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Eden Below (Mggggg . . .  then, Mffffff . . . .,  cons, rom)


1)  It wasn't supposed to happen

     But it did somehow.  I never found out how or why.  All of a
sudden, it seemed like someone had taken over in Russia, and
simultaneously China went nuts.  The cold war was supposed to be
over, and it was never, ever suppose to get hot again.  But it did,
and fast.

     Apparently our people had intelligence from behind enemy
lines, because they obviously expected a shooting war, a nuclear
shooting war, far quicker than the press imagined.  I was sitting
in the Officer's club at Fairchild Air Force Base, outside of
Spokane, Washington, liaison officer between the Air Force and the
Washington Air National Guard, a great bunch of F-15 and F-16
weekend warriors who worked hard and partied harder.  Well, there
wasn't much else to do in Spokane.

     Everyone was glued to the news of course, and so was I,
nursing an ice tea and pushing some fries around on a plate
leftover from lunch, when a bunch of military police armed to the
teeth burst into the room, and I mean burst literally, knocking
over tables to shorten the path between the doors and me.  I could
feel my eyes growing wider as I realized I was their target.

     Two of them stopped directly in front of me and opened a
clipboard, looking me over, glancing at my identification badge and
my face, and back to the clipboard.

     "Your ID,"  one of them said.  I handed it over, and both of
them stared at it, and back to the clipboard.  "You coming with us,
take him." 

     Before I could say a word or even draw a breath, I was being
almost dragged through the room.  I remember looking back to see my
ID lying on the floor.  They had just dropped it there and left it,
as if I would no longer have any need for it.  Regardless of what
that meant, it had to be bad.

     Outside the club there was a hummer waiting, and they pushed
me bodily into the rear seat.  The humvee started moving before I
could even sit down, and was in third gear before I had my belt
buckled.  I looked over to the right at a grim face staring
straight ahead, not even noticing me.  Both the guy in the
passenger seat and my back seat companion were carrying M-16's,
cocked and locked, safety off, their trigger fingers extended along
the guard.

     The humvee pulled through the front gates without even slowing
down, and I noticed several more MP's with rifles keeping the
entrance clear.  We acquired two more hummers as escorts outside
the gates and roared down the entrance road at full tilt.  Before
we reached the nearest public road, two Blackhawks screamed
overhead.  The hummers all braked to a halt, MP's pouring out of
the other vehicles, running over to grab me out of the seat.  I
fumbled with the buckle and one of the MP's pulled a knife and cut
the belt right off.  This was bad, real bad.

     They hustled me over to one of the choppers and first tossed
a bright red binder inside, and then me.  A couple of pairs of arms
grabbed me and pulled me in as the Blackhawk lifted off and
immediately headed north under full military power, the turbines
screaming.   When I got buckled in, I stared around the
compartment.  There were two army types, special forces apparently,
though I didn't recognize the insignia at all.  And there was one
civilian, casually dressed, calmly sitting across from me, staring
me in the eye.  When he had my attention he flipped the red three-
ring binder into my lap.  It had a seal across the covers.

     "Those are your orders, start reading," the civilian said.

     "Where are we going?" I yelled above the turbine whine.

     "You don't need to know that," he said.

     "Why the hummers?"

     "In case we were late getting here."

     "Who are you?"

     The civilian said nothing, just stared at me.

     I looked at the binder, but there was nothing on the cover. 
Even the seal was blank, just a silver foil circle spanning the
edges.  I ripped through it and opened the binder to the first
page, which was a warning not to look at the contents.  I assumed
I could ignore that, so I flipped past.  The next page contained
two words, neatly centered;  "Operation Eden".

     Operation Eden was necessary, I read, because the military had
lied to us all.  It turned out that the nuclear winter that was
forecast by Carl Sagan and other scientists wasn't near the worse
outcome of a nuclear war.  Yes, the massive fireballs would create
a death shroud around the planet, but it would be easy enough for
a fair number of people to survive on canned goods in caves or
tunnels until it cleared.  No, that wasn't the problem.  The
problem was that no one really knew how bad the radiation effects
would be.

     Bombs can be made relatively clean.  Hiroshima for example,
was a relatively crude bomb, but by the time American experts
arrived there, a few weeks later, the residual radiation was hardly
noticeable.  But bombs could also be made dirty, easily.  The
doctrine of mutually insured destruction worked better in fact, if
the bombs were as dirty as possible.  So, without the knowledge of
most of the military establishment, a select group of missile
batteries were armed with what amounted to doomsday weapons.  Both
sides had them, the last resort against starting a war.  Set them
off and the world was over.  The rad count leftover was so high
that no humans would live, at least none in contact with the
surface, or breathing free air.  And the persistence was set to be
years, not days or weeks, so that surviving that ultimate war meant
planning for extreme circumstances.

     The extreme circumstance was a cavern, set deep in the earth. 
Human beings would be sent into the cavern to live for as long as
twenty-five years.  To extend the resources as long as possible,
and to provide for the most vital population to re-populate the
country, the occupants of the caverns would be eight-year old
girls.  The idea was that they would live down there for five
years, start to breed at puberty, raise three sets of children for
about fifteen years, and then emerge, to seek out the other
survivors for further breeding.

     Over the entire period of the cold war, genetic information
was compiled for young girls, building up a data base of candidates
in this city, constantly changed, so that a set of twenty-five
girls was always available, with several back-up candidates in case
some of the girls couldn't be found on doomsday.  The genetic
information was assembled from all kinds of innocent sounding
studies in schools and especially on the military base.  While my
chopper was winging north, every other possible form of conveyance
and military unit was out in the community rounding up the girls,
doing whatever it took to bring them to me.  You see, I was their
Adam.

     The materials spelled it out.  A live male was needed for
breeding and for leadership.  More than one male was highly
undesirable, studies had shown, because of the potential for
conflict.  In the event the male died, one female was to be
selected to lead, and artificial insemination would be used.  Thus
twenty five were ideal, twelve pairs of females living in separate
quarters together, and one female to accompany the male.  But live
sperm was preferred, according to the studies, and from one donor
to maximize the probability for favorable characteristics to be
expressed.  

     I remembered the studies I had participated in at the base. 
At the time they seemed harmless enough, but apparently my
particular genetic makeup had pleased some computer somewhere. 
Probably a few weeks later I would have crossed some magical age
barrier, and some other soldier would be here.  But right now, it
was me.  

     The program would never be initiated unless it was nearly
certain that all-out nuclear war was probable.  Keeping the lid on
it was difficult enough no doubt, but foraging into a civilian
community and kidnapping eight year old girls out of their mother's
arms . . . well, you could only get away with that once.  I didn't
need to read very far before I realized that we were about to be
fucked in the butt for real.  I looked up at the civilian across
from me, still staring at me with grey eyes.

     "Do you know what's in here?" I yelled.

     He said nothing, his face didn't even twitch.  Oh yeah, he
knew.

     I started to read again, but the chipper began to drop,
quickly, and it was on the ground before I had time to think.  Once
again hands grabbed me, pulling me out of the bird and into another
hummer, which again pulled away before my ass hit the seat.  The
hummmer raced across a tarmac weaving around about thirty other
choppers parked aimlessly around the pad, and screeched to a halt
in front of a plain concrete hut, like a bomb storage bunker.  I
was pushed through the door of the bunker and saw in front of me a
long corridor leading down into the earth.  I was practically
carried down the hall at a run until we entered through a big blast
door, a huge steel affair, into a small room with the strangest
thing sitting along one wall.

     Looking at it I couldn't help thinking of the Hunley, the
Confederate submarine, a long cigar-shaped iron tube that several
unlucky sailors occupied, hunched over a hand crank driving a
propeller.  This thing wasn't much bigger.  It was sitting on
tubular steel rails, like a roller coaster, with wheels that
surrounded the tube to keep it on the track.  The flat nose of the
weird car was just sticking into a tunnel, and I could see the
rails disappearing inside.  Evidently I was going to be put into
the car and shot down the rails into the tunnel.  I wasn't very
happy about this idea.

     But at least I would have company.  The top of the car was
made of two long hatches that were peeled open to gain access to
the inside.  As I was pulled over to the front of the car, I looked
back to see that a number of young girls, about twenty so far, had
preceded me.  They were being strapped, actually manacled, into
small seats that fit into the curvature of the sides of the car, so
that the girls were pitched at an angle, their heads leaning a bit
into the center.  All of the girls were crying, but evidently they
had been given some kind of sedative to keep them gentled down a
bit, as they weren't struggling too much.  

     I didn't have time to think about it anymore, because I was
bodily lifted into the car and deposited into a seat that ran
across the front of the car, so that I sat at ninety degrees to the
central aisle.  I wasn't locked in, just sat down, and the red
binder was deposited in my lap.  I wasn't even aware I had lost it
in the shuffle.  I looked around my little space to notice a panel
across from me on the opposite wall, hanging down a bit so that I
could easily reach up and over to access the controls.  There was
a note printed on a flat spot lower down that suggested I read
Section B of the manual immediately.

     I started to read while another girl was being rushed into the
room and grabbed, pushed and shoved into one of the seats, wailing
the whole time.  I glanced down to see that only three seats were
empty.  I could hear one of the soldiers in the room yelling "move,
move, quickly, get them in here."

     Section B opened up with a diagram of the car.  There were
schematics of the electrical system, and of a small backup diesel
engine that was located in a compartment in the rear.  The seating
arrangements were twelve girls along the right wall as you were
looking back, a small toilet taking up the extra space, with a
curtain for privacy.  The toilet was just an outhouse hole, and the
waste dropped onto the tracks.  The side without the toilet carried
thirteen girls.  I sat side-saddle right in front of the first
girls in each row.  Two girls occupied those seats, but I was too
busy even to glance up at their faces.  I was thinking about how
long we were suppose to be in this thing to require a toilet.  I
also noted a dozen bottles of water along bulkhead next to my seat,
and a thin blanket next to me.  We were going sleep in it?

     I looked up to see that the last three girls had been moved
into the room, and were being lifted inside.  I heard someone say,
"what do we do with this one?", and another soldier say, "take her
home, if you can."  Apparently they had one more girl than needed. 
I ignored this business to focus on the binder, reading about
emergency procedures and so forth.  Most of the operation was
automatic, unless something went wrong.  

     While I was lost in the binder, someone dropped a bundle of
additional pages in my lap, and then the hatches above our heads
were being closed.  As the light disappeared between the hatch
ends, the interior lighting of the car came on, so at least we
weren't in the dark.  But that didn't prevent a cascade of
screaming and crying washing over me, as the girls realized they
were going to be shut inside this thing like sardines in a can. 
Actually I was glad they were crying, it allowed me to be brave in
reaction.

     I looked down at my lap and saw that the pages contained
information about my young companions, one for each girl.  I leafed
through them briefly, and then inserted them into the binder in an
empty section designed for that purpose.  Just about when the
binder clicked shut there was a jolt and a whine as the car started
rolling.


2)  A wild ride, and some rules

     I tried to ignore what was going on and concentrate on the
binder, just to control my own panic.  I wasn't immune to
claustrophobia, and being locked into this little tube and shot
down a tunnel with hydrogen bombs overhead lead to all kinds of
images of a nasty death being trapped underground.  The girls
didn't have anything to distract their attention, and despite
whatever sedatives they had been given, the most awful wailing
ensued as the car picked up speed and the noise level of the wheels
on the tracks grew.

     "Shut the fuck up!" I yelled suddenly.  I looked down to see
twenty-five shocked pair of eyes on me.  "Keep the noise down, and
I'll tell you what's going on."

     There was some moaning and whimpering, but at least they were
through screaming for the moment.  Fortunately the ride was smooth
and level, not like a roller coaster at all.  You could sense the
motion was downward a bit, but once the car had reached its
cruising speed there was little sensation of motion.  

     "That's better," I said.  "Well, I assume those soldiers
didn't tell you anything, but we're expecting a nuclear war, and
this thing we're riding in is suppose to take us to a safe place." 


     "What about our families?" one of the girls spoke up, in the
midst of a renewed din of crying.

     "Shut up!" I yelled again.  I looked down the aisle, picked
out a face that seemed to be the source, and looked her in the eye. 
"What's your name?"

     "Reagan", the girl said.

     She was a very pretty girl, with long waves of brown hair, and
she seemed more composed than the others.  It was time to make
clear our positions.  I unstrapped myself from the seat and crawled
down the aisle, stopping in front of her.  Without warning I
reached up and gave her a hard slap across the face, a good loud
smack.

     There was an initial hush, followed by fresh cries and yelling
by the other girls.  I ignored the noise for the moment,
concentrating on the reaction from the girl named Reagan.  Tears
had welled up in her eyes but she didn't cry, and when she turned
back to me I could see anger written in her face.

     That was good and bad.  I had just skimmed a little bit of the
binder, but I didn't need to read what I already knew.  Keeping
control of a group like this over many years required absolute
authority, democracy was temporarily on hold.  In the future having
some of the girls being capable of providing leadership would be
necessary, but not now.  Reagan might have to go.

     "You will speak when spoken to, and address me as sir."
  
     I let her glare for the moment and returned to my seat, the
crying of the other girls settling down.  

     "I trust there won't be any more interruptions, so let's get
a few things straight."  I briefed them on the essential situation,
why they were here, what was expected to happen.  There were the
predictable bouts of crying, almost every girl's face was a mess of
tears and runny noses, but no one said a thing.

     "If they're right, and the war happens, then we're going to be
down there a very long time, about twenty-five years.  You were
selected based on that time table.  It will take you about five to
seven years to reach child bearing age, and we're allowed three
generations of children, all girls by the way, any boys will be
aborted."

     The girls were all silent now, obviously shocked by what I was
saying.  The last comment didn't even rate a reaction.

     "The facility is designed to hold that many girls.  There's a
diagram of the place here, it's incredible.  There's a huge
underground cavern as a living area, with a ceiling designed to
change colors like the day and night sky.  There are preserved
trees and fake grass, even an artificial pond, all designed to make
you feel like you're really outside.  Your living quarters are
twelve individual houses, two to each at first, with room for
children, and one girl living with me."

     I could see that the girls were actually curious and
interested in what I was saying, the thoughts of their mothers lost
for just a moment.  I could also see their reactions change when I
mentioned that one of them would be with me.

     "That's right, one of you will be living with me, and I won't
pull any punches, the purpose will be for sex.  I can't go rutting
among you like some sheik in a harem with my twenty-five virgins,
the people who built this facility are real prudes."

     I smiled a little at my joke, but the girls didn't think it
was very funny obviously.

     "Actually, I can't have sex with you all, because we can't
risk having more children.  The facility is designed for a limited
number.  I'll have sex with each of you a few times as you bear
children, but that's it.  That's how they designed it, and at least
I agree with them on this point.  If I was free to establish
relationships among you it would cause a lot of disharmony and
jealousy.  We're going to be in tight quarters for a long time, and
we need to get along."

     I went on to talk a little about the equipment caverns, where
air and water were purified and handled, and the extensive caves
full of supplies and food, including super-chilled freezers loaded
with milk products, cheese and other perishables, including a large
supply of meats and fish.  The scale of it was impressive beyond
belief.  All the time I was explaining these matters the car
continued clacking along the rails, rocking gently.  So far there
was no sign from the surface that anything had happened, and the
status panel across from me was silent.

     "Now, we need to get one thing straight right up front.  This
will not be a democracy.  I'm in charge of this facility, and I
have complete power over your lives, including the right to punish
you brutally and even to kill you if necessary."

     Some of the girls had been drifting off a bit as I detailed
the layout of our intended home, probably a result of whatever
sedative they had been given, but I could see down the dimly lit
aisle that all eyes were alert now.

     "I've been given orders, and they're suppose to be secret, but
I'm going to break the rules and read them to you, just so we're
clear."  I opened the binder to the section on maintaining order
and security.  There was a lot of interesting information on how to
monitor the girls' activities and equipment available for
punishment, but the introductory section basically said it all,
which I read aloud:

"Maintaining the facility for the purpose of procreation shall be
your first and only priority.  You are ordered to use whatever
means you consider necessary to maintain order and discipline. 
Studies of confined living conditions over extended periods of time
suggest that aggressive, violent means are most productive.  You
must not let emotion or pity stand in the way of your duty.  Your
authority is vital to the mission being achieved."

"Any threat to your authority must be extinguished immediately. 
While procreation requires most of the subjects to be alive at
child bearing age, you are authorized to execute any subject who
threatens your authority.  Studies show that an early exercise of
this authority would be useful to impress upon the remainder of the
subjects that disorder will not be tolerated.  It is therefore
suggested that the first subject to speak up or display an attitude
of objection to your authority be terminated.  It is further
suggested that the execution be public, violent and painful as
possible."

"You must first consider the objectives of your mission and put all
other considerations aside.  It is understood that you may be
sympathetic towards the subjects, as in any normal circumstances
you would protect them against harm, even to the extent of your own
life.  You are ordered to disregard your normal affections and to
protect your authority at all costs.  This cannot be emphasized
strongly enough."

     I looked down the aisle again to see a number of staring eyes,
which quickly looked away.  Some of the girls had their eyes
squeezed tightly shut and were weeping quietly again.  

     "It goes on like this at some length, even suggesting
particularly gruesome means of punishment and execution. 
Understand, these are orders, and I'm a soldier.  I don't know if
I agree with them or not, but I understand the need for this
mission to succeed well enough, and I will carry out my orders."

     I put the binder aside and crawled back down the aisle until
I was next to Reagan.  She was looking away towards the wall,
almost up actually, given the curvature of the wall and the way she
was strapped in.  I could see she knew I was kneeling beside her by
the heaving of her chest.  I reached up and grabbed her chin,
pulling her face to me.  Her eyes opened, and I could see the anger
was gone, replaced by terror.  She knew what I was going to say. 

     So I said nothing, just looked her in the eye.  I let my hand
drift down from her chin and slowly wrapped it around the front of
her neck and squeezed, not enough to cut off her breath, but enough
to let her know I could, and there was nothing she could do about
it.  After I moment I dropped eye contact and returned to the
front, leaving her shivering in fear.

     Point made.  She would be the first to go if it came to that. 
I hoped it wouldn't, in fact I had no intention of following these
orders unless there was no other choice.  They had been clearly
written by fanatics, the same ones who thought building a stockpile
of dirty weapons was somehow a reasonable response to a similar
threat.

     It wasn't only the section on executions.  I was also suppose
to enforce morality, celibacy and religious instruction, christian
of course.  I didn't tell the girls, but it wasn't just that the
facility couldn't hold all the accidental children I might father,
there were also no contraceptives provided of any kind.  The sole
relaxation of this scheme was to allow me one of the girls. 
Obviously they knew a man could only go so long before the
temptation would be overwhelming.

     The girls, or "subjects" that is, were assigned a computer
terminal and required to follow extensive lesson plans.  A lot of
it was logical and necessary, various skills required to
reestablish a civilization, agriculture, machine repair and
medicine, that sort of thing.  But a good chunk of it was civic and
religious training, designed to produce a race of chaste christians
to repopulate the earth.

     Well, screw them, I thought.  The first thing I intended to do
was to erase every bit of the religious programming built into the
facility network.  I'd be damned if we were going to cultivate the
same superstitious nonsense that resulted in the world being blown
up in the first place; muslim against hindus, arab against jews,
christians against christians.  No way, their computer had picked
the wrong guy.  Sure, outwardly I was a model soldier, church going
all the way.  Well, I had ambitions to move up in the ranks, and
acting like they wanted you to was part of the game.  But that's
all it had been for me, I didn't believe a word of it.

     For that matter, I planned to turn their whole experiment
upside down.  Rather than chaste christians I planned to return to
a real Eden, to father a race of new children, free of sexual
hangups, religion and shame of any kind.  I began to plot my
revenge on the idiots that blew up my world.  I had left family and
friends behind myself, after all.


3)  April

     First things first, I thought, in the midst of these thoughts. 
I addressed the girls again.

     "Now that we have that straight - I hope, for your sakes -
let's move on.  I don't want to know your names, not if I may have
to torture and kill you, it's better if I deal with you as
numbers."

     I could see the mention of torture and death had revived their
attention again.

     "I'm going to go down the aisle and assign you a number based
on your seating.  Don't forget it.  When we get settled it will be
imprinted on your shoulder to identify you for future breeding
purposes.  Each generation will be known by their original birth
mother, to discourage in-breeding as much as possible."

     I grabbed the binder and flipped to the section where their
individual pages were kept, and turned around to start the process.

     "Hey, look on the bright side," I said to their sad faces. 
"You're going to be famous, celebrated throughout history, the
mothers of the species."  

     It didn't look like being heroines of the human race was
cheering them up too much, so I started with down the aisle and
went through the binder, re-arranging the sheets in order as I
identified the girls.  I stopped for a moment to talk to each one,
and wiped their faces off with some towels that were stowed
underneath their seats.  Each girl was about the same, right around
eight years old, in good health and figure and very pretty, with
fine wavy hair.  I couldn't help thinking about the lunatic genetic
programs of the nazi's - all the girls were white for one thing, no
jews, no arabs, no blacks.  The fascist bastards.

     I was working down the right side, when I shined my light on
the next girl in line and was surprised to outline a rather plump
girl dressed in shorts and a white blouse, both of which were a
little small for her, as if she was being encouraged to slim down
by wearing tight clothes.  She was crying, as expected, but her
red, puffy eyes and blubbering lips couldn't hide how cute her
little face was, framed by soft blonde hair that rested on her
shoulders.  I ran my light up and down her body, noting her small
chubby hands trapped in the manacles and the shape and size of her
stubby legs.  If these girls were selected for their genes, I
wondered how this one passed the test.  Her plump little tummy was
outlined by the tight blouse.  It actually looked quite delightful,
I found myself longing to free it from its confines.

     "Your name?"  I asked.

     "April," she whimpered, shivering a bit, obviously scared of
me.  I checked the list, but there was no April.

     "Call me sir.  April is your given name?"

     "Sssorry?" she stammered, "Sir?"

     "April is your legal name, not a nickname?"

     "Yeah."

     "You're not on the list."

     "I'm sorry," she cried, a fresh tear sliding down her cheek. 
I reached up and caught the tear, rolling it between by finger and
thumb before tasting it with my lips.  I'm not sure why I did that,
and the gesture appeared to frighten April even more, as another
tear escaped each eye.  I wiped her face with a towel, and smoothed
her hair back from her face.  She really was quite lovely,
beautiful eyes and round cheeks, innocent and yet somehow a little
naughty it seemed to me.  I wondered if she gave into all her
desires, and not such just her obvious habit for food.

     "Not your fault," I said, "What's your last name?"

     "Lund, sir."

     "Hmmm, nope no Lund.  OK, I'll come back to you."

     I proceeded down the line, checking off the name of each girl
and assigning her a number.  Almost all the girls were crying when
I reached them, or had been recently.  By the time I had completed
the rounds, there was only one name left.

     I crawled back to the number eight seat, stopping beside her,
and wiping off her fresh tears.  I could see she was being squeezed
by the seat and her clothes, and reached over to undo the top
button on her shorts, pulling her blouse out a little, getting a
glimpse of flowery briefs underneath, full-sized cotton panties. 
I looked up at her eyes, staring back at me, a little bit in shock
from being touched so close to her privates.

     "The girl I'm missing is Abbey Leonard, does that mean
anything to you?"

     She shook her head up and down and said something I couldn't
catch over the rumbling of the tube train.

     "Say again?"  I turned an ear closer to her mouth.

     "Lives near me," she said.

     "Your friend?"

     She nodded, sort of.  Not quite a friend, maybe.

     I reached out and lifted up a necklace hanging from her neck,
noting the "AL" charm at the end of the chain.  "Abbey Leonard",
only it was the wrong "AL".  So, they screwed up, it was
understandable.  The soldiers who had retrieved the girl and
bundled her into this seat had no idea why they had been ordered to
do so, so they had no reason to wonder why this little girl didn't
fit the profile.  April had probably been in shock and didn't
protest, maybe they never gave her the chance - they went to the
right house and there was a girl of the right age with "AL" hanging
from her neck, Abbey Leonard.  Why stop to ask questions?

     "Was Abbey older than you?"
    
     The little girl shook her head up and down again, and said
something that might have been "a little".

     "About eight, slim, pretty?"

     She shook her head again, and said something that might have
been a "yes".

     "You were at her house when they came, eh?"

     She nodded again.  Who knew where Abbey Leonard had been?  In
the bathroom while they grabbed her friend?  It didn't matter now. 
She would soon be dead, unless this turned out to be a false alarm,
her chance to be Eve to the human race gone.  April Lund would
never be a mother, bad genes.  You didn't want the new humanity to
be pre-disposed to run to fat.  But there was another function she
could serve.

     "Looks like they got the wrong girl, I'm sorry. How old are
you?"

     She said something I couldn't catch.

     "Speak up!"

     "Seven . . . and a half, sir," I caught this time, through
another sob.

     "And a half, eh?  Well, looks like you're with me kid, you're
not in the program I'm afraid.  Sorry you're so young, but it can't
be helped, I'll need you."

     I could see she didn't understand, even though she had no
doubt been listening closely to my comments earlier.

     "Never mind, you're number eight, right?"

     She shook her head up and down.

     I looked her over again.  She was very young, but she appealed
to me.  I almost got hot thinking of what she might look like
naked, with her little white breasts and pussy lips framed by plump
thighs.  I thought of playing with her, teaching her to suck and
tease my cock.  It would be fun watching her body change as she
aged a few years.

     "We'll use April, OK?"

     She nodded.  I could see the cuffs were tight on her plump
little wrists, so I unlocked her harness.  Even free of the waist
belt the seat was tight on her, so I lifted her out and pushed her
forward up the little aisle.  

     "Go sit in my position, you'll be more comfortable,"  I
whispered in her ear as I pulled her from the seat.  As she moved
forward I changed my mind and pulled her back to me by her waist,
enjoying the way her flesh yielded to my grasp.  I took the key
chain from around my neck and dropped it over her head.  

     "Here, you can be my assistant, unlock anyone who needs to use
the bathroom.  Grab one of the water bottles up front and offer the
other girls a drink, OK?"

     April wiped her eyes with one hand and nodded her head up and
down.  She looked a little less shocked and weepy with something to
do, and crawled up front with her big bottom in the air framed
nicely by the shorts.  I gave her a pat on the seat as she moved
away and she jumped visibly.  As April was crawling back down with
the water I worked my way back up, and when she was near I leaned
close and spoke in her ear.

     "Try to find out who needs to use the bathroom the most and
take them first, we don't want any messes in here.  I'm surprised
no one has wet their pants by this time.  Go yourself first if you
have to."

     She nodded her head, and I kissed her on the forehead, and
told her "good girl", patting her behind again as I squeezed past
her.  She didn't jump this time.  

     When I reached the front I settled into the seat and checked
the list, making sure everyone was accounted for.  I was just
reaching up to check the comm panel again when the lights went out. 
There was a couple of screams and a lot of moaning and crying
before I let my eyes adjust to the dark and found the switches on
the panel to turn on the interior lights under battery power.  When
the light came on I managed to get the girls quieted down enough to
listen.  April was frozen in the middle of the aisle, and the girl
she had unlocked to use the bathroom was curled up in the back.

     "You, Number, what . . . Three I guess, go ahead and use the
bathroom, I'll explain what's going on."  She sat still for a
second, whimpering.  "Go on now!" I said, firmly.  

     That woke her up, along with her obvious need to use it, and
she crawled onto the seat behind the little panel and drew the
curtain.  I could hear the car slowing on the tracks, but it
continued to move down the track under it's own weight.  

     "The power went out because it was tied to the electrical grid
above.  Probably the power got cutoff by an airburst, it blew out
the grid.  If I'm right, we should feel a little shaking from the
blast in a minute."

     That quieted everyone down as they realized for a moment what
I meant.  Twenty-four pairs of eyes stared back at my, wide open.

     "There are diesel generators inside this tunnel we're
travelling through at intervals, and it will take about ten minutes
to warm them up before the outside power comes on.  In the meantime
we're still moving because the tracks are running downhill, like a
roller coaster.  When the power comes back on we'll start moving
faster, but not as quick as before.  According to what my orders
say, I would guess it will take about five hours to reach the end
at the lower speed."

     I could see some panic creeping back into their eyes.  Five
hours was a long time.  I wasn't very happy about it myself.

     "So, what we're going to do is take a bathroom break here, let
everyone stretch their legs a bit and get a drink of water.  When
you get back, April will lock you back in and will cover your legs
with a little blanket under your seat if you need it to keep warm,
and we'll all take a nap together for a few hours."

     Before I returned to my work, I thought I would explain the
situation.  "April's my choice for a companion by the way, so you
can relax there.  She wasn't meant to be here, so it works out just
right.  If you need to talk to me and you don't want to, talk to
her instead, she's in charge if I'm not around."

     I could see April's eyes get wide at this announcement, her
position being clear.  Actually, she seemed to perk up a bit, maybe
she liked the idea of being in charge.  I don't know how she felt
about the other implications of being my chosen one.  

     I wasn't sure how many of them would sleep, but at least they
would feel compelled to shut their eyes and stay quiet for awhile. 
Actually a little sleep sounded good to me as well, but I had a few
more things to do while April supervised the visits to the head. 
She was handling her job well, moving the girls along efficiently,
locking them back in when they were done.  A couple of the girls
obviously had cramps on the toilet and came out a little white
faced, embarrassed from the noise they had made.  But the mess was
being left safely behind us on tracks and the smell was being
handled by a fan above the seat, so the air was still sweet inside. 
Still, I don't suppose girl twenty-five was very happy about the
seating arrangements.

     I looked over the orders again, noting the procedures in case
the power didn't return.  The car had it's own built-in engine, but
it would be half again as slow as the track power.  I marvelled
again at the effort that had been expended to build this damn thing
and maintain it in total secrecy.  To move us outside the blast
radius and outside the future radiation effects at the surface some
twenty years from now meant that the tunnel had to be nearly eighty
miles long!  In the worst case, like if the track was to be twisted
by a close hit, we were to unbolt the front panel and walk along
the tracks, which would take many days.  There were provision
caches stashed along the tunnel for such an event.  Nothing could
be left to chance.

     I was about to check the comm panel again when the first
shudder moved through the car.  It was like an earthquake, but
sudden and sharp, and there were no real after shocks.  I looked
down the aisle at the girls, and I could see they realized what it
meant.  Within a few seconds there were two more bumps, and then a
third about twenty seconds later.  They were pounding the hell out
of Spokane obviously.  A few girls started to cry again.  There was
nothing to say.  Everyone we knew was dead or dying up there, and
most of them knew it.

     I switched on the comm panel using the battery power, and put
on the headphones, twisting the dial through the frequencies, but
there was nothing but static.  Given the electromagnetic
disturbance of a nuclear blast, that wasn't a surprise, but it
confirmed everything I already knew.  I switched over to a
receiving channel that was supposed to be hard wired.  The only
function was to give us the last status the system could compute
before it was blasted away, in that case the estimated level of the
attack.  When I switched over, a ghostly number gradually
brightened on an LCD built into the panel, "313".  I flipped to the
book and looked up the code:

"Code 313:   Full attack and response with complete or near
complete nuclear arsenals, with likely post-attack counter. 
Special forces launched.  Estimated higher life form survival rate
zero.  Estimated time to return to surface outside of blast areas
approximately 20 to 25 years."

     I decided not to lay that on the girls, they were in bad
enough shape.  Instead, I switched off the panel and started to
read the procedures for the rest of the day to take my mind off
what was happening above.  I felt two more shudders as I read,
farther away maybe, or more airbursts over the air force base to
the west.  Probably the hard bumps earlier were ground hits to take
out hard targets, maybe the mid-valley dam, or downtown.  I thought
we had made a deal to reduce the number of warheads in recent
years, but obviously there were plenty to go around if a relatively
small city like Spokane rated six hits.

     At the end of the track we would stop at a sealed door that I
had to open with a combination, given by the order book thankfully. 
We were required to leave our clothes behind and enter a shower
chamber where we were supposed to shave all our hair to prevent any
lice from being admitted into the living areas.  I decided that was
the first order of many I was going to disobey.  I'd be damned if
I was going to strip the girls that badly of their self-esteem in
these conditions.  I'd make sure they shaved their body hair, if
they had any, and check their heads good, but they could keep their
hair.  

     After the shower chamber there was a long-wave light treatment
and then the doors would be sealed behind us and big stone blocks
would be dropped in place to seal off the entrance, kind of like
the pyramids.  Charges would them be set off to collapse the tunnel
at many intervals to prevent anyone from following them down to us,
not that anyone would be left alive within a few weeks of a code
313 attack.

     The track power came back on as I was reading, and I could
feel the car picking up some speed.  I reached up and transferred
the interior power over from the batteries and the lights flickered
and brightened as the new power source invaded the circuits.  

     "Feel that?" I shouted to the girls.  "We're moving again."

     They didn't look relieved, but at least I could see they were
a little more settled.  The girl just to the left of me, one as I
numbered them, was twitching in her seat by the time April got to
her, and quickly crawled down the aisle when April unlocked her. 
When she returned and April locked her back in, I spoke to them
again.

     "OK, is there anyone who needs to use the bathroom, or needs
a drink or a blanket?"

     Number Twelve wanted a drink, but that was it.  April crawled 
down the aisle to accommodate her and then back up to me.  

     "Did you get a chance to go?"  I asked her.  I hadn't noticed. 
She shook her head no, so I told her to go, even if she didn't
really feel like it.  When she was done and had crawled back, I
moved around her and left her in my seat while I visited the head. 
The nice thing about traveling with girls was they were neat, I
thought to myself with a smile.  The small metal seat had been
obviously been wiped clean, and the girls had used plenty of the
toilet paper and the little sink to wash themselves.

     I crawled back up to the front afterwards, checking each of
the girls, tucking in their thin blankets and telling them to go to
sleep.  I turned down the lights a little bit, and then a little
more, and it looked like things were going to be quiet for awhile. 
I decided to catch a nap with April.

     "Get up honey," I said, and pulled her from my seat into the
aisle.  I settled into the seat, and then pulled her bodily up over
me, tummy to tummy, grabbing her plush bottom cheeks for leverage,
and locking my legs over hers.  I reached down and pulled one of
the blankets from beside my seat to cover her bare legs and then
kind of squished her around until I was comfortable with the way
she was lying on me.  I cupped one hand around her bottom in a
manner not fatherly at all, and stroked her back with the other. 
It was kind of soon to get intimate, but she may as well get used
to me.  I didn't hold with underage sex, but circumstances had
changed, and I'd be damned if I was going to be without sex for
several years.  April was just going to have to adapt. 

     At first she was tense from being manhandled like that, but
after a few minutes she relaxed and melted into my chest a bit,
laying her head down and wrapping her arms around me for comfort. 
I squeezed her bottom gently and stroked her back, enjoying the
feel of her soft round body lying on me.  The way she was arranged,
I could see down her blouse to notice she had little breasts,
basically just due to her weight I suppose, although they had nice
little puffy nipples on the points straining against the fabric of
her tight blouse.  Her bottom was so soft it was like foam rubber,
you could almost sink your hands into it.

     As April seemed to be alright for the moment, I shut my eyes
for a little sleep.  It was difficult at first, but the steady
click-clack of the car moving down the steel rails and the quiet of
the girls allowed me to start to nod off.  But before I allowed my
mind to drift, I couldn't help noticing that April was not sleepy
at all.  I could hear and feel her breath coming quicker, kind of
a soft panting through her nose.

     I was going to ask her if she was OK, but then I felt her
shift a little on my body.  I suddenly realized that in this
position my cock was jammed right against her chubby little pussy,
and that she could feel it down there, pressed into her at the most
sensitive point.  Holding the warm girl like that had stiffened me
a little, not a complete woody or anything, just enough to provide
a bulge that was now rubbing her crotch.  I smiled and shifted our
positions a bit so she wasn't being impaled, it was too soon to get
overtly sexual.  She settled down and started to breathe slower,
gradually coming back to normal, or as close to normal as she could
be in the embrace of a man playing with her butt.

     I needed to close my own eyes and decided to ignore her,
getting her back in a comfortable cuddling position.  Her warmth
and the gentle rocking of the car helped to me fall asleep, and I
think she probably felt the same.  In any case, when I woke up an
hour or so later, she was softly snuffling on my chest.  She felt
great in my arms, so warm and plump, and I started to get hard
thinking of nights to come.  I peeked over at the faces of the
girls I could see, and they were either sleeping or just lying
there with their eyes closed, either of which suited the purpose. 
I checked the clock and there was still nearly three hours to go,
so after reading through the binder for a little while, I settled
back down again and let myself drift a little longer, to daydreams
of playing with April naked.

     When I woke again April was still sleeping, but a couple of
the girls were obviously awake, as I could hear some weeping.  I
checked the clock and it estimated there was a half hour left in
our strange journey.  I decided we should get ready.  It would be
wise to run them through the bathroom again, and get them some
water, and I figured we may as well get rid of the clothes before
we stopped.  Getting twenty five girls through the cleaning process
was going to take some time, and I wanted to get some rations into
the girls, and into their beds as soon as possible.  It would be
late evening, surface time, before everything could be done.  I
shook April awake.

     "Hey sleepy, wake up, we're almost home."

     She groaned and stretched on my belly, and briefly looked up
at me, eye to eye, kind of a guilty conspiratorial look that said
she knew what had happened earlier.  I smiled back, but she had
already looked away, and I helped her lift herself off me into the
aisle, where she tried to pull her tight clothes back into shape
around her round body.  I could hear other girls coming awake now.

     "Everyone, wake up," I said loudly.  I waited for a minute
until everyone was stirring.  

     "OK, same drill as before, everyone drink some water and use
the bathroom again, even if you don't need to.  April will unlock
you for good, but I want you to take off your clothes before you
sit back down, everything.  There isn't any room to pile them up,
so stick your shoes under your legs and lie back down on your
clothes."

     I could hear a few girls moaning a little about this, and
there was a degree of shock in the eyes of the girls nearest to me. 
April turned around, looking a little scared.  

     "Come on, I'm not going to ask twice.  We have to go through
a couple of cleaning procedures designed to kill germs, and we're
leaving our clothes behind.  There's a reason for it, I'm not doing
it just to look at your little naked bodies, I'll get enough of
that anyway, I'm going to be your doctor for a few years after all. 
Besides, we're not going to wear clothes in the facility, it's too
warm for that."

     A few more moans, but apparently it was settling in that they
didn't have a choice in the matter.  It was true, the facility was
designed to run a little warm, it was easier to maintain that way. 
The temperature during the artificial day would be in the high
70's, dropping into the 60's for comfortable sleeping.  I had
already decided to dispense with clothes, it would save resources,
and modesty was something I decided would have no place in my new
world.  The designers would probably spin in their graves.  Let
them rotate.

     "If you need to go bad, April will take you first, so speak
up.  I'll pass down the water as April unlocks you."

     No one had to go that bad apparently, so April unlocked Number
One and proceeded down the rows.  When Number One came back, still
clothed, I spoke sharply to the girls.

     "Get your clothes off when you go the bathroom, there's no
need to pull them back on, you can be taking off your shoes while
you're going, let's move!"  I slapped my hands together for
emphasis.

     I reached out and grabbed Number One as an example and roughly
pulled her blouse off, breaking a few buttons, and pulled her pants
down.  I let her finish, while she cried at the harsh treatment.

     Satisfied that things were progressing, I handed a couple of
bottles of water to Number One when she got back in her seat,
sitting on her clothes, and told her to pass it down.  I kicked off
my own clothes, and sat back in the seat to check through the
procedures again, flipping through the book to make sure I had all
the pages and codes needed.  Once we left the tunnel, there was no
going back.

     By the time everyone was undressed and back in their seats I
was done with the book, and checked the clock.  It was pegged at
zero, so there was nothing to do but wait.  I looked down the aisle
at twenty-four naked little girls, mostly fresh from crying and
covering themselves up with their hands as well as they could. 
April was still in the head.

     I didn't say anything, it was obvious she was embarrassed to
show her fat little body in the nude, particularly as all the other
girls were so trim and attractive.  I smiled when her head peeked
out of the curtains and she crawled out, holding her clothes in
front of her.  I let her cover herself until she got up to the
front, and then reached out and grabbed them from her, exposing
her.  She couldn't lift her arms up for cover when she was on all
fours, so I got a good look at her chubby breasts and little round
tummy swaying underneath her, so inviting.

     Her body was adorable, so soft and smooth, very womanly for a
small girl, thanks to her weight problem.  It was going to be fun
cuddling with her.  I'm not sure being with one of the other girls
would feel the same, they were too obviously girlish to be sexy, it
would feel too much like raping a child.  I was lucky for having
April along.

     I moved back and let her white bottom pass, and settled her
into my chair.  Her face was beet red by that time, but I could
tell her eyes had noticed my own lack of clothes and had fastened
on my crotch, where my cock was lying.  She would be seeing plenty
of that.  I leaned over to speak close to her.

     "Thanks, you did a good job.  Don't be embarrassed, I think
you're beautiful, like a painting."

     I kissed her on the forehead and rubbed the top of her head
like a child, and crawled down the aisle myself to use the
bathroom.  I could feel rather than see little female eyes shifting
back and forth in quick little peeks as my unit wobbled past them,
hanging down beneath me.

     By the time I was done and back up in front, crouched down to
wait, it was evident the track was changing, and quickly.  Up to
this point we had been moving downhill, but the slope was picking
up.  I could hear a squealing that was evidently the sound of
brakes being applied.   All of a sudden the track abruptly leveled
out and the brake noise increased, as the car slowed and then came
to a halt.  There was a clunking sound that I guessed was an
arresting device, and then the power went off again, plunging us
into darkness.

     I could hear some girls whining and everyone breathing faster
in the sudden quiet, but I quickly found the interior light switch
and turned up the lights all the way, making the girls blink in the
relatively bright glare.  I wanted to keep things moving along to
prevent them from thinking too much.

     "OK girls, here we go."

     I reached up and broke the seal on a handle in the curved roof
of the car, and cranked the handle down, releasing dogs that tied
down a small hatch.  I pressed up on the metal panel and it tilted
up with a squeal to reveal a curved steel roof a few feet above the
car.  I poked my head up through the roof and found myself looking
at a ladder that came down to me through the roof, leading up to a
concrete floor about five foot wide, in a small tunnel about
fifteen foot long.  The tunnel was lit from above, and apparently
the lights had just come on, as one of the tubes flickered a bit
before glowing evenly.

     Only the front part of the car was exposed, and the ladder led
out of the little tunnel between two heavy steel bulkheads
connecting the two tunnels and keeping back the megatons of rock
above.  It was just about as tight as it could be, and I felt the
weight of the world pressing down on me much more than the
claustrophobic feeling of being inside the car.  I wanted out of
this space and onto that platform quickly, but the girls came
first.

     I ducked back inside and reached down for April.

     "Come on, you first, watch the girls while I move them out. 
Don't touch anything up there."

     Her eyes were wide as I pulled her over to the hatch and
lifted her up until she could get her feet on the ladder.  It was
enjoyable, watching her bottom and plump little legs work, and I
reached up to push on her rump to help her up more than was really
necessary, getting a good look at her plump, bare pussy lips
peeking out under her bottom.

     The rest of the girls were more limber, and they easily
scrambled up the hatch without needing any pushes from my hands on
their pert little bottom cheeks.  There was a little panic evident
from the last girls to leave, they couldn't wait to get out, and I
could sympathize.  When the car was empty, I carefully picked up my
orders, checking again to make absolutely sure I had all the pages
in the binder.  The instructions said to leave the car as it was,
so I took one last look inside, almost reluctantly, and climbed up
to the platform above, to join twenty five naked girls trying to
cover their nipples with one hand while hiding their bald little
pussy lips with the other, all trying not to stare at my cock. 
Even though the scene had overtones of a concentration camp, a
bunch of naked girls waiting to enter the showers, I had to smile.


4)  Cleaning up

     The girls parted as I pushed by them to open the door, a huge
blast door type affair that was only meant to open once.  Holding
the binder in one hand I punched in the combination with the other
and was rewarded by a hydraulic hiss and the mechanical sounds of
bolts being withdrawn.  Suddenly a round crack was revealed around
the door as it unsealed and pushed out towards us, a good two feet
before the thickness of it cleared the housing.  There was a loud
humming sound and the big door tilted up a few feet, just enough to
leave a gap in the bottom.  The door stopped moving with a loud
clunk, and I ducked under to look inside.

     I could see that the door was being held open by a two large
beams that ran up to a giant hinge welded into a steel wall.  I
already knew what I would see next, a small chamber with an
identical door on the next wall.  I had to spring it before the
girls entered, so I ducked back onto the platform and told them to
wait for me.  They didn't look to happy about being left alone. 
Indeed, if the door was to swing back down into place, there would
be nothing I could do about it.  But I trusted the designers and
crawled into the space between the doors, and opened the second one
with the combination.  When it had gone through it's cycle, I
ducked under the second door and crawled into the shower room.

     I knew what it should look like from the binder instructions,
but I checked around briefly to make sure I was oriented correctly. 
The room was about twenty foot long, with an ominous ceiling that
fitted between the walls on an angle, like a wedge.  I knew when we
vacated this room the roof would be allowed to fall inside the
walls, and I didn't want to think about what was holding it up.  On
either wall were a number of cubicles with hoses and other devices,
and as would be expected, several shower heads and drains.  At the
far end of the room there was a normal size door, still made of
thick steel, and some controls and cabinets that I knew contained
soaps, anti-biotics, enema solutions and the sort.  There were also
drawers with razors and scissors, for the intended shearing of the
sheep, and one item that was for me alone, a electric prod in the
form of a short crop with a leather handle.  A good zap from the
prod would drop any number of the girls if I needed crowd control. 
Apparently the designers didn't think it was necessary up to now -
they were probably correct, the girls were pretty much terrorized,
stuck out on that platform, naked and shivering.  Time to get them
inside.

     I crawled back through the two blast door openings and back
onto the platform with some hesitation myself, it was a spooky
place.  

     "OK girls, let's move it, duck under the door here, then
through the second one into the shower room and wait for me there. 
In order, Number One, you're first, come on!"

     There had been a general push forward until I told them to
come through in order, and the girls left behind as the first few
went through were bouncing on their feet nervously.

     "Excuse me, sir, I need to pee bad!"

     I looked back to see a brown-haired girl with tears in her
eyes and her hand tucked between her legs.  She was obviously fear
stricken.

     "April, send them through, come here girl."

     I took the girl by the shoulders and walked her back along the
platform and held her in front of me, shielding her from the other
girls.

     "There, just spread your legs and go, I won't look."

     I turned around to watch the other girls, and motioned for the
ones watching to turn their heads, which they did.  I could hear
the girl weeping behind me.  Apparently now she couldn't go.

     "Are you OK now?" I asked her.  "What's your number?"  I had
forgotten, I thought she was number eighteen.

     "Sixteen, I can't go like this," she replied.

     "OK, well, hold it for a minute and we'll be in a room with
toilets and you can go there, alright?"

     But it was too late, I could hear the splash on the concrete
as she let go.  This embarrassment caused her to start crying
again, so I turned around and rubbed her shoulders until she dried
up.  
     "That's OK, don't worry about it, we'll get you all cleaned up
in a minute, let's go now."

     The girl yielded to my hands on her shoulders and I pushed her
back up in line.  The last few girls ducked under until Sixteen,
April and I were all that were left.  I pushed Sixteen through
first, and then helped April squeeze through.  I could tell she was
frightened as well by the way she was shivering, but she managed to
conceal her fright, being in charge obviously gave her some moral
support.  All the girls were in the shower room when I ducked under
the second door, kind of milling around trying to hide their
girlish charms with their hands.  I had them all line up and
counted heads to be absolutely sure before I closed the door.

     When I was satisfied, I activated several safety switches on
the wall and punched in the combination from the binder.  The code
caused the levers to swing back, pulling the circular door back
into the housing.  I couldn't see the first door of course, but I
assumed the same process was occurring.  When the second seated I
could hear the sound of the bolts pushing back into place, and
could see the mounting plates where the levers were attached to the
door start to spin, driven by a hydraulic motor that was attached
to the face, its hoses running back up along the door and the
walls.  The plates were actually the heads of screws embedded in
the door, and the rotation was driving them out of the door until
they sprang free a few inches with a clunk, disconnecting the
levers from the door.  There was no combination that would cause
the opposite motion, so the levers could never move the doors
again.  We were not going back this way, and nothing short of a
nuclear device placed outside the doors could force them in.  

     The finality of the door closing affair obviously had an
effect on the girls, as when I turned around to assess the next
step, they were all facing me, most of them tearing up again.  

     "Yeah, that's right, we're locked in good now."  Wait until I
told them about the shower room ceiling - I figured it was best not
to say anything while we were standing underneath it.

     "OK, here's the drill.  There are cubicles at this end where
each of you in order will enter and follow the instructions on the
door.  If you've never had an enema, well, you're about to have one
now.  When you've completed the procedure get out and take a
shower, I'll put out soaps and lotions.  Wash yourself good,
especially your hair.  I'm suppose to cut it all off to be safe,
but I'm not going to do it, so count yourself lucky.  Let's get
going.  April and I are going in the first group, the rest of you
relax, sit down if you like.  I'm afraid the floor's not very
warm."

     There were six cubicles at the near end, and I pushed One
through Four inside, and let April into the other, locking myself
in the sixth.  I won't describe what went on from there, it wasn't
very pleasant.  The intention was obviously to give the intestinal
track a good scrubbing with a cleaning solution, and boy did it
ever.  I was grateful when it was over, and took a minute to regain
my composure to reassure the remaining girls.  My fellow
participants weren't as concerned about their bearing, and even
April came out weak in the knees, obviously fresh from crying. 
Fortunately the cubicles were nearly sound proof, so when the next
group went in reluctantly, at least we couldn't hear their cries.

     I busied myself with putting out soap and cleaning solutions
at the shower stations, and soon we were warming the air with hot
splashing water.  I didn't think about it at the time, but
obviously the water heaters must have started when the door
combination was entered, or possibly they were the flow-through
type.  In any case, the hot water felt good after all the tension
of the day.

     I made the experience more pleasant by dragging April under
the shower head with me, spending more time that was absolutely
necessary soaping her down, enjoying the slick soft lushness of her
body as I rubbed her down.  I had her do me as well, stooping over
so she could wash my backside.  She stared with open fascination as
I soaped up my cock and balls in front of her, and I had her bend
over while I washed her little exposed holes from the back.  I gave
her pussy a good long session with the bar of soap and washed all
the areas gently while she remained bent over.  I don't know if she
enjoyed it, but I did.  I had another little surprise for her when
we were done.

     I shook some of the water off and padded over to the shaving
equipment drawer and took out a number of disposable razors and
tubes of some kind of shaving cream.  I laid them out by the shower
stations, interrupting some of the girls, who shrunk back from me
and tried to cover up.

     "Relax, I've seen it all already girls," I said, as I finished
putting out the razors.  "OK, listen up, I'm not going to make you
shave your heads, but the directions say to shave off all body
hair, and I don't see any reason not to.  Pair up and shave each
other, make sure you get it all, I'll be checking.  Get up between
your legs, don't be shy, just bend over and let your partner get in
there."

     I wasn't really sure they had anything to shave, but it would
be worth a giggle to see them try.  Besides, misery loves company,
and when it came right down to it, I was the one who was going to
really get scraped.  First I started on April, forcing her to stand
with her arms up and legs spread.  I started with her armpits,
looking for something to shave, but there wasn't anything at all,
really, just the lightest possible fuzz in the areas where you
might expect hair, a little in the pits, and maybe just a few baby
hairs on her vulva, which made a nice little hill between her tummy
and her pussy lips.  I enjoyed spreading the cream on her smooth
white skin and running the razor over her, futile as it was.

     Finally, there was nothing for it, so while the next group of
girls cycled through the enema cubicles and the rest of them
fumbled around trying to shave each other, April and I went over
every square inch of my body with a couple of razors and several
tubes of the cream.  I did all the areas I could reach, since I was
much faster with the razor, but there was no way I could shave my
butt or balls, and I had to trust April to do it.  I let her get
practiced on flat surfaces first, like my back and arms, and when
I was sure she wasn't going to nick me, I assumed the position and
let her at my backside.  

     "Be careful down there, pull out the skin on my balls before
you shave it, don't try to shave it when it's crinkled up."

     April didn't have anything to say in reply, but she went about
her business without complaint, pulling my balls this way and that
to get all the angles shaved.  She nicked me a couple of times, it
was difficult going, but for the most part it went very well.

     "All done, I think," she said, from between my legs.

     I stood up and squatted down, feeling behind my balls, and it
seemed everything was smooth there, not that it was easy to tell. 
That left the area around my cock and the shaft itself, which
probably I could do, but what the heck.  I turned around and faced
her matter of factly.

     "OK, shave around my penis and pull out the shaft straight and
get the underside, there's no way I can do it."

     April's face started to turn red, not so much as the sight of
my cock waving in front of her, but from the mention of the word,
I think.  She actually started to move the razor towards it before
she applied the shaving cream.

     "Uh, I think I'd prefer a little shaving cream?"  I reached
over and grabbed a tube of the stuff and handed it to her.  She was
obviously still flustered, and juggled the razor and the tube in
her hands.

     "Why don't you put down the razor and spread the cream first?"
I suggested.

     "Oh, sorry."  

     "Well, settle down and do it right, I could use a steady hand
down there.  Have some respect, that's the future of mankind you're
shaving."

     April actually looked up and smiled a little, and I gave her
one back.  She put down the razor and spread the cream in her hand,
and then gingerly, for the first of many times, put her little hand
on my cock, lifting it up to spread the cream around the base and
the front of my balls.  At first she concentrated on those areas,
spending more time than needed probably getting all the hair.  By
this time my cock had swelled up a little, and when she finally
gave in and started to spread the cream along the shaft, it came to
full attention.  I'm not hugely endowed, but there was a good seven
inches of cock in her hands, throbbing and twitching.

     "Sorry about that," I said.  "Can't be helped, ignore its rude
behavior."

     April smiled a little, but didn't look up this time.  I kept
my attention on her hands as she picked up the razor and went to
work, but I could sense many eyes on this scene among the girls
still under the showers and those milling around wondering what was
coming next.

     Fortunately for my composure it wasn't me, though the feel of
April's chubby white fingers on my cock probably would be enough
under normal circumstances.  The razor had something to do with
dampening my enthusiasm I'm sure, and when she was satisfied and I
turned around to put the shower on again to rinse off, my cock
deflated pretty quickly.  There was still a lot to do and my mind
was thinking about other things.

     
5)  Home

     When April was finished with me and we rinsed off together
again, and I checked all the other girls to make sure they were
finished with the procedure.  To do so I first opened the door that
led to the next chamber, a narrow room with no appliances with open
gridwork on the floor and ceiling.  I moved the girls through one
at a time, but before they entered I made them spread their legs
and raise their arms, and I gave them a good going over.  They
weren't suppose to have any hair at this point, so while I was
inspecting them I had the other girls check each other's scalps
carefully for lice or anything else that looked abnormal.

     The girls didn't like my attention very much, most of them
blushing as I examined between their legs.  A couple of girls had
rashes, especially between their bottom cheeks, and the planners
had made allowances for that, stocking tubes of anti-fungal cream
along with the shaving gear.  I massaged the cream into any likely
looking red area, which wasn't much to the girl's liking either. 

     I found the detail of their little pussies interesting.  Even
for eight year-old girls without much development, the lip
structure varied quite a bit, and a couple of the girls had really
messy inner lips, a lot of folds and excess skin.  Since the
crevices would be a natural breeding ground for germs, I decided
that I would perform a little plastic surgery later on, trimming
off the excess.  They probably wouldn't like that attention very
much either, but they would thank me for it later in life.  Some of
the pussies were little more than slits, the outer lips being very
thin and the vulvas flat and tucked underneath.  But most of the
girls still had some baby fat, and I found their plump little
pussies much to my liking.  It was a pity I wouldn't get the chance
to play with them, but April's more than made up for it, and I
found myself longing to rub my cock over it.

     Once I had all the girls in the next room I ran another head
count and examined my binder again, making sure all the codes were
in place.  I closed the door on the shower room and punched in the
combination on the panel, and could hear and feel the mechanism
kick into place as the concrete and steel ceiling of the shower
room crushed the appliances inside as it dropped into place, like
a key stone in an arch.  I looked around and I could see the girls
appreciated the violence going on in the next room and what it
meant.

     "OK, girls, line up along each wall and spread your legs wide. 
Brush your hair back from your face and hold your arms up."

     The naked little bodies fumbled around each other for awhile
until they were lined up as I asked.  

     "First you're going to feel air surrounding you to dry you
off.  I'm afraid your hair is going to get pretty messed up, you
weren't suppose to have it, so there aren't any brushes or blow
dryers.  Close your eyes until it stops.  OK, get ready."

     I looked down the rows and it appeared everyone was set, so I
reached over to the panel and punched in the next combination,
moved back into place and assumed the position.  After a few
seconds a loud whir could be heard from above and below and warm
air began to assault us from above and below, very powerful.  There
were nozzles that directed the air playing back and forth, and the
force was so strong it almost peeled my lips back when it hit my
face.  I could see why it was necessary to keep your eyes closed. 
The air blast lasted for several minutes, and when the air finally
cut off and the machinery cycled down, I blinked open my eyes and
had to stifle a laugh.

     The unfortunate girls had been buffeted around pretty good,
and I could see a few of them were crying, and the rest kind of
beat up and shocked by the experience.  But what has amused me was
their poor hair, which looked like they had stuck their fingers
into a cartoon electric socket.  

     "Um, try and brush your hair back from your face a bit, sorry,
I sure there will be hair brushes in your living quarters."

     Even naked, underground and in the aftermath of losing their
families in a nuclear war, little girls are still very conscious of
their appearance, and as they looked around and realized the
frightful state of their hair, I could see they were just about
frantic about it.  For a few minutes it was like grooming time in
a monkey cage, all the girls trying to brush their hair back into
place with their fingers, and helping each other out.  I took April
in hand and smoothed her blonde locks back into place as best I
could, getting the frizzy mass back into some semblance of a normal
hairdo.

     "OK, enough of that, you can fix it later.  Assume the same
position as before, open your legs and lift your arms.  We're going
to be bathed in long wave radiation.  You'll hear a humming sound
while this is going on, and you must keep your eyes tightly closed
until I tell you to open them.  You could go blind if you open
them, understood?"

     I looked down the center aisle at each of the girls, and it
looked as if they were plenty clear, I don't think they could have
squeezed them shut any tighter.  

     "Alright, I'm going to start, keep your eyes shut."

     I looked over at April and made sure her eyes were closed,
punched in the combination and assumed the position again,
squeezing my eyes shut as well.  A humming sound soon started,
which quickly got louder.  I could feel a kind of heat on my skin
which soon became uncomfortable.  I could hear a few of the girls
start to whimper, but before the heat became painful the humming
abruptly stopped, leaving the smell of singed hair floating in the
air.  I opened one eye experimentally and saw the control panel was
off, the procedure over.  It was time to move on again.

     I punched the final combination on the far wall panel and
cranked the door open.  As I opened the door I was greeted by a
rush of warm air and a shocking sight.  I was apparently looking
down a path lined with stones through a forest in twilight.  We had
reached our new home.

     The binder had described the living chamber, but what I read
couldn't prepare me for what I saw.  As I pulled the girls out of
the chamber, I could hear them gasp as the sight as well.

     "Pretty interesting, isn't it?  It almost looks real.  The
trees are real, but they're all dead, just preserved.  Walk down
this path until you come out in the open and wait for me there.  Go
on now."

     I could see in the dim light the naked girls gingerly walking
over the stones set in the floor as they looked up at the trees
above us.  When all the girls were out I closed the door to the
drying room, locked it with the combination and walked down the
path to join them.

     We had entered the facility at the far end, and exited onto a
narrow path that ran around the entire living area, intended to be
used as a running track.  The surface of the path was a mixture of
earth and crushed stone, and it was a little hard on the feet.  The
path for all appearances ran through a forest and above us was an
evening sky, a few stars winking out.  I knew it was an artificial
ceiling, but it took an effort to try and convince yourself you
weren't outside. A mild breeze was blowing through the trees.

     "Come on, follow me," I said to the girls.  I knew where I was
going by a map I read in the binder.  We were in a room about three
football fields long and two wide, huge.  In the very middle there
was a clearing that contained a scatter of buildings, my quarters,
a group kitchen, an exercise room and gymnasium and a lap pool. 
There was also a medical building and a meeting hall with built-in
bleachers, our destination for the moment.

     To the "north" a broad lane ran to an artificial outdoor pond,
with a grassy surrounding intended to be like a park.  The lane
ended in a warehouse like building which was actually the front
entrance to another series of caves, several times larger than the
living area, which contained a natural gas powered generator, air
handling equipment, water storage and purifiers and massive
quantities of food and supplies, the food contained in a gigantic
series of freezers cooled with liquid nitrogen, and intended to
supply the facility for decades. 

     Hidden in the forest and running around the edge of the
facility, between the outside track and the center common areas,
were the girl's living quarters, twelve separate houses set in
their own little clearings.  Each house contained two bedrooms for
the new arrivals and two bunk bed rooms for the offspring to come. 
There was a kitchen, a dining room, a common room with some couches
and a TV screen.  Around the walls of the common room were arranged
cubicles filled with computer monitors and keyboards, the
schoolhouse for the skills the new generation of human kind would
need.

     The houses each had four bathrooms, but no tubs or showers. 
The shower area was in the middle, a communal facility that would
be easier to keep clean than a number of separated facilities. 
Being naked with each other was something the girls would have to
get used to, and something the next generation would take for
granted.

     The living area was designed to mimic a day on the outside,
and the environmental conditions were now set in the early evening,
probably about the same time on the surface above us, without
violent radioactive winds and scorched, blackened skies of course. 
I knew the girls were hungry and tired, but I had to first get them
settled into their houses for the night, and before I could do that
some orientation was necessary.  I led them down the circular path
until I came to an intersecting lane, and turned to follow it
inward to the common facilities.  I could see houses on either side
of us off into the woods, lights glowing along pathways leading the
direction we were walking.  The girls were silent as we padded
along.

     The trees started to thin out and I could see before us a sort
of street running by.  As I walked out onto the asphalt surface, I
could see to the left a dead-end circle with three paths leading
away to houses.  To our right the street wound ahead until it split
in two, surrounding a group of structures hidden between trees
"growing" out of the island formed.  I herded the girls up the
street and to the left until we arrived at a drive that lead into
the island, our destination.  Pausing to gaze upwards at the starry
evening displayed on the ceiling, I motioned the girls into the
drive, to our first destination.


6)  A demonstration

     At the end of the drive was a series of doors, about the size
of garage doors, except hinged into segments.  I punched my code
into a key pad on the side of the doors, and pulled them open. 
Inside was a large room, dimly lit.  I reached along the wall and
flipped the light switches, my eyes blinking from the sudden
illumination.  Before me was an auditorium, with a curved set of
bleachers tucked into the near right-hand quarter, seats and steps
molded out of cushioned plastic.  There was room for several times
our number, so I directed the girls to sit in the lowest rows. 
While they found a seat, still quiet and stunned from everything
they were experiencing, I pulled April along with me and moved over
to the wall on the left, finding and opening a door that led to the
administrative offices and the medical wing.  Inside I knew I would
find a cabinet filled with food bars and water, designed for this
first night.  Although I was intensely curious about the
surroundings, I stuck to the business at hand, and loaded up April
with a couple of boxes of the food bars, sending her back outside
to distribute them to the girls.

     I unlocked one of the offices, turned on the lights inside and
went directly to a computer console on my desk, turning on the
screen.  The system had already activated, apparently tripped by
our entry, and as the monitor warmed up I was greeted by an opening
screen that wanted my codes punched in.  I quickly moved through
the setup screens, following a map in the binder, and activated the
computer systems, the electricity, air and water systems in all the
houses.  I unlocked a cabinet behind the desk and took out twenty-
five key cards from a box containing a couple of hundred.  There
was a blank area on each card, and I fished a magic marker out of
a drawer and wrote the numerals one through twenty-four on each,
and "April" on the last.

     Carrying my cards and my master binder, I walked back out to
the auditorium, armed with a case of plastic water bottles, which
were eagerly attacked by the girls when I invited them to take one. 
When the girls were settling back into place, surrounded by
discarded food bar wrappers and sucking their water, I moved a
chair in front of the seats for April, and rolled over a podium for
myself, centering it in front of the girls.

     "What's there to eat?" I asked April, joining her as she
squatted over the food bar box, looking for another one apparently. 
"Anything good?"

     "Mostly peanut butter and oats," she said back.  "Here's one
with chocolate chips, you want that?"

     "No, you keep it, I'll take a couple of the others.  I moved
over a chair for you, sit next to me while I address the girls. 
Call me sir when we're with them, OK?"

     April nodded, and retreated to her chair with her bar and a
bottle of water.  I was impressed with how calm she was,
considering the circumstances.  I looked down at her while I
arranged my materials on the podium and I had to smile.  She was
munching on the bar and swinging her feet, as if this was perfectly
normal.  I don't know if she had forgotten she was stark naked and
sitting next to a man with his penis wobbling around as he walked,
or whether she was just in shock.

     I looked up at the girls while I ate one of the peanut butter
bars (not too horrible), and they also seemed to be in reasonably
good spirits.  Maybe it was just a sense of relief, not to be
cooped up in some weird amusement park ride, or locked into some
underground chamber.  Of course they still were, but to be sitting
here in an auditorium, looking out through the open doors into a
tree-lined lane with the sky overhead, you really didn't get a
sense of being underground at all.  It was eery, but not
unpleasant.

     "OK, listen up, we have a few things to discuss, and then I'll
get you to bed."

     The girls settled down and I could see all eyes on me as I
spoke.

     "I know we've had a long day, but bear with me while I explain
a few things.  I don't know if you noticed, but down the lane
outside and along the walls there are twelve separate houses, and
two of you will live in each one.  Tonight I'm going to assign you
houses in the order of your numbers, one and two, three and four
and so forth.  Tomorrow we'll shuffle the order and each night
thereafter, until each of you had slept overnight with each other. 
There are two beds in each house, along with bunk beds for your
future children, but tonight and for the next couple of weeks, you
will sleep together in the same bed.  That's not a suggestion, it's
an order."

     I could see the girls glancing around at each other, a little
concerned by my last comment in particular.

     "I want you to comfort each other.  You're in shock right now,
but before the night is out you're going to think about what
happened today and you're going to need a shoulder to cry on."

     Some of the girls dropped their eyes, and I could see them
start to think about what I said, remembering that their families,
and particular their mothers, were probably dead, blasted away, or
worse, dying slowly of radioactivity and scorched air.  Before they
thought too much I wanted to shock them back to the present.

     "I'm going to assign you a card that will identify you from
here on out.  When you reach your house you will be required to
insert the card into a slot on the inside wall so that the system
will know where you're at.  You will be required to log into the
computer system tomorrow morning and follow the instructions it
will give you.  You'll find directions inside the houses for
starting up the computer monitors."

     "Inside the houses you will find kitchens and toilets, but no
showers.  Showers will be taken in the common area just down the
street.  There are some K rations in the kitchens for now, we'll
start distributing some real food right away, but that will get you
by for the moment.  There are also clothes in the houses, but you
will not use them.  This facility will last longer if we keep the
temperature up, and it's going to be too warm for clothes.  When
you get older you'll have bras and panties for your period times,
of course, but none of you need that now."

     Some of the girls seemed to remember their naked condition,
and I could see a number of legs tighten up as I spoke, and hands
find their way into laps.  I noticed off to the side that April had
cast her eyes down and didn't look very happy.  She was probably
very conscious of her body, being chubby.

     "Now, before I assign you cards I want to make something very
clear.  You will follow the rules and you will do as I say.  If you
break the rules or disobey me, you will be punished.  If punishment
isn't effective, you'll be killed.  Number Eleven, come down here."

     The girl named Reagan looked up at me in shock, our
confrontation on the tube train not forgotten.  She hesitated for
a second.

     "Move I said, right now!"

     She stood up and fumbled her way down the stepped seats and
stood in front of me.
    
     "Stay there for a minute, I'll be right back."

     Leaving Reagan trembling there and the rest of the girls in
wide-eyed shock, I walked over to the right wall and opened a
cabinet.  Inside I knew there was a punishment station on wheels,
and I rolled it out and moved it over in front of the seats,
stopping in front of Reagan and locking the wheels in place.

     The device was a steel "X", with restraint loops on each
extremity.  I had read about it briefly in the binder as I
addressed the girls, just a one page description with instructions. 
It was one of several punishment schemes provided, designed by real
sadists, about par for the course.  The girl was to be strapped
into the device and then whipped in one of several ways.  The
principle suggestion was a bamboo cane on the bottom, while the
girl was wearing a sort of girdle to protect her skin to avoid
actual physical damage.  It sounded like a good place to start.

     "Number Eleven, you will provide us with a demonstration, come
here."

     Reagan walked toward me unsteadily, fear in her eyes.  I
reached out for her and pulled her up on the platform, quickly
clamping one arm in place on the "X" and following with her other
limbs, until she was spread eagled and helpless, shivering and
whimpering in fear.  Between her legs I place a small plastic cup
that clipped into a bracket, designed to catch pee.  From the wall
cabinet I retrieved the other pieces of the punishment regime, a
butt plug with a tube of lubricant, that I quickly pushed inside
her little winking ass, getting a cry out of her and some gasps
from the crowd.  I pulled the girdle around her hips and strapped
it in place, and finally placed a gag in her mouth, to prevent her
from breaking her teeth.  She looked obscenely sexy, her pussy lips
pushed out of the bottom of the girdle through an opening to allow
her to pee.

     I walked to the wall again and retrieved a wicked flexible
bamboo cane, one of a number stored in the cabinet.  I whisked it
through the air a couple of times to get the feel, and then assumed
a position in back of Reagan and to her side, ready to place
strokes on the stiff fabric molding her little backside into an
inviting target.

     I turned to address the girls, several of whom were openly
weeping.

     "Pay attention!  The standard punishment will be five strokes. 
You will find them to be extremely painful, as I'll now
demonstrate."

     Poor Reagan starting squirming in the straps and trembling as
she heard my intentions, and as I laid a quick, very soft stroke on
her bottom, she dribbled pee into the cup losing control.  As the
stroke landed she screamed through the gag, her body reacting
violently from the pain.

     I turned around and stared down the girls, sweeping my eyes
over each one of them.

     "As Number Eleven will no doubt tell you, that hurt a lot. 
But as you saw, I barely struck her with the cane.  Consider how
five strong strokes will feel before you decide not to follow an
order or fail to fulfill a system requirement.  Do you understand?"

     It looked as if they did, so I wiped off Reagan's pussy with
a cloth and removed the gag and girdle from her, finally
unshackling her from the device and setting her on her feet,
backside to the audience, still trembling from the experience.  

     "As you can see, there's only a thin red mark on her bottom,
and that's just from blood flowing to where the body thinks it was
wounded, it will fade in a few minutes.  Stand here Number Eleven,
we're not quite through yet.  April, come here."

     April looked up in shock, as if she expected to be punished
next.  I raised my eyebrows when she delayed, and she shot up and
walked over in front of me.

     "Put this device back in the closet over there, and clean out
the cup in the bathroom, it's two doors down along that wall," I
said, motioning her to the right.  "Put the towel in the hamper
there, we'll wash it later with the rest of our stuff."

     April was obviously relieved, and set about the domestic chore
willingly.

     "Alright, the rest of you get up and follow me."

     I grabbed Reagan by the shoulder and moved her over to the far
wall, stopping to punch in a combination that opened a door into a
small chamber.  It was a bare room with a circular hole in the
floor about two feet wide, covered by a grate.  There was a hose
attached to one wall, a bench on the far wall and restraints
attached in several places.  The intent of the chamber was clear
enough, but the most sinister device was hanging in mid air, a set
of restraints attached to a chain leading up to a winch reel.

     I pushed Reagan inside the room and reached around on the wall
to flip a switch which lowered the restraints, the chain clattering
through the reel.  When it reached floor level I shut it off and
told Reagan to lie down on the floor.  I had to push her down, but
she complied, and I strapped the restraints around her ankles.  I
then stood up and reversed the winch, and the poor girl's legs were
slowly lifted off the ground, followed by the rest of her as she
struggled and cried.  When the winch was at the top, Reagan was
swinging like a piece of meat in a locker, her body twitching as
she tried to pull herself up.  The girls were gathered in a group
outside the door.  I yelled out to them.

     "You girls in front sit down so the ones in back can see.  I
want everyone to witness this."

     I looked around to make sure that all the girls could see
through the door, and then opened up a cabinet to remove more
restraints.  I reached out and grabbed Reagan's arms and forced
them around her back and strapped them together.  Then I attached
a wooden beam to her back, that attached to straps around her
ankles, knees, stomach, chest and neck.  The purpose was to prevent
her from thrashing around where she was going to be placed, to keep
her from hurting herself.  Finally there was another thoughtfully
provided butt plug, to prevent the frightened girl from shitting
all over herself.  If she wanted to pee herself, that was fine,
part of the punishment I suppose.

    I reached down and flipped the lid from over the hole.  It was
about six foot deep, with a grate in the bottom for drainage.  I
lined up Reagan over the hole and steadied up her bound body until
it was centered, and then lowered her into the hole, head down,
stopping when her ankles were below floor level.  As soon as she
realized what was about to happen to her, she started to wail
pitifully.  I was sorry to do this to her, but I knew it was
necessary.  I turned to watch the girls as I lowered her, barking
at them to keep their eyes open and watch.  I replaced the lid over
the hole, weaving the chain through a slot in the cover, leaving
Reagan in darkness and horror.

     I turned to face the girls once again, and swept their faces
with my eyes, making sure I caught their attention individually
while Reagan wailed and pleaded behind me.  When the lesson was
imparted, I waited a few heartbeats longer and then reached down to
remove the cover, and winched Reagan out of the hole.  Her screams
subsided to whimpers and sobs as she left the ground.

     I could see she had peed herself again, so I removed the butt
plug and used the hose to rinse her off, cleaning her skin where
the pee had flowed, dripping off one of her shoulders.  I removed
the back post and let her down onto the floor, the pit cover back
in place, and let her ankles free.  She lay on the floor in a heap,
racked with sobs, as I wiped her dry with a cloth, cleaning her
face of tears and a dribbling nose.

     "This punishment is the second level.  If you have already
been punished with the cane twice, you go in the hole for an hour. 
You saw what it was like to be down there for about a minute, so
you can imagine what an hour would be like."

     It looked like the girls needed no help with their
imaginations.

     "Number Twelve, come here and help her up, comfort her."

     Reagan's house mate for the night jumped up after hesitating
for just a second, and I helped Reagan up and into her arms,
patting her on the back as Number Twelve helped her out of the
chamber.   I closed up the room and handed April the towels, and
told her to put them in the same hamper in the bathroom.  I don't
think April had witnessed the punishment, at least I didn't see her
face, but that was OK, I didn't really think it would ever be
necessary to inflict this on her.  

     "Alright, the demonstration is over, back to your seats, chop
chop."

     The girls moved back across the room and into the auditorium
seats as if the hounds of hell were on their heels, and they were
sitting facing me as I walked up to the podium, wide eyed, except
for Reagan, still inconsolable, her face buried in Number Twelve's
shoulder.

     "OK, so now you know.  Hopefully I'll never have to do that to
any of you, or any of the other punishments I have available. 
There is one more thing I want to say.  Some of you may become
depressed and maybe you'll decided one day, maybe years from now,
that death would be preferable to life in this hole.  You should be
aware that you're being monitored by a security system every second
of the day and night.  If you try to hurt yourself, it will know,
and if you don't manage to kill yourself before I get to you,
you'll live out the rest of your life in that hole."

     "You'll go mad eventually, I'm sure, but you will have your
three girl babies, and then you'll get your wishes and be killed. 
In the most painful manner I can devise.  Possibly you might be
lowered into that hole one last time and be set on fire.  If you
want to live out the rest of your life in hell and die worse, then
risk it if you dare.  If you want to be a traitor to human kind,
I'll make sure you suffer." 

     I could see the images I described sunk in real good.  It was
time to lift them back up a little.

     "Alright, I scared you.  Good, I want you to be scared.  But
none of this has to happen.  I don't want to punish any of you, I
hope I never have to.  We've been given a terrible responsibility,
so far as we know, we few here are all that's left of human kind. 
We're stuck here until the world cools off outside, and we have to
make the best of it.  We've got a lot of hard work to do and there
will be days when you feel despair.  But we've got a fighting
chance to see each other through this if we keep our heads and our
hearts.  

     "I expect you all to look after each other.  If you see
someone in trouble, help her.  If you need to talk to me and you're
afraid, talk to April, she's my surrogate in the community.  Love
each other, comfort each other, and I'll do my best to help you,
not to hurt you.  In this situation I may have to do terrible
things to keep order, there's no choice, the stakes are too high. 
Don't make me do it, it's up to you, all of you as individuals and
together, as a family."


7)  A few things before sleep

     I was tired and ready for bed myself, but before I could curl
up with April I had to get the girls assigned to their houses and
perform a few other chores.  I showed April where our house was,
tucked in the northern sector of the common area, and gave her the
code to get inside.

     "Take some bedding out of the closet and make the bed, and
you'll find some toiletries in there someplace to clean your teeth. 
There's some food in the kitchen cabinets, just rations for now I'm
afraid, but help yourself.  Can you handle that?"

     "Yes sir," she said, "Shall I go to sleep?"

     "Sure, if you want.  If you're asleep when I crawl in bed,
I'll try not to wake you up."

     April's eyes were wide as I patted her on the bare bottom and
shoved her off.  I didn't guess she'd be asleep, knowing that she
was going to have the company of a man in her bed tonight. 

     I called the rest of the girls down from the seats in order,
and gave them their cards, pairing them off, and showing them on
the map where they could find their houses.  I trusted that they
could find their way, but I planned to go around shortly and make
sure.  I also had one house call to make in particular.

     First I had to shut down the auditorium for the night and
check on the computer system.  The girls didn't have chips
implanted in their bodies yet, so the system could only pick up
their cards as markers on the security map screen.  I could see the
girls wandering down the main lane both ways, a few stopping in
small groups to talk and then breaking up as they found the house
numbers on paths leading away into the woods.  It was funny, I
thought to myself, that I was comfortable dealing with our
surroundings as if they were real.  Woods.  Preserved woods, but
they looked real enough, it was truly remarkable.  The grass in the
common areas was high quality turf, but you could tell it was
plastic, it had the look.  But at a casual glance there were few
visual clues that we were in a huge cave, especially at night.

     I started up all the systems and spent about a half hour going
through the library areas.  The system was loaded with just about
everything that had ever been written, and there was hard storage
of thousands of hours of movies and television programs, even X-
rated material.  There was even an attempt at a copy of the
internet as last constituted, or as much as the facility's search
crawler had been able to find.  The key was the ability to access
the material, and I had complete control of that.  Fortunately,
someone had invested a great deal of time organizing the memory
into sections, like books, movies, internet, magazines and so
forth.

     To keep it simple for now, I simply blocked everything except
for the programs that would automatically run, and which the girls
were required to follow.  The program was slated to start running
the next day, the terminals automatically coming on in the houses,
giving them instructions for the day, including some testing
routines to gauge their intelligence and capabilities.  Later I
would go back and open up the areas I wanted them to see, and block
everything I didn't, including religious instruction.  I'd be
damned if we were going to start that again, not if I could help
it.  So far as I could see from the ruined world above, all
religion accomplished was death and destruction.

     Before I quit for the night I accessed the environmental
programs and adjusted the temperature to 80 degrees during the day
and 68 at night, just warm enough to be comfortable naked.  Keeping
the temperature up in the enclosed space was not the problem,
shedding excess heat was.  The generators ran off natural gas from
a reservoir, and there was enough to last hundreds of years, but
water and air was the main problem.  Nitrogen was recycled and
supplemented from huge liquid storage tanks, which doubled as
freezer coolant.  Carbon dioxide was removed and exhausted, but
oxygen had to be generated from the water supply.  The hydrogen
generated was burned off in giant fuel cells, but the exhaust air
had to be bled out of the caverns into a number of ducts that
distributed the gas and heat into the ground surrounding the
facility.  The less heat that needed to be removed, the less power
was required, and that translated directly into savings in air and
water that would otherwise be lost in the exhaust.  I figured I
could add a couple of years to the water supply by raising the
temperature 4 degrees.  

     When I was satisfied with the system status I locked up the
office and stepped out into the cooler night air, marveling once
again at the art of the subterfuge.  I walked down the lane and
found the path to the first house.  The lights were still on when
I knocked on the door.  Number Two opened it, hiding behind the
door when she realized who was there, and looking a little
frightened.

     "Can I come in for a minute?"

     "Yes . . ." she fumbled.

     "Yes, sir", I suggested, finishing her sentence.

     Number One appeared in the hallway, wringing her hands a
little nervously.

     "I just wanted to check in, make sure everything was alright. 
Did you find the sheets and pillows for the bed?"

     They had, as well as invading the kitchen supplies for some
crackers and cheese.  

     "OK, be sure and brush and floss your teeth, you don't want to
get cavities down here quite yet, not until one of you is trained
as a dentist!"

     They didn't have much to say, still in shock mode, so I wished
them well, patted Number Two on the head and left them to check on
the others.  Most of the girls were engaged the same way, but by
the time I reached the fifth house the girls were just getting into
bed, and Number Eight had been crying.  Good, I thought, they
needed to cry.  I tucked them both in and reassured them as best I
could, and finished my rounds.  I skipped the sixth house, and
returned there last, as I had a mission in mind.

     Reagan and Number Twelve, Clarissa was her name, were still
awake, but had managed to make the bed and crawl inside with each
other.  Clarissa answered the door, wiping tears from her eyes.

     "Hi, I just wanted to stop by and talk with Number Eleven. 
She's in the bedroom?"

     Clarissa nodded yes.

     "Stay out here for a minute, I want to talk to her alone."

     I left Number Twelve standing in the common room and went down
the hall, noting a room with unmade bunk beds on the left, the
mattresses wrapped in plastic.  Reagan and Clarissa had chosen the
bedroom on the left, and when I opened the door Reagan was in the
bed, curled up in a fetal position, sobbing to herself quietly.  I
sat on the bed next to her and reached out to stroke her hair.

     "Sit up for a minute," I said.

     She was clearly reluctant to do so, but the need to obey had
been drilled into her by fear, and she complied, sitting next to me
with her eyes hidden.  I got up for a second and visited their
bathroom, grabbing a towel out of a plastic package the girls had
ripped open.  I went back to the bed and dried her face and brushed
her hair back.

     "I'm sorry about tonight, you didn't deserve the way I treated
you, I know that.  You're the strongest of the girls, I could see
that, and I needed an example.  Hopefully the way you suffered
tonight will keep the rest of these girls from having to go through
worse, understand?'' 

     Reagan wasn't about to be consoled, I didn't expect she would
come around at first anyway.

     "Well, think about it, and know this.  I'm going to rely on
you in the coming years.  I need strong girls like you to be an
example for the rest.  If you know there are problems going on,
tell me about it.  I'm not asking you to be a snitch, just let me
know if someone needs help.  I'll want to meet with you regularly,
quietly, someplace private, we'll work it out later.  Now, try and
get some sleep, there's lots to do tomorrow.  I'm sorry I scared
you like that."

     I kissed her on the head and left her sitting there, eyes
downcast, but not crying at the moment.  I figured she was strong
enough to shrug off the humiliation of tonight, and I wanted her as
an ally, not an enemy. 

     I spoke with Number Twelve before I left, kneeling down to her
level and taking her by the shoulders.

     "Take care of her, and let me know if she doesn't snap out of
it in a day or two, OK?"

     She nodded.

     "You like her, don't you?"

     The girl looked down and blushed a little.

     "It's alright, I could sense it when I paired you up.  I hope
you two end up together, I'd like that.  Now take her to bed and
hold her warm and tight, OK?"

     Number Twelve looked up, her eyes brighter.  I think she liked
the sound of that.  I kissed her on the forehead and left them
alone, walking down the path to the lane and finally to my new
home.

     The lights were on when I found the front door of the house,
set back from the lane that led around the northern part of the
center island as it wandered off to the right and the storage
caves.  The door was unlocked, and I stepped inside and looked
around.  

     It was a cheerful enough place, panelled in wood trim, like
the rest of the houses, designed I'm sure to be warm and homey.  I
was standing in the front room, the living area I suppose.  The was
a large couch and reclining chair in the middle, facing a flat
screen TV on the left wall.  To the right was a small dining table
that looked out a large window into the trees outside, the lights
outlining the western loop of the lane visible through the trees,
if "north" was defined as away from our original entrance, as I
decided in my head.  Down the house on the right side was a doorway
leading to the kitchen, and I could see a couple of boxes of MRE's
open on the counter, where April had apparently rummaged through
them.

     Down the left wall there was another doorway that led to a
hallway, and I knew from memory the bedroom was in that direction. 
The door on the left was my office, with a computer terminal on the
desk.  There were bookshelves with various binders lining the
walls, no doubt service manuals for the equipment and such.  To the
right there was a small room with two bunk beds, with a bathroom
attached at the end.  After all, the twenty-fifth girl was expected
to bear children as well, but I decided I would use the room to
have girls overnight.  I already had determined that we would
abandon a direct mother-daughter living arrangement and would raise
the girls communally, changing their sleeping quarters nightly.  

     The door at the end of the hall was the master bedroom, which
ran across the end of the house.  As I stepped inside I was greeted
with a king-sized bed to my left, already fitted with sheets,
pillows and one light coverlet, a bright blue and white.  To the
right was another couch and chair and a smaller TV which could be
seen from the bed.  I had the luxury quarters it seemed.  There was
a door to the outside as well, and windows all around, hung with
curtains still wrapped in plastic for the moment.  A door on the
right I knew led to a small bathroom, no shower or tub, not even
for me, but a toilet, bidet and sink, the same appliances as in all
the bathrooms.  Cleanliness would be important to prevent disease
and fungal infections.  Right now the room was obviously occupied
by April.

     "Honey, I'm home!"  I yelled to her, as a sort of joke.

     The door opened and April peeked out, toothbrush in hand,
hiding her body behind the door.

     "Go ahead and finish up, I'll shut out the lights."

     She nodded and disappeared behind the closed door again, while
I walked through the house and shut everything off.  I retrieved a
bottle of water and walked back to the bedroom, to find April under
the covers, holding a sheet up to her neck and looking at me with
eyes wide.  I had to grin, it was exactly as I expected to find
her.

     "Here's some water, I'm going to use the bathroom and then we
can finally get some sleep."

     I used the toilet and washed myself in the bidet, noting that
April had used it as well.  Good girl, but she wouldn't need clean
equipment tonight, I wasn't in the mood and it was too soon.  There
were a couple of MRE wrappers in the trash bin, cookies and
crackers, which figured.  April liked her snacks I'm sure, and I
had no intention of restricting her.  I liked her plump, and
besides, I was going to make sure she had plenty of exercise.

     She was still in the same position when I came back in the
bedroom, if anything her eyes even wider.  I climbed into bed next
to her, shut off the light and scooped her into my arms, all in one
motion, before she had time to think.  I pulled her to me bottom
first and tucked her into me with her head resting on a pillow and
my arm underneath, my right arm hugging her tummy.  My cock was
pressed into the hollow under her lush bottom, but it was no threat
for the moment.  I could hear feel her heart hammer in her chest. 
She wasn't going to sleep for a while, so I decided to find out a
little more about her.

     "April, tell me about your family, did you have brothers and
sisters?"

     "No", she said, trembling a little.  I rubbed her tummy
lightly with my free hand, enjoying the soft warm flesh, but I kept
away from her privates.

     "Just you and your parents, all alone?"

     "Just my mom," she said.

     "What happened to your father?"

     "He lives in Portland, they're divorced."

     I didn't think it was necessary to point out that her father
was dead in what used to be Portland, and now was no doubt a
radioactive wasteland.

     "That's too bad.  Did you and your mother get along?"

     "Sort of."

     "How so?"

     "I don't know."

     I could guess maybe a little about their relationship from her
tight clothes.

     "Did you mom give you a bad time about being fat?"

     "Yeah."

     "Is that why your clothes were so tight, she wanted you to be
thinner?"

     "Yeah, I guess."

     She didn't guess, she knew.  I could her voice trembling a
little.  I wanted her to break down, get the emotion out.

     "Did you have friends at school?"

     "Not really."

     "They were mean to you?"

     She didn't reply to that, but I could feel her head nodding up
and down a little.

     "Calling you names?  And your mom made you do things you
didn't want, go to parties, things like that?"

     "Yeah."

     "Your mom, she was thin and pretty, and wanted you to be the
same, is that it?"

     She didn't say anything, but I could see I was on the right
track.  

     "So, how was it that you were at Abbey Leonard's house when
the soldiers came, was she a friend?"

     "No, just lived there."

     "Near you?"

     "Yeah."

     "So, what were you doing at her house?"

     "Birthday party."

     "Oh, well, she invited you didn't she?"

     "No, her mom and my mom."

     I was beginning to get the picture.  Poor April was forced
into a birthday party for a bunch of kids who didn't even like her,
and stuffed into too-tight clothes to boot, like a sausage.  She
must have been miserable.

    "Where were you when the soldiers came, how come they picked up
you instead of Abbey?"

     She was quiet for a few seconds.  Conversation was not her
strength, and she was very nervous besides, but finally she spoke
more than a few words.  It seems the party was already going on
when April's mom had pushed her out of the house, and when she got
to Abbey's house she didn't knock on the door, but sat on the front
porch instead, delaying the inevitable sneers and comments from the
kids, who doubtless would have all kinds of mean things to say
about her plump little body stretching out the buttons on her
blouse.

     It was a terrible thing, treating a little girl that way. 
Depression made her seek comfort in food, and that only made it
worse, a vicious cycle, and being kicked in the teeth by her mother
every time around the circle was the most unkind cut of all.  The
pity of it was that April really wasn't very fat at all, and her
face was very attractive, beautiful cheeks and eyes framed by soft
blonde locks and bangs.  Sure, she was on the plump side, but there
were no doubt plenty of girls in her school in similar condition,
a plague on the current American generation it was said in the
press.  But in comfortable clothes she wouldn't have stood out at
all probably.  It was the way she was pressed into her outfit that
made her look fat.

     It seemed that the soldiers found her like that, sitting on
the porch steps with Abbey's present sitting beside her, the "AH"
chain around her neck.  I questioned her further and she was able
to recite pretty much what happened.  The soldier with the
clipboard ran up to the porch and said, "Abbey Leonard?"  April
shook her head up and down, and that was it, off to the races, a
slip of paper left behind explaining to her mother where she was,
and who to call for information, not that they would have revealed
much to her.  April was tossed in the back seat of an unmarked car
like a sack, given a quick tranquilizer shot, and the next thing
she knew was darkness and confusion and being strapped into a seat
and sent off . . . with me.

     I finally got the full story out of her after much prodding
and questioning and we were silent for a few minutes.  She was more
relaxed now, thinking about what had happened to her rather than
the naked man next to her.

     "Well, I guess you can thank your mother for your life, I'm
glad you were at that party."

      I gave her a kiss on the back of her head.  I could hear her
snuffle a little, her nose running from crying.  Good, I decided to
push it.

     "Did you love your mother, April?"

     Nothing, kind of a shrug.

     "She probably meant well, but I don't think she did you any
favors, treating you like that.  There's nothing wrong with you,
you look fine."

     She was shivering in my arms now, and I could hear her sobbing
a little. 

     "She put you on diets all the time, and you'd get hungry and
sneak food into your room, and your mom would catch you and yell at
you?"

     "Yeah," she choked, and then she started to cry and shake.  

     "What about your dad, did you get to stay with him, did he
love you?"

     "No," she managed, blubbering.

     "You were all alone with your mother, with no one on your
side?"

     She didn't answer, but was she was sobbing openly now, crying
like a little girl, which was after all what she was, a very
unhappy little girl.  That didn't take much prompting, I thought to
myself.

     "Poor baby, come here."  I turned her over and hugged her into
my chest, and let her go for a few minutes while she cried herself
out, rubbing her back and cradling her head.  We stayed like that
for awhile, until she stopped crying, needing to clear her nose. 
I left her for a minute and visited the bathroom, coming back with
tissues and a towel.  I let her blow her nose, wiped her face with
the towel, and then crawled back into bed with her, face to face,
holding her close.

     "That's better, I think you needed that.  It's been a long
day, let's sleep, I'll hold you.  I think you're great, beautiful
like an angel.  I'm glad your here with me, I'm in love with you
already, you see."

     I don't guess she believed that yet, but most of it was true.

     "You kept your wits today and handled yourself well.  Now
sleep, girl, you and I have a lot to do tomorrow."  And after a
while she did, and so finally did I, holding the soft plump girl in
my arms.



8)  Busy day

    When I finally woke up the next morning, I could see that April
had been up, or at least she had shifted over in the bed a couple
of feet to avoid contact.  Maybe she woke up in the middle of the
night to find a stiff cock poking her in the tummy, I couldn't be
responsible for that bad boy when I was asleep.

     I left her to sleep some more while I went in search of a
shower and a shave.  I was also very curious to see what "morning"
looked like in the cave.  From the perspective of the inside of the
house it was quite convincing, and remained so until I got out into
the lane.  There was a blue sky above me, but it was much more
artificial than the night sky.  Apparently the material was
translucent, with a fake "sun" on a track above it, mimicking a
thin layer of clouds perhaps.  I looked up at the light source,
still low on the horizon between the trees to the "east", and I
could feel just a sense of heat, apparently due to infrared lamps
in the light cluster.  No one could mistake it for the sun, but if
you didn't stare it was easy enough to trick the mind, especially
with so many trees blocking a complete view of the cave roof.

     I backtracked down the lane thirty feet until I came to the
shower area, sitting in a sheltered space accessible by paths from
all sides, including the back door of my house, I realized.  The
shower floor could accommodate at least twenty bathers at once, at
least there were ten nozzles on each side.  I knew that the open
room could be closed off with movable partitions and sealed for
disinfecting, and I noted the tracks and other gear for that
purpose.

     For the moment I wanted shaving gear and soap, and found both
in a cabinet.  I also found company, as part way into my daily
shave a couple of the girls showed up, Nine and Ten I think, I
hadn't marked them yet.  I greeted them and otherwise ignored their
presence, and although they probably would have preferred to be
alone, they stepped under a shower and proceeded to clean
themselves, after I pointed out where the soap and shampoo were
located.  I noticed they scrubbed each other's back. 

     I finished up quickly, leaving the girls alone to their great
relief, I'm sure, and walked the path to the end of my house,
quietly opening the back door when I saw that April was still
sleeping.  I wanted to get some hot breakfast to greet her before
we started the day's chores, and crept into the hall, shutting the
bedroom door behind me without disturbing her.

     The MRE selection in the kitchen wasn't exactly a luxury
selection, being designed only to get us through a day or two, but
I managed to make a reasonably satisfying breakfast of an omelet
with bacon and cheese pack and apple desert, along with powdered
orange juice.  I perked up the food with the microwave, arranged it
on a couple of ceramic plates from the kitchen cupboard and took
the feast back to April, along with a pack of crackers and cheese. 
She was still sleeping, so I laid the food on the bed in front of
her and lifted the covers behind her back, tucking myself in behind
her and hugging her to me.

     She jerked awake immediately, and I held her to avoid her
spilling the food until she remembered where she was at and settled
down.

     "Good morning, sleepy head.  I'm afraid you're still here with
me, it wasn't a dream.  I brought you some breakfast."

     It felt so nice holding her like that, all warm and soft from
sleep.  I rolled her over on her back and brushed her hair
straight, giving her little kisses on the cheeks until she giggled
and turned away.  I held her for a while longer like that, running
my hands over her legs and tummy, but keeping modestly away from
her pussy and little breasts, for now.  I longed to cup her cones
in my hands while I rubbed my cock between her legs, and felt my
cock stiffening a little.  Oops, I thought, better cool that off
for the moment.  I pulled her up and propped a couple of pillows
behind her so she could sit, and handed her a plate and a fork.

     "It's not much, we'll break out the real food this afternoon. 
You and I will be making some deliveries."

     We ate quietly while I thought about the day.  I had started
an automatic procedure earlier to get one of the freezers to
regurgitate a pallet worth of food rations.  You couldn't handle
the packages in their frozen condition, or even enter the freezers,
the temperature was cold enough to kill instantly.  Equipment
couldn't operate inside such an environment either, not unless it
was designed to work in outer space or something.  Instead all of
the freezers were divided into cells, and when you needed to access
the supplies, one of the compartments would be slowly warmed to
normal freezer temperatures, at which point the automatic machinery
would unlock the door to the cell and remove the pallet load,
shoving it out into a holding freezer that could be accessed from
the outside.  It must have been hellishly expensive to design and
build. 

     Each load of food was designed to cover two months, and was
further broken down into two-week cartons to be delivered to the
houses.  In addition there were "staple" cartons that could be set
out in the common kitchen area which could be used by anyone who
wished to cook for the community, mainly flour and other baking
supplies.  The carton contents were not MRE's, thank goodness, but
high quality meats, cheese, butter and staples like pasta, flour,
sugar, beans, rice and spices.  There was plenty of plastic
packages that mimicked can goods, like tomato sauce, mushrooms,
olives, even anchovies.  Everything was designed to be compact, so
all the meats were boneless, and all the pasta in the form of
spaghetti and lasagna sheets.  Someone had thought this out
carefully, there was plenty of large shrimps in blocks, but no
lobsters unfortunately, I guess due to the way they could be
packed.  

     Our menu was obviously designed to be varied for pleasure, but
it also required us to become cooks, no ready to eat stuff at all. 
If we wanted to eat Oreo's, we would have to learn how to make them
from scratch.  Cooking would take time, and that would also relieve
boredom and use up some of the clock.  The girls had a lot of work
to do, learning the skills of civilization, but most of our task
was simply to wait, to let it cool down upstairs.

     I didn't tell the girls, but my system including a monitor
that presented several views of the surface above.  I could tell
from archived pictures that the facility was underneath a wooded
hill, surrounded by wheat fields.  The picture from the monitors
this morning revealed nothing, it was pitch black.  The surface
temperature was 105 degrees, probably from the fires that had
burned over the area the previous day and night.  The radiation
reading was far into the lethal range, and would stay that way for
at least ten years.  Nothing animal would live through it, probably
not even most insects.  Fishes and other creatures in the sea were
a possibility, the principle risk of exposure was from the air, and
what settled on the ground.  The vast volume of the sea would
dilute the fallout sprinkled on the surface.

     What I would reveal to the girls, through their computer
monitors, was a graph reading of the radiation above, plotted
against the expected level over the years.  The fixed graph was a
worst-case projection, that resulted in a safe exit in about
twenty-five years.  The actual reading would hopefully run below
that and give the girls some hope.  When the girls woke up this
morning, that was one of the first things they would be able to
access when they logged in, as their computer screens required them
to do this morning.  They would also start to answer some questions
and take some tests.  April and I would give them further
instructions as we made the deliveries.  I wanted them all to
gather in the auditorium tonight to change partners.

     I shook off my thoughts and looked down to see April had
finished her breakfast, more than she really needed, and was
looking up at me as if to say, what now?

     "We have work to do," I said in answer to her unspoken
question.  "But first let's sit for a minute and digest."

     I put my plate on the end table and rolled over to hug my
girl, pulling her under the sheet to face me and cradling her
against me, one hand on her back and other boldly cupping her
bottom.

     "Ummm, you feel nice, I just want to hold you all day like
this.  How are you doing, feeling OK this morning?"

     April didn't say, aside from shaking her head up and down.  It
looked like she was pretty much in shock mode, finding herself
pressed into a naked man while having her bum fondled.  But I
couldn't help it, her bottom was just made to be handled, and I was
having a good time cupping the cheeks and running my hands down the
back of her legs.  I had a pretty good woody going too, pressed
into the valley between her thighs, the head pointed dangerously at
her fat pussy lips.

     I held her like that for a few minutes, pressing her legs into
my cock, just reminding her that she was going to be dealing with
it, but not today.  I cradled her head, gave her a big kiss on the
lips and a slap on the bottom.

     "Up, take a shower, you'll find the shower area down the path
about a hundred feet out the back door," I said, pointing outside. 
"Clean your teeth, hit the potty and when you're done, come down to
my office and we'll get the day underway.  Off with you now."

     I grabbed the plates while April hurried out the door,
probably glad to leave the vicinity of my raging hard on before she
got raped I suppose.  She showed up in the office door about forty-
five minutes later, looking pink and well scrubbed, her hair nicely
manicured.

     "Ah, you found some hair brushes and things I see.  You look
like a Botticelli angel.  Were there any other girls in the
shower?"

     She shook her head in the affirmative.  "We did each other's
hair."

     "Really, who was there?"

     "Um, I don't remember their numbers, ten of them I guess."

     "Yeah, that figures, they were instructed to clean themselves
by their computer stations.  So, did they ask you what it was like
to sleep with me?"

     She blushed and turned away.

     "They did, huh?"

     "Yeah," she finally said, still hiding her face.

     I had to laugh.  I wanted to ask her what she said, but I let
it go.

     "How did the girls look this morning, were any of them
crying?"

     "No."

     "Well, distracted by the surroundings I suppose.  They'll be
up and down over the next few weeks, you too.  Don't be ashamed to
feel sad, crying is OK."

     She nodded.  Somehow I got the impression she wasn't
completely unhappy with her lot.  It was entirely possible that
being here with a man who praised her and didn't mind what she put
in her mouth was preferable to living with her tyrant of a mother. 
I didn't think much of the late Mrs. Lund.

     The next few hours were actually a lot of fun.  April and I
unlocked the storage cavern entrance and were completely shocked by
what we found inside.  We had come from a giant cave of course, but
the fake natural surroundings did an amazing job of making one feel
outside.  The much larger service caverns were unadorned by
artificial skies or preserved woodlands, and the scale was
staggering.  I was like looking down the hall of one of those giant
Las Vegas mega-hotels from the elevator corridor, the hallways
seeming to go on to infinity, except a thousand times grander.

     The caves were supported internally by a massive internal
steel skeleton, kind of like submarine bulkheads, huge bands of
girders that formed a semi-circle above us.  We were walking down
a steel ramp, about two lanes wide, that was actually suspended in
the middle of a tube, and only half of the structure was visible. 
I knew that giant turbines spun below us, you could hear their hum. 
The storage tanks for water and nitrogen were also locate in the
lower sector.

     Above us was a complex mass of pipe work to support the living
area atmosphere, the air supply that made the nice variable breeze,
the return ducts to carry the air down to the carbon dioxide
removal equipment and so forth.  Between the floor and the pipes
above were the storage areas, accessible by lifts on wheels
designed to run up and down the ramp.  The contraptions were parked
at intervals in the main passage, and we started one up when we
reached it, a good hike from where we entered.  April was pretty
well tuckered by that time, and even my feet were tired by walking
on the steel.  We needed some shoes, so I consulted one of the
monitors stationed along the way and we proceeded to raid our first
locker.

     Getting there was another adventure.  Driving the lift down to
the vertical storage stack was one thing, but riding it's platform
up the rails into the sky was another.  April was flat out freaked,
and I didn't like it much either, heights not being my favorite
thing.  The railing around the platform made it safe enough, but
there was nothing to fix the eye on to avoid the sensation of being
hosted into the air.  Both of us were grateful when we reached the
doors of the locker we wanted and walked into the narrow space
inside, just to get out of the open.

     The locker was impressive on it's own, about two hundred feet
long and fifty feet high.  It was broken down into containers that
were accessed by yet another lift that ran down the center aisle. 
This one wasn't so bad, at least there were solid walls on two
sides as we lifted into the air again, finally reaching our
destination.  This time the door opened on a more pedestrian sight,
stacks of boxes containing sneakers of various sizes.  We grabbed
a decent selection for the common store, found a couple of pairs
that suited us, and reversed the climb, until at last we were at
the bottom, shoes tucked onto a pallet cart to run outside.  

     We went through the same procedure for dry goods, loading up
the pallet until we couldn't carry anymore.  By this time we were
both tired and thirsty, so we took a break after depositing the
boxes on the lane of the cave outside.  While I recruited a couple
of the girls from the nearest house to break the cartons open and
stock the shelves of the common area store next to the cave
entrance, I sent April home to grab us lunch and drinks, still
MRE's for now.

     Getting to the freezers was a similar adventure, and it was
mid-afternoon by the time we finally got thirteen big boxes
wrestled outside, frost steaming in the warm air, ready to be
delivered.  I wheeled out a smaller cart and gave April a quick
driving lesson, letting her take the wheel while I rode on back. 
I wanted her to take responsibility, and besides, it was no doubt
fun to drive for a little girl.  It wasn't any more difficult than
a golf cart, but April took the task very seriously, gripping the
steering wheel with her little hands hard enough to turn them
white.  A few random weaves aside, she did a good job of running
the little cart down the paths to the houses.

     All the girls were excited with the food deliveries, I suppose
they expected to find something they could pop in the microwave. 
I knew they were in for a disappointment, but we wheeled off before
they found out what was inside, leaving them with instructions to
gather in the auditorium in the evening.  When we reached the sixth
house I requisitioned Number Twelve, Reagan's mate, and sent her
and April off to finish the rounds, sticking around to speak with
Reagan.  She looked better than the previous day, they all did, but
she was easily the most morose of the bunch.  When April and
Clarissa had disappeared down the path, I motioned her inside for
a talk.  Reagan sat on the couch with her hands in her lap while I
sat next to her.

     "Clarissa looks a little concerned, I thought.  I don't think
she wanted to leave you, had a rough morning?"

     Reagan just nodded.  She was a very pretty girl, long full
brown hair on her shoulders, pouty lips and full cheeks.  Her body
was cloaked in a little baby fat, giving her a more womanly profile
that she deserved at that age.  I felt like holding her, but I
wasn't going to allow myself to rut among these girls, that I would
reserve for April.  It just wouldn't work any other way.

     "Well, it's early, heck yesterday at this time this whole mess
was just getting started."   I paused for a moment and watched her. 
She was determined to be silent, obviously in no mood for a
cheerful conversation.

     "Most of the girls seem to be in a good mood today,
considering.  I figure it's just shock, we'll all have some sad
nights ahead.  I left friends and family up there too."

     "Their all dead, aren't they?" she said, quietly.

     "Probably.  Yes, by now, everyone I suppose, unless they're in
a submarine, something like that.  Even they won't last long, they
have to come up eventually, and then . . ."

     "What if someone got to a cave, or . . . "

     Yeah, what if.  I didn't need to finish that thought.  We were
the only ones in a cave built to survive the years to come, at
least the only ones we knew about.  I wondered if other facilities
were built by other countries.  I might be the last man living, it
was possible, maybe likely.

     "Well, come on, I'll help you put the food away."

     We turned to the little domestic chore, and it helped to break
the ice a bit.  Reagan gave me a little eye contact when we spoke,
and we kept it light, just talking about what we found in the
cases, and what kind of dishes to cook.  There was a lot of flank
steak, I suppose it gave good value for the storage area required. 
There wasn't any open flame to barbecue with in our cave, not
something they wanted to design for I suppose, but with the right
rub and marinade it would be possible to use a hot pan and the
broiler to fashion a pretty tasty meal.  There were lots of spices,
boxes of them.  I suppose this first load was designed to initially
stock the kitchens with that kind of thing.  But there was nothing
to eat that didn't require cooking, so we shared a couple of MRE's
for a mid-afternoon snack, sitting at a dining room table designed
for eight, on one side of the front common room.

     "Feels a little lonely in here, can you imagine what it will
be like with six girls running around the place?"

     Reagan paused her eating to think about that.  "Each of us
will have three you said?"

     "That's the idea.  I suppose it's possible for extras, like
twins, but that would limit someone else to two, unless one of the
girls can't get pregnant."

     "What if that happens, will you kill her?"

     I snorted, she was giving me a little verbal jab there.  Of
course, it was actually a reasonable question.  What if? 
Eliminating an unproductive member of the community would extend
the life of the facility by that much, it might be critical if the
projections were off.

     "It would be efficient, " I answered.  "But, no, not unless it
came down to life or death for someone else.  We might all have to
make some very difficult choices if something breaks in here and we
can't fix it, there's no sugar coating it.  This is no game."

     "What if someone doesn't want to have children?"

     "No choice there, I'm afraid, I'll tie her up and strap her on
the medical lab table if necessary.  You know, it's not going to be
like you think."

     She looked over at me, a question in her eyes.

     "I'm not going to have sex with all of you, it won't work that
way.  It's going to be very clinical.  You're not my harem, if
that's what you thought."

     I think it was, by her expression.  

     "Did you have a chance to talk to any of the girls today?" I
asked.

     Reagan shrugged.  "A little, in the shower."

     "Any complaints, aside from the obvious?"

     "Clothes."

     "Oh, that wasn't the obvious, I forgot about that.  So they're
upset?"

     "They think it's so you can watch us naked."

     I laughed.  "Well, I suppose there is a certain charm to it,
like being in a nudist camp with nothing but girls.  I've been so
busy today I haven't given it much thought."

     It was actually true, I had noticed them I suppose, but I
hadn't really considered their exposed bodies in a sexual
perspective, there was too much going on, and I was used to it by
now.  Of course, I had April, but I had spent all day with her in
the buff as well.

     "They're not very happy about it."

     "Hmmm.  What about you, do you feel the same way?"

     She cast down her eyes and shrugged.  "I don't know really,
it's kind of weird, but . . . "

     Maybe a little exciting, I thought.  

     "Well, there are clothes in the houses, just loose shifts and
shorts, that kind of thing, some panties.  I don't want to get in
the habit of clothes, and definitely not the next generation, but
I'll make you a deal."

     Reagan looked up, attentive.

     "I want you to be the leader, so . . . "

     "If I stay naked, the other girls can wear clothes?"

     "Something like that.  I assume everyone will want to revert
back to clothes at first, even though they'll sweat inside them in
this cave.  I want you to start wearing clothes and then abandon
them gradually, blame the heat.  Start with your blouse and pants,
leave your panties on, and then strip those off too, let it happen
casually."

     "What if no one else goes along?"
    
     "Well, Clarissa will, she'll follow whatever you do, and where
two go, others will follow.  April and I will stay in our birthday
suits, she won't like that much, but she'll do what I say, that's
four.  It will take some time, but eventually we'll get there. 
Deal?"

     "How long?"

     "Oh, a week, whatever, don't force it.  Maybe start stripping
off when you're inside, get Clarissa used to it, and then start
appearing outside topless, that kind of thing.  You know where I
want it to go, use your judgement."

     She was silent for a minute, chewing her food a little and
thinking.  

     "OK.  When do we start?"

     "I'll announce it tonight in the auditorium.  Don't worry, I
won't break your confidence.  If Clarissa asks, just say I was
worried about you, after yesterday."

     She nodded.  

     I stood up and kissed her on the top of her head on my way out
the door.  "Thanks, and let me know if there are any other
problems.  The system can spy on all of you, what you eat, what you
read, most of what you say, but it can't read your minds, and I
need to know what's going on out here."

     I caught the look she gave me.

     "Oh yeah, they designed this place with every surveillance
device known to man.  The system kindly informed me this morning
that you and Clarissa were guilty of two violations of the morality
codes, sleeping in the same bed and being in physical contact.  It
recommends punishment for both of you."

     She raised her eyes at me from the table.

     "I hope the system's not programmed to be mad at me when I
ignore it routinely," I said.  See you tonight."


9)  First moves


     I tracked down April and Clarissa as they were heading to our
house with the last delivery.  I sent Clarissa off to finish up her
homework and left April behind to unpack, while I returned the
pallet cart and locked up the caves.  When I got home I found her
in the kitchen standing on a stool, putting packages away in the
upper cupboards.

     I came up behind her and reached around to give her a hug,
letting one hand fall across her chubby breast cones while I
planted a big kiss on her back.  She squealed in surprise and I
lifted her off the stool, turning her around in one motion,
spreading her legs and grabbing her by the back and butt so that
she was facing me with her pussy pressed up against my crotch.  I
could feel my cock stir and brush up against the bottom swell of
her cheeks as I gave her another kiss on the mouth.  I laughed as
she struggled away from the kiss, and set her back on her feet.

     "Did you and Clarissa have fun?" I asked, idly looking through
the food packages.

     April was a little in shock from my assault and took a moment
to get her tongue working.

     "Yeah, I guess.  It was fun driving around."

     "Good, how did Clarissa seem, she didn't look too depressed,
did you girls talk about your families, anything like that?"

     "No, not really.  She wondered what you and Reagan were
talking about."

     "Ah, I see.  I think Clarissa likes Reagan a lot.  Well, we're
talking about clothes, actually."

     "Clothes?"

     "Reagan told me the girls are real upset about it, they think
I want them naked just to leer at them.  Did Clarissa say anything
like that?"

     April shook her head no.

     "Well, I think I'll change my mind and let them have their
clothes for now.  Reagan and Clarissa will drop theirs later and
hopefully the rest of the girls will follow.  It's too warm in here
for clothes anyway."

     I could see the question on her face.

     "Nope, sorry old girl."  I reached out and stroked her hair. 
"You and I have to lead, besides I need someone to leer at, and
you're the prettiest girl anyway."

     April dropped her eyes, it was clear she wasn't happy about
being singled out.  I kneeled down to her level and reached out to
lift her chin.

     "Don't worry, it will only be for a little while, and you're
a brave girl when you need to be.  Doesn't it feel a little
exciting, being naked and free?"

     April shrugged.  I was pretty sure it did, she hadn't
complained up to now and she knew she could talk to me.  But it was
tough to be singled out, she'd had enough of that, I knew.

     "Well, don't worry about it, the girls will be inside for the
most part over the next few weeks, and when we do see them they'll
be naked anyway, in the showers or in the clinic.  We have some
medical work to do, so we'll be seeing a lot more of their bodies
than they show walking around.  Other than that, it's you and me,
and we won't have any secrets, will we?"

     She shrugged again.  I hugged her, kissed her on the forehead,
and went about getting some dinner, it was late and I was starved. 
I wasn't aware of it through the system manuals, but apparently the
lead dog got the best scraps.  I discovered we had the basic items
that the girls had received, but a larger portion, which made
sense, given my size.  In addition we had been given an allotment
of fine quality steaks, all boneless, strips mostly, and low and
behold, ice cream, in odd square boxes.  I decided a couple of the
strips would be good, pan fried, and some spaghetti as a side
course, with ice cream for desert, mostly for April.  We had all
the ingredients to make whatever sort of cookie we could dream up,
peanut butter, chocolate in blocks, eggs and cream in the form of
desiccated packages and plenty of flour and sugar.  I thought I
would make up a batch or two so that April would have something to
satisfy her snack attacks, keep her happy and full.

     I was a pretty decent cook myself in my past life, or at least
that's what two days ago seemed like.  The kitchen was well stocked
with tools, including Joy of Cooking, exactly the one book I would
want to have in a situation like this.  I got April involved as
much as I could, letting her mix up the cookie dough while I cooked
spaghetti sauce and grated some really nice Parmesan Reggiano, a
little crumbly from being frozen in liquid nitrogen, but top
quality nevertheless.  By the time April finished getting the
cookies in the oven, with a little help from me along the way, our
dinner was ready to dish up.  I set out a couple of plates on a
little nook table in the kitchen that looked out a window into the
yard.  We only had water to drink, but it was still quite a feast
in the circumstances, eating steak and pasta with the smell of
cookies in the air.

     April loved it, not the steak so much, but the spaghetti,
getting a nice carb high.  She ate quite a bit of hers, but I
cooked way more than we could finish, and while she was putting the
first set of cookies out to cool I packaged up the leftovers in
ceramic dishes and stored them in the fridge, inviting April to
snack on them and showing her how to microwave the portions.  All
the dishes were made out this weird ceramic stuff, apparently tough
as hell to avoid breakage, and scratch resistant to resist germ
growth.  I assumed they cost a fortune, they probably made jet
turbine blades out of stuff like this.

     We finished up the cookies and set the last batch out just
before one of the computer monitors set into the kitchen wall
reminded me it was time for the evening's assembly.

     "Whoops, leave those there, we have to go.  We'll have ice
cream and cookies when we get back and get a good night's sleep. 
We have lots more to do tomorrow."

     April looked longingly back at the cookies as we walked out,
but she was in a fine mood as we walked down the lane to the
meeting hall, letting me take her hand and almost skipping along. 
Today was probably one of the most exciting days of her life after
all, in a weird sort of way.  I figured there were going to be days
when she would feel depressed, but of all the girls, she probably
had the least cause to mourn.

     The rest of the girls were milling about on the bleachers when
we walked in, but quickly sat down in their places and fell quiet. 
I'm sure they remembered well the proceedings of the previous
night.  I stepped up to the podium to address them.

     "OK, I see you all completed your assignments today, did
everyone get a decent dinner?  Some yes, some no, eh?  April and I
cooked spaghetti, maybe some of you did too?"

     A few of the girls nodded.  I made sense, probably the easiest
thing to do.

     "Well, you'll have to learn to cook, there's plenty of
information on the system, and you've all got a cookbook in your
house.  If anyone wants to teach the rest or anything like that,
the common house up the street has a full commercial kitchen. 
Maybe later one of you can be become the community baker, that
would be nice, the smell of cooking bread in the air?"

     I could see the idea of warm bread was nicely received, a
couple of the girls licked their lips at the thought.

     "OK, tomorrow and every day from now on, your routine will be
given to you by your computer terminal.  It will direct you to take
lessons from it, to exercise, perform chores, all kinds of things. 
The first few months will be all about this facility, how the
machines work, and how to fix them, and then we'll go on from there
to learn all the survival skills we'll need.  Some of you will be
doctors and dentists, some will be experts on farming, some will
learn how to fix heavy machines."

     The girls were all lost in thought, reminded of what we were
doing here, a little overwhelmed.

     "Next, we're switching partners tonight, the odd numbers will
stay with the house and the even numbers will move up one number. 
Number Two, you're with Number Three, Number Twenty-Four, you move
in with Number One, and so forth."

     I could see some regret on their faces, they had already made
friends, and the first relationships were likely to be the
strongest.

     "Same rules apply, sleep with each other in the same bed until
we complete the rounds.  Today there were plenty of distractions,
but you're going to feel sad as we settle in, and you need to feel
that way, to let the past go.  I need you to comfort each other, to
get to know all your sisters in an intimate way."

     "Now, a rule change.  I've changed my mind for now, and you
can wear clothes if you like."

     That got a good response, I could see the girls looking at
each other with relief in their faces.

     "Eventually I want you to drop them, they're not necessary and
the water wasted on cleaning them of the sweat they'll cause may be
the difference between life and death for your children many years
from now, if the lunatics that built this place got their science
wrong.  Think about that."

     "In the meantime, my lady April and I will provide the
example, and we'll proudly display our birthday suits.  That leaves
April all by herself, so give her some company as soon as you can,
someone display some courage and drop your drawers."

     Everyone was looking at April, and I turned around to look as
well.  She was squirming a little in the chair, not liking the
attention obviously.  I smiled at her and winked.

     "I know, she's brave, isn't she?  We're lucky to have her,
don't forget that if you need to bring something to my attention
and you don't want to talk to me, then speak to April instead."

     "OK, that's it, be sure to plug your key card in when you move
tonight.  Oh, by the way, April and I will fill the pools tomorrow,
there's one in the gymnasium next door and there's a pond at the
far end.  When you have spare time, I think you'll find company
there, it's probably where we'll be hanging out when there's
nothing else to do."

     "I've also made some movies and TV programs available, and
you'll find tonight that your sets work.  The first thing you'll
see is a menu, and I'm sure you all know how to use a remote, we
all came from that generation, didn't we?"

     "OK, dismissed for now, see you back here tomorrow night for
the next partner assignment."

     The girls broke up, some of them hugging their house mates. 
I could see that Clarissa and Reagan were particularly reluctant to
part.  I pulled Clarissa aside as they filed out.

     "Don't worry, you can get back together again with Reagan in
a couple of weeks if you want, I just want everyone to get
acquainted, OK?"

     "Yes sir," she said.

     "Good, now go give her a kiss."

     Reagan was standing outside, waiting to say goodbye, and
Clarissa did as I suggested, kissing her on the cheek as they
parted.  

     "Our first couple," I said to April, who was watching as well.

     "You mean like lesbos?"

     "Not much choice is there?  They're going to want to have sex,
they don't that now.  So will you, and you're the only one who gets
me, kiddo."

     She didn't look convinced.  I rubbed the top of her head and
laughed.  "You'll see.  Let's close up and go home, snuggle down
with some cookies and ice cream, that's about as good as sex."

     "We're going to fill the pools tomorrow?" She asked.  "I
thought you said we had to look at them, you know, the girls."

     "Yeah, we start some medical work tomorrow, and give them
their shoulder numbers.  They'll be given times to report by their
terminals tomorrow, so I didn't mention it.  I wonder if anyone
will show up nude?"

     "Reagan was going to?"

     "Reagan's working for us, she's going to shed her clothes
gradually, try and make it look natural.  Clarissa will go along,
I'm sure.  But maybe one of the other girls will do it first, I
don't know.   Well, come on, let's go home, another long day
tomorrow."

     After performing our bathroom chores, we climbed into bed. 
April had fun spreading the ice cream (a really good chocolate
swirl) on her cookies, making little sandwiches.  There was plenty
and even she didn't finish it all.  I piled up the leftover cookies
on one of the plates and left it on the bed table on her side so
she could sneak one if she woke up in the middle of the night.  

     She was lying in bed with the sheets up when I returned from
the kitchen, just kind of lolling around with a full belly, not
thinking about much.  She didn't even react when I crawled in next
to her, a bottle of lotion in my hand.

     "Roll over honey, and I'll do your back," I said, squirting
some of the lotion in my hand.

     She looked a little concerned about that, but did as I said,
turning over to lie on her tummy with her head turned away.  I
whisked the sheet off her and admired her big bottom and the
expanse of smooth baby-like skin.  I straddled her thighs and
started in, working up her back to her shoulders, kneading the
lotion into her skin.

     She was a little tense at first, but soon gave way to the
pleasure of being rubbed like that.  I could feel her body go slack
and see her eyes close as she let herself drift.  When my hands
moved down her back to the upper swell of her bottom she locked up
a little, but didn't react too much after that, as I moved my hands
over her cheeks and down the back of her thighs, lifting myself off
to kneel beside her back so I could reach her legs.  When I was
done with the back of her thighs and calves, I let my hands work
back up the insides of her legs, just missing her pussy lips, but
plunging fully between her bottom cheeks, getting nice handfuls of
the butt cleavage and working the lotion right down and around her
pink little asshole.  

     "Turn over sweetheart, and I'll do your front."

     She opened her eyes and looked up at me a little suspiciously,
but complied as I reached over to help her shift.  At first she
primly kept her legs together, but she was still stunningly sexual,
her plump pussy lips expressing themselves from between her thighs,
and her breast cones standing up high.

     I started innocently enough, turning around and working on her
feet.  She loved that, and I spent plenty of time on them, getting
them good and warm.  Her legs parted a little from being
manipulated, and she didn't pull them together when I worked my way
up to her knees, even though there was pussy exposed all the way
down her crack.  I spent plenty of time on her thighs, but once
again when I shifted to her tummy and sides, I let my hands dip in
very close to her lips, but didn't touch, not yet.

     I didn't get overtly sexual until I had finished her shoulders
and arms.  She was lying back in the bed, very comfortable and
relaxed, and I decided to let things go a bit.  The next thing she
felt was my lips on her breasts, as I kissed her left and then her
right nipples, right at the soft tip.  Not getting any protest from
her, and only a slight intake of breath, I pulled the left one into
my mouth and let my tongue roll around the puffy nipple for a
minute, ending with a sucking sound as I let the breast roll out
between my lips.  Her nipples were too young to get hard in any
sense, but I could tell they were sensitive, and she was
responding, keeping her eyes closed and parting her lips a little.

     I let the pressure fall a bit and went back to the lotion,
working down from her shoulders this time, and letting my hands
freely roam over her breasts, rubbing and cupping them until the
lotion was absorbed.  Then I made the move, rubbing over her tummy
lightly and shifting my position so I was kneeling next to her,
facing her legs.  At first I just touched her on the top part of
her mound, which was nearly white, bulging up like a little hill. 
I let my fingers just brush the start of her lips, and then
smoothed lotion right over the top, working from her thighs to her
mound in soft strokes.

     It could have gone either way then, it depended on her mood,
but I was in luck, and rather than tensing up, she let go.  I
noticed her legs relax and part a little, her feet pulling up to
bend her knees, which she allowed to fall away on either side,
exposing the prize.  She knew where I was headed, and I didn't
hesitate, letting my hands roam over the insides of her thighs to
her bottom cheeks, and then back up, putting just a little pressure
on the pussy lips.  Over the next few minutes I let my hands do as
they pleased, just giving her a nice rubbing motion, not grabbing
anything or poking at her.  She was completely exposed at that
point, her little clitty fully engorged and peeking out at the top
of her delightful inner lips, getting plenty of attention as my
hands rubbed her crotch.  I could see her vaginal canal between the
lower lips and got a good shot at the constricting ring inside -
not too bad, it wouldn't be very painful for her the first time.

     But not tonight, not yet, though I had a raging hard on of
course.  Instead I gradually constricted my motions to focus more
on her pleasure center, using only the sides and palms of my hand,
but giving her direct stimulation, up and down over her nub, until
I could feel her raise her hips against the pressure, seeking it
out.  I complied at last, lying beside her, squirting some lotion
on two fingers, and going straight for her clit, surrounding it
with my fingers, rubbing past and over it, trying to gauge her
sensitivity level, backing down just a bit when it was obvious that
manipulating it with the ends of my fingers was just too much.

     April was straining in the bed, her hands palm down, bunching
up the sheet, tensing and searching for something she probably
didn't even know how to find.  I helped as much as I could, moving
quicker in a constant rhythm that I tried to match against her own
movements, until finally she held her breath and stiffened up, just
a few little bumps as I limited my movements to try and maintain
her at the peak.  Finally she let out her breath in a gasp and
closed her legs against me, turning to bury her face in the pillow
as I let her go, rolling her over on her side and holding her, just
keeping my hands to her tummy and legs, not trying for anything
else tonight.

     I thought it best not to say anything at all, just hold her,
though she must have felt my cock hard up against the back of her
legs.  She feel asleep that way, leaving me unsatisfied as I
reached over to turn the lights.  Well, there was always tomorrow. 
It was time she learned to take me in hand, so to speak.


10)  Intimate secrets

     When April woke up the next morning I made her blueberry
pancakes, which was right up her alley.  I didn't mention anything
about the previous night, except that I was a little more sexual,
spooning with her in bed and cupping one of her breasts casually,
and rubbing my cock on her legs a little.  

     It was relatively easy to get the pools filled and the
machinery started, most of it operated automatically.  The water
was very pure, practically distilled water, as it was constantly
being purified by filters and required no chlorine.  After we had
the equipment checked out, it was simply a matter of starting the
water flow and waiting for it to fill, so we used the rest of the
morning to visit the caves again, filling up the common "store"
with goods, and taking plastic covers off the exercise equipment in
the gym area.  The girls were all busy with their computer
assignments, so we were on our own.  

     For lunch I cooked up a quick shrimp and rice dish, with
reconstituted coconut milk and thai seasoning for a peanut sauce
that was actually quite good.  I made plenty for leftovers, and we
now had a good stock in the fridge.  April didn't have a chance to
snack very much in the morning, I kept her running, but we found a
spare hour before the appointments began, and used the time to
shower and then cuddle in bed while April munched on a couple of
cookies.  For a few minutes we lay facing each other with my cock
stiff, the head pressed against her vulva.  I didn't do anything
about it, but I didn't move it either, and we had a little moment
where we communicated that my member was going to require
attention, without having to say anything about it.

    I had scheduled the girls to arrive in order, and Number One
was waiting for us at the clinic door when we arrived.  I opened up
the door for business and we were underway, the first of a long
series of examinations and procedures.  There was a long checklist
that required blood samples for analysis, weight and height
measurements, a treadmill test, urine analysis, all the usual
physicals.  There were machines to do the actual analysis work, all
we had to do was take measurements and samples.

     The next step involved a complete examination of her skin and
cavities, including a very uncomfortable probe up her ass to check
for growths.  She had already been prompted to give herself an
enema that morning by her program for the day, but sticking a scope
up anyone's butt is no fun on either side.  

     Performing a vaginal exam sounds like fun, and certainly I
didn't mind poking around in the girl's virginal pussy flesh, but
scoping out her cervix was still like looking into her guts. 
Number One didn't like that one very much.  The scope tube was very
small, about the thickness of a pencil, but her hymen was tight and
sensitive and she wailed pretty good as I slid it in.  Or I should
say "we", as April performed part of the procedure with me.  She
was doing fine, carrying out her tasks without complaint, and
generally seeming to be happy to be in my company.  I patted her
behind and rubbed her back now and then, just keeping in contact,
and she liked it.

     There were two procedures left, and Number One was not too
thrilled about them.  First was to begin the process of widening
her hymen.  It wasn't strictly necessary at her age, but I wanted
to encourage the girls to start having sex, and penetration with
whatever sort of substitute penises we could make was a natural
part of that (the shelter designers weren't about to provide
vibrators or dildos of course).

     The clinic equipment package included a neat case with a
series of black plastic tapered rods, starting off as small as the
probe and ending with a diameter somewhat larger than my own shaft. 
The purpose was exactly this, but not for sex.  See, I wasn't even
suppose to penetrate my harem, much less have sex with them.  Oh
no, it was intended that I would cum into a syringe that would be
injected into their waiting uterus.  The rods were to widen the
hymen for childbirth.  Well, no thanks, I would at least take the
opportunity to plant my seed the old fashioned way, romantic or
not.  No virgin births here.

     So it was that Number One found herself lying on the exam
table in fetal position with her pussy lips sticking out under her
bottom cheeks and me sliding a piece of lubricated plastic between
them while the girl howled in protest, April holding her hands and
trying to soothe her.  I only made her take the first two, and we
didn't make a lot of progress, but it was a start.  I have to
admit, it was fun penetrating her with the rods and listening to
her cries.  I had to think hard about something else to avoid
sporting a boner afterwards.

     Finally she received her shoulder number, which would
permanently mark her for life.  The purpose was to positively
identify her and her offspring so that in future years inbreeding
could be avoided as much as possible.  One of the rules of the
future generations was to be that no root number could mate with
the same line, a sort of taboo.  Number One's children would be
marked "11", "12" and "13", and her grandchildren would carry two
numbers, like "111" for the maternal line and "323" for the
paternal.  The numbering system would last for many generations,
far beyond our lives.  There was no need for a paternal designation
for the first couple generations, the lack of a second number would
of course mean I was the father.

     The number was placed on the right arm just below the
shoulder, and was branded in place with a kind of tatoo ink jet by
a electric device.  It seemed harmless enough, just a flat surface
at the end of an instrument about the size of an electric razor,
but it hurt like hell when it punched the number into the skin, and
it took Number One several minutes to stop crying and settle down. 

     We took three more girls the next day, and four more each day
thereafter, all in the afternoon after completing other tasks.  Of
course the word got around after day one, and Number Five was
already shivering in fear by the time she showed up at the clinic. 
Number Six actually peed herself in fear before her tatoo was
applied, though she admitted afterwards it wasn't that big of a
deal, no worse than a bee sting.  

     In the meantime April and I continued to explore cooking,
generally sticking to high carb foods she liked.  We made a very
passable chicken lasagna, and a nice casserole dish we called
cheddar chicken with chiles, using broken up lasagna noodles,
chicken, canned chiles and cheese, with a white sauce.  Various
meats with rice worked well, including some chinese style dishes
with sweet brown sauces we perfected over time (the first couple
were pretty horrible actually).  We started on making bread, and
although our first few loaves were too dense to be called a
success, it felt very homey to be eating a sliced ham sandwich for
lunch.  The only thing completely off the menu was vegetables, the
dried examples in the package were basically a waste of space, just
awful.  I think they knew that, there were only a few, probably
designed for soups and the like.  That was OK with April, she
wasn't quite the vegetable type anyway, nor was I for that matter.

     The next night after our first sexual encounter I pretty much
left her alone, just some hugging and kissing, neither of us was
feeling all that sexual after probing bodies all afternoon.  But
the night after my cock made it clear it meant business.  It was
mid-evening before we finished up the dishes.  April was sitting at
the kitchen table just idling looking out the window while I put
things away.  I leaned over and gave her a kiss.

     "Wash up in the bathroom, and join me in bed, OK?"

     "Wash up?"

     "Use the bidet, clean yourself good."

     April didn't say anything, but her eyes went wide as she
nodded.  She knew what was going to happen, I'm sure.  While see
padded off to the bedroom I closed up shop and took a last look at
the girls on the security system, and used one of the other
bathrooms I had basically taken over as my own, April claiming the
bathroom off the master bedroom.  I gave my cock a good wash, and
it remained at half mast afterwards, anticipating the action to
come.

     I was already in bed when April came out of the bathroom, eyes
downcast.  The other night had been different, there wasn't any
warning and it developed slowly.  Tonight she knew I meant business
and she was fairly subdued.  I patted the bed beside me and she
crawled into place, kind of curling up, her legs clamped down on
her pussy.

     "Relax honey, I'm not going to hurt you, we're just going to
play around like the other night, only I get some tonight too."

     "You don't want to put it in me?" she said quietly.

     I laughed and kissed her.  "In the worst possible way, but not
tonight, and not until I think you're ready.  There's a lot to
learn before then about making each other happy, starting with a
nice long kiss."

     She relaxed a little when she learned she wasn't going to get
boned, and I pulled and prodded her body until she was pressed up
against me, and cradled her back as I gave her a nice long soul
kiss.  Her lips didn't respond at first, but after a few minutes of
kissing and rubbing her back and bottom she warmed up some.  It
wasn't too long until I was kissing her breasts and she was lying
back and breathing hard, her legs parted just a little.  Some girls
say their nipples are wired directly to their clitoris, and it sure
seemed that way with April.

     This time I had a surprise in store for her, and instead of
dipping my fingers between her legs, I moved her onto her back and
started kissing down her body, up and over her tummy until I
reached her mound, which I kissed and licked lovingly while I
massaged the inside of her thighs and just brushed her open pussy,
which she had on full display for me, her knees spread wide and her
feet touching sole to sole, ready to search for the same feeling
again, the little minx.

     It must have come as a surprise when my kisses started moving
down her mound to trace the long sweet curve of her plush outer
lips as they dived between her wide open legs.  I could hear her
breath stop and sensed her head move up to see what was going on,
but her tummy blocked the view.  I took my time, very gently
turning from kisses to licks and finally to direct contact around
her clit with my tongue.  She had done a good job of cleaning
herself, and her pussy in an excited state was very clean smelling,
for which I was glad, given that it was the only pussy I had to
eat.

     The tongue did the job and she was soon moaning and tensing
her body up, shifting around as I laid pressure on her from
different angles, searching for that one position that would get
take her where she wanted to go.  When she started to have her
little explosive cums, I reached under and gripped her bottom
cheeks to prevent her from moving away, and rather mercilessly
tongue lashed her until she snapped her legs shut and rolled away
from the torment, gasping and shivering.  Oh yeah, I thought, we
have liftoff.

     I quickly grabbed some lotion and lathered up, moved in behind
her and lifted up her right leg, sticking my cock in the gap before
she could shut it, pinning my unit between her legs with the
lubricated head pressing between her pussy lips.  I pulled her to
me and kept her captive like that, just leaving it in place for
now, enjoying the pure sensation of young plump girl flesh
surrounding the stiff shaft.  Oh man, did that feel nice.  I rubbed
her belly and let her settle down, and then began very slow to move
it back and forth between her legs, just enough to keep it
interested.  Ecstasy!

     We stayed like that for awhile until she recovered enough to
be sensitive to my motions, and I increased the tempo and the
pressure, pushing into her pussy lips from her rear, the tip of my
cock rubbing over her sensitized clit while I held her breasts in
my hands, just gently cupping them, not squeezing or anything like
that, as I could sense that wouldn't be comfortable in her state. 

     I maintained a steady rhythm for some time until I felt her
body moving along with me, trying to find the sensation that would
bring her a second release.  When I heard her holding her breath I
let her have it full force, her bottom making slapping sounds
against my stomach as I pounded into the space between her legs. 
Once again she squealed and shivered and pulled away, and I let her
go this time, lying beside her and rubbing her back until she was
sensible.

     I'm sure she would have liked to go to sleep like that, but
not this time.  I rolled her over facing me and gave her a drink of
water and then proceeded to introduce her little fingers to my
unit, where they were destined to stay for many years to come.  She
was a little shocked at first, but she didn't move her hand away,
and I rolled back onto my back a little to help her with the angle. 
She had her left hand on it in that position, her weak hand, but it
didn't matter for tonight, I didn't need much action.

     "Honey, I need to feel like you did, and I need you to run
your hand up and down the shaft, like this."

     I reached down and folded her hand around it moving it along
the slick cock and getting her to grip it with enough pressure to
prime the pump.

     "That's right, just like that, it won't take long tonight, I'm
way overdo to pop."

     I lay back and watched her prop her head up with one hand
while her other worked my cock.  I had a great view past her soft
blonde hair, down to her pink boobies, over her plump stomach and
mound to where her chubby little hand was stroking.  It was just
about as erotic as it gets, and I didn't want it to end.  But my
unit definitely had other ideas.  I reached behind me and grabbed
the towel I had placed there, tossing it between us.

    "Don't stop honey, that's good, keep going.  It's going to
squirt like mad and I don't want to get it all over us, not tonight
anyway, there's too much coming.  Aim into the towel when it begins
to spurt, but keep going, just slow and gentle while it's emptying
out, it gets very sensitive, I think you know what I mean.  I'm
going to shut up now, and . . ."

     I lay back and let the geyser build.  April was doing a great
job, increasing the tempo in response to little thrusts of my hips
and stroking all the way up and down, just hitting the tip.  I
could show her how to do this like a pro later, but for now . . .
oh, christ hell . . . uh, uh uh!  The first spurt was a lazy little
dribble, just a warning shot.  The next one nailed her right in the
tummy before she shifted the aim towards the towel.  Then it was
just one spurt after another until I could barely stand it.

     "Easy, girl, slow and gentle now . . . oh god, yes, perfect .
. . ohhhhhh, man."

     When it was finally over I collapsed back on the bed, spent
totally.  April to her credit wasn't grossed out, and kept stroking
my cock even though her hand was wet with cum mixed with lotion. 
She also had a long streak that had just crested the curve of her
tummy and was now sliding down her skin.  There was a big glob I
could see had impacted the bottom curve of her tummy as well, so
she got nailed pretty effectively, but fortunately not in the face
or anything like that.  I let her idly play with it for awhile
before gathering up the towel and wiping us down with the dry
parts, tossing it on the floor and shifting around to take her back
in my arms, my spent cock now laying peacefully against her legs.

     "Mmmm, baby, that was really nice, thanks a lot."  I kissed
her nose and she giggled.

     I wanted to know how she felt about it, but words weren't
appropriate, and besides, it became evident she hadn't minded at
all when her hand drifted down between us and found the softening
cock.  I opened my eyes to see that she was looking down at it
while she turned it over in hands, just playing around.  Well, it
was all hers now.  I played with her bottom for awhile enjoying
cupping the cheeks in hands.  She had her toys, I had mine.

     She wasn't quite ready for sleep it seemed, her eyes were
bright and she smiled while we played kissy face for awhile.  

     "Feel like taking a quick shower and a little walk in the
moonlight before bed, maybe some ice cream?"

     "Yeah!" she replied, with a big smile.  We were alone in the
showers and just rinsed off our bodies, and then took a walk down
the lane as we dried, enjoying the false sensation of being outside
while the evening breezes comforted us.  I could see down the paths
the lights of TV sets flickering in the woods, a nice homey feel,
eight-year old girls in pj's, eating snacks and watching a movie. 
April and I had yet to use the TV, just too busy I guess.  We ended
up at the pond at the far north end of the cave, and walked into
the grass circle to find a couple of girls sitting on a bench and
talking.  I waved to them without asking who they were and we found
another bench to sit on around the shore a little ways.

     "Hmmm, a nice night.  I wish we didn't have to work tomorrow
and could just lie around and play."

     April giggled and hugged my arm.  

     "Are we going to do stuff like that every night?"

     "There's no rules, it's whatever pleases us.  I like the
mornings myself."

     "In the daylight?" she gasped.

     "We had the lights on."

     "Oh yeah . . . "

     It was true, I hadn't even thought about turning them off, the
first night it had progressed from a massage, and the second night
it just didn't occur to me.

     "It's nice in the dark," I said, "More romantic, not as . . .
well, nasty I guess."

     April giggled and hid her face in my side while I cradled her. 

     "Nasty," she said, apparently liking the word.

     "When I was young that's what we used to call getting naked,
playing nasty."

     She liked that, saying it over a couple times and collapsing
into giggling fits.

     "Silly girl."

     "I'm nasty," she said, snorting and tittering.  

     We settled down for a minute, and I felt a hand creeping
across my leg until it found my cock and rubbed it gently.

     "Yes, you are, thank goodness for that."  I settled back and
let my cock rise, and before we slept that night the sports turf
ended up being graced by a few more spurts rising into the night
sky, while April giggled with delight, playing with her new toy.


11)  April's first time

     I had enjoyed sex play with April, but it was time to move on
to full intercourse.  April loved to be rubbed and licked, she
couldn't get enough of it really, but I knew having a stiff cock
inside her would open her up to real satisfaction, rather than the
brief little orgasms she was having from being played with and
licked.

     After dinner one night we checked on all the girls, made sure
the facility was comfortably into night mode, and went our separate
ways to the bathroom, an unspoken agreement to meet in bed for fun. 
I didn't have coax April into sex, and when I finished up and
entered the bedroom I found her on her back, a pillow under her
head, spread eagle.  She didn't like to talk about it most of the
time, unless we were in a silly mood, but she didn't need to.  I
knew she wanted to be licked.  I smiled at her and she giggled back
and hid her face in her hands, but she kept her legs open.

     I crawled onto the bed and arranged myself beside her,
kneeling on her right with my legs spread so she could reach me. 
I began kissing her plump legs and tummy, and right away I felt her
warm little hand on my cock, stroking it firmly.  We had a game we
played, where I would synchronize the intensity of my pussy licking
with the pressure and speed of her cock pumping.  If she lost focus
and didn't keep my cock interested, I would allow my tongue to slip
from between her folds and would wander off kissing her pubes or
thighs until she got the message and started seriously working my
cock.  She would do the same to me, if she was cumming and I was
relentlessly tongue lashing her clitty, she would squeeze me hard
until I let up.  Tonight obviously she didn't want foreplay and was
insistent I get to business.

     I complied and kissed down her tummy over the pronounced bump
of her mons and slipped right between her plump pussy lips with my
tongue, wrapping it around her little bump and pressing forcefully
until she squealed and tried to move away.  I laughed as she
squeezed my cock hard, and backed off, kissing her lips and licking
up and down the divide, surrounding her clit without putting direct
pressure on it yet.  Her pussy was fresh and pure, clean little
inner lips surrounding her private places, a delight to the eye and
the mouth.  I longed to see my cock disappearing inside.  It was
time to begin.

     I didn't say anything at first, just continued to play our
game, licking and kissing her as she liked until she had two or
three of her little spasms.  As usual I straddled her face and she
complied by taking my cock in her mouth for awhile, rolling it
around and sucking on it.  I could tell when she was getting set to
cum, she would forget about the cock in her mouth for a moment and
just let it lie there while her body tensed.  I increased my
motions relentlessly until she let out her breath and collapsed,
spitting me out to take a few deep breaths, and closing her legs
against further assaults until she recovered.

     Once I was so excited I kept thrusting in her mouth until I
came, and she choked on it in surprise, so I was careful after that
to keep control until we were done.  She didn't mind sucking me
off, she was very good at it too, but she felt trapped in that
position and didn't like having me spurt in her mouth when she was
on her back.  My cock was raging for action at this point, and we
might proceed to her sucking me off, straddling me while I played
with her plump flesh.  Sometimes we would wet hump, usually with
her kneeling on a towel while I lubricated my cock and plunged into
a pussy made up of her thighs and pussy lips, running my cock past
her clit until I spurted between her legs.

     It was in that position I arranged her tonight, and she
settled in as usual, pressing her legs together as she knew I
liked.  But this time I surprised her and pulled them apart,
pushing her shoulders down and pulling her up on her knees,
exposing her little holes to me.  She probably didn't think
anything of it at first, as I liked to play with her this way, and
often rubbed my cock over her pussy and ass in this position,
teasing the back of her clit with my head.  But when I placed the
tip right at her opening and began to push, she realized something
was happening, and raised up and looked around with a question on
her face.

     "Relax," I said, "I'm going to start opening you up a bit,
pushing inside a little.  Don't worry, I'll go slow."

     She didn't look too happy about it, but she knew who was in
charge, despite our generally light and friendly relationship.  She
allowed me to arrange her so her bottom was up in the air, but I
could feel her tense up.

     "Just relax, don't tighten up, easy now."  I massaged her back
and bottom cheeks until she softened a bit, all the time playing
around her opening with the tip of my cock.  When she was settled
in I once again pressed it to the opening.  

     The flesh at the end of the cock is fairly yielding, and it
was well lubricated, so I let it kind of mold itself to the
contours of the inside of her opening.  Once I had about half of it
in, I stopped and just rocked back and forth a little, keeping
pressure to bear, but not insistent, just letting the motion press
the swelling tip against her resistance.  When the canal entrance
was well lubricated and a little more accepting, I quickly grabbed
a handful of flesh on either side of her hips and pressed the tip
past her hymen until the head was suddenly past and my shaft was
surrounded by her newly plowed flesh.

     I knew this was a little painful and scary, in spite of her
long since being opened by the clinic kit, and as soon as she began
to try and escape I wrapped one arm around her waist to prevent it
and started to soothe her with my free hand, rubbing her hair and
speaking softly to her as she struggled and cried.

     "Easy, easy, stay still and it won't hurt as much, just relax,
I won't move.''

     Gradually her movements eased off, since it was clear I wasn't
going to let her go, having her in a strong grip with my arm, my
cock now about an inch further inside, being pressed along by her
twitching.  I stroked her back with my free hand and cooed softly
to her, telling her she was alright, and how nice she felt.

     When she settled down I relaxed my grip and re-arranged her as
before, looking down to see my cock parting the folds of her pussy. 
I wasn't going to finish that way, I didn't want to cause her any
more discomfort, but I wanted to make sure she was thoroughly
penetrated.  So I reached over beside the bed and squeezed some
more baby oil onto the shaft of my cock, rubbing it around her lips
as well.  While I controlled her body with a firm grasp on her
hips, I eased my cock inside, concentrating on the tip to feel her
inside membranes moving past to make sure they weren't grabbing on
the invader.  I got about two more inches in until she began to
whimper, and I stopped, soothing her again.  I then slowly pulled
myself out to check her for damage.

     When she felt my cock leave her she started to rise up, but I
forced her back down again in the same position with gentle, but
insistent pressure.

     "Don't move for a minute honey, I want to take a look, clean
you up a bit, just relax."

     When she was passive, I wiped myself off and patted her down
with a cloth, blotting up the excess oil.  I opened a drawer beside
the bed and removed a large cotton swab I had place there earlier,
and moistened the end with vitamin E cream.  She stiffened a bit
when I inserted it, but the cool cream quickly quenched her pain as
I ran it inside and twirled it around very gently.  When I pulled
it out there was no blood at all.  The gradual pressure had
obviously allowed her flesh to accommodate the shaft without
tearing.  It would be sore for a few days, and the next time would
hurt a little as well, but gradually over the next few weeks it
would get easier and then pleasant for her.

     For now I forgot about my need to cum, and lay beside her,
pulling her over on her side to hold and soothe her.  I laid her
head on my chest and stroked her hair, my cock stiff against her
tummy, but no longer a threat, gradually softening as I massaged
her.

     "There, you did fine, it didn't hurt too much, did it?"

     She didn't answer, but moved her head up and down a little, in
denial.

     I chuckled.  "Hmmm, you seem to be breathing, think you'll
live?"

     This time she answered.  "Are you going to put it in me
again?"

     "Not tonight, relax my dear, let's go to sleep."

     "You don't want to do it?" she asked, obviously referring to
me cumming.

     "I don't need to, you had a rough night, take it easy and
sleep, you did fine."

     She surprised me by moving away a little and sliding her hand
down to my cock.  I didn't object and rolled over on my back,
letting her sit up so she could work it with her strong hand.  She
didn't look into my face, I could tell she was still stung by the
experience, a little betrayed I guess, but she was determined to be
brave and finish me off.  It didn't take long before I was
thrusting up to meet her hand, and before I could warn her off the
impending geyser, she cupped her free hand over the tip to catch
it, rubbing it back into my cock as it spurted out, pushing me to
the edge of pain from the sensation.

     When it was over she cleaned us off with a towel, drank a
little water, and climbed back into my arms.  I hugged her to me
and kissed her face, ending with her lips, which at first remained
firm, but gradually yielded until she was kissing me back.  I gave
her a final smack on the forehead, and brushed back her hair to
look at her face.

     "Good girl, I'm proud of you.  I'm so glad you're with me, did
I ever tell you that?"

     "Every night," she whispered, keeping her eyes closed, still
not completely won over to my charms this night. 

     I smiled, and kissed her once more as I reached over to shut
off the light.  No longer a little girl, but a plump little
butterball of a woman, she curled up in my arms and went to sleep.


12)  Birds and bees

     My scheme of forcing the girls to sleep with every other girl
ran out of possibilities before the fourth week, so I selected
pairs for the girls at random for the last five days.  Up to that
point I had only told them I was going to ignore the rule book and
insist that they sleep with each other for support.  The monitoring
system had helpfully informed me each time it detected the girls
sleeping with each other, which was every night of course, but it
also listed girls suspected of having sex, based on whatever
criteria it used.  I don't suppose it mattered too much in the rule
book, given that simply sleeping in the same bed was a violation,
but it gave me a clue as to how much fooling around was going on -
not too much, apparently.

     My favorite, Number Eleven, was listed as a suspected violator
in half the cases, four.  Maybe she had propositioned more of the
girls, but had been turned down.  The remaining four cases involved
one of the girls she had played with, and except in one case, with
each other.  That meant of the twenty-four girls, six had probably
engaged in some sex play.  So even though there were only eight
total cases out of 336 possible encounters, 25% of the girls had
been involved.  April of course had sex every night, and usually
once or twice during the day, but that was with me.

     I had called a day meeting, scheduled to start at 10 AM, but
the girls were seated in the padded bleachers well ahead of time,
and I called them to attention as soon as I was settled.  I was
glad to see that two more girls had decided to shed their clothes
for the meeting, making for a total of seven.  A few of the girls
were sitting with their legs tight together, a little uncomfortable
among all the dressed girls I supposed.  April and I were naked as
usual, and I could see the girls' eyes watching my cock waggle
around.  I pulled up a chair close to the bleachers for April to
sit.

     "OK, settle down," I said.  "You girls sitting out on the
edge, come in closer, let's get together in here tight so we can
all see."  I waited a moment for them to find new places, waving
them closer until all twenty-four girls were packed in tight in
front of me.

     "That's better.  OK, good news, everyone met their program
goals this week, and no one will be punished today."

     There was a audible sigh of relief.

     "Good girls, keep it up.  I have no desire to hurt you, but I
will, if I must."  I paused to let that settle in.  "Also, we're in
the fourth week now, and as I'm sure you have seen, the radiation
levels are matching projections.  I've been watching it every day
too, but remember this is going to take years, not weeks, so don't
get your hopes up.  The level will fall very fast at first, just
because it was so high.''

     I could see a little disappointment in some of the girls, a
sense of resigned depression in some of the others.  I knew they
had been watching their screens, and I wanted to get that out of
the way first.

     "Let's not forget, we're in a very delicate place, a small
patch of life in a dead world.  We need to work together to get
through this, but working towards a goal of starting life again
fifteen or twenty years from now is too hard to face.  So I want to
start a process to help you find a reason to live today, for the
next few years before there are children, and beyond."

     I had their attention, all of the girls' eyes were on me.  

     "Life is made worth living by many things.  We have a purpose
here, as you are all aware, and there is work to be done in
building your minds and skills to help our children survive.  The
future of human kind is worth living for."

     "But, day to day, people live for less lofty ideals, primarily
their own pleasure.  Many things give pleasure, intellectual
pursuits, physical activity, making and eating food, as some of you
have found, by necessity.  But the most pleasurable part of the day
is the joy people find in their relationships with each other."

     I could see some of the girls perk up a bit, and a few others
show confusion.

     "Remember all the TV programs we watched?  Most of them were
about men and women, how they pursued each other, or comedies about
their lives.  Most married people spent the majority of their time
at home with their mates, especially at night of course.  Most
unmarried people spent their time trying to find mates.  It's time
you did the same."

     Now only a few of the girls seemed to know where I was going. 
Particularly I could see that Reagan had placed her hand on Number
Twelve's leg, which didn't surprise me.  I could see Clarissa smile
back.  

     "Of course, we don't have any men or boys here, except for me,
and I belong to April here, don't I?"  I reached over and patted
April on the head, and she looked up and smiled.

     "That means you only have each other.  Now, all of you have
spent at least a day with all the other girls, so you all know each
other, at least a little bit.  Most of you have spent time at night
or over the weekends in groups to talk and play games.  You've
already started to identify other girls you like to be with.  Some
of you are shy, or maybe not ready to have a relationship with each
other, I understand, you're very young for this."

     I stopped and searched the girls' eyes, and I could see them
shifting around, looking at each other, maybe appraising who they
cared for.

     "Those of you who don't want to have a loving relationship
will probably end up living together in a sisterly way, and that's
fine.  Some of you might want the same girl, and some of you may
want a girl who doesn't want you back.  That's love, it's not
always fair and neat, and sometimes it hurts, but it's a lot of
what life's all about, and it's time you started to live again."

     Now the girls all understood what I was talking about, and a
lot of them were nervous in their seats.  I suppose they feared I
was going to ask them to get married right then or there.  I
chuckled to myself, wait until I drop the next subject on them!

     "So, this is what we're going to do.  April and I have been
working hard, and we've learned how to make a fairly good pizza
with the ingredients we have, and we're going to host a pizza lunch
in the common area this afternoon at one.  Attendance is
mandatory!" I said, being stern in a mocking way.  That got a
little laugh.

     "You will all bring your card keys with you, along with your
toothbrush, and whatever other personal things you have, and at the
lunch you will select someone to live with."

     I could see the girls tense up a bit at that, expect maybe for
Reagan and Clarissa, who looked like they had already made their
choice.  I decided to take advantage of it.

     "The only exception I think are Number Eleven and Number
Twelve, Reagan and Clarissa, unless I'm mistaken."

     Everyone looked around at them and there was a lot of giggling
and red faces.  Reagan was a little embarrassed I could see, but
Clarissa was beaming, glad to hear it spoken, I think.  Finally
Reagan hugged her and smiled, and a couple of the girls clapped
their hands a little.  No one seemed to notice that I used their
names in addition to their numbers.

     "Alright, settle down, I think you'll find out they're not the
only ones today.  Now, you're not picking your lifetime mate today,
not based on one lunch, but maybe you will, I don't know.  That's
what's so interesting about love, you never know what will happen. 
You will leave with someone today to spend the night with, but
after today, all bets are off.  You can live with whomever you
like."

     I stopped to let that settle in a bit.  The girls like that
better, and Number Eight fanned her face as if in relief.

     "Also, the rule about sleeping with each other is off, you can
sleep alone tonight.  Or you can sleep with your partner, or three
or four of you can sleep together.  I don't care anymore who sleeps
in what bed.  You have to log on into a house with your key card
for your programs, but other than that, see whatever girls you
want, and do whatever you want with each other."

     That was even more welcome, though I could see a couple of the
girls had picked up on the last phrase and were a little worried
about it.  I picked one of them.

     "Number Seventeen, Anna, do you know what I mean by doing
whatever you want with each other?"

     She blushed and stammered her answer as quickly as she could. 
"You mean sex, sir?"

     "Right you are, sex is what I mean."

     That hushed up all the girls, half of whom were looking at me
with a mixture of shock and fear, and half of whom had suddenly
found something down by their feet very interesting to look at.

     "Some of you don't know it yet, but you will all need sex, and
as all of you can't have me, even if you wanted to, you'll have to
do it with each other, or alone, and the sooner you start the
better.  It's not just for the sake of having sexual pleasure, it's
necessary to a loving relationship with someone else.  Opening your
legs to your partner is an act of trust and submission, it deepens
and extends your relationship."

     A few of the girls were thinking about that, but most of them
seemed just to be waiting to see what else I planned to say that
would shock them.

     "I told you there are no rules, and I meant it.  If you don't
want to have sex, fine, find someone to live with who doesn't want
it yet either.  If you want someone to sleep with, but doesn't want
to have sex, then find someone who feels the same way.  If you
think you might like to try it, but aren't sure, I think you'll
find other girls who feel the same way."

     That went over better, and I could see a couple of the girls
exchanging glances, appraising each other.

     "Even though you're all the same age, some of you are more
mature than others, but probably none of you have any real
experience approaching another person about this.  Let's try a
demonstration.  You four girls stand up and stand in a circle
here."  

     I pulled the four girls out of the front row and moved them
around until they were facing each other a few feet apart.  The
girls were nervous and trembling a bit, and I wondered what they
thought I was going ask of them.  One of them, Number Seven, had
shed her clothes recently, and I patted her on the bottom as I set
her in place, enjoying the feel of her soft bare skin.

     "OK, you four girls pair up with each other, just for a game
here.  You can't talk or signal to each other.  We'll give you a
minute or two to decide, everyone else be quiet and watch closely!"

     I stepped back and sat on the floor next to April's chair,
reaching up to massage her neck and watch the fun.  I was in back
of Number Seven and I took in the sight of her naked profile as I
played with April.  At first nothing happened, the girls's eyes
darting around and looking at anything but each other.  But
gradually, as I knew they must, their eyes met each other's and a
sorting-out took place between them.  Each girl looked at all the
others, but eventually began to settle on a partner.  Naked Number
Seven was apparently the object of all three girls, but when her
eyes found Number Twenty, the other two girls began to look at each
other more often, until each pair of girls was pretty much looking
at each other only.  The match was obviously made, so I stood back
up, bowing down to kiss April on the top of the head.  It was soon
time for her performance, and I could see she was nervous.

     "OK, now, take the hand of the girl you picked, and then sit
back down."

     As I thought, Number Seven and Twenty walked over and took
each other's hand, as did the other two girls.  When they sat down,
they sat as pairs.  I smiled.  So far, so good.

     "How many of you girls knew what the pairs would be, raise
your hands."

     Nearly all the girls raised their hands.  I picked my
favorite.

     "Reagan, how did you know?"

     "I don't know, sir . . . I guess it was how they looked at
each other?"

     "That's right, good girl."  I pointed to my eyes.  "The
windows of the soul.  If you're interested in talking with a girl
today, just look her in the eye.  If she returns your eye contact,
then go over and sit by her, find out how she feels about all this. 
If she doesn't feel the same way as you, look around until you find
someone else.  But I think you'll find you can learn how a girl
feels just by the way she looks at you."

     Most of the girls were looking at me, wondering what else I
was going to lay on them, but the rest were glancing around at each
other, even Reagan and Clarissa.

     "Alright, now, let's talk more about sex.  Whether you want to
do it or not, how many of you know what to do with another girl?"

     At first no one put their hands up, but when I prodded them,
a few half-hearted hands were raised.  

     "Well, that either means you're embarrassed, or you really
don't, but I'm forced to assume you don't know.  So, April has been
brave enough to provide a demonstration, with my help, and
insistence of course.  Move your chair over here in front, dear."

     April stood up, blushing like mad, and moved her chair over
until she was centered in front of the girls.  I had her sit down
and raise her legs over the armrests so that her plump little
vagina was exposed for everyone.  April lay back and shut her eyes
from the indignanty.  

     "Alright, everyone pay attention now, I want you to watch this
closely."  I searched their eyes to make sure they knew that this
was an order.

     "There are several ways you can give sexual pleasure to
another girl, but at your ages mostly you want to be dealing with
the clitoris, which is right here."  I put my finger on the top
part of April lips and pressed down a little to poke it.

     "It's easy to find, even in the dark, just feel right at the
top of where your lips meet and work your way down until you feel
a little lump.  If you get to your pee-hole, you went too far.  If
you get down to your vaginal canal, you went way too far, but
that's okay, because it feels good down there too."  I demonstrated
by moving my finger down April's pussy to expose her parts.

     "Some girls like their clitoris stroked right on top, like
this.  Some girls can't take that direct contact, especially during
orgasm, and like it stroked along the side."  Again, I demonstrated
with April.  I continued to softly stroke April as I spoke.  All
eyes were on my hands.

     "I suggest you start by kissing each other, maybe licking your
breasts, stroking your legs, running your hands through her hair,
maybe rubbing each others' back, just play around.  When you feel
a warm feeling between your legs, maybe rub your hand on the
outside lips, like this."  I rubbed my palms over April's whole
pussy, teasing the lips and stroking her thighs and the part of her
exposed bottom.

     "A little hand lotion is good to provide lubrication when you
start rubbing her clitoris, but before you put on lotion you might
try licking each other."  

     I could see a few turned up noses at that.

     "No, it's not icky, not if you wash good first, in fact that's
fun to do, and very sexy, washing each other, you might try that. 
But so long as it's clean, it tastes very nice, and it feels great,
take my word for it."  I decided not to demonstrate that.  

     "It can be really fun to lick each other at the same time, see
if each of you can sense what the other wants to feel, and try to
have orgasms together.  But don't feel bad if it doesn't happen
that way, at first you might need more direct stimulation.  So if
you really want to have an orgasm, lie next to each other, get some
lotion on your hands and give that clitoris a good workover."

     I reached down and started to massage April's clit again,
until she giggled and tried to close her legs.  I laughed and left
off, pulling her legs off the armrests, and letting her sit back
up.

     "There, that was very brave of April, don't you think?"

     The girls didn't say anything, being pretty much in collective
shock, so I pushed her chair back and leaned over to give her a
kiss, whispering in her ear.  "I think you were brave anyway, I'll
reward you later."  She giggled a little, knowing what I meant. 
April never got tired of being licked.

     "You can also try rubbing your clitoris's together, play
around until you get a position that works.  You might try lying
end to end, open your legs like scissors."  I put the fingers of my
hands together to demonstrate.  "Don't forget your vagina either,
all of you have had your hymens opened, and some girls really like
having a finger put up there.  Just make sure you rinse it out good
first so it smells nice.  Any questions?"

     There sure weren't.  I laughed out loud.

     "I didn't think so, you're embarrassed, I understand.  But now
at least you've seen it, and you have an idea what to do.  It's
important that you have fun doing it, fumbling around not knowing
what to do doesn't help you relax and have an orgasm.  That's
partly what this is about, working at it until you find release. 
But that's not all there is to it, it's a lot about being close and
intimate, just feeling good being with someone."

     The girls were getting antsy, so I wrapped it up.

     "OK, one last thing.  Everyone stand up and spread out a bit,
you there, move up a level."

     I shifted the girls around until there were an even number on
each of levels.  

     "Now, starting from this end, stand face to face with the girl
next to you and hug each other close, with your hands on the other
girl's back."

     The girls didn't move at first, but when they saw my eyes on
them and realized it was an order, they turned around and moved up
to the next girl, sort of tentatively holding each other, except
for Reagan and Clarissa, and another couple in the back.

     "I said hug, let's get skin to skin, come on now!  That's
better, now stroke your partner's back, and give her a kiss, a nice
long kiss.  Here, watch me now."

     I stood April up in the chair so she was level with me, and
lifted her head up to mine, giving her a passionate kiss that
lasted a good half minute.  When I finished I could hear April
breathing deeply.  I patted her on the head and she sat back down
to watch the girls.

     "OK, let's get to it, a nice long kiss.  That's it, Number
Eight, relax, let your lips melt, that's better."

     I let the girls kiss for a few seconds, and then clapped my
hands.

     "Break it up now, that's right.  Now, pick another girl, not
the one you just kissed, and pair off again.  Take your time, I'll
wait."

     I stepped back with April, putting my hands on her shoulder
and giving her a squeeze.  She looked up and smiled.  I looked back
and smirked as if to say, yeah it's kinda fun making them do this.

     Some of the girls found a partner pretty quickly, but the last
few had to wait until there were just a few left until they found
someone.  It was like a practice run through of what was going to
take place over the next few days and weeks, starting this
afternoon.  The last two girls were the real shy ones, and found
each other by default, they were the last left.

     "OK, you know the drill, hug each real close and when you're
ready, give each a nice long kiss."

     This time I let them pick the time, and for the most part the
kisses were pretty good.  I didn't tell them when to break off
until a lot of giggling started with their lips still locked.

     "Alright, that's enough, good girls.  Maybe you thought it was
silly, but hopefully that broke the ice a bit.  I'll see you for
pizza at one, now take off."

     I patted a few of them as they went past, pulling Reagan aside
to apologize for calling her out.

     "Sorry about that, I didn't want to embarrass you, but I
wanted the other girls to get the idea, thanks."

     "That's okay," she said.

     "Are you and Clarissa going to live together, I didn't get it
wrong, did I?"

     "I think so," she said, "I'll have to ask."

     "I don't think you'll need to do that."  I directed her
attention to Clarissa, who was waiting for her by the door to the
commons.  I pushed Reagan off with a pat on her lush bottom and
picked up April bodily when they were gone, carrying her through
the office and down the path to our house, while she giggled
nonstop.


13)  The meat market

     April and I went right to bed, after I licked her pussy until
she cried uncle, and then fucked her good, the morning session
having really turning me on.  After a few minutes April was pretty
much limp from her orgasms, so I turned her over a pillow and ran
myself into her tight little pussy from behind, banging away
against her soft bottom with abandon for a few minutes until I
exploded into her with my hands gripping tummy flesh.

     It was so damn good, fucking such a tight young girl, yet one
with full curves and some real body to squeeze and caress, just
perfect.  Aside from living in a hole surrounded by a blasted,
radioactive earth, I was the luckiest man . . . well, in the world,
I guess, by default.  I had forgotten all about my inhibitions
against sex with an eight year old.  When all you had was little
girls around you, it was just natural.  Well, what the hell, they
used to marry off girls not much older in years past.  It wasn't
like I was taking advantage of April, far from it, she was a sexual
animal.  The difficult part was keeping up with her, not that I was
complaining.

     After we recovered and washed, we took our pizza makings over
to the common house and began to set things up.  The girls had only
used the communal kitchen a couple of times, when I set up
demonstrations of bread making using the best cooks among the girls
as teachers.  After that the girls pretty much cooked on their own,
but of course with all the switching around, nothing was settled in
the community.  My goal for the day was not only starting to get
the girls settled down into a semblance of married life, but also
to get them use to doing things as a group.

     April and I had practiced making pizza on a small scale a
couple of times, but I was glad to see the big pizzas working out
well when I checked the ovens.  The smell had attracted the girls
to the pavilion early, and they were milling about in the dining
area, trying not to look like they were scoping each other out,
like kids at their first dance.  I made them lay all their computer
keys and personal belongings on a table I set up at one of the
entrances, and I could see that all twenty four girls were
accounted for.  Although the greenery and the daylight outside the
open building were artificial, it had the air of a picnic in a park
shelter, a nice homespun feeling.

     The girls were very relieved when we set the first two pizzas
up on the serving counter, as it gave them something to do aside
from look at each other.  Actually the pizza was quite good, and
eating a familiar fun food like that was a bit like home, I think
we all forgot our troubles a bit while we enjoyed it.  But soon the
pizza was all eaten, probably too much actually, the girls looking
for any excuse to avoid the inevitable.

     I had told them the rules, that before they left they had to
pick a mate, for the night, at least.  It wouldn't have been any
big deal if they all had decided to just randomly pick a girl and
worry about it later, but our meeting that morning had put them in
a different mind set, and obviously they were agonizing over the
process.  As the last plates were piled up and April and I saw to
the cleaning, the room fell into near silence as the girls sat back
down, the clattering of the plates in the kitchen drowning out
their little attempts at conversation.  

     I was most amused, and glanced around whenever I could to see
what was going on.  I let April do the washing, standing her in
front of the sink on a small stool so I could get behind her and
rub myself on her bare bottom while I dried.  She was wearing a
white apron to do the dishes and I ran my hands underneath it at
one point to rub her little fat breasts and tummy, the soft skin a
nice contrast to the cloth.

     Gradually a few girls began to shift around and pair up a
little bit.  I notice Reagan and Clarissa at a table with two other
naked girls, giggling with each other, and I guessed the other
girls were talking about sleeping with each other, judging by red
patches on their faces and skin.  Seeing naked girls blushing was
fun, different parts of their bodies were affected aside from their
faces.  Clarissa wasn't necessarily blushing, I think she was just
turned on, as her little pussy lips were glowing.  I think she
couldn't wait to pair up with Reagan and get home.  That left
eighteen other girls.

     The next big move was for four of the most modest girls to sit
down at a table with each other, presumably to express their horror
at the whole idea.  I expected that, and didn't attempt to
intervene in any way.  Probably eventually their sex drive would
take over, but for now it was best to leave them alone.  I
recognized two of the girls as being big time christians, in spite
of my removal of all things religious from the computer systems. 
I didn't like it, but breaking their early indoctrination was just
about impossible, I knew.  The next generation of girls wouldn't
have such problems, as they would have no more contact with the
christian girls than any of the other liberated girls.

     That left fourteen girls unaffiliated, and they were just
starting to break up into pairs and little groups as April and I
finished up.  We didn't have anything left to do, but I wanted to
give the girls more time, so I stopped April before everything was
put away to surprise her with a last piece of pizza I had saved, a
nice big one.  April loved to carb load, and spent her time
savoring the slice while I slowly moved around the kitchen area,
wiping up counters that didn't really need it and watching the
girls out of the corner of my eye.

     Four of the girls had paired up, sitting next to each other
and talking, probably trying to get to the subject of whether the
other girl wanted to sleep alone or not.  One of the pairs broke
up, one girl joining a table of several others sitting together and
giggling, while the other stayed apart, sitting alone.  I was glad
to see that one of the other girls, the last nude one, stood up and
walked over to her, first talking for a minute, and then sitting
next to her.  That would be two more sleeping together, I was sure. 
The other pair looked like they were happy with each other for the
moment.  They were one number apart, and had spent that first awful
night crying in each other's arms.  I knew that initial bond was
lasting, and I wasn't surprised at all.  That left ten.

     The tables could sit six, and the remaining ten girls had
divided into groups of six and four.  Four girls at each table were
pretty much engaged with each other, and two girls in the larger
group were being silent, presumably just happy to have cover being
in a group.  Lost in the conversations going on around them, I saw
the two girls make eye contact with each other.  I was just close
enough to hear the conversation at the table.

     "So, let's each pick someone else, and then we can change
later if we want," said one of the girls.

     "How do you want to pick?"  said another.

     "Let's play a game, like rock paper scissors."

     "How would that work?"

     "Easy, we show our hands and if two girls have the same, they
pair up."

     "What if three hands are the same?"

     "A menage ah twah?" one of them said, butchering the french. 
The girls all giggled, except for the two shy ones.

     "No, silly, we do it again, until only two are left, and
they're the last pair."

     "Alright, let's do that."

     The girls agreed on that format, after a lot more discussion
and giggling, and I could see the other table listening in and
getting the same idea.  Pairing up by random wasn't what I wanted,
but at least the girls were selecting from a group that had formed
naturally. 

     A problem arose when one of the shy girls didn't lay her hand
on the table when the other five did.  There were two pairs formed,
but only among the five, so it was decided it didn't count.

     "Hanna, you have to do it too, or it doesn't work."

     "Yeah, don't worry about it, it's just for today."

     I decided to intervene at that point.  The girls knew I was
listening, as I had stopped working and was watching them play the
game.

     "Hanna," I spoke up as the girls looked at me, "Maybe you and
Susan would rather pair up today, would that be OK with you,
Susan?"

     Susan was the other shy girl, and although she had played the
game, she didn't look very enthusiastic about it.  She looked at me
and Hanna and shook her head up and down, too embarrassed to speak. 
I could see Hanna looked very relieved as well.  

     That left two groups of four to play their game, and after a
couple of tries, with all the girls giggling like mad, the final
pairs were made.  The girls in the foursomes were pretty similar,
very chatty and social, and I figured they had bonded together as
a group, and would be spending a lot of time together regardless of
who paired up.  I also figured that was going to be a source of a
lot of marital friction, as affairs occurred within and between the
groups.  But for now everything appeared to be settled.  I clapped
for attention.

     "I think we're all set for now, anyone left out?"

     I looked around and it appeared that all the girls were either
paired up, or were in one of the groups of four that had selected
at random.  In any case, none of the girls said anything, though I
could see all of them were checking each other out to see which
girls were together.  A couple of the girls were holding hands,
apparently wanting to show that they were together.  All in all, I
was pretty happy with the outcome.  It could have been very messy
if there were loose ends.

     "Good, I think you all handled this very well.  OK then, take
your keys and check into your houses, and the rest of the day is
yours."

     The girls were in a hurry to get out of there, that was
obvious, but as they moved towards the table where their cards lay,
I walked among them and put my hands on Hanna's shoulder, holding
her back.  Susan looked around and I motioned her over as well. 
When both girls were standing in front of me I dropped to a knee to
speak to them.

     "Sorry, I didn't want to force you two together, but I thought
you were uncomfortable being with one of the girls playing the
game.  Is that OK?"

     Both the girls shook their heads up and down.  I kissed them
on their foreheads in turn.

     "Good girls.  Don't feel like you have to be forced into any
of this, just support each other, give each other a hug every now
and then, like sisters, OK?"

     Both girls shook their heads up and down again, too
embarrassed to speak, and I sent them off together, giving Susan a
little pat on the behind as they walked away.  The girls were the
same age as the rest, but not in maturity, and I was glad to see
them together.
     
     April was tired after the activity, and I let her nap and
sleep off the food while I cuddled her, eventually falling off to
sleep myself.  When we woke up we played around for a bit, just
teasing each other while we talked.

     "So, what did you think?"  I asked.

     "About what?"

     "About the girls, silly."

     "I don't know."

     "Do you think the right girls paired off?"

     "Oh, yeah, probably I guess.  I mean Reagan and Clarissa, and
those girls who keep their legs together."

      I laughed at her description.  "Right, they do, don't they? 
Well, we'll see, sex is pretty tempting, isn't it?"

     April didn't say anything, just pushed her face into my
shoulder.

     "Oh, so you want me to stop?"  I had been rubbing her pussy
lips nice and slow, and lifted my hand away, but she smiled and put
the hand back where it belonged.

     "That's what I thought."  

     April smiled, keeping her eyes closed.  Her hand was on my
cock as well, just lightly squeezing, keeping it hard.

     "What about the last two," I said, "Do you think I did the
right thing?"

     "I don't know them very well."

     "Yeah, that's right, I should have let you sleep with each of
them."

     She giggled at that.

     "So, if you had to pair up, which girl would you have chosen?"
I asked.

     "Whichever had one of these," she said, giving my cock a
squeeze.  "What about you?"

     Probably Reagan, I liked her bottom, but no way was I going to
let April know that, so as an answer I kissed her deeply on the
mouth and then starting kissing down her body.  April groaned and
lay back, waiting for the journey of my lips to end between her
legs.  We ended up screwing missionary style that night, and I came
so hard looking down at her sweet round face and body that I just
about died, or at least it felt that way.

     I woke up in the middle of that night, and out of curiosity
turned on the monitor and checked out the logs.  The system
notified me of twenty violations of the rule against sleeping in
the same bed, the only girls alone being the four who kept their
legs together, as April had described them.  There were sixteen
possible sexual violations, about what I figured.  All the nude
girls were involved, that was no surprise, and the system listed
four separate possible violations against Reagan and Clarissa, who
must have been going at it hot and heavy.  But among the list were
also Hanna and Susan, with two separate violations a half hour
apart, well after midnight.  I guess I picked right after all.


14)  The quiet years

     Over the following weeks and months a routine began to settle
in.  The pairs of girls had stayed constant, except for one switch
within each of the four-girl social groups, possibly as a result of
a game, who knew?  Within a year, all of the girls had sexual
violations on their records nearly every night, except for the "mod
four", as April and I called them.  But even they had possible
masturbation violations on scattered occasions, and had slept
together (chastely) often.  I had to laugh at the computer system,
whoever had set this up was a major prude.

     There was also a change in the girls' behavior in public. 
Several more of the girls had dropped their clothes during the day,
leaving only the mod four and Hanna and Susan, the shy girls.  More
than a few times when I entered the showers I surprised girls
soaping each other down with far more attention to their private
regions than was necessary, once in a group of four, a sort of
shower group sex gathering.  They broke up at first, but when it
was obvious I didn't pay any attention, the shower area became a
kind of sex play arena.  April and I even joined in once, at a
distance, soaping each other down while we rubbed and hugged, a
couple of girls playing with each other while they watched.  The
mod girls were presumably horrified and started timing their
showers to avoid the other girls.

     All of the girls liked to hang out in the commons, laying
together on a blanket over the sports turf grass, just talking. 
But in the new looser atmosphere it was now common for girls to
engage in sex play, sometimes while other girls watched and took
turns joining in.  The mod four's reaction was predictable, and one
them came to see me for a private session to complain.

     "We can't even go outside anymore, and the showers are just
filthy," she said.

     "I assume you don't mean the tile is dirty," I replied.

     "It like a sex show in there, lesbians doing all kinds of
nasty things."

     "Well, what choice do you have?  You either live with being
gay or you don't have sex, I don't see what choice there is, given
the circumstances."

     "We shouldn't be forced to look at it like that, it's not
fair."

     "Look, I sympathize, and I understand what you mean.  But I'm
not going to do anything about it, in fact, I'm glad."

     "What would our parents think of us, acting like that?" she
said, on the verge of tears.

     "Horrified I suppose, I know mine would be.  But we have a
chance here to start over and leave all that behind.  Sex and
religion and race, that's what made people fight with each other in
the first place, god and country destroyed our world.  I won't have
it.  Our children are going to grow up naked and free of all that. 
The old ways didn't work, let's try something else."

     "You want our children growing up to be lesbians?" she said.

     "I don't care what they do when they grow up, as far as sex is
concerned.  But the first group of children are all going to be all
girls too, you know that.  And just like you, they're never going
to have a relationship with a man, that's impossible.  Celibacy
doesn't work, it didn't even work for the clergy, remember all the
Catholic priests fondling choir boys?"

     "Maybe it didn't work because of all the bad stuff on the TV
and in the movies," she said.  "Maybe if we taught them right,
things would be different."

     "Possibly, but I'm willing to try something else.  If the
society we create wants to move another way, it will.  But for now,
we have to spend years cooped up with each other down here, and sex
is the best possible diversion there is.  It's going to get worse
you know."

     "Why?" she said, obviously angry.

     "Well, the young girls growing up aren't going to have any
inhibitions at all.  By the time they're your age the whole bunch
of them will be naked and coupling like mad.  I'm afraid you're
living in a nest of sinners, with no way out for about two
decades."

     "It's not fair!" she said, tearing up.

     I reached over and patted her on the shoulder.  "You're right,
it isn't fair, and I'm sorry.  But you're just going to have to
live with it."

     She put her head in her hands and cried.

     "Look, I'll talk with the other girls and tell them to cool it
for now, keep the real heavy sex out of public for now, especially
when you or the other girls are around."

     "Everyone hates us," she blubbered.

     "Little girls can be pretty mean sometimes, but I don't hate
you, I love you.  You're a fine young girl, someone I'd be proud to
have as a daughter, you and the other three as well."

     "My dad wouldn't be naked with me," she cried, not willing to
be consoled.

     "No I suppose not.  Alright, I'll talk to the girls and we'll
air this out at the next meeting, see if we can't build some
respect back between the groups.  Go back and tell your friends,
and ask them to come in and see me if they want, I'll be glad to
listen, OK?"

     After that I was more concerned about the polarization going
on, and I kept a dialogue going with the mod four, visiting them
often, and wearing a pair of workout shorts for modesty during my
visits, which I could see they appreciated.  I spoke with the rest
of the girls, especially the really active ones who were engaging
in public orgies, and managed to convince them to avoid offending
the mod four as much as possible.  After awhile a truce of sorts
seemed to develop and things settled down for a long quiet period. 

     Two of the mod four, the more moderate ones, expressed an
interest in learning medicine, and eventually became the future
midwife corps.  The other two religious girls I often took on
maintenance trips into the bowels of the power plant, and I gave
them responsibilities for important functions to keep them engaged. 
As they grew towards puberty their own sexual urges expressed
themselves, and they showed up frequently on the masturbation
violation logs.  I suppose I could have disabled the monitoring
function, but it served a useful purpose I thought, keeping me
informed about the social condition of the community.

     The system informed me that the two more liberal girls started
sleeping together about a year later, and finally the last of the
mod four showed up on the violation logs, just one incident at
first, but then more frequently, until their violation logs didn't
look that much different than Reagan and Clarissa's, who humped
like alley cats.  When the mod four eventually got tired of sweat
stains and dropped their clothes during the day, it appeared that
the community was heading towards the future on a common track, for
the most part.

     Not that everything was idyllic, of course.  Over the first
few weeks there had been a fair amount of depression among the
girls, broken up to some extent by the constant re-pairing with a
strange girl, and forced to sleep with them in the same bed.  It
was unusual for a girl to become morose thereafter, but when they
did, the first thing to suffer was usually their performance in
completing their assigned tasks, or failing to maintain their
physical health.  The first punishment was handed out to Number
Four, a cute blonde who didn't complete her exercise assignments. 
I felt bad for her, she clearly was mourning for her family, but an
example had to be made.  A meeting was called, and she had to be
dragged out of the bleachers when I announced her transgressions,
for which she received two more strokes.  Her cries were pitiful as
the cane lashed her tightly bound bottom, but it served the
purpose.  I rarely had to use it again, and the horrible pit just
gathered dust.

     Food was another problem, the girls were used to it coming in
packages or bags, already cooked and ready to eat, and building
things from scratch did not come natural.  I tried to convince them
to make it a fun part of their day, but they were completely
without skills.  In the end I actually had to demonstrate how to do
simple things like baking bread and creating basic dishes, and even
afterwards there was always flour left begging in the common store. 
Pasta and cheese they could deal with, but baking never did catch
on, except in our house.  April and I took a great deal of pride in
baking, and we always had dough rising.  You can't make a batch of
cinnamon rolls for two, so I helped April build a little rack out
on the lane where we would put our "day old". 

     The facility itself developed only a few minor problems, and
aside from routine things it pretty much ran itself.  All of us
became knowledgeable about the inner workings of the various
systems, and hardly a day went by when a pair of us weren't in the
caverns cleaning a filter or running through a maintenance
checklist.  After a while it became familiar to us, and I don't
recall anyone ever developing a claustrophobic feeling from being
buried in the earth.  The sheer size of the thing certainly helped,
as did the fake natural touches I'm sure.  Walking down the lane
after dinner as the "stars" came out above the trees was very
popular, a nightly social activity.  It was very comforting, the
trees swaying in the breeze, even if they were dead.  

     The designers had been very clever to isolate the living
quarters from each other in the woods.  Rather than feeling cooped
up together, the girls felt lonely in their houses, and sought out
opportunities to socialize, developing a community feeling without
getting on each other's nerves.  It also meant that individual pair
bonds become private and close, and I think that helped focus the
girl's attention on day to day living rather than watching the
clock, which was going to run very slowly regardless of what we
did.

     There were bound to be problems in relationships, and
predictably they started with one of the social groups.  Two of the
girls started to have lover's spats, moving out with another girl,
reconciling and then getting back together again, only to start the
fighting all over.  When their stormy relationship deteriorated
into throwing pieces of furniture at each other, I punished both
the girls, one right after the other in a public meeting, only the
fourth time overall I had used the girdle and cane, not counting
Reagan's initial demonstration.  That quieted them down, no one
wanted to feel the bamboo on their bottom after experiencing it
once.  But they were a sore spot in the community's fabric, and I
didn't see what could be done about it except to keep the lid on as
much as possible.

     Most of the girls settled in quite nicely though, mostly
keeping their initial bonds.  Hanna and Susan were quite obviously
seriously in love with each other, almost always hand in hand in
public places, though they were private in their sexual affairs. 
Reagan and Clarissa were equally as enthralled with each other,
constantly hugging and kissing, their hands all over each other all
the time, everywhere, patting each other on the bottom, brushing
each other's hair, washing each other in the shower, giggling more
than talking it seemed.  

     The rest of the girls weren't necessarily as coupled, but
appeared to be comfortable with each other, acting pretty much like
married couples in most cases.  Eight of the girls were more open,
the most aggressive with public sex before I pulled them back a
bit.  They would often sleep together in the same house in two
couple pairs and there was a lot of swapping back and forth among
the groups.  It was like a group marriage, a certain amount of
affinity between pairs, but mostly they were like a high school
social cliche, doing things together in various combinations of the
group.  There were enough of them to keep the relationship fluid,
and I like the arrangement, it seemed to be a healthy commune of
girls, or maybe more like a summer camp, given the amount of
squealing and running around they did.  Well, they were little
girls after all.

     April and I had developed a very comfortable relationship by
that time, spiced by cooking and sex.  Although she was still a
plump girl, plenty of exercise had made her skin taught and free of
wrinkles or folds.  I told her she felt like a seal, enjoying
myself often in feeling her belly from behind while I kissed her
ears and made her giggle.  Her breasts of baby fat soon began to
develop into real ones, the nipples filling out into puffy little
separate cones, which I loved to suck and play with.  We had a lot
to do of course, monitoring the systems, scheduling maintenance,
planning public events with the girls and so forth, but in the
years before the children arrived there was a lot of free time, and
we filled much of it like the rest of the girls, having sex.  

     Now it was just a matter of time, letting the clock tick by
while the bodies of the girls changed and their wombs ripened for
the take.  The radiation counter continued it's steady fall, the
machinery hummed away, and time passed, memories of the old world
fading as the new one approached on a tide of female eggs.


15)  Servicing the herd

     It is a common misconception, especially in the Muslim
religion, that girls are capable of bearing children as soon as
their menstrual cycles start.  Actually it takes a year or two
before the reproductive system begins to mature one of the million
or so eggs each girl possesses at her birth.  Girls can enter
puberty anywhere between eight and eighteen, and the earliest age
at which child bearing is possible is around ten, generally
speaking, more like thirteen to fifteen on average.

     The shelter was designed for this statistic, to hold the girls
for about five years before the first children would be produced. 
But the rule book allowed that if a girl became mature sexually,
there was no reason why procreation couldn't start earlier.  I
didn't agree with that notion.

     I figured that if only a few children were born early, they
would be spoiled by the girls and would feel special.  I felt very
strongly that the initial generation should all come in a big rush,
growing up together as much as possible, followed in quick
succession by the next two waves, all mixed together.  Accordingly,
I resolved not to go anywhere near the girls until either five or
six years had passed or the majority of the girls had advanced
beyond puberty.

     The radiation counter was going to choose the time as well,
and as it was running a couple of years ahead of projections, I
decided to let the girls' sexual age decide the question.  As it
tuned out, the first girl to check out a menstruation pad and belt
from the store was my old favorite Reagan, just about two years
after we arrived.  It figured, she always seemed to be the most
mature of the girls, but to my surprise Hanna was next, even though
on the outside she was the least well developed, her chest flat,
her nipples little dots, and her cute little pussy lips still
looking like a small child's.  

     All of the girls had been well schooled in what to expect, and
we treated the occasion as something to celebrate, holding a
"menstruation pizza feed" for Reagan, who showed up wearing a shift
to cover herself for the first time.  I was amused at the touch of
the old modesty.  Over the next couple of cycles she forgot about
it, and it was common to see her strolling about naked except for
her little pubic harness.  Hanna was a little mortified, and asked
me privately not to make a big deal about it, and I passed the word
around.  Still, most of the girls sought her out to congratulate
her and to ask her what it was like, and after that Hanna and Susan
were more social in the community.  

     Over the next year or two the girls started popping off pretty
regularly, twelve of them menstruating by age eleven, pretty common
in well-fed industrial societies, the text books informed me.  All
of the girls, even Hanna, started to fill out, budding breasts and
full hips everywhere.  Spending time in the common area and the
showers watching the naked girls was becoming a frustrating
experience for me.  I began to feel their hormones working, and
wanted to start humping them all on the spot.  April was fucked
often and intensely during these years.

     By the time the girls were twelve, the first group was just
approaching their child-bearing ages, and of the remaining girls,
six more had started menstrual cycles.  I was anxious to begin, but
I chalked it up to lust and put it off for one more year, resolving
to start with Reagan the day after her thirteenth birthday.  I also
affirmed my earlier decision not to make love to the girls, as much
as I wanted to.  There were too many of them, for one reason, and
taking the time to sleep with each of them wouldn't be possible, in
that way.  

     I had long ago decided it would be unfair to April to treat
the girls as if they were all my harem, fucking them at random. 
There was also a matter of the girls' reaction to sex with me as
well.  If I treated their impregnation as a normal sexual
encounter, I would be acting as if they were all sexual objects,
available after that time.  The girls would also develop the notion
that I was a possible sexual partner.  I knew it was not possible
to have sex with them after they had produced their allotment of
children, the system couldn't take the population increase, and the
prudish builders had helpfully forced my chastity by including
absolutely no contraceptives in the shelter.  The girls had to
remain fertile for the next set of children they would produce when
we embarked to the surface, at a time when they would still be in
their prime child-bearing years.  There would be no rutting about,
like a bull in a herd of cows.

     So I decided to approach the matter clinically, including
April in the process.  During the likely days of fertility, April
would keep me erect often, but wouldn't allow me to cum. 
Fertilization sessions would be held in the clinic on one of the
small beds there.  The girl would kneel on the bed with her butt in
the air, and April would lube up my cock and get me almost to the
point of release with her hand, something she was darn good at. 
When I was ready, I would plunge inside the waiting girl from
behind and after a few strokes, deposit my seed.  April would clean
us up, and the girl would stay in position for awhile to wait until
a lucky sperm hopefully found a willing egg, before cleaning up and
going home.  It wasn't very romantic, that was exactly the point. 
It had the virtue of keeping it as non-sexual as possible between
me and the girl, and for April and I to be a conception team,
dispelling any jealously that would develop from me pounding away
at twenty four other girls on a regular basis (and later about a
hundred!).

     I told none of this to the girls, and when Reagan's birthday
came and went, I just had the system schedule her in for an
examination, tied into her menstrual cycle, which the system was
tracking.  When she showed up, I directed her to a low couch and
arranged her on her hands and knees, bottom up.  She looked around
at me curiously.

     "It's time we started, you get the honors," I said.

     "Here?"

     "I told you it would be clinical, don't you remember?  Well,
this is the clinic.  April has some work to do on us, it would be
best if you just relaxed and waited for little while."

     Reagan settled into the couch and buried her head, and I sat
behind her.  April walked up with a tube of lubricant and proceeded
to use her finger to get Reagan's opening wet and slick for the
coming penetration.  I was already pent up from April's teasing,
and the thought of sticking it into Reagan had me raging.  April
gave me a sort of exasperated look, as if I was cheating on her,
putting her hands on her hips.  I shrugged and pointed at my cock,
the message being - get to work.

     She started by kneeling on the floor, taking me in her mouth
and rolling my cock around until I was straining for more.  It
didn't take too long before I was ready, and I patted her on the
top of the head to let her know.  She stood up and wiped her mouth,
reaching for the lubricant while I shifted my position, kneeling in
back of Reagan with my cock straining towards her pussy, aching to
go inside.  April reached down and started pumping me off with her
hands while I hugged her waist to me.  She was expert at hand jobs,
and it didn't take more than a minute before I could feel the cum
start to rise.

     "OK, Reagan, relax now, you'll feel some pressure in your
vagina, try not to tense up."

     April pulled me forward by the cock and I gave her a stern
look, but she just smiled at me.  She kept a good grip all the way
until my cock head was poised right at the entrance and then guided
me, pushing on my bottom while my cock slid inside.  Reagan let out
a little moan in complaint at the invader and clamped down a bit,
but we were so well lubricated there was little resistance until I
was almost all the way in, at which point I must have bottomed out
near her cervix, as she twitched and cried out a little.

     "Sorry," I said, "I'll be careful, just a minute here."

     I reached over and pulled April to me as I twisted around to
kiss her, rocking back and forth behind Reagan's bottom, my cock
sliding in and out just a few inches.  I started cumming soon
after, gripping April's bottom while we kept our lips locked,
staying that way until I was spent.  When it was over I stayed in
place while April disengaged, giving me a final kiss as she danced
away.  I looked down to admire the sight of Reagan's fine bottom
and pussy impaled by my cock.  

     Reagan had been quiet up to that point, but when April
returned and helped me pull my cock out, she replaced it with a
long plastic tube with a plunger in the back, and Reagan didn't
like that much at all, crying out and trying to move out of the
way.

     "Take it easy, it's not going to hurt, it's just a little cold
in comparison."

     I reached out and pulled her back towards me, keeping her hips
in place with an arm around her thighs while April finished
inserting the tool, getting a few more protest moans out of Reagan. 
When it was finally in place, she pushed in the plunger and a shot
of air blasted into the cavity, escaping around the tube with a
silly farting sound while Reagan let out another cry.  

     "All done now, April's going to wipe you off, and then I want
you to stay like that for about ten minutes, head down."

     "What happened?" Reagan asked.

     "Well, first April got me ready and then I put my penis inside
you and shot semen into your vagina.  The second penetration you
felt was a tool to spray a little shot of air inside, to help the
fluid get past the cervix and into the uterus.  Hopefully you just
became pregnant, we'll see."

     "When will we know?" April asked, using a towel to clean off
Reagan's ass.

     "A few weeks, but we'll repeat this procedure a few times
before we test, to increase the odds, once a day while Reagan's in
her prime cycle.  If it doesn't take, we'll try again next month."

     Reagan groaned at the prospect.

     "Hey, no complaints," I said, "I'm the one who has to perform
you know.  This isn't exactly romantic business, this is work."

     I slapped her playfully on a bottom cheek and went off to
record the results in the records while April put away the
equipment.  Reagan kept her face hidden while she lay on the couch,
so I couldn't tell her mood, and I forgot to ask April how she
acted when she was allowed to leave.  But the next day Reagan
showed up on time and assumed the position without any particular
complaint.  

     It was more difficult this time, the novelty factor was gone,
and April had to whack away at me for a little while until the
inevitable swelling began.  This time I had to fuck Reagan for a
couple of minutes before spurting inside, but April and I stayed
intimate the whole time, and I came with my tongue in her mouth and
my hand dipped between her legs.  It was better that way, having
someone to hold, rather than just banging away.

     We repeated the performance twice more, and then scheduled in
Clarissa, who was on her best cycle days.  It seemed natural to use
her next, she was certainly ready according to the system.  She was
a little nervous, but knowing about Reagan's experience helped, and
when it was over she was quite bubbly about the whole thing,
chatting with April, hoping it would be a girl and so forth.

     She asked April if she could see me before she left, and April
showed her into the office.

     "Hey, what's up, you OK?" I asked.

     "Sure, I was just wondering . . . "

     "Yes?"

     "Well, can Reagan come with me tomorrow?"

     "Reagan's not ready right now, and we haven't tested yet. 
Besides, I can only do this once a day."

     "No, I don't mean . . . that, we just want to be together, you
know, while it happens."

     I hadn't expected that, it was interesting.  I didn't see any
reason why not, so I gave her permission, and when Clarissa showed
up again the next day, Reagan came with her, sitting on the end of
the couch and holding Clarissa's head in her lap while she watched
us get ready.  That wasn't going to be right.

     "Reagan, you can't watch us, this is kind of private, it would
spoil the mood between April and I.  Why don't you lie next to
Clarissa so you two can be face to face?  There's plenty of room on
this couch."

     I think she was a little disappointed, but she did as I asked,
and this time when I entered Clarissa there was another pair of
legs beside me.  It was kind of sexy, doing it that way, two girls
on the couch at once, but the most interesting effect was on
Clarissa.  Apparently she and Reagan were kissing each other down
at the other end, and it was making Clarissa's pussy hot.  When I
penetrated her the warmth and lubrication were evident, and it
excited me as well, causing me to shoot a particularly intense load
inside her.

     April also appeared to enjoy the company.  As soon as Clarissa
and Reagan left, she practically jumped into my lap in the office,
pushing my hand in her lap and her tongue in my mouth, looking for
relief.  This was turning a little more sexual than I had planned,
and I wondered if April wanted it that way. 

     "So, it seems that turned you on," I said, fingering her moist
pussy lips.

     "Hmmm, maybe, don't stop doing that." 

     "Do you want to take the girls to bed next time, instead of
doing it the clinic?"

     April stopped squirming in my lap and looked at me.

     "I don't know, maybe.  I thought you didn't want to do it that
way."

     "Yeah, I didn't think so either, but it might make it easier,
depending on the girls."

     "Easier?"

     "Well, sexier, easier to cum maybe.  The other girls could
pleasure themselves and you and I could make love as usual, only
when I'm ready to cum I could switch places."

     "Watching the girls would turn you on?"

     "Making love to you would turn me on, you wouldn't have to
give me hand jobs every day."

     "I like giving you hand jobs," she said, demonstrating.

     "Mmmm, I like getting hand jobs, but you know what I mean."

     She shrugged, thinking.

     "Well, it's your call," I said,  "And the girls of course,
some of them would probably rather keep it clinical, but we could
make the offer."

     "Come have an orgy with us?"

     I laughed.  "You're not jealous are you?"

     "Yes," she replied.  "But I might like to do it with one of
the girls too, would that make you jealous?"

     "Hey, girl on girl turns guys on, you can have sex with all of
them, so just long as I can watch."

     "Guys like that, huh?  Well, maybe, I'm comfortable with
Reagan and Clarissa, we could ask them tomorrow."

     "OK, but you decide, this shouldn't be my call, I'm loyal to
you always."

     "I know that or I wouldn't consider it.  Now take me to bed,
and don't you dare daydream about doing it with Reagan."

     "Reagan?"

     "Huh.  Don't think I haven't noticed the way you watch her
butt."

     "It is a cute butt, but it doesn't hold a candle to yours."

     "She can use a candle, I have this," she said, pulling on my
cock.  "Now take me to bed!"

      In the end we never did quite make it there, but the desk
served the purpose.


16)  Keeping it up

     Reagan and Clarissa were very willing to join us in bed the
next day, and all three girls were practically bouncing on their
feet as we walked down the back path to our bedroom.  We were
already washed up, so we went right to bed, and it was a little
awkward at first.  We all knew what we were there for, but who was
going to start doing what, and . . . who was going to do who?  We
all sat on the bed for a minute, kind of looking back and forth at
each other, and finally April broke the ice, crawling up and lying
next to me, reaching out for my cock.

     I decided to ignore the other two for the moment, and just
concentrated on loving April in the usual way, kissing her while we
played with each other, that sort of thing, just finger games. 
Reagan and Clarissa watched for a few minutes, and then I could
feel them moving up on the bed next to us, lying down and doing the
same.

     April pushed me on my back and turned herself around, kneeling
over me with her ass in the air towards the girls, and I could see
behind her legs that Reagan was spooning with Clarissa, both of
them watching us.  I suppose it was the first time they had seen a
man's cock in a girl's mouth, they certainly were interested.  I
lay back, closed my eyes and concentrated on what April was doing,
idly playing with her behind, so I didn't notice that Reagan had
moved over next to April until my hands brushed a third leg.  April
only had two, so that meant . . . 

     I looked over and was surprised to see Reagan's backside
parked next to April, with Clarissa lying down next to us, her legs
wide, watching and playing with herself.  Reagan was whispering
something in April's ear, and she stopped sucking me for a moment
and giggled.

     "He'd like that," I heard April whisper.

     "Hey, what gives?" I asked.

     The girls just giggled some more, and then April was suddenly
climbing over Reagan and my cock was being embraced by a new set of
hands and then a new set of lips.  I caught April's eye as she
moved over next to Clarissa with a question in my own, but April
just put a finger to her lips, as if to say, "never mind, just
enjoy it."  So, I did.

     Reagan was not practiced of course, but the novelty made up
for it, and I was raging in short order, straining for her touch. 
April was immediately all over Clarissa, hands and lips everywhere,
trying to figure out what exactly they should be doing, but
obviously very turned on by her sweet girl flesh.  I turned my
attention to Reagan, since a bottom I had much admired over the
years was now sticking up in the air available to my hands.

     Time had changed her body of course, and her ass had shrunk in
proportion as the rest of her grew.  It was still the same womanly
bottom though, deeply cleaved with perfect half-moon cheeks that
begged to be handled.  Between her legs she now possessed a much
altered organ, no longer the little white mound of her youth, but
a lewd full-lipped pink pussy with a covering of fine dark hairs. 
I reached up to pet it and let my finger slip between the lips,
finding her already moist and ready.

     I looked over at April, for permission I guess, but Clarissa
had taken over their love making and was now embracing her, turning
away from me, with April's face lost her hair.  As she appeared to
be busy at the moment, I gave myself permission; I wanted this girl
in the worst way.

     I didn't waste any time with pleasantries, I just reached up
and grabbed Reagan by the waist and flipped her over on her back,
getting a little shriek out of her as my cock was pulled from her
mouth.  I kneeled on the bed, grabbed her legs and pulled her to
me, ending up poised above her with my cock sticking straight out
in the air above her tummy.  I leaned forward and found her lips
with mine and settled my arms around her, hesitating until she was
settled in and ready.  When we finally broke our kiss she was
breathing hard, eyes wide, and I let my penis find her and guide
itself between her slick lips and inside, letting Reagan adjust
herself underneath me as it gradually slid home inside - warm, wet
and tight as a glove around me.  

     I took my time, kissing and loving her while I gradually began
to stroke, letting her set the pace.  I was focused on her face,
just watching her eyes and lips as I moved, and didn't notice what
the other girls were doing until I heard a muffled cry.  I glanced
over to see my beloved's ass in the air above Clarissa's head, with
her own buried between her legs.  I don't suppose April was very
good at it yet, but obviously Clarissa was practiced at being the
submissive in this position, as she was giving April an absolute
tongue lashing, gripping her bottom hard to keep her in place.  It
was my girl who had cried out, it seemed.

     I wanted to cum inside Reagan just like that, shifting my eyes
from her lovely face as she sought for her orgasm, to April's white
body quivering over Clarissa, but that was not our business today,
and I controlled my mind, not giving in to the urge.  After Reagan
had cum, my cock stayed inside, hard as wood, moving gently back
and forth after being released from her spasms.  Reagan moaned from
her sensitive pussy being stroked by the relentless invader, and I
let go, pulling out with a kiss, and patting her on the cheek.  She
was so lovely lying there, young, beautiful, fucked and satisfied,
for the moment anyway.

     April got it next.  I don't think she was doing Clarissa that
well, so I decided to help out.  I reached over and pulled her
bottom away, turning her around until she was kneeling across
Clarissa.  I plunged into her backside doggy style, leaving my
hands free to arrange Clarissa so I could reach between her legs. 
She got the idea, but she wanted to be more underneath April, and
I let her shift around until her April's breasts were bouncing
along to the beat right above her face, leaving her legs open to my
right hand.  My fingers weren't as good as a tongue, I'm sure, but
at least I knew what I was doing down there, and within a few
minutes both girls were well engaged with the rhythm we had set,
Reagan still feeling dreamy, lying on her side watching the display
of flesh.

     I let April cum a couple of times, still holding back with all
my might, which was getting tough.  It was time for Clarissa, and
I pulled out and slapped April on the bottom.

     "Time to make a baby, girls."

     April turned around to watch, and Reagan pulled up herself to
kneel on the bed, wanting to be involved it seemed.  I decided it
was best to take Clarissa from the rear as well, so I reached out
for her arms and helped her pull herself up and around, until she
was kneeling with her head on a pillow and her ass exposed to the
world.  As I moved behind her I felt hands coming from both sides
as Reagan and April knelt next to me, and we all three embraced and
kissed as April help guide me inside.  I came that way, thrusting
like mad, my hands moving from around the two girl's waists to grip
Clarissa's waist and pull he to me, as April and Reagan both shoved
on my bottom and giggled like mad, urging me on, and then breaking
us all up into laughter as they took up Reagan's cry, "twins,
twins, we want twins!"  We were still laughing when we collapsed on
the bed, the air pump forgotten for the moment.  I don't think it
was needed.

     So much for my intention to keep the process clinical.  After
that we took every opportunity to have fun with the girls, though
not all of them wanted that kind of attention.  Hanna and her
partner were very private with their sex life, and although they
were very happy to sit with each other in the clinic, they didn't
feel any need to go beyond their own bounds.  The conservative
girls took the sessions very solemnly, and didn't want any chat or
loving at all, although they were very excited about the prospect
of babies.  That was fine with me.  April kept me busy enough, and
I was actually grateful when there were lulls in the sessions
between fertile periods, which wasn't very often.

    But the social groups, whew, those just turned into orgies. 
All the girls in the extended group wanted to feel and suck my
cock, and at one point all eight of them pinned me and April down
on the bed (well, we allowed them to) and took turns riding my cock
cowboy style, one after the other, jockeying for position in the
waiting line and complaining when one of them rode too long.  Once
we played a game with five or six of them, where I was blindfolded,
the girls lined up leaning over the bed and I was suppose to fuck
them from behind and try to guess which girl was which.  That
didn't work too well, it seemed to my cock a pussy was a pussy.

     There were so many girls involved I had a tough time
remembering which one I was suppose to service, and you never heard
so much complaining when I kicked them all out, to save my sore
cock.  It wasn't like they didn't have alternatives, the girls had
made quite a varied set of dildos and strap-ons in the shops, but
it was the novelty of having something they had been denied all
those years I suppose.  Well, they could have it for a few years,
but once the third set of babies was cooking, it would be April's
again for more than a decade.  We all knew that, so maybe that
fueled the excitement.

     Mostly the sexual contact was in two girl combinations, often
just between me and April while the other girls loved each other
until I was ready to cum.  The two girl couples were quite loyal to
each other, and they just wanted to be there for their partner, to
make it a loving experience.  That mood would infect the sessions,
and April and I would become very passionate, savoring the
sensations and sharing the girl's celebration as I would squirt
inside one of them.  We would often kiss and hug each other
afterwards - it was very nice, a family kind of gathering.

     It was a fun time for all of us, but there were tragedies as
well.  All of us knew what the goal was, and when Clarissa tested
positive first, we made the mistake of holding a little
celebration.  Unfortunately, a few weeks later the tests positively
confirmed that she was pregnant with a male child.  The abortion
process wasn't that bad, in spite of their obvious conservative
bent, the planners had provided abortion drugs that would flush out
the unwanted fetus very early in the cycle, while the little guy
was nothing but a spot of jelly.   Still, Clarissa was crushed by
the news, and afterwards we decided that we would celebrate only
healthy births.  

     I was surprised at the time to see how quickly the positive
tests came.  I had waited until the girls were more than ready of
course, but I figured in a population of twenty-four at least a few
of the girls would find it difficult to conceive.  I hadn't counted
on the testing of course, these girls had been carefully selected,
and apparently the selection criteria was successful.  Within five
months all of the girls had become pregnant, and within the space
of seven months all of them were set with confirmed girl babies. 
The orgies came to an end, and an air of subdued waiting settled
in.  It seemed almost that the girls as a community had decided the
games of youth were over.


17)  Girls everywhere

     It was becoming a routine sight to see girls with obvious
bellies walking around.  The girls not showing yet loved to feel
their tummies, and April and I did as well, often running our soapy
hands over them in the shower, admiring their forms.  Although we
were no longer having sex with the other girls, we felt a lot more
free with them, and it was common for us to kiss and hug each
other, and even feel around a little, just for fun.  

     April and I also routinely kept company at our compound these
days, as there was usually a girl or two resident in the clinic,
performing medical exams or doing a little dentistry.  I had a
problem under an old cap, which required that I allow myself to be
worked on, and the girl did a fine job.  

     I had to remind myself that these were very young girls,
because they were all becoming quite skillful at various jobs
normally reserved for adults.  I remember standing in the machinery
caves one day, looking down a service port into a bay a good five
stories tall at two little girls wearing nothing but shop aprons
taking apart a bearing on a generator the size of a small building,
giggling about silly things the whole time, chattering away like it
was no big deal.  So I was used to having young teenagers sitting
around my kitchen table for lunch discussing fluid analysis.  I was
very nervous when they first started performing internal medicine,
April's tubes being one of their first jobs, but they seemed to be
very confident in their skills.
    
     It was one of the girls in the social group that gave birth
first, a few weeks early, dashing Reagan's hopes to be the pioneer. 
The midwives handled everything very well, a good thing, since I
had to turn my head away when they nonchalantly snipped the
placenta.  We all knew that for a baby to be allowed to live, it
had to be flawless.  We simply couldn't accept physical deformities
or genetic disease in a founding member of the future of mankind. 
We talked about it quite a bit in community gatherings, and decided
on the Chinese model, of not admitting a baby to life until it was
named.  Everyone remained subdued at the birth, a little excited of
course, but no celebrations.  It took a couple of days until the
tests came back without any problems, and the mother was allowed to
give the girl a name, Sara, after her mother.  It was a reminder of
things past that had the effect of putting a serious tone on the
gathering that followed, everyone smiling and taking turns holding
the child.

     After that it was one after another, babies popping out every
few weeks for months.  I had to laugh at one of the scenes, two
naked very pregnant fifteen year-olds helping another naked fifteen
year-old give birth.  They had to waddle to move around the clinic. 
It was good thing they both didn't come to term at once.  The
clinic became a very noisy place, usually four or five mothers and
babies in residence at once.  Out in the houses the girls were
discovering the joys of motherhood, which unfortunately included
few hours of sleep and many nasty diapers to change.  All the
common areas took on a baby powder smell.

     Out of twenty-four girls, none had any birth problems, and all
the children were normal.  I thought surely there would be some
medical crises, and I wasn't going to be surprised at a death,
whether it be one of the mothers or a baby.  But it just didn't
happen, the girls were harvested from the population to be suited
for exactly this task, and they were.  Even the smallest of the
girls had good pelvises for delivering babies, all the critical
dimensions above the norm, as I learned.  You could feel a sense of
relief in the community at this good fortune, it felt like an omen. 

     For awhile the girls and their babies kept to themselves, as
tending new borns is pretty much a full-time job.  April and I had
been busy in the storage caves bringing out equipment, cribs and
strollers, bundles of diapers, and with all the girls tied up, we
had to run pretty hard to keep up with the chores.  One of our
least favorite became the garbage detail of course.  The facility
didn't make any attempt at recycling, they had just dug a gigantic
pit into the earth with a cap on it, and you just drove a cart into
a cage on top and the trash dropped inside. Unfortunately the
driver's position was in the rear, with the garbage container
mounted on front, and April and I started calling this the "pee
yew" run.

    Within a few weeks the girls started appearing in the common
areas with the babies, and after a few more weeks a division of
labor starting settling in.  I basically let the girls figure it
out, but the obvious model was that a couple of the girls would run
a kind of daycare facility, leaving the others to carry out their
work.  As with the medical staff, we left it to the girls as to who
would enjoy that kind of work, and without any real prompting,
that's exactly what happened.  I was glad to see that kind of
community caring develop, because as soon as the babies were weaned
I planned on exerting my authority to start moving the young girls
around, having them sleep in a randomly-selected house each night. 
With three sets of babies coming and no men, the unit family had to
be abandoned.  I'm sure there would be a bond with the birth
mother, but I wanted the new arrivals to develop a strong sense
that they were part of a larger family, not one imposed by the
accident of blood.

     April and I began to spend more time in the community during
this time.  The sex activity had allowed April to become closer to
the other girls, and I gave her complete permission to have
whatever sort of sexual affairs she might like, so long as I didn't
get cut out.  She accepted that freedom, but mainly she just became
more social, forgetting the shy, hurt little fat girl she was in
the distant past.  No one much cared that she was on the plump side
now, many of the girls had been intimate with her, and all of them
had been blimps anyway, and would be again in the near future. 
April was the first girl to start wearing a bra for support, and
that became a trend with the girls, now that their breasts were
full and tender.  I thought it was pretty comical to see girls
walking down the lane chatting together naked except for bras.  It
was darn sexy too, I loved to feel April's breasts through her bra.

     As for me, I would visit the houses more than I had in the
past, but I really started to get out in the community as the
babies put on a couple of years.  It seemed there was a period of
a few months where babies in diapers all of a sudden became little
naked girls, with proud little pussies and fat little bottoms.  It
wasn't really a sexual thing, but they were just very pleasant to
look at, and I enjoyed spending time at the pond playing games with
them and watching them play.

     Of course, as soon as the girls were ready the sex started up
again, but the mood was entirely different than the first time. 
The girl's bodies weren't much older, but their attitudes had
become very adult-like.  April and I had a lot of fun, but there
were also many sessions where it was just something to get done and
over with so the girl could get back home to make dinner.  One
thing for sure, the girls had finally realized the value of
becoming cooks, with hungry young mouths to feed.  Nothing kept a
growing girl full better than bread.

     I guess my favorite time in the shelter was when the third set
of babies had been weaned and added to the first two, some of whom
were well past five.  There were girls all over the place, sleeping
in various combinations in various houses, or outside in common
areas together.  I wanted them to shift around, but I didn't need
to worry about that much, they were pretty hard to keep down. 
"Mommy April" and I ("Daddy") would always have at least a couple
girls stay with us overnight, and all the girls felt free to invade
our house during the day, especially when the smell of baked goods
was in the air.

     The young girls took my sexual differences for granted, not
really paying any particular attention to the different shape of my
body.  But one day in the commons three of the older girls came up
to me as I was lying on the lawn with April, and asked if they
could touch it.  I looked over at April and she shrugged, so I told
them to go ahead.  They took turns lifting it up and poking at my
balls, asking questions about this and that, and being satisfied
with having been allowed access to it, they were off again playing
games.  All of the new girls eventually had touched it at one time
or the other, and they all knew how it worked and that they would
one day have it inside them.  It became very natural for them to
talk about.

     It also become common for the young girls to play sex, not
that they were accomplishing anything.  The older girls (I guess
they were now "women"), and I discussed whether sex play should be
private or not, and although some of the girls wanted it kept that
way, we decided that no rules would be set.  As a result the young
girls would often be in the same bed when the women would play
around, and mimicked what they were doing.  I think as the young
girls got a little older there was also a certain amount of playing
around back and forth, according to the very frustrated security
system, still counting off the nightly insults to its morality
program.

     April and I looked up once from a very long, slow fuck session
to find out we were being watched by two girls peeking around the
bedroom door.  I didn't say anything about it, and after awhile we
starting being joined in bed by one or two of the girls who wanted
to watch, and sometimes play around between themselves, or tuck
themselves under April's arms as she lay in bed with me on top,
fucking away.  I just made a fundamental decision not to make any
big deal about it.  If April and I really wanted to be alone, we
shut the door.  If we were just having fun, we left it open, and
the children could look or join us as they pleased. 

     As a result, by the time the young girls were getting into
their sexually active years, some of them as old as the girls who
had first arrived, the place had become a sex hive, just as I had
predicted to one of the "mod four" girls many years ago.  There
were girls humping everywhere, and girls with women too, openly. 
I think the cross-generation thing was probably an accident of the
close conditions, and the social history of the cave, but I made no
effort to discourage it, not seeing any particular reason why
people couldn't do as they pleased.  Not all of the girls felt that
way, some were quite private, and some didn't care about sex yet,
but you just couldn't spend any time in the commons without being
with girls loving other girls.

     I had started off with the first batch only when they had
reached child-bearing age, but as some of the second generation
grew up, and opened themselves up, April and I began to receive
requests to experience my cock.  I had some pretty strong hang-ups
about daddies fucking their daughters in my old life, but I had
been fucking young girls for a long time, and when their were some
seventy-odd daughters running around naked, looking absolutely
luscious . . . well, the heck with taboos, I was going to fuck them
all eventually anyway.  As usual, I left it up to April, but she
seemed to think that since she had already been having sex with a
number of them, her plump charms being an object of curiosity and
desire, that I deserved a taste as well.

     I was happy enough with April.  Her body was larger now, but
much more dramatic, large cone-shaped breasts that leaped off her
chest, and wrapped around my cock in the most satisfying manner,
and a large white bottom that I absolutely worshipped.  But,
variety is the spice of life, so one night I found myself in bed
with April and two girls with numbers on their shoulders, the
number one daughter of Number Twenty One and the number two
daughter of Number Seven, while two younger girls sat twined in a
chair watching.

    It had been a long time since I was with a girl that young,
April in her first days here, and it was quite a turn on to see
little fingers wrapped around my stiff cock again.  I let the girls
ride my cock clumsily, and when it was sliding around well enough,
I rolled both of them over and fucked them one after the other,
giving them the full treatment.  But I held myself in check, and
came inside April, looking down at her breasts, still moist from
being sucked by the girls.  After that, April and I left our bed
pretty much open, the only girls not welcome being those of child-
bearing age, all of the first generation of course.  Given the
number of girls running around the place, we almost always had
company, two or more girls wanting their chance to have Daddy's
baby maker insider of them.   


18)  Getting close

     No one said anything about it in daily conversation, but there
were always two things on our mind; the radiation counter and the
water supply, the two constraints on the longevity of our lives and
our daughters.  The water supply was a known quantity.  At the
present rate of consumption we had well less than ten years,
probably more like seven.  The oldest girls were just passing ten,
so figure another five at the most to get to child-bearing age.  

     Water determined how long we could stay, but radiation
determined how long we would live.  So far, so good was the message
from the charts and graphs.  The levels in the air had dropped
below the expected decay curves and had stayed there for years,
giving us all hope.  But the toughest part of the curve was not the
early years, where the curve was steep, but the last years, where
it was shallow and broad.  There were still a lot of rads out
there, and this is where the scientists had better be right, the
components had to have the right mix of half-lives for the level to
drop back to background levels.

     It was possible we might find that radiation levels were too
high, but that water could be imported, using radiation protection
vehicles and equipment, which we had in abundance parked in hidden
caves above us.  If that was the case, we might be able to extend
our lives until we consumed our food supply, maybe another ten
years.  If we had to go longer, then it was going to be necessary
to start killing off the older generation in favor of the young, if
necessary until it came down to me and a small group of the
youngest girls.  There was simply no choice in the matter, dying
together out of some sense of dignity was the end of our species. 
The radiation counter was ticking off our lives, we all knew that.

     I began sharing the camera views of the topside world the
first time I could see green returning to the landscape.  It took
many months for light to come back in the sky, years before the
clouds parted, and years more before plants began to colonize the
plains of old.  Once it started it went green almost immediately of
course, grass doesn't need much time.  The camera showed us rolling
green fields and nothing more, no trees at all.  There used to be
trees above us, but they were all burned to ash long ago.  It had
only been in the last few years that a certain amount of variety in
the plant life began to be revealed, flowering plants, and finally
a few persistent bushes and small shrubs, their seeds blown in on
the breeze.

    There were no animals of any type visible.  The motion detector
equipment didn't even return the signature of a fly, much less any
birds.  We would return to a green world, that was obvious, but our
only company, if we were lucky, would be some fishes and worms.  If
the radiation was going to allow us to survive, then agriculture
was the key.  The first generation had become experts on running
this facility.  The second generation was being trained on our
survival outside, learning the skills of medieval craftsman and
farmers, as well as how to recover and repair the litter of our
lost civilization.  A couple of girls were even being trained on
recognizing and cordoning off nuclear facilities, which would be
death zones for thousands of years, there being no hope of any kind
of clean up.  We also knew it would necessary to avoid the bombed
areas for hundreds of years.  We would have to travel and live at
the margins of the old society.

     The last communication we had received from the outside was
stored in the system, and it provided me with a road map for our
survival, the last known record of hits.  I knew that we were
seventy miles south of Spokane, across a broad wheat-growing plain
called the Palouse.  The area north of us was a dead zone, as was
Seattle and Portland to the west.  But the center of Oregon and the
Oregon coast was well clear of any hits.  My plan was to travel
south into Oregon and then west, over the Cascades on back roads
and down into one of the harbors in the south, hoping to find a
cargo ship that could be repaired into running condition.  My
destination was the island of Kauai.

     There wasn't anything romantic about it, the destination was
based solely on common sense.  The island was self-sufficient,
there were full rivers for hydro power, if we desired it, and
plenty of rain and sun for planting, the weather ideal for living. 
True, it was close to Pearl Harbor, a radioactive hole, but Oahu
was well over the horizon and the winds didn't blow to the north. 
It was likely the island did not receive a blast of direct fallout,
and therefore would match the general conditions outside, possibly
quite a bit better.  If it was contaminated, there was always the
possibility of the Big Island, and if not, the larger islands of
the south seas.  Any of the islands that had modern medical care
facilities would be acceptable.

     I also wanted to get far away from land, and the possibility,
however remote, of contact with other people.  My worst fear was
that a small band of military men might have been able to hold out
someplace in a cave, maybe deep in a mine, and had used radiation
gear to forage from the surface and survive.  After that many years
in the ground and without women, all sense of military bearing and
honor would be long since burned out, and they would be no better
than a pack of wolves.  I hoped I was twice wrong, but I was damned
if I'd take the chance.  The best strategy was to get away from the
continent as quickly as possible, and stay gone, until the
population pressures of the island community forced migration to
fresh shores.

     There was of course also the possibility of a Russian or
Chinese facility, just like this one.  The materials I was given
assured me there was no evidence of that, but we had obviously been
careful, maybe they had too.  Would they have developed the same
way we did, or would we face a group of fanatics, determined to
scour out any vestige of the old west?  Again, running and hiding
in the middle of the biggest ocean was the safest way to assure our
survival. 

     Regardless of what we might find, or what happened to the
radiation counter, we had to start preparing to leave.  There was
a subtle shift in the programs the girls were learning.  They began
to be shown self-defense, a concept we hadn't considered for
decades.  A select group of girls started appearing in the exercise
area training their bodies with fighting techniques, like kick
boxing and kung-fu.  


19)  Fucking forget it

     OK, that's quite enough!  I've pretty much exhausted the sexy
bits, so I quit.  Hey, sorry, I mean the rest of this is what . .
. "Westward the Women" combined with "Avalanche Alley"?   Believe
it or not, this started off as a very detailed dream, the tubular
car, the girls locked in it, the nuclear war, the whole bit,
really.  All my books begin with dreams.  When I woke up, I wrote
down the basics, and then embellished the story through daydreams. 
I was interested enough in the obvious potential of the sexy bits
to write this down for fun, but I'll be damned if I'm going to
waste good writing time finishing off this like a novel when it has
- let's face it - zero commercial potential, I mean none, zip,
nada.  Published?  Hell, hundreds of under-age girls . . . I'd be
lucky to avoid being burned at the stake.  It's all yours!

    Want some suggestions?  OK, I had it laid out something like
this.  We get out of the cave very carefully, checking the
radiation and so forth, and open up a lid in the soil to allow the
vehicles out, which are sort of like Bradley fighting vehicles,
only they run on gas instead of kerosene, because it should be easy
to scavenge gas from rural service stations.  OK, so we start our
trek across the middle of Oregon, stopping along the way for some
exploring and such.  We find fish in a stream, which is a real good
sign.  We also find a lot of skeletons, so there are some real nice
scenes ala "The Stand" involving ghost towns and such with bodies
everywhere, you know.  So, we get to the Oregon coast, find a
container ship, fix it, load it full of everything we can scrounge
and ship off for Kauai, and once there we clean part of it up to
live in, get some power back on, the local hospital running, that
sort of thing, start agriculture and fishing and start procreating
like mad, only boys and girls this time.

     Want some adventure?  How about that roaming band of ex-
military I was worried about?  Mutant radioactive sea monsters?  A
kind of Lord of the Flies development?  I don't know, you decide. 

     So . . . can anyone think of situation where one guy could
plausibly be with more than a hundred young girls?  I figure this
must be some kind of record. 

     PS, my mail box was created just to post this, and I'm
shutting it down right after, so no need for feedback.
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