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Subject: {ASSM} MALLIONS (NC-17) (Femdom) part-1
Date: Sun, 15 Jul 2001 09:10:02 -0400
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                    Old Lyme,CT
                     June 29th
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                     R.I.P

         Mary Harper Porter

         Born April 5th 2010

         Died June 28th 2044

         Beloved Wife of Robert Porter

         Beloved Mother of Peter Porter


Glancing at the large piece of Redwood planking my son had carved and
then burned the words into the surface that was now stuck end on into
the ground (so as to be used as the grave marker for my wife) I knew I
should have been able to at least muster one lousy tear on her behalf,
but truth be told I was simply in a state of shock at what I had gone
through the last eight days!

Eight days to which I and my son had been witness to the outright murder
of 99.9% (or thereabouts) of the population of the good old USA, who had
died off from the effects (I learned just at the end of it all when some
real information finally leaked out to us) from an intentionally
released biological plague.

Who and Why they had released it was still a complete mystery to me, and
probably would be one forever to me and anyone else who was still alive
and cared, as shortly before the President had died (Pete had learned
from a source in Italy on the portion of the internet still alive at
that time) it seems she had fired off at the Middle East a good part of
our nuclear arsenal, which according to the fellow in Italy who Pete had
heard it from, and who had himself heard it from an official government
spokesman on ITV which according to the NATO people (who leaked it) had
devastated all of Northern Africa and all of the Mideast and maybe even
some of India, with the exception (maybe) for the state of Israel
although he wasn't even sure about that!

Also Pete told me that as far as he could learn from the people still on
the net only the people in New Zealand and Iceland and some of the
smaller more isolated islands were still unaffected as of this date, and
that they were desperately trying to find a way to fight it, but from
what he read he told me that they were not very hopeful about it!

So much so in fact that they were broadcasting information on their
media outlets informing all their citizens about vital information the
inevitable survivors (whoever they ended up being) would need to know in
order to try to rebuild after the plague burnt itself out!

Looking down into the hole (as I heaved a great sigh) at the homemade
cedar coffin I had made for her with my own hands, as I had found that
all the coffins had been used up by that time, so as I set all that
prologue to the back of my mind (for later thought and reflection, I
then reached over and grabbed one of the shovels we had used to dig her
grave in the back yard with in my hard calloused working mans hands, as
I then started to methodically spade the dirt back into the hole and
onto her coffin, which was when I heard him start to cry.

Knowing I should go to him but knowing as well that I had nothing
whatsoever to offer him in the way of emotional comfort as well, so
stealing myself against the tears of my 16 year old son I just put my
head down and kept on shovelling, until I realized, at some point that
there was simply no more dirt left to shovel back into the hole, at
which point I then stuck the shovel into the ground and walked on over
to the wheel barrow that contained a couple of small rose bushes (that
were her favorites) that I had removed from the front lawns flower bed
an hour earlier, at which point I then removed and then set them down by
her grave.

After I then finished planting them (one on either side of her fresh
grave) I then picked up both shovels (and the pick) and dropped them
into the now empty wheel barrow, and then I wheeled it back into the
small green prefab shed (located on the far side of the house) and put
them away like I had done countless times in the past as I then slowly
closed the door, as at that moment (as I pressed my forehead against the
rough wooden door) I realized for the sake of our sanity if for no other
reason that we had to get the fucking hell out of the house, and move to
somewhere (anywhere) else as this place with all its memories of her had
now become unlivable for me !

So walking back over to Pete (who I noticed still had tears running down
his face) I put my hand on his shoulder (which was almost at my own
shoulders level now as he had grown 5 inches in the last year) and told
him to go to his room and grab what he needed to take with him, as I
told him that we were going to move to a house that I knew of on a small
farm on the northern edge of town, at which point I then went to my room
and packed what little I needed (which barely filled one suitcase) to
take with me, along with grabbing my old 870 pump and a box or three of
shells for it.

              July 23rd

Much to write in this entry in this journal that I decided to start
yesterday, but where to start....well here goes....It looks like the
move worked out better than I hoped!

As instead of one house we had our pick of three, one rambling old style
two story house on the farm proper, plus two modern split level ranch
houses (that I learned from the paperwork still in the houses that they
had just put up not three months ago) not a hundred yards down the road,
both of which have the latest in Solar Technology built right into them,
so when the Millstone-6 Fusion reactors finally shut down (a week or a
year from now who knows) we now know that we will still have
electricity, and hot water and heat for the houses to get through the
bitter New England winter with.

Using the one fully furnished house we found for our day to day living
we then converted the unfurnished ranch into a kinda work/machine shop,
and the farmhouse we eventually decided to use for now as storage space,
mainly for all the items we will need to scavage from off the carcass of
civilization in the coming months before the roads became completely
unusable.

To that end we took care of the livestock we found still alive on the
farm (and the three other nearby farms) which consists mainly of a
bakers dozen milking cows (that don't give any milk among the lot of
them which figures so we are now looking for a bull or two to breed
them) and about a hundred chickens we will be using for eggs and fresh
meat mostly.

We have as well been letting loose any cows and horses and other farm
animals we see which we have found on the surrounding farms along the
way as we travel that we cannot use, as it seems to cruel to leave them
locked up or paddocked into near bare fields to slowly starve to death,
although we figure for every cow and horse we see and set free there
must be a thousand that we don't!
 
Anyway we have been traveling around eastern Connecticut and parts of
Rhode Island for a few weeks now in a couple of very large tow trucks
that were used to tow large trucks, mostly on secondary roads because it
seems most people who got sick went nuts towards the end, and tried to
flee to safety (even though there was no place to flee to) as we have
found that 95 and all the other major highways (in both direction and in
all lanes) are now just one long (maybe hundreds of miles long in
places) car wreck!

Frankly that is the one thing that spooks the shit out of me the most,
as I recall an old old B&W Raymond Massey/Ralph Richardson movie I saw
in highschool that had a scene in it that I recall vividly (in my
nightmares) about some fictional pre WW2 plague in which the victims
felt the need to get up off of their death beds and wander the streets
infecting others, only in this case it seems they drove all over Hells
Creation in their electric cars which must have been the reason it had
spread like wildfire!

Anyway two days after we started driving around picking up things we
needed here and there we decided to split up, seeing as Pete handled
driving the trucks as well as I did, especially seeing as the going was
so slow as at most we could only push the damn trucks up to 25 mph at
most to the destination (and little faster from it as we were likely as
not at that point towing a trailer full of stuff behind us) as even on
the back roads we had to either completely bypass or stop to clear
wrecks, so as a result places that used to take an hour or two to get to
now take us on average half a day or more now to get to and back.

By the way Pete had a great idea to keep in touch with each other out of
VHF range (which was why I agreed to split up) by using satellite phones
which still worked perfectly we found, and which we liberated in large
numbers from a couple of the local Radio Shacks, along with some VHF
radios we installed in the houses and trucks!

So to that end around the 3rd of July is when we or rather me in this
instance (as I was alone at the time) up around the Middletown/Portland
area met the first of the fellow plague survivors that was now all that
was left of the human race, when as I stopped to clear an intersection
of a couple of cars for the hundred and tenth time that I simply couldnt
push out of the way so I could get by, a large tan colored Caddy quite
simply drove around the bend in the road ahead of me and simply drove on
up to me and stopped not twenty feet from me.

After standing there holding the grapple hook looking at them, and they
sitting in their car looking back at me for some minutes, at which point
finally the driver (a tall lanky 19 year old black man with bad acne
named Mike Slade ) deciding to take the bull by the horns got on out of
the car and walked on up to me and casually asked me if I was dangerous?

Shaking my head as I dropped the grapple I spread my hands wide and
showed him I didn't even have a pen knife on me, at which point after
shaking his outstreched hand his three passengers then got on out of the
car and came on over to see who I was.

After introducing ourselves the three women went back to the car and
fetched a couple of large coolers and a tarp from the trunk, at which
point we then went on over to the shade of a large oak tree growing on
one side of the intersection and spread out lunch such as it was, which
consisted of can ham/tuna/chicken and canned and bottled condiments and
(slurp!) homemade bread on the overgrown lawn, at which point as we ate
(and drank cold beer which I provided) I told them my story and they
told me theirs!

Turns out the three women were related as the two average looking thirty
something women were sisters named of Lisa Marston and Debbie Marston
Litchfield and Debbie's 13 year old daughter Candy.

Originally it seems Lisa was born in a small town in southern New Jersey
called Cumberland, and sometime around 38 she had moved to Cape Cod, and
her sister who had been up visiting her on Cape Cod for the summer (to
get over her divorce) which was when the plague hit, and that they were
now simply trying to get back home!

While on the other hand Mike who had been a freshman at Boston
University had been spending the summer on the Cape with his girl
friend, who sad to say had died and now he was as well on his way home
to Baltimore when by chance he had hooked up with the women in Attleboro
Massachusetts three days ago and they had been traveling together ever
since!

And that now when we had chanced upon each other they had been trying to
find a way to cross the Connecticut River, but they told me that they
were having no luck finding an open bridge, at which point I regretfully
informed them that all the bridges to the south were jammed up as well!

So when we finished eating I then invirted them to come on back with me
and stay with us for the night, which they declined politely at which
point they decided among themselves that they would cross the bridge in
Middletown on foot, and then they would just grab a new car on the other
side, at which point I was struck with an idea.

So going back to my truck I grabbed the two extra phones I had just
picked up that morning and wrote their numbers down on a piece of paper
and stuck it in my pants pocket, at which point I then wrote the numbers
for the phones we used and I then gave them to the four of them, and
told them to keep in touch with us, and to pass on the numbers and the
knowledge to anyone else they meet along the way as they climbed back
into their car and took off once again!

After that it was Peter's turn as around the 6th he found a ten year old
girl named Brenda Gladchuck, who was he told me wandering around in a
Wal-Mart in Groton (eating junk food and sleeping in the furniture
stores) who when I talked to her told us her mother had died around june
27th, and all she could tell us about her father was that her daddy
worked in a submarine (which told us he was likely as not dead), and as
well she told us that when the food ran out in the house that was when
she had gone looking for something to eat.

So having no other option as I saw it we took her in, which has seemed
to give Pete a little lift as now he has a sister to look after.

After that the next encounter was when on the 14th we saw a helicopter,
which flew directly over us around noon and which landed in a nearby
field after we flashed a mirror at her, it turned out that the pilot of
the chopper was a sixty four year old grandmother and that her name was
Jenny Lynn.

It turned out that she used to fly for the old Life Star ambulance
service forty years ago, and that she was now heading down south to
Florida to see if her son and daughter in law were still alive, so when
she left the next morniing as she was in a hurry we gave her our list of
phone numbers and a couple of phones as well!

The next encounter occured when on the 22nd, as I was getting ready to
talk back to Peter on the VHF (who was two towns over at the time) which
was when some strange womans voice broke into our conversation to ask us
who we were and where were we?

Turns out it was four women (Kathy Richmond Debra Harding Jane Meadows
and Donna Dixon) who had been cruising up the Connecticut River in a
cabin cruiser, and that they were just passing Chester on their way to
Hartford when they heard us on their radio.

So after talking to them for a bit we learned that they were from some
place called Munden which was located in Virginia, and that they were
headed on up to Hartford to check on the whereabouts on someone they
knew to be up there.

And as we talked they told us that when they checked it out and turned
around and headed on back down, they would stop on in for a visit if we
told them of a good sized dock they could tie up at (they figured)
sometime on or about the 25th.



                 July 25th
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Well I spent most all of yesterday getting the Coast Guard dock (located
just upriver past the 95 bridge) ready, and this morning at 9:26 am, as
I stood down on the dock waiting they showed up as they promised.

Turns out they said to me on the radio that the woman they went to meet
had been a little harder to track down, but as I saw her, (an
unremarkable looking fortyish woman) who turned out was worth the trip
as she is a Doctor (those being in short supply at the moment) who was
(I saw) standing on the deck of the magnificent looking cruiser, so it
was a moment before I noticed the four women, who were it seems the ones
crewing the boat.

Which I found (as I looked at them) to be four of the most gorgeous
looking women I have ever seen in person in my life as everyone of the
four of them were dressed in string bikinis which left nothing to the
imagination.

Which must have been their plan as being so distracted by their beauty
it was way to easy for one of them to simply walk up behind me as I
turned, and hypo me in the back of the shoulder which dropped me
instantly!

Kinda waking up a few minutes later I was dimly aware of one of the
women asking me all kinds of questions, which I was answering without
even thinking about, such things as who I was and where was Pete and so
on and so forth until it suddenly stopped, at which point they produced
one of the satellite phones and told me to call Pete and tell him to
come down to the docks with Brenda, as we were going to have lunch on
the boat.

Then the next thing I knew I saw them leading Peter into the room I was
in, like he was a zombie, at which point I heard one of the women asking
another one of the women (I couldn't see) if she should start the
process (as I heard the motors of the boat roar to life)at which point
the one woman I saw said to the one I couldn't see,NO we will get them
home first so just put them to sleep at which point I saw them jab a
needle into my arm (which I didn't feel) and at that point it was lights
out for good!


to be continued...


   

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