Dystopian Girls 5

by Rodzil LaBraun

  A moment later my second wife replied, "Yes, Alexa. What's up?"

  "Are you busy right now? Mason has an issue that needs resolved. It's semi-urgent," Alexa spoke into the device.

  "It's not urgent at all," I added, but it was too late. She had already released the talk button, grinning at me as she showed her retracted finger.

  "Sure, I'll be right there," Riley said. "Are you at the house? I'm close by if you are."

  "Yes," Alexa answered, raising her non-phone hand to my mouth to prevent me from speaking while the microphone was active. The soft skin of her fingers brushed against my lips. I was tempted to slide my tongue between them, simulating the attention that I often gave her between those slim legs. But I didn’t. "Thanks. See you soon."

  "Is this," Riley voice came through the speaker more tentatively. "Is this sexual in nature?" she asked.

  "No, not this time," Alexa answered with a schoolgirl giggle.

  We barely had time to share a look between us before the front door opened and Riley walked in. Her long skinny legs made huge strides like she had somewhere important to be, due to Alexa's misleading information.

  "I'm here," Riley announced as she sprinted for a seat by me, opposite of my other wife. I leaned back so I could see them both at the same time. "How can I help?"

  "Mason is feeling restless," Alexa told her. "He needs more to do that keeps him involved with the community. Walking around and giving out hugs is not enough for him. But he doesn't want to step on anyone's toes, either. You know how he is."

  "It's not that important..." I started.

  "It's important to me," Riley replied sternly. "And this shouldn't be too hard to figure out since everyone wants to make you happy anyway. What kind of things would you like to do more?"

  "I don't know," I answered. "Physical stuff. Menial tasks. Maybe help with guard duty, patrols and expeditions. Interrogating new captives or recruits..."

  "Well that one should've been your job anyway," Riley told me straight. "That was your fault for letting Jada take it from you. She only did it because you let her. I'm sure she thought that she was doing the right thing."

  "Well, she is head of security," I defended myself.

  "And you are head of the whole colony," Riley retorted. "Interrogation is important. But that is an easy fix. We'll just tell Jada when she gets here. Perhaps the two of you together could grill the new people."

  "Yeah, that works," I answered. I don't know why I hadn't thought of that before. Bianka could even join us if she wanted, as long as our current personal problem didn't get in the way.

  "The other stuff is easy, too, Mason," Riley said. "Say what you want to do, and we'll make it happen. I can put you on the schedule, if you like. Then people know to expect you. That should eliminate most of the disturbance that you cause by joining the workforce. I know how the girls get when you show up. Honestly, as the leader, you have a right to pop up whenever you want. All these people respect you, Mason."

  "Maybe it would be better that way," Alexa said. "Just let everyone know that Mason will be doing inspections and ride-alongs or work-besides. Whatever it is called. He can work shoulder to shoulder with different people each day. Any problems that he sees he can cover with whoever's squad it is. His natural leadership qualities will boost morale. I'm sure having him along on patrol or search parties would actually make the girls feel more secure. We just have to communicate what is happening."

  "Since you are too much of a pussy to tell them yourself," Riley then said to me with a stoic expression.

  "Excuse me?" I asked in shock. However, Alexa laughed right away knowing that it was meant as a joke. Riley just flashed me that signature flat smile that said everything to me. She was joking for the most part. But she believed that I was kind of being a little pouty bitch and shouldn't need anyone's help to resolve this issue.

  She was right. I was embarrassed. But if I had to be embarrassed, there was no two better people to witness it than those present.

  Jada and Bianka soon arrived after that prepared to share with us information collected from the captured Major of the Coalition. When they warned us that it was quite extensive Riley interjected. She boldly announced the changes that we had discussed. Neither of the two new arrivals took any issue with it. In fact, they were quite willing to coordinate with Riley to get me quality time with each unit. My presence was not only welcome among their squads, my assistance in the workload would be much appreciated.

  Since Major Sutherly was an officer she had a significant amount of data regarding the Coalition. But even more surprising was the details she had about the rest of the world. Ever since the initial devastation caused by the multi-pandemic, I knew absolutely nothing about the condition of society outside my bubble of exploration. Did all governments fall? Was the tiny survival rate consistent all over the planet? Were healthy males as rare elsewhere? Were they all reaping the benefits of a female populated society like me?

  All of those questions were answered and more.

  First of all, the survival rate was just as low elsewhere. Some places were even worse. There were entire countries where it was unknown if anyone survived. Rural United States was a complete mystery due to the lack of communication abilities. Major cities varied surprisingly as well.

  New York City was controlled completely by gangs, as was Chicago and Detroit. Philadelphia, Pittsburgh and Wilmington, Delaware were mostly governed by military factions, but none were united. Richmond, Virginia had gone completely dark, meaning no one had any news from that city in months.

  It was rumored that Dallas had become the hub of a new government that was taking over the southwest. Seattle was doing the same for the Northwest. Toronto and Montreal, Canada had two strong entities that were constantly battling for rule of the great white north.

  The absolutely most surprising news was that mutants did not exist everywhere. In fact, the Washington DC and the Baltimore region was the only area on the east coast with confirmed cases of superpowers. The closest known major city with our kind surviving was Kansas City. Word had come recently that a mutant faction had gained full control of the urban area there and was setting up their own government with bold expansion plans.

  As far as the New World Coalition goes, they weren't doing all that well. Some factions revolted against the unified rule and set off a war that killed thousands. The local chapter that we had been dealing with took casualties as well, but they were better off than most. That was until the other two clans on their perimeter decided to take advantage of the situation.

  The Arundel Mills Mall Gang fell back to the massive building once they realized that they were decisively outgunned. But the militia wasn't satisfied. They called for reinforcements and stormed the massive building. Major Emma suspected that the gang had been defeated from the chatter that she had received.

  The war against the other mutant faction in Greenbelt was still going on. Both sides had big victories and losses, heavily dependent on how the individual superpowers were deployed. Last report was that the tug-of-war was evenly matched and could drag on for a while. However, that was when the Major lost contact with her superior.

  Of the five captured soldiers only two could be considered military caliber. The Major, of course, but even she hadn't been recruited until after the world went belly up. Then there was a Hispanic woman named Gabriela that did a two-year stint in the Army when she was young. Now in her forties with all her family gone she took naturally to military service. Two of the other three were recent recruits from everyday survivors. The last one, a girl named Jessie, was a reborn. The Coalition called them rehabilitated, though. She was once a skank but was fully healed just like Jamila.

  The four-person squad that hunted down Judah and his friends were a rogue unit that did not know how to respond to the lack of communication from their superiors. Emma was sure that the attack on our colony by them was not sanctioned by the Coalition. She did not expect their deaths to be avenged, ei
ther.

  I was never a big fan of holding prisoners. Either they wanted to join us, or I'd set them free. However, with the precarious state of affairs locally, I was hesitant to send fighters back to the opposing side. Fortunately, according to Jada and Bianka, that would not be needed.

  All five militia members wanted to join the Mason train. I would have to interview them myself individually with Alexa present to verify their intent, but Jada seemed sure that they were legitimate. Not only that, she suspected that most others that we came across in our searches would likely feel the same. Word had spread regarding to how we did things around here. With most of the Coalition's numbers being the non-military type, joining us was a favorable alternative.

  As if all that information was not enough, Emma Sutherly offered even more. The recent rash of extreme zombies did indeed come from the latest vaccine attempt. However, that batch had a two-fold purpose. The biochemists involved, at the request of the Coalition, engineered a cure to simulate the antibodies of the immune survivors. That was to be expected. What was news was that they sampled the blood of mutants to do it.

  The Coalition was trying to make more people with special abilities. An army of them. Only it backfired and created the zombies instead, an extreme version of the diseased people that we called skanks and skunks.

  CHAPTER EIGHT:

  Things were winding down for the evening and many of the residents of the house were getting ready for sleep. The schedule had Riley and Stella lined up for my bed that night. They were a great unselfish duo. I began thinking about how the night might go when Camilla sauntered sensually into the living room and sat down close beside me. She had a half full bottle of whiskey in one hand and two short glasses in the other. Her intentions were clear. If she would not be permitted to use her special gift to seduce me, she would have to resort to more conventional methods.

  "Hello, dear," she said as she leaned forward. Perhaps she was thinking of going in for a kiss. Or maybe gauging my response to her proximity. Either way, it was clear that she had seduction firmly on her mind and I would need to keep my wits about me.

  She was still wearing the sexy lace blue dress that she had on earlier in the day. It was cut low to reveal her substantial cleavage. I could see glitter on her bronze skinned breasts as her subtle perfume made its way into my nostrils to soothe my brain. Beefy arms and legs hung free of the thin material but moved alluringly slow to appear more pleasing.

  Riley was already in bed asleep. She had asked that I wake her up when I was ready for some attention. Stella was still getting herself cleaned up in the upper level bathroom where she kept her personal items. I was waiting for her before going to bed with the intention of giving her some one-on-one time before joining Riley. That inadvertently gave Camilla an opportunity.

  "You have had a long day," Camilla said to me, working her full lips in an attempt to mesmerize me. Somehow, an evil serpent determined to trick me is what came to my mind. "I thought that you might want a drink before going to bed."

  "I see that you have two glasses," I replied, trying my best to play nice. There was no reason to push her away but keeping her at a safe distance was still a good idea. "Aren't you recovering from a gunshot wound?"

  "I can still have a small drink with my favorite man," she answered as she batted her eyelashes at me. She then placed both glasses on the coffee table and poured the whiskey. The glass closest to me was a heavy pour, maybe three ounces. Hers was half that. It looked like she was going for the quick intoxication method before someone could interfere with her scheme.

  I didn't resist when she handed the alcohol to me. It had indeed been a long day. Though physically tired, my mind was still very active with all the new information received from our latest captives. A nice drink would help me relax before bed. If I didn’t know her better, I would have said that it was very thoughtful of her.

  Maybe I wasn’t being fair. Alexa claimed that Camilla had matured tremendously since we first me her. I had seen some signs of it myself. However, nagging in the back of my mind was the thought that maybe she was just getting more effective at her powers of manipulation.

  "What is going on here?" Stella asked as she quietly came down the steps barefoot. She was wearing a sheer blue negligee top and a pair of panties that nearly matched. Ever since that first sexual episode, when I took her virginity, she had taken to dressing very nice for our bedroom visits. Alexa had been instrumental in helping her find sexy night clothes that fit her slender build perfectly.

  "Oh," Camilla was surprised by the young woman's entrance. "Hi Stella," she mumbled as she retreated slightly with her shoulders. But her ass and legs stayed planted against me.

  "Do I need to get Riley?" Stella threatened. She was of course referring to the time when Camilla tried to seduce me using her trance power. Riley's speed burst and immunity enabled her to quickly pry the larger woman from my lap that night, restraining her with a choke hold. The women of my harem still laughed about it occasionally.

  "No!" Camilla blurted out. Then with a little more dignity, she said, "That won't be necessary. We are just talking."

  "And having a night cap," I added as I raised the glass for her to see.

  "Is everything okay?" Stella asked me as she approached hesitantly, watching Camilla like she was a viper that was prepared to strike. Stella wisely left an expanse between us so that the large vixen couldn’t use her power on both of us at the same time. She had witnessed the ability in action more times than I had. She likely knew its limitations well.

  "Yes, I'm fine," I told her as I patted the cushion beside me. "Why don't you join us?"

  "Oh, Mason," Camilla responded with an air about her like a rich southern woman. "Stella looks like she is ready for bed already." Then to my newest wife, she instructed, "Why don't you get some sleep while the grown-ups have an adult beverage, sweetie."

  It was so condescending that I jerked forward. Camilla's attitude had improved tremendously, but some things would never change. Given a golden opportunity, she would revert back to her old self at times. She didn’t even appear to realize what she was doing. That was a concern.

  "I'm ready for Mason," Stella stubbornly replied as she made her way to the couch beside me. "Not for the crib."

  Stella rolled toward me after taking the seat and placed her leg across mine. She couldn't get her arm around my shoulder due to her smaller build, so she reached across to grab my chin instead. I eagerly gave her a sensual kiss on the lips as I watched her eyes. She never stopped looking at Camilla like she was her nemesis.

  "Very nice," Camilla said before gulping down her whiskey. Then she poured another one as I took a heavy sip from my own glass.

  There was obviously some real animosity between these two. When Stella was still incredibly timid, she probably let Camilla walk all over her. Now that things were different, their lopsided relationship had become an issue. Stella was done taking shit from her and was prepared to rub her higher position in the proud woman's face. Despite how sexy my companions were, I wasn't in the mood for this.

  When I opened my mouth to speak, Stella placed one of her fingers on my lips. She apparently didn't want me to break up this fight. It was an opportunity for her, and she was ready to take full advantage of it.

  Stella then rolled on top of me, straddling my lap. Camilla had to pull away slightly to allow room for Stella's knee to slide between us without bruising her. The grown-up schoolgirl then ignored her as she began kissing me, the passion growing as we continued. When Camilla raised her glass to gulp down a second drink, Stella reached out with her dainty hand and grabbed Camilla's thick arm. Then she took the glass from her and drink the shot of whiskey herself. It was all that she could do to keep from coughing afterwards.

  Camilla smirked, prepared to make fun of the younger woman's lack of drinking experience. But Stella recovered and came in for another kiss.

  "I guess I'll just head off to..." Camilla started. She knew that her chance
had passed by. Retreat was the most dignified thing that she could do now. I was glad that she wasn’t going to turn it into a cat fight.

  "No," Stella said, pulling her mouth from mine. "You'll stay and watch."

  I was as shocked as Camilla. And extremely aroused by this new development. What had gotten into Stella? This was a side of her that I had never seen before. And I had to admit that I wanted more of it.

  "I don't think so," Camilla responded angrily as she scooted forward to leave the couch. This time I grabbed her arm to stop her. I was suddenly compelled to assist Stella with her plan. In my mind, this curious turn of events was going to be good for everyone.

  "If you ever want your turn in my bed, Camilla, you'll do as Stella says."

  Camilla teetered on the edge of the sofa as she debated. Stella and I both watched as the voluptuous woman's face went through a range of emotions. Finally, she poured another drink and sat back on the couch, keeping the glass out of Stella's reach.