Message-ID: <48688asstr$1091520603@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: <news@google.com> X-Original-To: ckought69@hotmail.com Delivered-To: ckought69@hotmail.com X-Original-Path: not-for-mail From: dannywall@hotmail.com (Danny Wall) X-Original-Message-ID: <f98877bd.0408021450.19edb4b4@posting.google.com> Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit NNTP-Posting-Date: Mon, 2 Aug 2004 22:50:01 +0000 (UTC) X-ASSTR-Original-Date: 2 Aug 2004 15:50:00 -0700 Subject: {ASSM} (NV) West Coast Chapter 2 Lines: 456 Date: Tue, 3 Aug 2004 04:10:03 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2004/48688> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: hoisingr, dennyw First, this is a bit of "fan fiction" work set in the NanoVirus universe. This work is copyright 2004, by me, all rights reserved. Nanoverse however is a creative "world" created by cmsix and he could demand that I stop at any time. If you're an NV fan, you'll pretty readily recognize some of what's going on. If you're not, I highly recommend reading the NanoVirus stories first. There's some "backstory" that will help to make sense of what's happening that I'm not going to cover. Universe: Nanoverse Summary: Earth is being purged by the aliens that created life there. Keywords: NanoVirus Language: English codes(MF Mf mF ScFi mc inc mother son span oral anal ws) I'm including all of the codes from the NV stories even though I'm not much of a "ws" kind of guy. **************************** I woke up surprisingly early the next morning, and decided to make breakfast for the two of us. Fortunately, I didn't have to. Apparently she had a maid or whatever, and it was already going, I could hear the sounds as I moved downstairs. And the maid was a hotty too. I was only in my boxers, and as I walked into the kitchen, put myself on the other side of one of the counter so that she wouldn't see the raging hardon and sat down on a bar stool. "Hi," I said, startling her. She had flowing blond hair, full lips, and a face that could stop traffic if the rest of her body didn't. She was young though, maybe only 19 or 20. In fact, I was guessing she was a college student working her way through. "Making enough for all three of us I hope." "Actually, yes. Your clothes are folded in the front room, it's how I knew she had company." She blushed as she said this and continued. "I'll have everything set out on trays and you can take it up to her, if that's ok." "Wonderful, I think she's going to be a bit ... sore, this morning. So I'm sure she'd appreciate breakfast in bed." "So what do you think of all the deaths. They're saying even religious leaders are starting to die now. They've got the pope up in a plane trying to stay in front of the line." "Line? What line? and I knew nothing about religious leaders." "Well, it seems someone has figured out that everything is starting on our eastern seaboard and moving westward from there, rolling around the planet in waves. First it was incarcerated criminals. Then criminals in general, now it's religious leaders ... They just started getting sick this morning." "Damn," I said ... but strangely I didn't feel nervous about it at all. It did settle things though, it couldn't be chemical. It had to be biological. It just didn't make sense that a biological agent would target certain types of people so specifically. "So do you have any classes today?" "Huh? How'd you know I'm in school?" "Your age mostly. You're beautiful enough that you wouldn't have to work unless you were too busy to date." She blushed again and turned to grab some plates. In a few moments she had breakfast for two loaded up on a tray. "Well, here you go." "Thanks," I said. Mary was already up when I got back in. "I was hoping you hadn't left." "Left? Darlin, after lastnight I'd be a fool to jump out on you. I hope the two of us will have many more nights like the last one ... with some days thrown in for good measure." I laid breakfast across her lap, then took a bite from my own plate. Mary nodded. "So what did you think of my maid?" This was one of those obviously baited questions that women like to throw out as a mind game. I don't go for any of that so I just laid it straight at. "She's absolutely gorgeous. Not quite your confident natural beauty, but then she also seems pretty young." Mary nodded and took a bite of her breakfast. We ate quickly and decided to go have a look at the news, at which point the three of us pretty much spent the day glued to the tube. No one had any idea what was going on. Lots of punditry, lots of guessing. Everyone was utterly clueless. I thought about trying to contact some folks I knew over at State, but then decided that wouldn't be a good idea. Shit like this would cause panic at State and they'd pull me into some bullshit operation or another to keep situations stable. That was when I realized I couldn't go back home. There'd probably be people waiting for me. "You ok," Mary asked after I'd just stood there looking like a daft idiot. "Actually," I said, gauging my words. "No." It was then that it hit me. It wasn't as if it was concious or anything, but the ... I don't know, instinct maybe ... to just come clean and tell them about my history, to come clean with what I knew and everything. It took a few hours with all the questions and stuff that they asked ... and I ended up telling them MUCH more than I was actually supposed to, but by the end, they knew a lot about me, my past, things I knew, and things I could do. That was when I gave them my suspicion/fear that this whole thing was biological. Mary looked over to Sue. "What do you think?" Sue shook her head. "It's bizarre. It both can't be biological, and at the same time it has to be." "What do you mean," I asked. "First," Sue replied. "Let me tell you a little about my background--" "Actually, hon" Mary said jumping in. "Let me do that. You'll be too modest. Sue is possibly the worlds foremost authority on genetics. It's expected that in a few months she'll be the youngest person to ever receive a doctorate in that field, attaining the appelation just before she turns 20." I nodded and turned back to Sue. "So, what's your opinion?" "Well, here's the thing. I can see why you keep moving back and forth between it being chemical and it being biological. First, autopsies have turned up nothing. Which is strange in and of itself, but certainly points to a chemical that can eliminate itself. A pathogen would at least leave traces of itself, if not plenty of it still swimming around in the dead body. However, this thing is spreading, which indicates a biological, just as you said. However, it's targeting specific people ... pathogens don't do that. They don't care if you're black, white, poor, rich, a criminal, or a guard. that every person in jail has died, and not a single guard, simply isn't possible. Finally, there is no way for ANY pathogen to live in the human body without some people building up an immunity to it, and thus far, there doesn't seem to be anyone with an immunity." "But HIV is a pathogen and no one's immune to it," I said confused. "Actually, there ARE people immune to HIV ... and your HIV example is part of my point. It doesn't care if you're a guard or a criminal or anything. If you aren't immune, it'll get you. On the flip side, there is simply no way to distribute a chemical like that to every location on the planet and have it trigger this way. None of it makes any sense." "I agree," I said. "And Mary, what about you? What do you do? You're obviously intelligent, but you differed to Sue on this." "Well, what else would a blond bombshell be, but a rocket scientist." The broad smile on her face didn't give away if she was telling the truth or just yanking my chain ... but she sure seemed smart enough. "What kind of rockets you work on?" "Currently I'm helping with the next generation Titan, the one that lifts all the REAL heavy stuff into orbit. I'm also the head coach for the track and field program at UCSD." I nodded, and we all fell into silence as we watched the tube, surfing the major news channels to see if there was anything new. Oddly, we hung out, all three of us just watching the TV for the next four days. We didn't even shower and ate only what could be easily eaten in front of a television. Quickly, it became obvious that life as we knew it was coming to an end ... and yet strangely not one of the three of us thought that we'd be affected. It seemed that we decided that there were at least SOME people immune. Only seven days since the whole mess had supposedly started, and the population of the planet was down an estimated 70% and dropping like a rock, with many more men dying than women. Already it was estimated that there was only one man left alive for every 4 women ... with that ratio growing daily. At almost the same time, each of the three of us came out of the wierd haze we were in. "Ok," I said suddenly taking on the role of the leader. "I'm guessing this place has enough showers for each of us. I think we need to get showered and shaved. While we're doing that, lets start thinking about our course of action. Lets meet down here in 20 minutes." Because I'd been sitting in my boxers, my clothes were clean and I wasn't about to my dirty assed boxers back on. Feeling clean, with an idea of how to proced, along with the dangers that we might be encountering, I headed back downstairs. Not surprisingly, I was the first one downstairs, but I didn't have to wait long. The girls showed up in typical southern california summer gear, midthigh length miniskirts and "cami-bra" tanktops. "First, lets talk about the problem, and forgive me for starting with the obvious, but just hear me out for a minute. People are dying, and in huge numbers. Worse, the people that are dying now are involved in the planning and running of our society, which by definition can not hold up. We don't know if all members of the military or police have died, or if there are some like me that are immune. THAT concerns me greatly. THAT is a huge problem. Some of those people may try and setup mini dictatorships. This means two things. First, that we need to arm ourselves. I can help out with that problem immediately, and as we proceed I know where and how to get more and better weapons and ammunition. Secondly, if most of the military have died, we need to think about destroying military hardware that we don't need or can't use, so that it can't later be used against us. Because we are losing so much of our intelligence, we need to also start thinking about gathering together as much knowledge as we can so that it doesn't get lost. Our civilization could easily degrade into some parody of the dark ages if we aren't careful ... however, I think we may want to take some hints from the dark ages and I'll get into those specifics later. Finally, other than personal protection, we need to begin thinking about gathering together all the food that will stay fresh, as well as start thinking about food production. We need to realize that things like the electricity grid will probably not be able to stay up, which means running water will be a problem. That therefore means that we need to live someplace that already has enough water or else--" "Clean water is no problem," Mary said jumping in. "I can produce a nearly endless supply of clean water as long as we are near an ocean." I cocked my head curiously. "We'll save the details for later," Mary said. "Just trust me. Clean water is no problem. I can desalinate an endless supply of water and probably produce a nearly endless supply of electricity to go along with it as long as we are near the ocean. I was going to patent my approach and make myself a killing ... but I enjoy working on rockets and never got around to it." "Ok, that solves that problem. But it doesn't change what I said about food production. Finally, the people that are left will need to begin actually rebuilding the society. We'll need to begin repopulating." Mary looked at Sue with a broad smile on her face. "Oh, so that's what this is all about. You just want to get in our pants!" I looked at Mary sternly. "And let me be absolutely clear about something. I have no intention of EVER demanding anything from you that you don't want to give. I think we'll be strongest if we're all together because we want to be. I think that lending our skills to the survival effort will be all that needed." I paused giving the now stricken looking Mary time to absorb that before smiling broadly on my own. "Besides, there's now plenty of women. Before long you'll be begging me to let me in your pants!" She punched me. On the shoulder, and I'm a big guy, and it was strangely cathartic. It almost sealed our relationship. But that left out Sue. "What do you think," I said turning to her. "I think you've thought this out further than I have in some ways, not as far in others. We, meaning Mary and me, and maybe others that we'll pick up as we need specialties or something, will need to look to your protection as much as you look to ours. You may be former special operations, but from a tactical perspective, we're sunk if anything happens to you. That means we women need to look to your safety as much, or more, as you look to ours. Going back to something else I said, the three of us won't be able to survive on our own. We'll need to find others and take them on. People that know how to build houses, that know plumbing. We'll need ranchers, and farmers if we're to eat ... unless you know how to butcher a cow and grow corn too?" I shook my head. "I know electronics, electricity, especially as they pertain to security systems, and because of my training at State, a lot about guns and military style operations." "My point exactly. We need to think of you like a general. You're the leader that makes the decisions that need to be made but DOES NOT go into harms way." I cringed. "I'd rather not be thought of as a general for starters. Additionally, especially right now, I'll have to be the one that goes into harms way. I'm the one with the training. So at least until I can teach you two and any others how to shoot, how to move, how to fight, it'll be me." Sue shook her head. "I've done more than my fair share of shooting, I know my way around a rifle. My brothers and I used to have contests to see who could field dress one of our guns the fastest. By the time I was ten, I always won. As for your comment about being thought of as a general, it was a metaphor Stan. The old titles didn't serve us well, the old way of thinking got the country to where it was. Few were actually happy. We need new ways ... new titles ... maybe even a whole new language. Words mean things. There's power in them. We may need new words." I smiled broadly. "Which brings us the library I talked about." Sue and Mary both nodded. "Ok, I need a ride back to the gaslamp quarter to get my car. I've got to get back to my place and pick some things up." <><><><><><><><><> The first thing I went for was my rifle. Everyone likes to yap about the HK. Personally, I'm an "XR" man. The XRay 66 to be exact. I had several sights for it depending on conditions and distance ... all calibrated in. Yeah, it was a single shot, like most sniper rifles, but if I was using that, I'd have plenty of time anyway and could eliminate a hundred people before they were on me if I started shooting at maximum range. I also grabbed several of my handguns, my Remington 306 hunting rifle, and several of my assault rifles. Throwing in a case of grenades and even two stingers for good measure. I put on a shoulder holster and wore my favorite handgun, some generic brand 45 caliber. I always like that one, I even named it "betsy" of all the dumb things ... but I was damn accurate with it, for a handgun anyway. All of this went into my Dodge pickup, and now I wish I had gone with the duelly, but I figured I could always get another one later. lastly went clothes and all the field rations that I had, which wasn't much. I was just pulling out of my gate guarded driveway when my neighbor's wife sprinted across the street. She was one of the few trophy wives that wasn't more plastic than actual woman. "Stan ... holy shit, I thought you'd died too. The entire street is gone. No one is left alive except me! Where are you going? Can I come too? Jesus, Stan, I'm so scared. I'll do *anything* if you let me come with you. Please." "You can come, on one condition." "Anything Stan, I'm not kidding." "You can come with me if you don't think you owe me anything." Elaine blinked a few times. "What?" "You can come with me, if you want. But you don't owe me anything. You just have to agree to help out as best you can." "Son of a bitch, you are a nice guy." She ran around to the passenger side and got in. I drove across to her house, which drew a paniced look from Elaine. "I thought you said I could come with you?" "You can, but don't you want to grab some clothes and stuff?" "Yeah, hang on." "I'll come and help." It didn't take long before we had her loaded up and I was on the road. I used my cell to call ahead to Mary and Sue to let them know I'd picked someone up ... and found out that Sue had gone and picked up her best friend. The three of us became the five of us. And at once I was amazed. "Anyone notice that you four are gorgeous," I said meaning it purely analytically. "Flattery will get you everywhere," Marcia said batting her eyes at me. "Thank you," I said recovering. "I wonder if there isn't something to that though." It was now getting dark, and I suggested we all turn in to bed. "Uhh ... Why don't you take my room," Mary suggested. "I think the four of us need to do some chatting." I looked them over, and realized that four gorgeous, obviously sexually active women being the only ones with a lone man might make things a little strained if they didn't work things our sooner, rather than later, so I let it go. "Just don't stay up too late." "Yes daddy," they all said in unison, then fell to giggling. I woke up the next morning to Elaine crawling into bed with me, and due to her lack of clothing, it was obvious she wasn't there only to wake me up. "I get to go first," she said before falling on me and smothering me with a kiss before I could ask what she meant. She was, well, delicious. She taken the time to put some sort of flavoring on her lips. And I quickly found out on her nipples as well when I turned her over and began suckling them. She leaned back and sighed in pleasure ... which turned into a moan when my hand found an already pussy. I slowly figured her while giving equal time to her nipples and her mouth before she pushed me onto the bed. "I want this monster cock of yours in me." She got up and lowered herself onto me ... and I found she was a master hip mover. Someone just pump up and down, and that's nice, don't get me wrong. But what truly sets of my rockets is when they move their hips around while they're doing it ... and she did. I was more than a little pleasantly surprised when she pulled herself all the way, then aimed me at her rear hole. I'm an ass man, but because I'm so big, few women rarely let me go there ... and fewer do it themselves. She rode my cock up her ass while I took some time to massage those beautiful tits of hers. She came, I came, it was good, and I wanted more. But she got up, and left. And in walked Elaine. "What, are you girls lined up out there or something," I asked my smile growing. Elaine got an even bigger smile. "Yes." And then she was all over me. Don't even ask me how I did it, but somehow I went through all four of them ... twice ... before I was exhausted. Thankfully they didn't keep coming in after I'd seen Sue the second time. I napped for about an hour, showered, and met the twinkling eyed girls downstairs. ________________________ This one was a little light on the sex angle but I wanted to work through some things to get into the actual story (which of course will have lots of sex). Subsequent chapters will be much better now that I've got things "rolling". -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ------ send stories to: <ckought69@hotmail.com>| | FAQ: <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/faq.html> Moderators: <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |ASSM Archive at <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org> Hosted by <http://www.asstr-mirror.org> | |Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d; look for subject {ASSD}| +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+