by Jessy Cruise
"Did it feel good?"
"I never felt anything like it before," Sherrie said. "But I was ashamed. I thought that maybe I was a lesbian or something. I ran away before she finished. I never talked to her again."
"She didn't make you come?"
"No," Sherrie said. "I only let her do it for a minute or so."
"But you liked it?"
"Yes," she said softly.
"Did you always wish you would've let her finish?"
"Yes."
Janet smiled, licking her lips a little. "I'll finish it for her," she said.
"Janet, I don't think we should..."
"Shhh," Janet said for the second time that night. She flipped on the vibrator, making it hum. "I don't think you should think right now. Thinking just gets in the way of things sometimes." As she began to push and pull the humming contraption in and out with vigor once again, she slowly lowered her head to Sherrie's right breast. She licked the nipple slowly and then took it into her mouth, suckling it.
"Oh, Janet," Sherrie moaned, letting the sensation take her away. "Oh God."
Janet suckled the nipple for a moment and then switched to the other one, making it firm and puffy with her mouth. She then let her head move downward, tonguing her way across Sherrie's stomach and pelvic area until she was right above the dildo moving in and out. By now it was starting to get warm. She licked her lips one more time, inhaling the exciting scent of female pheromones, and then began lapping at the swollen clit.
It was a little over three hours since Skip had safely and uneventfully landed the helicopter safely back in the community center parking lot. A debriefing meeting had been held almost immediately afterward, with Christine, Paula, Mick, and Paul attending while Jack ran the video player and Skip narrated the events. Copious notes and observations had been made both about the layout of Auburn and about the newly discovered town of El Dorado Hills.
Overall, Paul thought as he walked wearily home, the mission had been a success, well worth the fuel that had been burned to run it. They now had some good, solid information about the town down the hill. They knew that only the men carried the guns and staffed the guard positions and that the women seemed to carry garbage and clean things up. They knew that their headquarters was a high school atop a hill and that they powered their headquarters with a diesel generator that was fueled from a tanker trailer parked behind it, a trailer that had probably been scavenged from the Interstate. None of this information was particularly enlightening as to the intentions of the Auburnites, but at least it gave them an idea of their make-up and armament.
And then there was El Dorado Hills. It was quite exciting to discover that there was another group of people out there, people that were adept at hiding themselves at the approach of enemies. Paul had given Skip a stern talking-to about the unauthorized side-trip and asked him not to operate outside of his mission orders any more, but he was, in retrospect, glad that he had done it. The El Doradans seemed, at least from the blurry infrared images, a lot more like the Garden Hillians than those in Auburn were. In EDH they used women on guard detail! That one little discovery spoke volumes about the type of society they were operating under. There had been some talk about possibly trying to make contact with them in the future.
As he walked up his driveway, slogging through the ever-present puddles, he was mulling over just how they could go about making that contact if the time came. Certainly just having Skip land his helicopter in the middle of their town was far too dangerous. What other options were there?
The house was darkened as he entered it. He hung up his rain jacket in the entryway and then, operating by feel, lit a candle that had been sitting just inside the formal living room. Using it's meager light, he navigated his way through the damp clothing hanging from the drying line and into the hallway. He went first to the guestroom, where Sherrie would be sleeping, so he could check up on her. Of course he had no reason to believe that she was in any sort of peril, but he checked anyway. He took any excuse he could to look in on his beautiful patient. He was sometimes concerned with how attracted he had become to her over the past few weeks but the attraction was undeniable. Though he loved Janet deeply, he lusted strongly after Sherrie, that lust growing every time he caught a glimpse of her vaginal area or saw her bra-less breasts bouncing beneath her nightgown or put his hands upon her soft legs. He wanted her badly and had taken to imagining it was she that he was making love to whenever he made love to Janet (which he did frequently these days). It wasn't that he didn't desire Janet any more it was just that Sherrie was different and variety was what men craved.
The first thing he noticed when he stuck his head into the guest bedroom was the smell. In the poorly ventilated room the odor of musk was almost overwhelming. Paul had no trouble identifying what that odor was - he had smelled it often enough in his life - and his penis began to stiffen at the first whiff. What the hell? Had Sherrie been playing with herself in there? That very thought was enough to stiffen him up completely.
As the light from the candle penetrated the darkness he saw an amazing sight. On the bed, sleeping soundly, was not just Sherrie but Janet as well. They were in bed together! Though the covers were pulled up to their necks, hiding their bodies from his sight, it was quite obvious that they were cuddled together, Janet's head nestled into the crook of Sherrie's neck. Lying on the floor beside the bed was a dildo! A dildo! What had happened in here? Had the two women had sex together?
"Holy shit," he whispered, trembling a little as he envisioned the two of them, naked and sweaty and using that dildo on each other. That had to have been what had happened! It had to! Why else would it smell so strongly of sex in the room? Why else would they be cuddled up together?
Janet, a light sleeper even under the influence of wine, opened her eyes at the sound of his voice. She blinked a few times and then looked up at him, giving him a smile. He opened his mouth to say something to her but she put her finger to her lips, hushing him. Slowly she extricated herself from Sherrie's grasp, sliding out from beneath the covers and standing naked. She walked towards him, continuing to hold her fingers to her lips, and then kissed him lightly on the mouth. The strong taste of musk was upon her lips.
"Janet..." he stammered softly, "what have... I mean..."
"Shhh," she said, giving him one more kiss. "Let's go the bedroom. We need to talk."
The next day was very busy for the residents of Garden Hill. The operation to recover the freight train supplies began in earnest. A group of eight people - Paul in command of them - were flown out to the sight of the train and lowered down on the ropes to the tracks. Utilizing empty hot water heaters that had been stripped from the houses and modified with latched lids on the top, more than two tons of rice was moved from the grain carriers and placed into storage in the community center. The water heaters were used both to airlift the commodity and to store it, eliminating the step of moving it from one container to another once back in town.
Nearly everyone in town participated in the operation in one way or another, even the children. And as they worked a variety of new rumors and stories circulated among the townspeople. First and foremost was the story about the existence of another operating community in El Dorado Hills. Excitement at the discovery of fellow human beings that had survived the comet was on every lip.
But coming up a close second was the story about the newest triple that had been formed in town. By mid-morning the rumor was confirmed. Paul, their leader, and perhaps the most respected man in town, was taking himself a new wife.
Jessica had been in a state of complete disbelief for the past three days. Like any new woman brought to Auburn, she had been housed in the high school under guard and subjected to the "education class" in which the rules and laws of town had been explained in exacting detail to her. Two women had been the one's to give her these so-called lessons and with each word out of their mouths her disbelief had grown.
Don't speak to your husband or any other ma
n unless you are first spoken to? Infidelity to your man was punishable by hanging? No leaving the house without first asking permission? No leaving the town at all? No handling of firearms or reading of books under punishment of hanging? What the hell were these ditsy women trying to hand her? Surely they could not be serious? Had she been placed in the care of the mentally deranged? Never once did she consider that these mad ravings could be actual town rules that were enforced. That was simply impossible. Sure, she was living in a male oriented society, that was easy enough to see. But then hadn't society always been male-oriented? Hadn't women like her always found a way to grasp and exert power through those men? Surely this place couldn't be any different.
And now, on her third day in town, she had been informed that her training was complete and that she had been assigned to a husband who had been selected by lottery. Assigned? She was certainly going to see about that. Someone named Sergeant Stinson was allegedly to be her new man. As if she was going to allow that. She was already perceptive enough about the workings of Auburn to know that a man's military rank was synonymous with his power within the town. A sergeant? They had assigned her to a mere sergeant? That simply wouldn't do. She would accept no less than that man Bracken who had led the group that she had met up with. He was a captain and was rumored to have the ear of the lead man himself, Barnes. Though it was Barnes who she was ultimately angling for, she figured that she would be pushing it if she tried to get close to him so soon. But if she got close to Bracken first it would only be a Micker of time before she...
The door to the small room she was being held in opened and a man walked in. He was a small man, dressed in the inevitable camouflage clothing that all the men in town wore. He was a short man, standing about five foot nine, and very skinny with thick, coke-bottle glasses upon his face. He looked like a computer nerd and in fact, though she didn't know it, had been a systems engineer for Placer County prior to the comet. She looked at him with contempt as he looked her over.
"Not bad," he said, nodding a little as he took in her form. "I'm Steve Stinson, your new husband. You ready to go home?"
"My new husband?" she asked, continuing her look.
"That's right, bitch," he said, scowling a little at her expression and her tone. "Let's go."
"Now wait a minute," she said, standing up and walking over to him. "While I'm sure that you're a very nice man, I hardly think that a lottery is the proper way to pick a mate. I mean, I don't even know you. I'm sure you'll agree that a marriage must be based on mutual respect and goals."
Stinson looked at her in complete disbelief. "Mutual respect and goals?" he asked through clenched teeth.
"Why yes," she agreed. "I mean what kind of civilization would we be building if we just went around assigning every woman to a man on a random basis? That is certainly not the way that things..."
"Listen," Stinson interrupted. "I am basically a nice guy, just like you said, so for that reason, I'm going to cut you a little bit of slack. They told me that you were a bit mouthy and that you didn't seem to take your lessons very seriously, but let me tell you that you are not in the world you grew up in. Talking back to me, talking to me at all without being addressed first is a beating offense, do you understand? Unless you wish to have the back of my hand across your face, I'd suggest you pick up your stuff and follow me right now."
She opened her mouth to reply to this but he stopped her before she could speak. "No words," he warned, raising his hand a little. "I don't enjoy violence but I will use it if needed. Pick up your stuff and let's go."
Jessica began to feel a bit uncomfortable. Beating offense? Surely he wasn't serious. Why, if he so much as laid a hand upon her, she would complain directly to Barnes himself about it. Nobody hit her! No man talked to her that way! But still, she thought that maybe the best thing was to go along for now, to accompany this man to his home until this could all be worked out. She would find out what the grievance process was and utilize it. In doing so she would undoubtedly find a way to talk to those who really Mickered in the town. And so, keeping her mouth shut, she picked up her bag of clothes and followed him out the door.
They had told her many times in her classroom that the men of Auburn all had multiple wives - at least two but as many as four. Still, despite this knowledge, it came as a shock to her when Stinson led her inside the small house and introduced her to Linda and Cathy. They were both young, mousy looking women, obvious tramps.
"Now Linda," Stinson explained to her, "is the senior wife. She will be who conveys my orders to you and she will assign you to any household tasks that need to be done. If you have any requests of me or if you wish to talk to me for some reason, you must go through her first. Do you understand?"
"Uh... yeah," she said slowly, looking at her as if she were a bug.
"Welcome to the family," Linda said meekly, hardly raising her eyes.
Jessica continued to stare, not saying anything.
"Cathy," Stinson said next, "is technically the same rank as you are but there is still the issue of seniority. Since she has been in the family longer than you have, she has the privilege of being given the nicer assignments by Linda. Everything is based on seniority around here, especially among the women. Do you understand?"
"Sure," Jessica said mechanically, thinking that it would be a cold day in hell before she took an order or lifted a finger to help either one of these women.
"Now the way we work things around here," Stinson continued, "is that I sleep with one woman a night. Who that is depends upon what my fancy happens to be on that particular night. The other two sleep in the guest bedrooms. Of course, once we start to have children around here we'll have to come up with other arrangements. And that'll be in about seven months, won't it, Linda?"
"Yes," Linda said quietly, patting her stomach.
Jessica looked at Stinson, hardly having heard the allusion to Linda's pregnancy. Sleep with one woman a night? The little nerd didn't think he was going to sleep with her did he? She gave her body to no one who couldn't help her in some way. And this man was surely a low-level flunky if she'd ever seen one.
He finished showing her around the house - which was pitifully small in Jessica's opinion - while the two "wives" trailed along behind. She asked nothing, said nothing during the tour, simply going along with it, listening as he explained about household duties and work assignments and dinner schedules, but not really hearing him. When could she get away from him and meet someone who Mickered, she kept wondering? How long until she had a chance to talk to Bracken or Barnes?
Finally the tour came to an end at a closed door near the back of the house. "And this is the master bedroom," Stinson said, "or... the pleasure palace as I like to call it. Isn't that right, bitches?"
"Yes," they both dutifully replied in unison.
Jessica could barely keep her tongue in check as she heard this.
"And so now," Stinson said, a certain amount of eagerness on his face, "I think it's time for the breaking in. Linda, Cathy, you're dismissed to your duties."
"Yes, sir," they both replied. They immediately turned and walked away.
"Jessica," Stinson said, opening the door to the room and waving her inside, "shall we get to it?"
"Get to it?" she said icily, giving him her most contemptuous stare. It was a stare that could usually be counted on to cower just about anyone. In this case if did nothing but produce a dangerous look on Stinson. She didn't let that bother her however. She had more than her share of experience dealing with peons like this.
"We're married now," Stinson told her. "It's time for us to consummate that marriage. Get in the bedroom."
"Consummate?" she asked with a sharp laugh. "Oh I really don't think so."
"You... don't think so?" he asked, seemingly in disbelief.
"Listen, Stinson," she said. "You seem to be under the impression that I am some sort of... bimbo like the rest of the women in this town. Well let me tell you right now that I am not. I am a
woman of breeding and education. I have a bachelor's degree in history and I was married to a lawyer before the comet. I was the president of the homeowner's association back in Garden Hill and I was a key member of the ruling council."
Stinson's mouth dropped open in sheer surprise at what he was hearing. His face started to turn red. "You... you... how dare you..."
"And furthermore," Jessica went on, figuring that she was well on her way to gaining the upper hand, "I do not respond to assignments for housework. I don't do housework, I have it done for me. I do not take orders from little white trash hussies just because you've got them convinced that you are somebody. And most important of all, I will not be consummating anything with you. Now why don't you take me to someone important in this town so I can explain this to them and get assigned to a household that is a little more fitting of my background."
She saw the fist coming but did nothing to stop it. It was his right hand and it swung upward from his waist with lightening speed, moving directly for her face. She could have ducked, could have raised her hand in defense, but so disbelieving was she that someone - especially a nerdy geek like this - would dare strike her, that she only stood there. It crashed into the side of her face like a sledgehammer and pain exploded in her head. Bright stars fired off before her eyes as she was slammed into the wall next to her. She stumbled a few steps, dazed and confused, trying to regain her balance, but before she could, the left hand swung up and struck her on the other side of her face. She spun around with the sheer force of it, dropping to her knees on the carpet of the doorway. Blood was running slowly down her cheek and pattering to the floor from a cut below her eye.
Stinson grabbed her by her blonde hair and lifted up on her, pulling her painfully to her feet. Another blow landed on her back, right in the left kidney, driving the wind from her lungs. She tried to fall down again but the hand in her hair prevented this. She was dragged forcefully over to the bed and thrown bodily upon it. Her head was still ringing and she was still in a state of complete shock as he began talking to her.
