by Jessy Cruise
At position 3, Jack and Tim Harding, a former PG&E electrical worker, were on duty. Tim, who had come on at midnight, was in the walk-in closet with the door closed, using his flashlight to read a Penthouse magazine he had found in the former grocery store. Jack, who had long since given up trying to keep his partners alert to their duty, was looking out the window into the darkness. He had seen nothing although he had been looking almost directly at the spot where the men had penetrated. Nor had he heard anything.
At position 2 Missy and Laura Lewis were pulling the duty. Neither one of them had been looking out the window when the penetration occurred. Instead, the two women were gossiping about Stacy and Jack and wondering just what Skip was going to do when that bitch got voted out of the town. Missy was of the opinion that he wouldn't have the balls to say or do anything. Laura, on the other hand, thought he might try something dramatic, although just what that might be, she couldn't say. When one of John Kramer's men lost his grip on the wall as he came over and fell to the ground, a loud clank was clearly heard as his rifle barrel hit the concrete at the base.
"What was that?" Laura asked, taking a careless glance out into the darkness.
"I don't know," Missy said, shifting herself in her chair. "Probably something falling over. There's all kinds of weird noises out there."
"Oh, okay," Laura replied and there was no more discussion on the Micker. A second later they went back to gossiping in the darkness.
Twice between the time the invaders hid themselves and dawn, the night perimeter patrol passed by the houses they were in or behind. Though they had heavy-duty flashlights they did not shine them on the houses, let alone notice anything amiss.
When the first touches of daylight came to the sky at 5:45 the next morning, Bill's group left the shelter of the patio and eased over alongside the eastern fence of the backyard, where a lengthy section was still standing. They knew that the guard posts changed crews in fifteen minutes and they wanted to make extra sure that a random sighting by the oncoming or offgoing crew as they entered or exited did not give them away. It was a small chance at best that anyone would have noticed them on the patio but it was best not to take chances. If living in the wilderness had taught them anything, it had taught them that.
At guard position 2, Paula and Brenda, the assigned crew for that first portion of the day, arrived promptly at 6:00 AM, relieving Missy and Laura. As was normal when one female crew relieved another, the offgoing lingered for a few minutes to share the latest gossip. Paula took up her position near the window and listened for a few minutes as the three of them began talking about the latest developments in the Stacy and Jack saga. All three were of course of the opinion that she would be voted out of town by the end of the night, and good riddance.
"What do you think about this, Paula?" she was asked at one point, as she had known she would be.
And so, attempting to utilize every ounce of influence she had, she began explaining to them that there was absolutely nothing wrong with Stacy and Jack living together as lovers.
"What?" they asked, taken aback.
She did her best but, as she had discovered the previous night after her conversation with Christine, her influence in this Micker was not quite as strong as she had thought it would be. They listened to her respectfully and even agreed with many of her points but they were completely unwilling to concede that a fourteen year old, even under the extreme circumstances found in the world these days, was a suitable sexual partner for a pregnant twenty year old woman. All declared that they would be shouting out ayes when Jessica put the Micker of ejecting Stacy to vote.
"It would set a horrible precedent if we let her stay," Missy said, using the exact phrase that Jessica had used when they'd talked the day before.
"Yes," Laura added. "Imagine what would happen if we did not respond forcefully to this. Think of what would result in the future." This too was a verbatim quote from Jessica's speech.
Brenda then put in her own two-cents worth by borrowing yet another Jessica-ism that had to do with protecting the morals of the young.
By the time that Missy and Laura finally left at 6:40 (Missy heading off in a different direction than her partner), Paula was seriously worried about what was going to happen at dinner tonight. She of course could not know that less than a hundred feet away were eight men determined to see to it that she did not have dinner that night, or any other night ever again.
At guard position 3, crew-change actually took place at 6:10 that morning since Jeff and Lenny Long, a former grocery store courtesy clerk, were late arriving. This was not an uncommon occurrence at the Garden Hill guard posts and it did not even draw a snide remark from Jack or Tim.
Tim headed out the door the moment the relief crew entered the house, not even pausing long enough to say hello to either of them. Jack tried to give a pass-on report as he had been taught by Skip, but neither one of the two men wanted to hear it. They simply waved him away, although they did offer him their best wishes in the upcoming Stacy vote.
"I think it's totally bogus," Jeff opined. "I mean, how dare they try to vote someone out for giving up the puss. What kinda shit is that?"
"Yeah," Lenny agreed, sitting on the bed and lighting a cigarette. "Even if you are just a kid, if you're able to score it, that's one for you. I'm voting nay on that shit tonight, that's for sure."
Jack, whose stomach was tied in even worse knots than his sister's, thanked them kindly and then made his leave, heading slowly towards the gym to have breakfast.
Once he was gone Lenny and Jeff settled themselves in by rearranging their chairs further away from the open window to avoid the damp breeze that was blowing in. They would have shut the window completely had they not tried such a thing in the past and incurred the furious wrath of Skip on one of his unannounced visits. Neither one of them gave so much as a passing glance out the window. Nor did they check their weapons to make sure they were locked and loaded. The only thing that they did by the book was call Skip on the walkie-talkie to report that they were in position.
"Another fucking six hours in this hellhole," Lenny complained, leaning back in his chair and putting his feet on the end table, knocking the walkie-talkie to the floor. He didn't bother picking it back up.
"It won't be that bad today," Jeff said, pulling a joint out. "I've arranged for a little entertainment for us."
"What, the joint? All that does is makes the time pass slower."
"Not that kind of entertainment," he said, stuffing it behind his ear for later. "I'm talking about real entertainment. Missy's gonna come over. She just got off shift at position 2 and she's gonna skip breakfast today so she can visit us."
"Missy," he said, shaking his head. "That doesn't do me any good."
"Dude," Jeff said slyly, "have faith in me. I'll set you up. You'll see."
"Set me up?"
"I'll set you up. This'll be a shift to remember."
It was 7:05 when Bill, who was looking through a knothole in the fence towards the guard position's front yard, saw someone coming. It was hard to tell much detail because of the rain slicker but he was pretty sure it was a woman. He signaled to his men to settle down and be alert. They all gripped their rifles a little tighter and made themselves as small as possible.
The woman didn't even glance in their direction. She walked right on by and cut across the soggy lawn of the guardhouse, disappearing from their view. When she didn't come back after a moment, they were forced to conclude that she had gone inside.
"What the hell?" one of the men asked Bill nervously.
"I don't know," he said. "It wasn't the leader that always checks on them, it was a bitch."
"What's she doing in there? Is this going to fuck up the plan?"
"Not as long as she's in the room with them at eight o'clock," he replied. "We go ahead as scheduled. I don't see any reason to abort."
"All right," the man said doubtfully. "Should I start arming up the Raid-bombs now?"
&
nbsp; "Yeah," he said. "Get it done."
While Bill continued to watch through the knothole, two of his men removed the partially assembled bombs from their backpacks. Each bomb was a rather simple device, though very deadly within a confined space like a bedroom. They consisted of standard-sized cans of Raid industrial insect killer, the contents of which was nothing more than pressurized organo-phosphate poison, basically a crude form of military nerve gas. Attached to the side of the can with super glue, primer side up, was a single 12-gauge shotgun shell containing .00 buckshot. To arm the bomb, an ingeniously designed firing mechanism needed to be attached. It was a three-inch length of 3/4 inch PVC pipe with a halfpenny nail connected to the spring from a rattrap. When the spring was pulled back, it would seat the head of the nail a half an inch above the shotgun shell's primer. When it was released - and it took nothing more than the impact of the bomb landing on the ground to cause this - it would drive the nail into the primer, firing the shell directly into the can of raid, causing it to explode spectacularly. The men carefully fitted these mechanisms over the shotgun shells, not activating the springs just yet. They would do that only as they were moving in on the target.
It was 7:35 and they had just finished smoking Jeff's joint. Missy, her eyes reddened both from fatigue and the pot, sat on the edge of the bed between the two men. Jeff was resting his hand high up on her blue-jean clad thigh.
"Why don't we go check out the other bedroom, Jeffy?" she asked coyly, giving his hand a sensuous squeeze. "I got something I really need to talk to you about." She giggled at her own euphemism.
"We can talk in here, baby," Jeff said, letting his hand slide a little higher. "Lenny don't mind, do you Lenny?"
She giggled again. "This is kinda personal," she said. "I really think we should be alone."
He leaned in and began kissing her neck, right at the junction of the shoulder blade. His hand slid firmly into the junction of her thighs, moving so fast she didn't have time to close them. "It's okay, baby," he said. "I think Lenny would like to talk too."
"Jeff," she said, trying to pull away from him but he was holding her with his free hand. "I want to... you know?"
"So do I, baby, so do I," he said.
"I want to do it alone," she told him. "Come on."
Jeff nibbled at her ear, his tongue swirling over the diamond earring in the lobe. "Don't be such a prude, baby, we both want a little action this morning."
"What?" she said, wondering if we were joking or not. One look at his face told her that he wasn't. "No, Jeff," she said firmly. "I don't do things like that. That's sick."
"What's sick about it?" he asked, standing up and facing her. "I'm horny, you're horny, Lenny's horny, and we're all three here together. Why not take care of everything at once. Right, Lenny?"
"Well... uh... yeah, I guess so," he stammered, unsure what to say, though very erect inside of his jeans just at the thought of a little double-team action with Missy.
"You see," Jeff said, reaching down and fondling her left breast through her sweater. "Even Lenny agrees."
"I'm not gonna do it," she said firmly, pushing his hand away. "If you want me, I'll do it with you in the bedroom like always. But I'm not gonna do both of you. I'm not that kind of girl."
"You'd better learn to be," Jeff said threateningly. "If you expect me to leave Gina and move in with you, I expect you to do the things that I want to do. If you don't want to play the way I want you to, then just get on out the door and I'll be seeing you around."
"Jeff," she said, her eyes pleading. "That's not fair. That's blackmail."
"That's the way life is now, baby. Now you gonna play, or what?"
She lowered her eyes and slumped her shoulders in defeat. What else could she do? She didn't have a man of her own and it was starting to look like she might be able to wrangle Jeff away. She was too close to blow that now, wasn't she? "I'll play," she said quietly.
"What was that?" Jeff asked, twisting the knife a little.
"I said I'll play," she said defiantly.
Jeff grinned, slapping Lenny, who had watched the entire exchange in fascination, on the shoulder. "Come on, Lenny, she's gonna play for us. Stand on up here and let's start out with a blowjob. She gives the best fucking blowjobs you've ever had."
Lenny, despite his discomfort with the manner in which Jeff had manipulated her, still had a raging hard-on. He knew he should not be taking part in something like this but he couldn't help himself. Missy was a hot looking piece. He stood next to Jeff with his crotch right in Missy's face.
"Come on, baby," Jeff told her. "Take 'em out and get to work."
Feeling humiliation unlike anything she had ever experienced before, Missy reached out and unbuttoned first Jeff's pants and then Lenny's, pushing each pair down so their hard cocks were sticking in her face. She gave Jeff one last pleading look but saw no hope for reprieve in his face. With a sigh she leaned forward and took him into her mouth.
"Ahhh yesss," Jeff said happily, grabbing a handful of her hair and guiding her motions. "Use your hand on Lenny while you're sucking me."
She reached over with the hand that was not jacking up and down on Jeff and began to listlessly jack off Lenny's cock. Lenny didn't care that it was listless. Her hand around his organ, no Micker how unenthusiastically she moved it, felt great. He began to piston his hips in and out of her fist.
"Feel her titties," Jeff suggested to his partner. "She likes that. They're kinda small but they're nice."
Lenny reached down and grasped her right breast roughly through her sweater, making her wince a little. She never broke stride however. He began to squeeze and knead it, moving it up and down, back and forth.
Jeff let her suck him for about five minutes and then he abruptly pulled himself from her mouth. "It's Lenny's turn," he told her. "Give him your best."
"Jeff, really," she pleaded. "This is humiliating."
"But it's your lot in life now, baby," he said toughly, pushing her head towards Lenny's crotch. "Now do what you're told."
Obediently she took Lenny into her mouth and went to work. Lenny found out in short order that she was every bit the cocksucker that Jeff had promised she was.
Bill checked his watch. It was 7:55 AM. Almost time to strike. He turned to the two men who were the designated bombers of the guard post. "All right, you guys," he said. "Are you ready to move in?"
They both told him that they were ready. They were obviously nervous about the prospect of attacking such a large settlement, but they were also full of confidence as well.
"Okay," Bill said. "Start moving in. Remember the plan and remember not to throw them until 8:00 and zero seconds. Got it?"
They told him that they had it and moved in.
They left the backyard by retracing their steps from how they had entered it. Keeping close to the side of the house, they edged over the lumber of the fallen fence and worked their way out into the driveway, keeping their backs as close to the garage door as they could get them without actually rattling it. The window that served as the guard post was less than fifty feet away from them but they were confident that they could get over there without being seen as long as one of the guards did not actually stick his or her head out of the window and look to the left. They continued to edge along the wall of the house until they were near the front porch, well back from the sightline of the guardhouse now. They then trotted over until their backs were against the two-story house itself.
They crept along the side of this house until they were at the corner, near the garage door. The open window from which the guards operated was directly over the garage and the driveway. They paused at this corner, waiting for it to be exactly 8:00 AM. When the appointed time came they would have to do nothing but pull back the springs on their bombs, take six or seven steps out onto the driveway, and toss them inside. It was an easy shot through the window but they were using two bombs in case, for whatever reason, one of them missed.
"Remember not to sh
oot unless we have to," the first man whispered to his companion.
"I won't," he said, checking his watch again. It read 7:58.
Missy was now completely naked, her impressive body on hands and knees on the bed. Jeff was standing on the floor in front of her, his dick in her mouth, enjoying her wet blowjob. His hands were squeezing her small breasts roughly, his fingers occasionally giving the nipples a strong tweak. Lenny was behind her, driving his dick in and out of her pussy from behind. He was holding onto her hips hard enough to leave marks upon her flesh.
"Doesn't she have a nice, tight pussy?" Jeff asked with a grin, looking at the rapturous face of his partner.
"Yeah," he moaned, feeling the clenching of her muscles upon his cock. Though she was not really any tighter than Carla, his official woman, or Barbara, his main piece on the side, there was something intrinsically nasty and arousing about double-teaming Missy at the guard post. This was the best sex he had experienced since the comet, and he had experienced a lot of it since that fateful day.
"Put it in her ass," Jeff told him. "She loves that."
Missy took her mouth off of his cock and looked up at him. "Jeff," she said, appalled that he would suggest something like that.
Jeff took his hand off of her tit long enough to backhand her sharply across the face. "Shut up, bitch," he growled at her, grabbing her by the hair. "When I want you to talk, I'll ask you something. Now get back to work." With that he pulled her to his cock again.
Lenny was somewhat shocked by the violence the former Mormon had just displayed. "Are you sure she really wants me to do that?" he asked timidly.
"I told you, Len," he said, driving his hips in and out of her mouth now. "She fuckin' loves it. Now stick it up her ass and give it to her."
That was enough encouragement for Lenny. He had been looking at that puckered anus longingly the entire time that he had been fucking her. He pulled his cock from her semi-dry vagina and spit in his hand, rubbing more lubrication on it. He then placed the head against the bud of her asshole and began to push.
