Prologue

No one knows what really happened. Maybe a group of terrorists somehow managed to get their hands on some launch codes. Maybe a power-mad dictator of some tiny third-world country built himself some nukes. Maybe someone in the former Soviet Union thought the cold war was still going on, and decided to start a real war. Heck, I'm not even sure it WAS nukes, it could have been some sort of bombardment from space. For all I know, some psychic teenager lost control of his powers, and started blowing up all the cities of the world with his mind, like that old Japanese cartoon.

Whatever happened, the world has been destroyed. No more civilization, no more laws, no more governments, no more Internet, no more fast food - yeah, that last one kind of got to me the most. I'm not a fast food junkie, but the thought of never being able to have a big greasy bacon cheeseburger again just makes me want one even more.

I managed to see some satellite TV reports from around the globe - before everything went black - and the story from every continent was the same. Anywhere that a city of any size once stood, there was now a massive crater. The same goes for most larger towns and villages, from what I've heard. There was a bit of shortwave chatter for a couple of hours after the TV crews stopped broadcasting, but that trickled to a stop as well.

I've run into a few survivors in the weeks since the world ended. Some have just given up, and I knew they would be dead soon, whether by their own hand, from starvation, or from the savagery of their "fellow" man. Others have banded together and tried to cling to the tattered remnants of civilization, and while they are wary of strangers, they hunger for news and social contact, as well as more practical things like food, water, clothing, and ammunition, and are willing to barter for something they need.

Then, there are the savages. They take what they want, whether it's food or a woman. They kill for the sport of it, and destroy what they don't loot. It seems they relish the chance to act outside of the normal bounds of society. Of course, society is no more, but that is no excuse to descend into barbarism. I ran across one group that... No, I can't even put the words to paper, it still turns my stomach!

Part 1

The piercing scream echoed through the woods, Jack thought it sounded pretty close. Closing his journal, he hurriedly dowsed the small fire and stashed his pack under some heavy brush. Grabbing the shotgun, he quietly made his way towards the road, in the direction of the scream. He soon found the source of the noise, a fairly young woman lay crumpled on the side of the road under the late afternoon sun, while two little girls tugged at her and cried, "Mommy, wake up!" Several feet away, there were a couple of gaunt survivors who seemed to be squabbling over a small sack of food.

After surveying the situation for a second, Jack stepped out of the woods, racking the shotgun as he proceeded. While not particularly loud, the sound seemed to echo, causing all activity to cease. Wide eyes focused on the gun, one of the scavengers muttered, "We wasn't gonna do nothin', we was just hungry, that's all," as the sack of food and a makeshift club slipped from his nerveless fingers.

"Leave, or die," Jack calmly stated. Without a look back, the two bandits took off down the road as fast as their feet could carry them, and soon disappeared.

As the girls eyed him with frightened stares, Jack bent down to check on their mother. Other than a bump and cut near her temple where she had been clubbed, she seemed to be in good shape. Jack just hoped there wasn't a concussion, as he had no way to treat something like that. Quickly checking the club and bag of food, he discovered that the flimsy piece of wood was worthless, and the bag just contained a couple of crusts of moldy bread.

Returning to the woman, Jack began to put her over his shoulder in a fireman's carry. "NO!!" the older girl screamed suddenly, "What are you doing to her? Leave her alone!"

"Relax, kiddo," chuckled Jack, "I'm taking her to my camp where I can give her some first aid. Besides, I don't think we should wait around for those guys to come back, or for someone worse to come and investigate the noise. Now both of you follow me and stay quiet." Glancing quickly down the road in the direction the bandits had taken, the girls fell in line behind Jack, anxiously watching him with tear-stained faces.

As he settled the woman over his shoulder, he accidentally grabbed a handful of her ass. It was nice and firm, yet with a slight bit of pleasing plumpness. The accidental groping caused his groin to twitch, and as they headed to his camp he began to think of her more than just as an injured person. She was actually a quite pretty redhead under the grime, with pale skin, full lips, and nice breasts that looked to be a good handful. She seemed to be in her mid-twenties, and was wearing a fairly short skirt and a camisole top. Jack began to grow acutely aware that due to the way he was carrying her, his forearm was brushing her lace covered crotch, which seemed to be getting increasingly moist.

By the time they reached Jack's campsite, the woman was almost awake, groaning and twitching. While the girls sat quietly watching, Jack cleaned and dressed the wound, and then sat back to await her recovery. As he did, he noticed that both of the little girls were sitting with their knees up to their chest the way little girls like to do, unwittingly giving him a perfect look at their panty-clad crotches. Even though their panties were filthy, the sight caused several more twitches in his groin, quickly bringing his cock to half-mast. Unbelievably, it almost seemed like the younger girl noticed his gaze, and she innocently opened her legs a bit wider, smiling at him.

He looked the two girls over, the older one was about ten years old, and she was wearing a denim skirt with a simple white peasant blouse, unfortunately almost ruined by many days of constant wear. Her honey-brown hair was pulled back in a long braid, and her panties were pink.

The younger girl looked to be around six; wearing a soiled green, yellow, and white sundress. Her hair was much lighter than her sister's, almost blonde with a hint of red to it. The hair was gathered into twin pigtails that hung down to her neck. From what he could see, her panties had little teddy bears on them. One edge of a leg hole was pulled a bit into her slit, showing him a hint of her puffy outer lips. The sight caused Jack's cock to jump, and he hurriedly focused his attention back on the girls' mother.

Soon, Jack and the girls heard a louder groan as the mother awoke. "Unnhh, wha' happn?" she mumbled. Spying Jack looking at her, she began to scramble to her feet in a panic, eyes wide with fright. "Who are you? Don't touch me! DON'T HURT MY GIRLS!" she yelled. "OHHH, my head!" She collapsed back onto the sleeping bag Jack had placed her on, as she grimaced in pain and began gingerly feeling the bandage on her head.

"It's OK, Mommy," the older girl chirped, "he wasn't one of the bad men, he helped us."

"Here, take this," Jack said, handing the mother a pill and cup of water. "It's just a painkiller. My name's Jack Weber."

Gratefully accepting the pill, the woman apologized for her earlier panic. "Thanks, I'm sorry for that, the last thing I remember is those guys jumping out and attacking us. My name is Tiffany Foster, and these are my daughters."

"I'm Carrie Anne," the oldest girl piped.

"And I'm Missy," chimed in the younger girl. "It's short for Melissa."

"Well, I'm pleased to meet all of you lovely ladies," smiled Jack, as Tiffany pinked slightly and the girls giggled. "Judging from those crusts of bread, you folks haven't had a decent meal in a while. There should still be some fish on the stringer from my breakfast this morning."

Jack quickly rebuilt his fire, cleaned the fish, and cooked them. He grinned as he watched Tiffany and the girls wolf down a sizeable portion of the fish and some instant mashed potatoes he had made. After dinner, Jack said, "We can get a good night's sleep here, and after breakfast I'll help you guys back on your way with what food I can spare..." He paused as he saw a stricken look flash across Tiffany's face.

Looking crestfallen, she said, "We... we aren't going anywhere in particular, we were just heading away from the city. We had driven out for a picnic in the country, I saw the bright flash of light from the city, and then we heard that horrible noise. I heard on the radio that cities were being destroyed around the globe, so I just headed as far away from the city as I could. The third day, someone stopped us in the road at gunpoint and stole the car, so we've just been walking since then, trying to find food and staying away from people... Of course, you saw how well that worked out."

"You were lucky, those guys just wanted food." said Jack. Spying the girls playing down by the stream out of earshot, he continued, "I... I came across a group of sick fucks who had captured a family. They had found a bunch of liquor somewhere, and they threw themselves a party. They tortured the father, and then made him watch as they did unspeakable things to his family. By the time I arrived, they had... had killed... the rest of the family, except for the father, who was still tied up. The vermin had all passed out drunk when I got there, so I snuck in the camp and freed the father. He just asked for my machete, and went around slaughtering all of the men, no, the ANIMALS who had destroyed his family. After he was finished, I guess he found a gun somewhere, and he... he shot himself..." Jack turned away and gazed hollowly into the campfire.

"Oh, that's awful!" cried Tiffany, as Jack saw her try to discreetly brush away a glimmer of moisture in her eyes. "Something like that is all the more reason why it isn't safe for us to travel alone! Is there any way we could go with you wherever you are heading? We can help cook the meals and so on."

Shaking his head, Jack sighed. "I wish I could help, but I've got a long journey ahead of me, and having you three along would slow me down considerably. It just wouldn't be worth it to me."

Desperation showed in her eyes. "Please!" Tiffany pleaded. "If not for me, do it for the girls' sakes. They seem to like you, and I can tell you are a sensitive man. Can you truly send us on our way, knowing that we may end up like that family? The girls are good troopers, and we won't slow you down that much! We'll... I'll do ANYTHING!" She visibly gathered her resolve, and moved closer to Jack, reddening noticeably as she did so. As she started to lightly rub his leg, she whispered, "I'll do anything to protect my girls. Please reconsider."

Jack could tell that she wasn't the kind to casually throw herself at a man, and thought long and hard about her proposal. "As tempting as your offer is, and I DO find you very desirable, I'm afraid it just wouldn't work. However, I do have another idea. You see, not only do I find you quite attractive, I also... I find your girls attractive. As long as I can remember, I've always loved being around little girls. If I take all three of you with me, then all three of you will need to do what I say."

Tiffany gasped, and said, "You mean you're a pervert!? NO! My grandfather did things to me as a little girl, and no parent would turn their kids over to a molester!"

As she started to storm off and get her children, Jack called out to her "Wait, please... I'm not a molester. You don't need to leave tonight, my original offer still stands. You can rest here tonight, SAFE, and leave in the morning with some food. I'm sorry about your grandfather, did he hurt you?"

Tiffany slowly stumbled to a stop and looked back at him. "N-no," she murmured. "I dearly loved him, and he was always gentle. I loved the attention from him, and the things he did made me feel good. It was only when I was grown up that I realized how wrong it was for him to do that to me."

Jack rubbed his chin in thought a moment, and said, "You loved him, and he loved you, the stuff he did brought pleasure to both of you. Who said that is wrong? Society? In case you haven't noticed, society was wiped out along with all of the cities."

Clearly confused, Tiffany sat back down, as Jack continued. "I'd rather be up front about my intentions than have some incident happen down the road that ruins our relationship. If you think traveling alone is better than going with a pervert, then we can part ways in the morning, but if you still want to travel with me, knowing my intentions and knowing there are worse things out there than someone like me, you'll need to talk it over with the girls. They'd need to agree to it as well, instead of having it forced on them just to save your own skin, not that I think you'd do anything like that."

Pensively, Tiffany stared into the fire for a few minutes. Hesitantly, she asked, "I-if we did agree to go with you, wh-what would you do to them?"

Jack smiled. "Don't worry, I'll be gentle. I'd like to see them naked, and touch them. They could play with my cock, and if they wanted to, they could suck it. Sex wouldn't be until they were ready. On the non-sexual side of things, since it IS very dangerous out here, they would need to follow my orders, or else they'd be disciplined. That goes for you as well."

Aghast, she looked at him. "Disciplined? What do you mean?"

"Well, how do you normally discipline them?" asked Jack. "Don't forget, out here you can't ground them, or send them to their room, or take away toys or TV privileges. What does that leave?"

Looking down, Tiffany muttered, "Spankings... I've had to spank them before, but I'm too old to be spanked!"

Jack chuckled, "We'll see, won't we?"

Slowly, Tiffany approached her children and began to talk to them. Jack watched out of the corner of his eye as he began making some makeshift beds for all of them. Soon, Tiffany and the girls came back over to the fire. "We've talked it over," she said, "and we've decided - ALL OF US - that it's safer for us to go with you and abide by your wishes."

Jack looked at the girls. "Did your mother explain everything?"

Carrie Anne nodded. "She said you want to see us naked, and touch us, you know, down there, and maybe even put your thing in us."

"How come?" said Missy.

Jack smiled at her. "Well, I think all three of you are very pretty, and it makes me feel good to see you naked. It will also feel good when I touch you, or have you touch me. Hopefully, it will make you feel good as well."

Shyly, Carrie Anne said, "Sometimes... when I was at home, I'd rub my cunny on Mr. Bear, and it felt good!"

Her sister joined in, "When Daddy used to give me a bath, he'd rub soap on there, and it tickled! Are you gonna do that?"

Jack nodded. "That's OK then!" giggled Missy.

"All right, ladies, let's get started!" Jack said as he smiled. Tiffany began to look unsure as he continued. "I want all three of you to take off all of your clothes right now."

The girls looked over at their mother, who slowly nodded as she began turning redder and redder with each passing second. Jack watched as the girls quickly shucked their clothes, while their mother was a little slower. It almost seemed to Jack that she was being slightly provocative as she stripped, bending down here, stretching there, and so on. Finally, they were all nude in front of him, Tiffany futilely trying to hide her breasts and crotch with her arms for a few moments, and then giving up and letting them drop to her side.

Jack gazed at the three in turn, his eyes eagerly soaking up the sight of Missy's puffy lips and non-existent breasts, then moving on to Carrie Anne's taller figure. Her crotch was more developed than her sister's, and had a fairly prominent clit sticking out proudly. Her breasts were still the flat of prepubescence, but had just a hint of swelling around the nipples and areolas.

Jack's gaze then moved on to their mother, who by now was blushing profusely as she watched him. Jack's eyes widened as he saw that her crotch was as devoid of hair as those of her daughters, and he surmised that she must have had some permanent hair removal done. She followed his gaze, and embarrassed, murmured, "It was my ex's idea, he paid to have it done."

"It's beautiful," said Jack, as she blushed even more. Moving up to her chest, he smiled as he saw that her breasts were nice and firm B-cups, with slightly puffy areolas and rock hard nipples that stuck out about half an inch.

Smiling, Jack looked at Tiffany, and she proudly said, "Yes, my breasts are all real."

Still enjoying the view, Jack began rummaging in his pack. "Okay, now I want you three to..." he paused for a second, building the suspense as he saw Tiffany grow increasingly nervous, "...go take a bath! YOU STINK! PEEYOO!" The girls giggled, and he saw relief wash over Tiffany, as he tossed some soap and a small bottle of shampoo at her.

The girls dashed to the stream and began splashing about as he told Tiffany, "We can deal with those dirty clothes in the morning, all of you look pretty tired." Rummaging in his pack again, he dug out a towel and three T-shirts. "The shirts should do well for the girls as nightshirts, although I'm afraid yours won't cover you as well. I don't really have anything for a bottom, though."

Smiling, Tiffany thanked him, and proceeded to the stream to join her girls in scrubbing off the accumulated grime.

End of Part 1

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