Dystopian Girls 4

by Rodzil LaBraun

  CHAPTER SEVENTEEN:

  "So, that's how we're going to leave this?" Tamika asked when I stood up to signal the end of the meeting. She was openly dissatisfied.

  "Sure," I replied as both Riley and Jada stood on each side of me. "I'm at a cease fire with the NWTC. I've requested our temporary treaty to umbrella your clan. That gives us time to figure out what we want to do. If you need more security, you can move your people here to be under our protection. That would come with certain restrictions, obviously."

  After a deep breath, Tamika replied, "I'll think about it." Then she and her team were ushered out the gateway. Camilla was as friendly as ever, like the whole thing was a social gathering instead. I knew that she wasn't stupid. She just had her own way of dealing with things. It obviously worked for her. I could probably learn a bit of how to prioritize my stress like her.

  New refugee skanks arriving had become nearly a daily routine. Riley and Jamila had even worked out a protocol for it. News was spreading through the channels of communication for the lower forms of human society. If you want to be a part of something and would like to avoid the military's program for dealing with the infected, go find Mason and his lovely ladies. They'll take you in.

  All four of the other houses in our cul-de-sac had already been cleaned and converted to reborn homes. They were a little overcrowded, but it was a huge improvement in their living conditions. As fully functioning humans they could then care for all of their own needs. Several of them worked together to implement a food program that would help direct use away from our kitchen. Roasting food over a firepit was becoming a regular sight in those backyards.

  The skank tribe shifted to occupying the houses on the other street. Many of the reborn took over Jamila's role as advocates for their well-being. That many people working together to establish a better society made my life so much easier. I was feeling more and more removed from the ground level of our colony. I no longer resisted that adjustment.

  I always hated societies with different classes before. Royalty over common folk. Rich over mid-class over impoverished. But somehow, our situation was different. The women of my household were the new upper class. They were respected, almost revered, throughout our compound. Though it was bound to happen occasionally, I never witnessed them leveraging it against others. All of them were asked to wear the new necklaces with my initial to distinguish them.

  Next were the reborn. Fully recovered women, living normal lives and contributing to civilization. At the bottom were the infected. I would normally call them the less fortunate, but that simply wasn't true. They were truly lucky to be a part of any society due to their diseased bodies and reduced mentality. They were not the downtrodden. Instead, they were the incredibly thankful, no longer living from one meal or confrontation to the next. At least the majority that could comprehend their good fortune were.

  Stella, the animal lover that she was, helped Jada with training classes for the dogs that we were acquiring. Nine canines were jumping through hoops for Jada, so to speak, or perhaps even literally. The challenge would be for Jada to control them in battle while still being one of our best soldiers.

  I called a meeting back at the house. We needed to adjust how we dealt with the infected woman coming to us seeking refuge. It was one of the terms of our agreement with the NWTC that we turn away all skanks not already living within our protected borders. Adhering to that policy was an option. Continuing to accept them, but out of plain view was another possibility.

  Jamila, Riley and Bianka joined me at the dining room table. Though all three of them had been working before I pulled them in, they looked as lovely to me as if they had prepared themselves for a dinner party. Of course, post-civilization standards had dropped considerably.

  "We can't just turn them away," Jamila argued. She was preaching to the choir, though. None of us were against accepting more of the poor women into our program, even to concur with our verbal agreement to do so.

  "No, sweetie," Riley addressed, using fonder terms to address the top-level women lately. It had to be because of her rise in the hierarchy. "That's not what I'm saying. We need to look like we are turning them away. The military scouts aren't stupid. If a skank walks up, but doesn't walk away, they'll know. Throwing a blanket over them while they walk through camp isn't going to do it."

  "I agree," Bianka said. "They need to be directed to another entrance that can't be watched."

  "Can we put a gate in the fence down by the river on the west end?" I asked.

  "That's what I was thinking," Bianka responded. "But if every skank that comes to our front door gets sent around back, it will be too obvious."

  "What about a second gate by the river on the east side?" Riley suggested.

  "That will help," Bianka said. "Maybe for a couple days the scouts will be fooled. But if no one is walking directly away from us, it would end up being a red flag eventually."

  "Some of the skanks won't even be able to follow simple instructions for where to go to get inside," Jamila told us.

  "Yes," Bianka nodded. "Letting those wonder off will make the whole thing work. Can you deal with us letting those in too bad of mental shape walk away?"

  Jamila nodded, deep in thought. "I have to be, for the sake of the rest of the girls. They would be a challenge if we let them in anyway. What can I do to make this work?"

  Bianka and Riley teamed up to mesh out the whole new plan. I was there simply as an observer from that point on. Jamila just needed to be told what to do.

  Dinner was about an hour later than usual due to all the activity during the day. There was much less physical work accomplished on my part than I had hoped, but all the meetings and negotiations had me drained regardless. If there was ever a night where I wouldn't have a problem sleeping alone, that was the night.

  Of course, Alexa wouldn't stand for that. Neither would Riley, or maybe even Stella for that matter. But that didn't mean that I would have to have sex. But somehow, I always managed to have enough energy for making love. I knew that night would be no different. I just didn't know which of the beautiful women of my house would be my bedfellow.

  I left the others to talk among themselves after dinner and went to get cleaned up for the night. When I came out of the master bathroom, Alexa greeted me with a hug and a kiss. Maybe it was her turn again already. As long as that was fine with the others, it was good for me.

  "Don't go to sleep yet, sweetheart," she said softly. "Stella is getting herself clean and ready upstairs. She should be down in a few minutes."

  "Oh, Stella will be sleeping with me tonight?"

  "She'll be doing more than sleeping, Mason."

  "Are we sure that she is ready for this? I mean..." I knew that I could handle sex in my tired state. But breaking in a virgin would be more work, I was told.

  "She's ready," Alexa insisted. "Don't worry. Everything will go well."

  I helped my wife pull down the top of the sheet and adjust the pillows. Then we made small talk until Stella arrived, reviewing some of the events of the day, and the new things that we learned. When my third wife walked silently, as well as timidly, into the room, I was stunned.

  Stella was wearing a skimpy pair of panties. I had never seen her in something so sexy before. The sheer negligee top did little to conceal her nude upper body. She was not wearing a bra. I could clearly make out the puffy nipples on her young breasts. They were more cone-shaped than my other lovers, but still awesome in my eyes.

  "Wow," I said. "You look very nice, Stella."

  "Thank you," she whispered. There was more than just modesty in her voice. She seemed a little scared. Maybe she wasn't ready after all.

  "You really do look lovely, dear," Alexa told her. "Don't be shy. Come over here and take a seat on the bed."

  Stella did as she was told. I took a seat beside her, placing one arm around her shoulders and pulling her to me gently. She responded well, even reaching for my other hand to hold. We had come a long way in
just a few days. She was comfortable with me even though she was nearly naked. Even sitting on my bed had become easy for her.

  Alexa then closed the bedroom door, remaining inside. "Will you be staying?" I asked. When she nodded, I noticed that she was not dressed for bed. There apparently wouldn't be a threesome. I was certain that Stella was nowhere near ready for that, anyway.

  "Are you sure that is a good idea?" I asked, thinking that Stella would prefer not to have her performance judged by another woman.

  "Have you ever had sex with a virgin before, Mason?" Alexa asked, almost condescendingly. When I said that I hadn't she told me, "Then you are going to be thankful that I am here. You both are."

  "Are you okay with this?" I asked Stella.

  She nodded, still looking awfully shy, "I want her here."

  "You see," Alexa said. "Now why don't you two starting kissing and touching each other. Don’t be shy. I'm just going to slip into one of your t-shirts for now."

  Alexa disrobed right in front of us. As beautiful and perfectly shaped as she was, she held Stella's attention more than mine. Even when I coaxed her mouth to my gentle lips, I could still see her glancing to the side at my first wife. I took that as a lack of confidence in her own body, comparing it to that of a more sexual woman.

  Once Alexa was into her shirt, I took a peep. The plain white tee, not as white as it once was, hung down to mid-thigh and did nothing for showing off her upper body's assets. Still, she looked great. I was surprised that she remained standing there watching as Stella and I kissed. She was even being patient, not adding any encouragement to move things along.

  It took a few minutes of tongue wrestling and tame petting before my hand finally found her breast. A couple minutes later my mouth took its place. Stella's breath got heavy, but she did her best to relax and let me do the work. I guided her onto her back, repositioning her to place her head on a pillow at the top of the bed. When I swung her legs toward the footboard, I left them spread enough for me to go to work. I could hear Alexa coaching her to let me do my thing as she stood on the sidelines observing.

  I kissed her vagina lips through the panties first. Then I pulled them to once side so I could lick her all over between her legs. She laid there and took it without complaint, even touching my head as I pleasured her pussy. I was wondering why Alexa was even present. Was she now into watching? What happened with her under Tamika's imprisonment?

  Stella's vagina lips were glistening when I pulled her panties off her legs. That little schoolgirl smile was present as she watched me take off my shorts. Though eating pussy was typically very arousing for me, I wasn't quite there yet. Despite nearing full size, my manhood was still facing downward.

  "Stella?" Alexa whispered. "Do you want to get Mason hard enough, or should I?"

  "I want to do it," she said with controlled enthusiasm. "What should I do?"

  "That's up to Mason," Alexa told her. "Different things excite him at different times."

  I was all for going slow with Stella. But the most arousing part of her body to me at the moment was her young, unblemished face. When I straddled her shoulders, she looked concerned.

  "Don't worry," I said. "Let me do this part. You can stay still. It won't take long."

  After that I brushed the tip of my penis on her chin. Then up across her lips. I could tell that she didn't know whether or not to open her mouth. I was fine either way. I then caressed each of her blushing cheeks with the head before rubbing it against the tip of her nose. When I dropped it back to her mouth, I was already hard. The contact with her protruding tongue made me stay a moment longer than necessary, but I refrained from putting it in her mouth. We could leave that lesson for another time.

  When I returned to the bed between her legs, I could clearly see her tensing up. Alexa walked around to the other side of the bed to lay down beside her, taking Stella's hand in hers. "You'll be okay," she whispered to the girl.

  Stella glanced at Alexa a couple times, but mostly watched my face as I put the tip between her vagina lips. The lubrication quickly guided me to the correct entrance, and I tested it slowly. Stella's breathing was getting faster, but she was not yet looking like she wanted me to stop.

  When I popped the whole head in, she gasped, but did not appear to be in pain. Still, I instinctively pulled it back out.

  "Don't stop, Mason," Alexa told me. "Give her two to three inches, then stop."

  I did as I was told, watching my sex organ like it was a measuring stick. I figured the whole head, and maybe an inch more. Feeling me penetrate Stella's ultra-tight vagina had me realizing that the tip wasn't all that firm compared to the shaft. Once I got the desired amount in, Stella more than stiffened in response. She said ow and gripped Alexa's hand tightly. I quickly pulled back out.

  "It's okay, sweetie," Alexa told my new sexual partner. "We'll take it slow. Don't be scared of the pain. Expect it, then work through it." Then instructions for me, "Mason, don't pull it back out, even if she screams profanity. Trust me. Put it back in the same amount and wait."

  I followed her orders and reaped the same response from Stella. Instead of pulling back out I held my own breath, like that was going to help somehow. Alexa's face was right beside Stella's like she was helping her daughter relax while having blood drawn or the like.

  Eventually, Stella calmed down, even though she was still tight as hell around my erection. I heard my wife ask if she was ready for more. Astonishingly, Stella nodded with a smile, toward her at first, then toward me. I forced in another inch.

  "No!" Stella screamed like I had just stabbed her with a knife. Combined with the expression on her face, I felt like a rapist. I had to pull back out.

  "Don't!" Alexa shouted at me. Then softer, "Don't pull it out, Mason. Not until I say so."

  Stella did not look like she was in agreement with that last instruction but did not verbally contradict Alexa. The panicked look on her face did not completely disappear, but the evil stare did fade. I watched as she continued to catch her breath while Alexa calmed her down. I heard her whispering things like, "It's going to get easier. Once this part is done, you can enjoy sex for the rest of your life. You'll be able to satisfy Mason like the rest of us. Come on, Stella. You are a strong girl. This is nothing for someone like you."

  "Another inch," Alexa told me. When I obliged, Stella grit her teeth and tears rolled down her cheeks.

  "No," I said then, pulling completely back out.

  "Mason!" Alexa was somehow shocked by my action.

  "I can't hurt her, Alexa!"

  "You are not hurting her, Mason," Alexa clarified with a louder voice than I was expecting. I hoped that the other women were not outside listening in to this proceeding. "You are helping her! Now put your fucking cock back in there!"

  Stella nodded, biting her lip, so I did as I was told. The second time it was slightly better. At least this time it didn't feel like I was ripping her apart. Alexa continued to coach her as I waited for another instruction. A minute later I was told to shove in a little more. Stella's response was the same, but this time I was expecting it and didn't pull out instinctively.

  I looked at Stella's pussy as it clenched my boner in its grip. It looked like something kids would download off the internet. I couldn't remember ever halting in this exact position before and admiring the view. More than half of me was in there. And I was still hard. So that was good.

  "Give her some more," Alexa instructed me. Stella gasped and cried some more. She looked like she was in the early stages of giving birth, panting heavily. I tried not to look at her face. Staring at her puffy nipples and her penetrated pink taco was much better for keeping me in the mood to complete this task.

  "Is that all of it?" Stella asked through the tears. "Please tell me that is all of it."

  "No, sweetie," Alexa replied softly. "But that is all the farther that he is going in today."

  "I still have ..." I started.

  "Yes, Mason," Alexa said without even lo
oking at me. "We know that you have a big dick. But it is difficult for her to tell the difference between normal pain of first-time intercourse and you banging against the end of her vagina wall. If you ever want to have sex with Stella again, trust me. This is all the farther that you go in this time."

  "Okay."

  "Stella," Alexa said to the sad girl beneath me. "I'm going to have him move it very slowly in and out, but no deeper than it is right now. Okay? The pain will still be there, but it shouldn't get any worse. If it does, just scream out the safe word."

  "What is the safe word?" Stella asked, still wincing from the discomfort.

  "Stop you motherfucking asshole," Alexa informed her. Stella laughed harder than I thought possible in her situation. I could feel her muscles contracting around my penis inside her. That had to provide some pain for her as well, but she suffered through it smiling. When she was ready, I began sliding it out, but not completely. The next time going in was only slightly better.