Dystopian Girls 2

by Rodzil LaBraun

  "That's not true! Riley doesn't, and Camilla hasn't made any comments in that regard either." I was still modest and embarrassed when anyone suggested the notion of beautiful women falling at my feet.

  "Don't kid yourself. Camilla might not be as forward as Jada was when we met her, but her desire may be just as strong. And you are certainly reading Riley all wrong."

  "Am I?" I asked. I knew that Riley wanted to be included more, even touched occasionally, but that was a long way from desiring sex. She told us from the beginning that she would do whatever was required sexually of women in our clan. But she made it clear that she preferred not to share my bed if that was permitted.

  "Yes," Alexa looked me in the eyes to get her point across. "That girl wants to please you. She might not get super horny like Jada, but no one in our little group considers you her master as much as she does."

  I began to picture the slim brunette in subservient ways I had previously seen on the internet. Yes, I’m thinking of porn. I wasn’t a big fan of the hardcore stuff readily available for viewing online. However, it was difficult to avoid it completely. I might have even allowed some bondage role playing scenes to play longer than I should.

  "Well, that doesn't mean that she wants to have sex with me."

  "You are right, to a degree. She doesn't want to be your lover in the way that I or even Jada are. But she has a strong desire to please you sexually. I wasn't going to bring it up, but just last night she asked me if it would be acceptable to give you a blowjob."

  "What?" I felt a surge in my loins picturing the angelic face of the thin and quiet young woman looking up at me from between my legs, requesting permission to place her mouth on my manhood.

  "Ah, you like that idea, don't you?"

  "That's not fair."

  "I've known all along that you were attracted to her. It's only natural really. The fact that she doesn't want to take my place or even compete with me for your love makes the situation unlike it was with Jada. Camilla, however, is a totally different subject. I can sense that you find her appealing as well, but not the same way somehow."

  "She's a little big for my liking. Besides, I have all I can handle already. You are all the woman that I need. Having Jada's affection occasionally is like having dessert after an already delicious and satisfying meal."

  I paused to allow my compliment to simmer. She blushed and shook her head in fake disbelief. She knew how I felt about her alright. She couldn’t avoid knowing.

  "You like Camilla's smooth bronze skin."

  "That part of her is attractive, I must admit."

  "Her breasts are even bigger than Jada's. You don't want to motorboat those big pillows with silver dollar nipples?"

  "Alexa?"

  Before lying down on the bed beside me she pulled my borrowed shirt off over her head to reveal her incredible naked body. She was still physically the perfect woman for me. Slender but toned. Fair unblemished skin. Perky little titties. She bit her lip as she stared at the growing erection in my shorts.

  I slid out of my pants as I climbed on top of her. Kissing her passionately on the mouth and neck only got us both more excited. I gave considerable attention to her firm breasts before moving south, eventually bringing her to orgasm with my tongue. When I entered her, I grabbed her tiny ankles to lift her legs into the air. I was never rough with her, and this morning was no difference. But all the sex talk we were doing had me thrusting at a quicker pace than she was accustomed.

  Images of Riley's face looking up at me as she pleasured me popped into my mind a few times, but I pushed it aside. Alexa was all that I needed to climax. I could consider the skinnier girl's affection another time.

  CHAPTER TWO:

  Jada was absolutely miserable today. She was the only one of us that was still nursing a wound after a couple days, and it made her feel intolerably weak. She diligently attempted to return to her morning workouts, but the pain and limitation in movement made it more than challenging. She was in tears when I found her in the basement alone resting against the wall in the area that she had claimed for her exercise space.

  "Oh, shit," she exclaimed when she heard someone approaching, hurriedly wiping the moisture from her lovely face. Red foam mats had been placed on top of the industrial type carpet that had been installed on the house’s lower level. If there was any padding below the tan fibers, it was very thin. Even at my age I would get sore sitting or exercising on what was essentially hairy concrete. No wonder the previous owners had the workout cushioning available. Coincidentally in Jada’s signature color, too.

  "It's just me, Jada," I said softly. I knew how she was feeling. It was clear even without Alexa's assistance. Both my wife and Riley had repeatedly tried to comfort her, but it only succeeded in making her more distant. I quietly took a seat beside her against the basement wall. When she leaned her head toward me, I wrapped my arm around her sexy strong shoulders.

  There was no noticeable muscle loss from her body from what I could tell. She still looked as firm as a board in all the areas where it was attractive. The bulge of the bandage under her shorts was the only blemish to her otherwise stunning appearance.

  She cried some more. I could feel my t-shirt getting wet against my chest as her sobs finally began to fade. She was a proud woman, and rightfully so. A fierce warrior, an athletic goddess, and the hottest black woman I had ever met. The sex with her was extremely passionate and rigorous, practically a workout all its own. Though I was not necessarily in love with her the way I was with Alexa, my deep feelings for this amazing person could not be denied.

  "I love you, Jada," I whispered, almost to myself. The words snuck out of my mouth as I examined how strong my feelings actually were.

  "I love you, too," she replied softly, not even raising her head from my chest. My declaration of affection did not surprise her in the least.

  "What can I do for you?" I asked.

  She lifted her head to look me in the eye and replied, "You're already doing it." Then she kissed me briefly on the lips and returned her gorgeous weeping face to my chest. She was so naturally pretty that she didn’t need make up. But she wore a little anyway, just to make her face really pop. Some of it was now smeared down her cheeks. I did my best not to draw attention to it.

  I searched for the right words to comfort her. Should I tell her how strong that she is, or would that only make it worse? Would complementing her on some aspect of her appearance do any better? Or, how lovable she has become? After the silence went for a few minutes, I thought maybe it was better to just say nothing.

  We sat there like that for quite a while. I thought that she might even be falling asleep on me. There was a good feeling in that for me. To have someone like Jada comfortable enough to let her guard down to the point that she could drift off to sleep while resting on my chest. Without giving any thought to it, my hand began to roam her back with a gentle caress. Eventually, I ran my fingers across her firm ass. It wasn't meant to be sexual. I was just covering as much ground as I could reach in my pinned down position. When she didn't stir, I continued until I realized that the activity was getting me a little excited.

  "Is Alexa not taking good care of you?" she asked. It only took a moment for me to understand that she was speaking of sexually.

  "Yes, she is."

  "There are things I can do if you need me to," she replied. "I'm not completely useless, you know."

  I removed my hand from her ass then. My mind had drifted until I was no longer getting the correct point across. But now that we are on the subject….

  "I'm good, thanks. Is there anything that I can do for you? Sexually, I mean."

  Once again, she raised her head to plant a soft kiss on my lips. "No, I'm not really in the mood. Once I heal up, though, watch out." During that last sentence her eyes got big and she showed her teeth like she had fangs.

  Laughing I replied, "I look forward to it."

  "Me, too," she whispered, once more looking more vulnerable t
han I had ever seen her in the past. "Thanks for being there for me. It means a lot. I know I've been rough on Alexa and Riley the last couple days. I'm sorry for that."

  "They understand."

  "I know they do, but they deserve better. Okay," she said as she began to stand up, leaning on the wall for support. My arm had begun tingling from the weight of her body cutting off the circulation. I ignored the pain as the blood rushed back into my limb. "Enough moping around for me. What can I help with today?"

  "I have a few things on my list," I announced as I stood up as well, fighting off the urge to assist her. I believed that I did a good job comforting her in a way that she would receive. I didn't want to mess it up by making her feel weak again. "I want to check the exterior of the house for security concerns. There are some skanks hanging around the property periodically. I also want to figure out how the solar panels work. Maybe we can get some electricity going. Wouldn't that be nice?"

  "If we still had an internet I could search for instructions," she said as she limped toward the stairs. "You would think that they'd have a manual somewhere here in the house. I can search the fifth bedroom where the desk is, and maybe the garage, too."

  "That sounds like a good idea. While you are doing that, I'll take Riley outside with me."

  "Who is going to guard Camilla?"

  "I don't know. Do you think that she still needs guarding? Isn't she officially part of our clan now?"

  "Yes, she has chosen to stay, but that doesn't mean that I completely trust her."

  "Riley seems to think that she'll be fine. I know that she was pushing for her to join us for her confusion powers from the beginning."

  "Well, Alexa doesn't trust her yet," Jada replied. "And, no offense, but I respect her intuition better than anyone else's. Hey, maybe we can get the security system working again once we restore power. Did you see all those monitors in the kitchen? There has to be a shitload of cameras inside and outside the house. I can see three here in the basement from where I am standing."

  Jada was right. Getting the power back on would do much more for our lives than getting the DVD player working. We'd possibly gain air conditioning, refrigeration, lighting, and security. The solar panel issues needed to be a high priority. Doing so would dramatically change our world.

  I followed Jada slowly up the stairs to the main level. Her exercise shorts hugged her absolutely perfect ass, which stayed mere inches from my face as I was just two steps behind her. There was nothing to do but stare at it. Her progress was surprisingly sluggish due to her injury, and I had no desire to brush past her.

  "How's the view back there," Alexa said from the top of the stairs. I'd been caught looking at another woman, again. Do I deflect? Or do I own it? There were no secrets regarding attraction between the three of us.

  "It's nice," I decided to reply, causing Jada to laugh.

  "Well, when you are done drooling over Jada's ass, Riley says there are some skanks hanging around the pool house. She wants to know if she and Camilla could go clear them out. I told her that I'd check with you."

  "Tell them…, no that's okay, I'll tell them myself. I'll go with them."

  "Be careful, Mason," both women said. I didn't think that they doubted my ability to safely handle tasks outside the house. However, they could be reasoning that my many successes of late could lead to an arrogance that could reduce my caution. Or, they might just like me so much that they wouldn't want me to take any chances on getting hurt. Any way you look at it, I decided to take their words to heart. I'd been exceptionally lucky so far.

  I took the rifle with me that I had confiscated from John after the last battle. It was an ugly looking thing that held two shots at a time, and a place in the stock with four more rounds. I didn’t see any brand names on the thing. As cheap as it appeared to be, I still preferred it to Earl’s gun.

  Riley carried a baseball bat, but her greatest weapon would be her speed bursts and immunity to opponents' gifts. We didn't offer a weapon to Camilla and she didn't ask for one. She hadn't bothered to carry anything when her former clan attacked us. No doubt she was super confident in her confusion ability and didn't need the distraction of an object that would be of lesser value to her anyway. That was a bit stupid, I thought. It's always best to have a backup, especially if your hands are free.

  Jada and Alexa barred the door after we exited. Alexa would stay close enough to hear us knocking to get back in while Jada went in search of solar panel instructions. The backyard was reasonably clear. Just a few crows and a mangy cat. After the recent combat kills there had been gross little tidbits of flesh and blood scattered around drawing all kinds of animals. That included a few wolves and buzzards. Fortunately, none were present at the moment. Hopefully the grass had been licked clean already.

  Less than fifty feet from the back door was the white aluminum fence surrounding the large pool area. The water level in the recreational basin was about two feet low with a heavy green layer of algae growth on top. The pool pump had stopped working months ago, obviously, and any chlorine that had been in the water had long dissipated. I wondered if we could spread a large dose of fresh chlorine to the water to improve its appearance and smell. There was probably a supply of the chemical in the pool house, and that was where we were heading anyway.

  Entering the gate, I was disappointed to see a corpse floating face down in the nasty liquid, mostly likely a dead skank. It would take more than chemicals to fix that problem. I was getting so tired of dragging away the dead. Too much killing for my taste. I longed for a day when civilization would return in at least some form. I knew it probably wouldn't be during my lifetime, but I stayed optimistic.

  The door to the pool house was closed tight and as I walked up to it, I realized that I had never ever looked in that building before. It was large enough to hold more than just a bathroom and could possibly contain valuable materials for our future security or comfort. Riley and I could make a list for future reference.

  I approached the building with caution, gesturing for the two women accompanying me to follow safely behind. There was a stink coming from either the building or the area around it. With all the poolside plants overgrown it was impossible to tell which. Maybe a dead dog or raccoon was the source of the odor. It was hard to discern without a search. It was conceivable, though, that the stink was from live skanks inside the building. I suddenly regretted not bringing Alexa for her ability to sense people at a distance.

  "God, this place stinks," Camilla uttered. I raised my hand in a fashion that meant stop, hoping it would silence her. "Why do we even care about this place?"

  "I believe that Mason wants to clear all threats before they become a serious concern," Riley answered in a low tone. "He would also like for you to be quiet when he is sneaking up on possible occupants of the pool house."

  "Oh, sorry," Camilla replied, not all that apologetically. "I thought that our obvious dominance completely eliminated the need for stealth."

  I turned to give her a dirty look, but then movement inside the building caught my attention. Muffled voices followed.

  "Riley, I'm going to open the door while standing off to the side. Be prepared to use your speed if someone comes rushing out. Camilla, feel free to confuse the shit out of them as well. But only if we are attacked."

  "Aaagh!" a female voice uttered as I pulled the door toward me. But no one came out. "No hurt!" it then said. "We go! No hurt!"

  The words weren't entirely clear, indicating that it was likely a skank that was speaking. However, the intelligence of the creature had me curious. Normally for these sub-human people it would be fight or flight, never begging for mercy or asking for permission to depart unharmed.

  "Okay," I replied. "I won't hurt you if you don't attack. I'm going to step into your view now. If you have a weapon, I need you to drop it."

  The sound of a rake hitting the ground was soon followed by the hollow aluminum noise of a pool cleaning pole. There were at least two skanks p
resent, maybe more. They were prepared to defend themselves, but in much better mental condition than most if they quickly understood their predicament, as well as my instructions.

  I peeked around the door frame first, then pulled my head back. No projectiles came flying out of the building, so I safely stepped into the doorway three seconds later, allowing the inhabitants to see my physical stature and rifle. I assumed that I would look intimidating.

  The pool house appeared to be separated into three areas. The first was a room designed for changing clothes. The door to it was open on the immediate right revealing shelves with towels and racks for drying out bathing suits. To the left was an open area where five-gallon jugs of chemicals sat along with coiled up hoses for pool cleaning. Water toys including a basketball hoop were scattered among them. Wouldn't that be a nice break, I thought to myself, to lounge in the pool shooting basketball with friends as we downed some beers. But those days were clearly in the past.

  Directly in front of me was the open door to the bathroom. One skank sat on the toilet wearing a torn shirt revealing one breast, and jean shorts that were more brown than blue. She was tiny, even smaller than Alexa, and had light brown skin. Combined with her facial features I assumed that she was of Middle Eastern descent. Her skin only had a few gray patches and she looked to be in halfway decent health despite the viruses attack on her body. Well, she looked good for a skank anyway, but terrible if she were a regular woman.

  The second female was cowering beside her between the toilet and the sink. She was a little larger and discernibly older as well. She also was not in hideous shape despite most of her fair skin looking like it was about to flake off. She had on tight fitting capri pants that may at one point have been a beautiful flower print. Her white tank top was stained all colors. It was hard to immediately imagine what might have caused the blue, yellow and bright red parts, unless it was originally a tie dye shirt.

  "Sorry, we go," the one on the toilet said. "No hurt, pees." I assumed that last word was intended to be 'please,' even though she was currently sitting on a receptacle for urine. I had to look twice to make sure that her pants were pulled all the way up.