the others into motion. Can’t sit around here all day!”
“Right!” I too leapt from the bench. “You can stand guard while I siphon.”
“Sounds good. N’kay, see you back here in a few.” Without another word she scrabbled back into ‘Lesbian Territory’ to retrieve her gear, her slim, pre-teen ass wriggling as she moved, while I willed the stirring in my loins to go away as I moved towards the archway to my former love-nest.
What the fuck… I should have been shocked, but honestly, after all the stresses of the past few days I was just to numb to care. She’s gay YOU CAN’T don’t even FUCKING THINK about it… A mantra of self-control ran through my head as I tried to convince myself that it was a fluke, that it was nothing, that there was no possible way that Meg and I could ever get together.
“Ooo,” Rachel cooed as I stepped into the ‘hetero’ dining area, “looks like somebody might be ready for round two!” She and the other three giggled as they gazed at my groin, and I became aware of the semi I sported. I glowered and growled, and to their obvious whining annoyance got them moving in the direction of getting ready to leave.
Meg and I didn’t even look at each other when we made ready to work on the ‘gas problem,’ and we certainly didn’t talk about our weird moment. Still, we managed to get the job done, and an hour later, we were back on the road.
“And that is all I know,” Lam said. She paused for a moment, and then added more in a rush, the words tumbling out of her mouth in a rapid-fire, almost desperate qualification. “At least, that is what I suspect. I do not know for sure, and cannot know, until I conduct more studies.”
It was mid-morning, and we were… Well, to be honest I had no idea where we were. After hopping on the road we just drove, heading vaguely north on the abandoned highway as we tried to get as far away from Washington as possible. Things had been going well initially – there were no Feral to speak of except for one lone, solitary figure swaying on top of a distant hill, and the weather was a warm, perfect sunny day. All in all, it was a nice day for a drive and the perfect balm after the chaos of the previous night.
After about two hours we saw signs of urban development and signs indicating that we were rapidly approaching Frederick, Maryland, and after a brief discussion decided that it would be far more prudent to avoid cities for the time being. We cut left, picked up Interstate 70, and continued on… and then, after only about two slow miles slaloming in and out of abandoned autos and overturned trucks, we topped a rise and looked out over a sea of abandoned, wrecked cars that seemed to stretch as far as we could see.
“Holy fuck,” Meg said.
“How the hell…” Lillian added. “What happened here?”
“I don’t know,” I said grimly. I turned the wheel, carefully maneuvered the Hummer down an embankment, and pulled onto a side street which, even though it was far more narrow than the interstate, seemed to sport far less knots of traffic. “I don’t think we can continue on down that thing. Maybe we can pick it up again a few miles down the road.”
That proved to be a pipe dream, as the twisting, turning country road led us further away from civilization and we quickly found ourselves lost. Meg started winnowing her way through our maps while arguing with me as to which intersection was which, while Lam quietly started to update everyone on what she had uncovered in regards to our transformations. Lam finally admitted her suspicions to the girls, telling them about the shifting sexualized nature of the Event.
Everyone was silent, lost in their own thoughts, and I caught glimpses of shocked, frightened faces in the rear view mirror. “So…” Abigail finally said. “We’re… Now we…”
“Are we sluts now?” Rachel blurted.
Lam winced. “No, I would not say that,” she said. “I think… I think that we are more… open, in terms of our desires. At least, we are now more willing to admit them to ourselves.”
“What do you mean, ‘open?’” Meg asked suspiciously, her brow furrowed as she took in the implications of this new revelation.
“I mean that… Well…” Lam took a deep breath, steeled herself, and spoke quickly as if trying to get through a difficult topic. “Studies before this Event… Psychological studies, I am referring to… They indicated that, at least among women, there are deep-seated social and mental frameworks that link sexual desire and the deep subconscious. I read dozens of papers that all seemed to refer to our ‘unconscious desires’ when it came to sexual satisfaction. For women, arousal was thought to be more of a mental affair, opposite that of males, which was primarily visual and tactile.”
She took another breath. “What I am trying to say is that, whatever our deepest desires, this transformation that we have undergone has… it ‘rewired’ our brains to bring forth these desires, bring them further to the surface. It will take constant monitoring of our actions not to ‘slide’ into these desires.”
“I don’t believe it,” Lillian replied, perhaps a bit to emphatically. “I can’t believe that some sort of ‘magical thingy’ can actually make us…” She trailed off and blushed deeply, looking away from the others – and especially me. “There’s nothing that can make me want to…”
“Make us want to get our dirty-girl freak on?” Meg suggested.
“Inelegantly said, but essentially correct,” Lam stated. “Whatever our deepest, darkest sexual fantasies, we will endeavor to make them come true. And we will revel in our… depravity, and wish to recreate it as often as possible.”
“You mean that…” Rachel blurted before pausing for a second, letting the wheels in her mind turn briefly, and choosing her words carefully. “Are you saying that, if – just as an example – if we for some reason fantasize about… Uhm, let’s say someone dreams about being tied up, or being forced to do something that they really don’t want to do. Does this change mean that they will try to make it happen?”
“Oh, real subtle,” Abigail sneered.
“Fuck you!” Rachel snapped.
“Yes, Rachel, it does,” Lam replied.
Meg and I exchanged a look, and I glanced in the mirror to see Rachel blushing furiously as she twisted her hands in her lap. “Is it permanent?” I asked. “Any way to stop it?”
“I do not know.” Lam sighed and slumped against the door. “But I do believe that it is just one aspect of our transformations.”
“Just one?” Lillian looked a touch sick as the thought of further news sank into her mind. “What else is there?”
“I cannot know for sure, not until I have had more time to study this phenomenon. But I do believe that… somehow… we are being ‘reprogrammed.’ I do not know, nor can I even theorize, what the end result of this reprogramming will be. All I can say right now is that it has not yet run its course.”
“What about Mike?” Abigail asked. “Is he being reprogrammed too?”
“Ah, Michael,” Lam said in an academic tone of voice that was more confident of her somewhat halting admission, and suddenly I felt five sets of eyes burning into the back of my skull. “Michael is undergoing a transformation as well, although I cannot even begin to theorize about his transformation. I believe, however, that there are two facts about his new nature that I feel safe expressing at this point. But please bear in mind that I cannot as yet be definitive.”
“Enough hedging, Doc,” Meg snapped impatiently. “Spill!”
“Yeah, is something bad going to happen to Mikey?” Rachel asked, a plaintive, terrified tone undercutting her words.
“No, I do not believe that it is bad. But the two facts about him are these.” She sat up straight, held up her hand, and raised her index finger. “First, that even though Michael shares some traits with the Feral, his transformation was interrupted for some reason. He had the potential to become Feral, but something stopped his change in mid-transformation.”
“Is he a threat?” Meg asked quickly. “Or will he become a threat?”
Yeah, Lam, am I a threat? I added silently as my grip tightened on the wheel.
“No, I do not believe he is a threat. And even if he were, there is little we could do about it.”
“Why?”
“Because,” the tiny Asian girl said as she raised a second finger, “now we are all, in some way, ‘linked’ to Michael. I do not believe we could leave his side, even if we so desired.”
The cab of the Hummer exploded as everyone tried to talk at once. Meg began insisting that she was beholden to no man, while Rachel burst into tears. Lillian and Lam began arguing over what ‘link’ actually meant, while Abigail kept chanting “No, no, no,” over and over while she clasped her hands over her mouth. And I just gaped as I slowed the Hummer and pulled over to the side. “Quiet,” I said as I parked beside a ditch, glancing around to see if there were any threats before moving the gearshift. “Quiet!” I shouted. The cab of the Hummer was instantly plunged into silence, quiet except for the sounds of heavy breathing and Rachel’s snuffling sobs.
“You see,” Lam said quietly as she looked me in the eye. “We are linked. To you, Michael. Your mere presence reassures us. Think about it… After everything we experienced over the past twenty-four hours, why have none of us broken down? Or simply given up?” She leaned forward and placed a tiny hand on my forearm. “We just saw dozens of people brutally murdered, and we were forced to flee. We were attacked, and were forced to kill in order to survive. And yet nobody… none of us… have broken down. We may be nervous, and we may be frightened, but we are somehow still mentally stable, still able to function. I believe that it is because of you, Michael.” She patted my arm, looked deeply into my eyes, and sat back. “Michael is stabilizing us,” she said to the girls. “I believe that we need to stay near him, otherwise…”
I gaped at her, and glanced at the others. Every girl eyed me with suspicion, including Rachel – and I have to admit that I was suspicious of myself. “I…” I realized that there was nothing I could say after such a bombshell, and turned back to the steering wheel. “Let’s keep moving,” I said simply as I put the Hummer back into gear and pulled away from the side of the road.
