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Author: cmsix
Title: NanoVirus
Part: 017
Universe: Nanoverse
Summary: Earth is being purged by the aliens that created life there.
Keywords: NanoVirus
Language: English and North East Texan

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   Chapter 17

   I headed for my bedroom.  Nancy came by about thirty minutes later and
told me she was going for it.  She burst into the pilot's bedroom and
jumped into the middle of the bed.  She ended up between Brenda and Gloria.
She looked at Gloria and then at Brenda.

   "Are you the pilot's?" She asked in a mischievous little girl's voice.

   "Yes." Gloria replied.

   "Well fly me, fly me please." Nancy giggled.

   All four of them descended on her and seemed to just devour her.  In
just a minute or two she had Aimee and Helen latched onto a nipple each and
Gloria was kissing her deeply as Brenda was licking up a little tornado on
her pussy.  All the pilots had seen me and winked at me.  Within ten
minutes Nancy seemed to be in a continuous cum.  She couldn't scream out
her pleasure because Gloria still had her mouth occupied.  Finally she was
able to end the kisses.

   "Go get Karen.  I can't take you all anymore.  Go get me some help."
Nancy begged.

   Reluctantly, Brenda and Gloria went to get Karen as Aimee and Helen
continued their assault on Nancy.  Gloria and Brenda returned in just a few
minutes.  Brenda held Karen in her arms carrying her.  Their mouths were
locked together in a deep kiss as Brenda carried Karen.  Gloria was behind
her leading Shelly and Sarah.  All were naked.  Brenda put Karen in the bed
and got in with her and began licking her pussy.  Gloria, Shelly, and Sarah
were right behind her.  Soon there were eight naked women in the big bed
and they were fondling, fingering and licking everything they could reach.
I pulled up a chair and just watched for over an hour.

  
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   I was up and in the kitchen by five thirty the next morning.  Nancy and
the coffee were waiting for me.  If she'd died right then twenty morticians
couldn't have gotten the smile off her face.  I went to her and gave her a
good morning kissing and groping.

   "You do." I said.

   "I do what?" Nancy asked petulantly.

   "You do taste just like pilot pussy." I said grinning.

   Nancy blushed and laughed out loud.

   "Why you selfish bastard.  You're fucking eighteen women and now you're
jealous cause I licked a little pussy." She told me indignantly.

   "I'm not jealous I loved every second of it.  It was more than a little
pussy you licked though.  By my count, I was there you remember, you licked
seven pussies last night." I said.

   "Yeah, but they were all little.  You lucky motherfucker, I'd be willing
to bet that you have ended up with the eighteen littlest pussies left on
earth." She said.

   "I just wonder what Melinda is going to be like." I smirked.

   "I'm sure you'll find out soon.  Actually you'll have to Jack.  As bad
as I hate to say it, you're going to have to turn Melinda or kill her.  We
just can't let her go alive if she doesn't want to stay.  She already knows
where we are and she is capable of destroying or seriously damaging us.  We
just can't risk it.  Karen and Janet are trying to gain her confidence. 
She will talk to them finally but they don't have a lot of hope that they
can convince her you are a good person." Nancy told me soberly.

   "I just hope, for her sake and ours, that Shelly was right.  She said
that Jackie basically raped her when he turned her.  I don't want to have
to do that to Melinda; but I will try it to keep from killing her." I said.

   "I'm not even going to tease you about that Jack.  If it comes to it you
have to do it.  I hope it doesn't come to it, but I'm sure if she had a
choice she'd rather be fucked than shot.  Maybe we ought to put it to her
that way." Nancy pondered.

   "That's enough bummer for me this morning.  How about putting some
breakfast to me?" I asked her.

   She did.  She put scrambled eggs and bacon with homemade toast to me. 
It was great; her cooking always was.  The pilots waltzed in a few minutes
later.  I got up and gave them their good morning kissing and groping. 
They weren't through though.  They demanded the same treatment from Nancy
and she did a really good job.  Helen embarrassed her by telling her they
had decided to find her a strap on and when I wasn't available Nancy was
going to be their man.  I howled in laughter myself, as she blushed some
more.

   "Just make sure it's bigger than my dick.  Then I can call her the big
dicked bastard for a change." I laughed out.

   "We've already checked Jack, they don't make any bigger than your dick."
Brenda shot back and then they all had a laugh on me.

   Jasmine and Sharon came in then and I got up for their good morning. 
Jasmine told me after I'd welcomed them to breakfast, that Sharon was going
to show her around today and stay with her for the next few days on the
security detail.  Sharon would show her the compound's setup and she was
going to teach Sharon some of the things she had learned during her special
forces training.  All the pilots chimed in then asking if she could show
them some things also.  She agreed to teach them all she knew.

   Jasmine then asked me about the Barretts that we had acquired.  I told
her we had several and I told her about the one I had bought before the
sickness.  I explained that it had been customized and reworked for even
greater accuracy.  I told her that we had also taken many types of
telescopic sights for it and even some night vision scopes.

   "Have you sighted in any of the army Barretts with any of the telescopic
or night vision scopes?" She asked.

   "No.  My original rifle is sighted in for a thousand yards with its
telescopic sight.  It's a twenty-four power.  None of them have been
sighted with any of the night vision equipment though." I told her.

   "I think I'll just take the time to sight one in for night vision first
thing then.  I can get it close in the daylight and then fine-tune it after
dark.  There's no sense having it unless it is ready to use." She said.

   She was right there.  A long-range night vision weapon could probably
come in handy; but it was useless if it wasn't sighted in.  I told Jasmine
to use any and all firearms she wanted to.  I considered them all under her
jurisdiction now.

   We'd finished eating and I decided it was time to go.  Jasmine and
Sharon came to the airstrip with us.  I flew with Aimee.  Gloria and Helen
surprised me by telling me that they intended to fly together.  The
Comanches could fight much more effectively with a second crewman operating
the weapons while the pilot concentrated on the flying.  I had actually
known this but it just hadn't registered.  I was glad they were watching
out for my deficiencies as a commander and I told them so.  Aimee said I
was a little like a second lieutenant taking over a squad that had
experienced NCOs.  If I let them they would cover my ass.  I decided to let
them.

   When we got up Aimee contacted Sharon in the tower and then Helen did.
They said Jasmine wanted to stay in contact until she knew we were safe at
our destination.  I figured this was some more valuable ass covering I was
receiving and I was glad for it.

   We headed for Sheppard and were there in forty minutes.  Twenty seconds
later I was really glad for Jasmine's ass covering.

   "Shit.  Jasmine an F15 just scrambled." Aimee told the microphone.

   "Roger." Was Jasmine's only reply.

   Both helicopters moved away from each other and then just hovered.  The
F15 didn't gain much altitude until he approached and then flew by us
closely, pointing to the ground.

   "What now boss?  He wants us to land.  I think he means it." Aimee asked
me.

   "What are our chances if we don't?" I asked Aimee.

   "One of us may get away.  I doubt both of us will." Aimee told me.

   The F15 was now circling us widely.  I felt sure he was staying out of
range of the stingers.  I told Aimee to tell the others to do, as he
wanted. I told her to let Jasmine know what we were doing.

   "Jasmine, he's forcing us down." Aimee told her.

   "Roger." Jasmine replied.

   Gloria and Helen headed for a spot to set down and we followed.  When we
were on the ground ten armed women approached us.  They all had M16s.  We
left all our arms in our helicopters.  The women motioned us away from them
and then one put down her M16 and patted us all down.  They seemed friendly
enough after that and directed us to a small hangar.

   The hangar was air-conditioned and we all went in and sat down and just
chatted about nothing.  I tried once to ask for some details about their
situation but they told me to just wait for Steve.  He was the F15's pilot.
We were in a bad spot but I didn't know exactly how bad.  Seventy-five
percent of my combat pilots were with me though so I knew it could get
really bad.

   We could hear the F15 land and as I still heard its engine I assumed he
taxied close to the hangar we were being held in.  He entered the hangar a
few minutes after I heard the jet wind down.  I hadn't seen any helicopters
outside.  That didn't seem to matter at the time though.

   Steve came over and introduced himself.  He proclaimed himself the
leader.  Most of the women seemed to agree.  I noticed from their body
language that three of them weren't overjoyed by the announcement.  Steve
asked where we were form.  I told him that we were staying within a hundred
miles.  He wanted it narrowed closer than that but I refused.  Now I knew
what Frank had felt like when he'd told me he wasn't going to reconnect my
access to the data center.  Steve held most of the cards.  We were under
his control.

   I knew that we weren't going to tell him anything that could damage the
other's chances.  If Brenda could get the Patriots working Steve would not
be a threat.  With the PAC-2 two weapons she could practically take him out
as he flew over his own base.  He had no hope of getting to our compound by
flight.  He didn't have enough manpower to take it if he arrived on foot.
Especially with the place's security looking like an ordinary fence and
pinpointing every invader's position.  They were safe if Brenda could just
turn on the missiles.  We on the other hand were not safe.

   When Steve asked why we came here I told him the truth.  I said that we
were looking for F15s for our protection.  I told him that we had been
attacked by and F16 yesterday.  I explained that it had only had one crew
and only the 20mm cannon and that we had shot it down and captured the
pilot.  I told him that she had been headed here and that when she told us
that, we were reminded that the air base was here and we came to see if we
could get an F15 or two.

   "I don't think I'll be sharing any aircraft right now.  I have plenty
but I'm not sure I want anyone that knows about me to have any." Steve said
grinning.

   He was like I expected all pilots, all male ones anyway, to be.  He was
cocky and assured of his greater intelligence.  I was assured that he was
intelligent too.  Dumbasses don't make it to be pilots.  Cocky assholes
often did though.  I was hoping that he would be extremely over confident.
He questioned me some more and I told him how many people I was leading.  I
didn't mention that I had two experienced former military personnel still
at home.  I let him think all my trained people were with me.  I didn't say
it but he assumed it and I didn't correct him.  In the back of my mind I
was desperately trying to construct a scenario that would let Brenda and
Jasmine rescue us.  I could tell that Steve didn't even consider this.

   I complimented him on his organization and on his foresight in obtaining
the F15s and the airbase.  He was cocky.  He was also a braggart.  He told
me more with his bragging than I would have ever hoped for by questioning
him.  He had only taken us by the slimmest of luck.  He hadn't scrambled
because he knew we were coming.  He was just getting up for a daily look
around.  The F15s radar had warned him we were in the area as soon as he
got a little altitude.

   Three of the women were also pilots.  Even better they were F15 pilots
with combat experience.  He pointed them out and it was the three that
hadn't seemed all that happy when he announced his leadership.

   The rest of the women were ground crew.  I lusted after them when he
pointed out one that was a helicopter mechanic and two that were jet
mechanics.  The rest had worked loading ordinance and fueling fighters and
doing small maintenance work.  I hate to admit it but I also lusted after
their beauty.  They all had the fit bodies I had come to associate with
former military service.  Three were blondes, one redhead, three Latinos
and three black women.  The black women were the first blacks I had seen
since the sickness.  I have to say that they were exceptional examples of
black beauty.  None of them were light skinned.  They were all dark black.
They had wonderfully jutting asses and more than one of them caught me
staring at hers.  None of them mentioned it though.  The Latinos were also
the pick of their breed.  Living in Austin I had developed a soft spot in
my heart and a hard place in my jeans for Latino women.  Their flashing
eyes and beautiful skin just rolled down my socks.  The three here were in
excellent shape.  Their breast seemed nearly identical in size and they
were big.  They seemed larger than C Cups but not quite D Cups.  I would
have to examine them more closely later, if I lived long enough.

   I just let Steve keep the floor and he regaled us with his exploits
before and after the sickness.  With his cockiness he had been blessed with
remarkably poor perception of others feelings.  His tales and stories
seemed to alienate his women either one or more at a time.  I think he
managed at least a slight insult for each and every one of them.

   We had been captured just before nine am.  Steve had been with us since
ten.  He talked for nearly five hours mostly about himself with very few
questions for me.  He said it was lunchtime at three fifteen pm.  Two of
the black beauties warned up and served MREs for us all, mine was some sort
of chicken stew or the like.  It was edible.  I wondered what these women
would think of a home cooked meal for every meal.  Helen must have been
wondering also.

   "Wow, I haven't had an MRE since I left the service.  I'd forgotten what
they were like." Helen said.

   "What do you eat then?" One of the black women asked her.

   "Oh regular food.  You know.  Like for breakfast we had bacon and
scrambled eggs with homemade bread toasted.  Last night we had smothered
pork chops with sweet potatoes with black-eyed peas.  That was one of the
best meals yet." Helen told them.

   "Powdered eggs I guess?" Ask one of the women pilots.

   "Well we may have to use them later.  Now we still have hundreds of
dozens of fresh eggs.  I'm sure most of them will go bad before we can eat
them up.  I don't know how long it will be before Johnny get his hens
laying." I said.

   "How have you kept any fresh eggs from spoiling since the power went
out." Steve asked.

   "Well we have power.  But we keep the eggs in a refrigerated truck's
trailer.  We had a whole truck load of them but we left half to load other
food." I told him.

   "Well I'm sorry our food isn't up to your standards." Steve said rather
testily.

   "Oh don't mind about us.  We've eaten MREs before.  We have about a
hundred thousand stored in one of the barns just in case.  We probably
won't need them now that we gathered so many cattle.  We're also preparing
some land to raise crops." I said.

   Steve acted like he didn't hear that and started talking about himself
again.  I let him.  I could see it wasn't bringing him any closer to his
women and I knew as long as he was talking about himself he wouldn't be
asking me any questions.  I was worried that he might run out of anecdotes
but I needn't have.  He began repeating some of them and I just acted as
interested as I had the first time.  Helen and Gloria finally caught on and
started asking him to explain some things whenever they could get a word
in. Aimee finally tumbled too and the hours just drug by for everyone but
Steve.

   I was reminded of the part in the Hobbit when Gandalf had kept the
trolls talking and arguing until daylight came and turned them to stone.  I
was afraid that even Steve couldn't talk until dawn though and I was aware
that he wouldn't be turned to stone by the light no matter how much of a
troll I thought he was.

   Amazingly he talked until nine-fifteen pm though.  He didn't even slow
down much when we had another MRE for supper at around seven.  I guess he
would have been talking yet if we hadn't heard a Barrett detonate one of
the.50 caliber rounds and then heard a tire of some kind explode.

   "Cover them." Steve ordered the women.

   They obeyed.  They picked up their M16s that had never gotten far from
them.

   Steve might be a good pilot and I'm sure he was smart and brave.  He
didn't know shit about combat on the ground though.  He walked right out
the front door with only his.45 ACP in his hand.  Hell it was dark and he
didn't even take a flashlight.  It wouldn't have done him any good if he
had but god damned.

   "I don't know who you are out there but you'd better get your asses up
her and put down your weapons." Steve yelled.

   I couldn't believe this.  His fucking F15 wasn't going to help him out
in this matter.  I wondered just what he had on his mind.  I knew he didn't
have any other members in his group.  As much as he had talked he couldn't
have kept from mentioning them.  I even knew his sister's first son was
named Bradley.  We heard the Barrett detonate again and then we heard Steve
scream.  Then we heard Jasmine.

   "Throw you gun away and we'll come and try to stop the bleeding.  We
have a doctor on the way just in case and she will do what she can for
you." Jasmine told him.

   One of the black women had started at the sound of Jasmine's voice.  She
acted as if she might have recognized it.  I told the women that they
should put their weapons down now.  I said that Steve was obviously wounded
and that my girls would be coming in here shortly.

   "If they come in here you'll be the first to die.  Just remember that."
One of the women pilots said.

   "Jack, are you OK." Jasmine yelled from much closer now.

   "So far." I said.

   The black woman that'd seemed to recognize Jasmine's voice looked at me.
She asked me the name of the woman that had been yelling.  I told her that
was Jasmine.  She ran near the door.

   "Jasmine.  Jasmine is that you.  It's me Henrietta.  Is that you
Jasmine?" She screamed out the door.

   "It's me Henny.  Who is this idiot I just shot?" Jasmine asked.

   "That's Steve.  He was the leader here.  Is he dead?" Henrietta asked
her.

   "Naw.  Not yet.  I got a tourniquet above his knee.  I shot him in the
kneecap.  It was with a Barrett though.  Took his leg off at the knee. 
He's passed out from loss of blood it looks like.  Karen and the others
might save him.  Where is Jack?" Jasmine asked.

   "He's in here with the three women pilots that brought him.  What's he
to you?" Henrietta asked.

   "He's my man.  Is he hurt?" Jasmine asked.

   "He ain't hurt yet.  These other women of Steve's are holding him
though. Here I'm going to throw out my weapon so you know I ain't in on
that.  What you want with a man anyway?" Henrietta asked.

   "Unless those other women are stupid you'll probably get to find out. 
Tell them what's going to happen to them if they hurt him.  There are two
of us out here and more on the way.  There's only two ways out of there. 
We got both ways covered." Jasmine told her.

   "She'll kill you all if you hurt him.  She is the meanest woman I've
ever seen.  I saw her whip three soldiers with her bare hands in a bar
once. They were hittin on her and then they pissed her off.  They all got
broken bones." Henrietta told them.

   "You heard her there're only two of them.  There are ten of us.  She
can't kill us all." The woman pilot spoke up again.

   "That's all you know, even I know better than that.  You ain't in no F15
here Debbie.  You'll have to face her with that M16.  She was Special
Forces.  She knows what she's doing out there in the dark.  None of us do.
She's probably got night vision goggles.  You just heard Steve scream.  How
you going to get out one of those doors and find her in the dark and shoot
her when she'll be waiting and know exactly where you have to come out?"

   "Well we'll just let her come in after us then." Debbie countered.

   "What do you mean we us, blondie?  I'm not waiting in here for you to
piss her off.  I'm gone already." Henrietta stepped out of the door with
her hands above her head then.

   "Get down Henny.  Stay close though so you can talk to them.  Tell them
they'd better come out before I have to send in the gas." Jasmine told her.

   "You can't send in gas with a Barrett.  Even I'm not that stupid."
Debbie yelled.

   "That M4 with a launcher she's holdin now don't look like a Barrett.  I
can see the Barrett where she put it down.  You better put down that weapon
and get your ass out here before she gets mad." Henrietta told Debbie.

   "What's the hold up Henny?  Who's running the show in there?" Jasmine
yelled.

   "It's a blonde pilot named Debbie.  She doesn't want to come out."
Henrietta told Jasmine.

   "Debbie.  Can you hear me Debbie?" Jasmine yelled louder.

   "I can hear you?" Debbie answered.

   "Debbie, if you hurt Jack or any of my friends, you will live to see
your titties diced into chili meat and served for supper at the house
tomorrow.  Think you'll enjoy a mastectomy with a hunting knife Debbie."
Jasmine yelled to her.

   Debbie tried to keep a stoic and determined look of command on her face.
I could tell that the imagery Jasmine had used had shaken her though.  It
was one thing to kill someone or something with a missile from more than
ten miles away as you zip along at more than twice the speed of sound.  It
was entirely different to go out into the dark on foot with an assault
rifle and face a professional killer.  Especially since she has just shot
the leg off your leader.  Even though Debbie hadn't liked the leader, she
was still shocked to hear his pitiful scream.

   Debbie still tried to look defiant.  I guess she thought she would be
the leader since Steve was out of commission.  Five of the other women
didn't think so.  They turned their weapons toward Debbie and the others.

   "Freeze Debbie, you, Andrea and Paula freeze.  I don't want to hurt you;
but I ain't getting killed because you think you'll be boss now that Steve
is all shot up.  I like my titties right here on my chest.  I ain't about
to let you get them cut off me for their supper tomorrow." One of the other
black women told her.

   "Me too.  If that woman scares Henrietta that's all I need to know.  You
know damned well that none of us were combat troops, except you and the
other pilots.  We just saw how much Steve's pilot training helped him in a
fight on the ground in the dark." The other black woman said.

   "Goddammit Henny, I'm tired of standing out here in the dark listening
to this dumb pussy whimpering about his missing leg.  You tell that Debbie
that she has about thirty more seconds of light in there and then were
killing the power and I sending in shock grenades and then tear gas."
Jasmine told her loudly.

   It turned out that all the non-pilot women had turned on the three
pilots.  Debbie and the other two pilots put their weapons down.

   "Henny.  Henny, it's me Angel.  We got Debbie, Andrea and Paula to put
their weapons down.  What do you want us to do now?  We don't want any
trouble.  Ask her what she wants Henny.  We'll do it.  Ask her not to hurt
us." Angel told Henrietta.

   Henrietta asked Jasmine what next.  Jasmine walked up near the door and
told Angel to give me, Helen, Aimee and Gloria an M16 and then for all of
them to put theirs down.  It didn't take long after that.  Angel had us
pick up a weapon and then she and all the others put theirs down.  I
signaled Jasmine and she and Sharon came in, Henny came back in with her.

   Jasmine came over to me and gave me a kiss first thing and then Sharon
did.  Henny looked startled.

   "Jasmine what're you doing with a man of your own?" Henrietta asked her.

   "Well he isn't mine alone.  He has eighteen women so far.  We got one
with a broken leg that will probably be his after she heals.  I figure most
if not all of you will be claiming a share soon." Jasmine said.

   "What are you thinking, you know I don't want a man." Henrietta told
her.

   "And who do you think you're talking to.  How bad do you think I wanted
one?  The truth is Henny that we'd never even seen a man before.  I bet you
this ring that he gave me that one dose of his dick will show you that you
just thought you were a lez.  That's a real God Damned man there Henny and
he can prove it.  Besides he don't mind if you still want some pussy.  He
even likes to watch sometime." Jasmine told Henrietta while waving her ring
around.

   "I've never heard you talk like that Jasmine." Henrietta said, looking a
little unsure of herself.

   "That's because I'd never been fucked like he can fuck." Jasmine
promised her.

   Henrietta didn't say anything more; she just looked puzzled.  Debbie
spoke right up denying she wanted anything to do with me and so did one of
the other pilots.  None of the others said anything.  I knew that if the
trick worked on them that all the pilots would be wearing one of my rings
soon.  As a matter of fact I didn't see how I could let any of these women
get away.  They all knew how to do things we needed done.  They knew about
arming; fixing and taking care of aircraft, combat aircraft.  We would need
those skills.  They also knew how to take care of themselves, a little at
least.  They weren't as knowledgeable as Jasmine; but they were more so
than most of my other women, and I needed that knowledge to take care of my
little band.  I had to have it.  I would let Brenda, Helen, Aimee and
Gloria tell me if any of them weren't necessary.  I figured they all were
though and I didn't see any way out of it.

   We went out to check on Steve and he was dead.  I drug him off behind a
building.  Gloria tried to reach the house on the radio and got Janet. 
Brenda was already headed our way in the civilian helicopter with all three
doctors and both nurses.  Gloria told her to take them back and just come
back empty tomorrow since we might as well stay here tonight.

   We went back inside and were trying to decide what to do for sleeping
arrangements.  Henny told us that they slept in officer's quarters usually
unless they were bunched up in here for safety.  I decided to just ask for
volunteers that might want to take a ride on me.  All the mechanics were
for it.  Henrietta said that she just had to try me out on Jasmine's
recommendation.  The other two black women decided they might as well try
me too.  Henrietta laughed and said I was letting my eyes overload my other
equipment.  She shut up when Helen told her that I had fucked all eighteen
of them the other night and some more than once.  This got the last
non-pilot of the group interested.  I could tell that two of the pilots
were wondering also.  Debbie just looked disgusted with the whole thing. 
We headed for the officer's quarters.

   Henrietta led the way and I wished I'd had a flashlight this time.  I
wanted to keep a close watch on her ass.  It did come back into the light
when we entered the building though, and it was fantastic.  Some of the
others showed Sharon, Jasmine, Aimee, Helen and Gloria where they could
sleep.  Henny grabbed my arm and led me to her room.

   When she shut the door behind us I took her in my arms and tried to kiss
her.  She pushed me away.

   "I don't want you thinking I want your dick.  I don't.  Jasmine has just
got me so curious that I have to try it.  I intend to try you out and see
what she's been braggin about." She told me matter of factly.

   I could tell she was doing this little dance to see if she could come
out on top.  She was starting up like it was a schoolyard fight between two
twelve year olds.  I was wondering if she were going to tell me that her
daddy could whip mine.  I decided to play for a while.

   "I'll tell you what she was bragging about.  She was bragging about the
fuck I gave her that made her pass out for twenty minutes.  She was
bragging because I fucked her so good she passed out, and when she woke up
she was in love." I boasted.

   "Well you can flap yo lips about it all you want to; but I don't believe
it." Henny said.

   "You don't have to believe it Henny.  I'm not from Missouri but I am
gonna show you.  I'm going to fuck you so long and so good you're going to
pass out, and you'll be in love too when you wake up." I told her.

   I could tell now that this dirty talking squabbling was turning
Henrietta on just a little.  I decided to keep it up as long as she did.

   "Damn that.  I don't want no fucking from you.  Go and see if you can
get one of the others." She told me.

   "I won't.  You led me in here to your bedroom and now I'm going to fuck
you.  I'm not some high school boy you can tease and then send off home
with a hardon.  I'm going to fuck you now whether you want it or not." I
said.

   I could see at once that I might not have judged Henrietta correctly. 
She still looked turned on but her eyes did flash with anger when I told
her she was getting fucked whether she wanted it or not.

   "Wait just a god damned minute white boy.  I'll cut your rapin throat if
you try that.  I still got my knife on me and I know what to do with it."
She said and meant it.

   "Just go ahead and cut me Henny.  You gonna tell Jasmine that God did
it. What are you going to tell Jasmine if I holler for her?  You want your
titties in our chili tomorrow?  You think you can hold Jasmine off with
that knife?" I asked Henny.

   Her eyes dropped for a second and I could see the defiance leave them.
She knew more about Jasmine than I did and I could see that while she
probably wasn't afraid of me, she surely was afraid of Jasmine.  She took
her hand off her knife, which she had never actually drawn.

   "What are you crying and moaning about.  I'm fixin to give you the
biggest cum of your life and you're just standing around dragging your
heels." I said.

   "Ain't no man ever made me cum, specially not no whitey motherfucker."
Henny spit out.

   "Well bitch, you gonna cum this evening." I told her.

   I took her in my arms again and she didn't resist this time.  She parted
her lips when she felt my tongue pressing against them but she didn't
respond any other way at first.  I slid my hands down her body and took
hold of that outstanding ass.  I squeezed and fondled her cheeks and then
pulled her groin toward me.

   I humped my hard dick against her abdomen and just kept kissing.  She
was kissing back now and I knew she was as good as tricked.  Henny didn't
hate men.  She couldn't hate me and kiss back like that.  I decided that
she had just been disappointed with what men had given her so far.  From
the way she'd talked to Jasmine I thought she'd probably given up on men
early and found that the women she was with were just better lovers.

   I slid one hand between us and rubbed the back of it against her mons.
She pressed it to me and tried to cock her hips, trying to get my hand
against her pussy.  I turned my hand around and reached lower to cup her
pussy.  It was warm and humid between her legs.  The way she was hunching
and squirming let me know I had a good fuck coming up.

   I'd never shot when I turned a woman; but I knew I would have to blow a
load in Henny's pussy first, before I turned her.  I hadn't had any pussy
since yesterday and I wouldn't be able to hold out long enough on the long
steady strokes without a cum of my own first.  Oh well, the things I had to
do to secure our future.

   I took my hand off Henrietta's pussy and took hold of the coverall's
zipper up near her throat.  I pulled it and heard the sound I loved.  I
pulled it down all the way and as I got to the bottom I could feel her
crinkly pubes against the back of my hand.  I released the tab and cupped
her naked pussy this time.  It was getting wet already.  I slipped a finger
between her slick lips and she was wetter inside.  It was hot up in her
pussy also.  When the finger was good and wet I rubbed it across her
clitoris a few times and I felt her knees go weak.

   I put my arms back around her to help hold her up.  I didn't think she
had cum yet but she had been close.

   "Let's go white boy.  I thought you was gonna fuck me." Henny
complained.

   "I don't rush things like this Henrietta.  You are going to be my first
piece of black pussy and I'm going to take my time and enjoy you." I told
her.

   "But I want some dick now." She demanded.

   "I tell you the same thing a truck driver would tell the company he was
bringing the freight to if he was gonna be late.  If you want it bad today,
you'll want it even worse tomorrow.  I might just play with you and tease
you until tomorrow.  I've still got a lot of things to play with on you
Henny.  I haven't even nibbled your nipples yet." I explained.

   Henrietta shivered in my arms when I said this.  She pulled to me harder
and humped her hips to rub her mound against me.

   "I haven't even kissed your beautiful butt yet." I said and she shivered
some more.

   "Why I haven't even had my tongue in your asshole yet Henny." I told
her.

   Henrietta broke our kiss and stepped back from me.  She kicked her
tennis shoes off and then shucked her coverall.

   "Well get naked and get to work then whitey.  You wanted this pussy so
come on and get it." She ordered me.

   I just admired her body as it was revealed to me.  Bountiful was the
word that came to me to describe her.  She was firmly muscled and it showed
plainly but it was beautiful.  Her large breasts were capped with even
darker areolae and nipples.  The nipples were about the size of marbles. 
He ebony skin appeared to have goose bumps all over it and her small black
bush just pointed out the way to her pussy.  I could now see wetness
gleaming just at the top of the inside of her generous thighs.

   I took my time kicking off my cowboy boots and shucking my T-shirt and
jeans.

   "My god Jack, you murdering bastard.  You done killed some poor black
boy, stolt his dick and dyed it white!" Henrietta exclaimed.

   I didn't say a word.  I just stepped up to her and drew her close for
some more kissing and rubbing.  I held her to me and pressed my now naked
flesh to hers.  My dick was straight up between us and I could just feel
her pubes pressing against the base of it.  Her big titties were pressing
their nipples against the hair on my chest as I ran my tongue as far down
her throat as it would reach.  I let my hands enjoy their first exploration
of her naked ass cheeks.  Her arms were around my neck and pulling me
closer to her as we kissed.

   I broke our kiss and slapped Henrietta on one of her glorious ass
cheeks. It was firm and the slap sounded loudly.

   "Get your ass in that bed Henny.  I'm going to give you your first real
fuck." I bragged.

   She couldn't wait to comply.  She was on the bed and on her back with
her legs spread at once.

   "Henny I think you're making me sick." I said.

   "What you mean sick?" She asked with a look of concern on her face.

   "I can feel the jungle fever taking me now." I said and stroked my dick
a time or two.

   She grinned at my racial joke.  She spread her pussy lips wide with a
finger of each hand.

   "We's all pink on the inside massah." She giggled.

   I fell between her legs and had my mouth on her gash in seconds.  I
started by pushing my tongue as far up her pussy as I could get it.  Then I
just licked everything I could reach.

   Henrietta was wriggling and squirming allover now and soon her hips were
thrusting toward my face as her hands came down to guide my by my hair.  I
let her show me where she wanted the licking to go on.

   "God you do that good.  Did Jasmine teach you to lick pussy?" She asked
me.

   "Jasmine didn't have time to do anything but to lay back and take dick
while I had it up her pussy.  I did all the teaching when were together." I
bragged.

   I shrugged off her guidance and put my puckered lips around her clitty.
I sucked it and then rubbed my tongue rapidly across it.  That was all for
Henny.

   "Oh God.  Ohh Goddd dammittt!  That's it, you're doing it now, that's it
Jackkkkkk!" She roared.

   She clenched up and just trembled through her orgasm.  I wet a finger in
her pussy and put it up her ass to help her along as I just kept licking
her clit.  When she finally was through cumming she just sank back limply
onto her bed.

   I pushed her unresisting legs further apart and got to my knees between
them.  I lowered myself and put my dickhead between her black wet pussylips
and against her inner pinkness.  I pulled it up and down in her wet
entrance just to get it good and slick.  I put it in and pressed a little.
She was tight and hot, very tight and very hot.  I pulled back a little and
pressed again getting nearly half my dick inside this time.

   "That thing feels like a pole going in.  You're good though cause it
ain't hurtin.  It just feels good and big, real good and real big." She
said, as she still lay limp.

   "Just relax and take you're fucking like a good girl.  You can help out
a little later if you get your strength back.  Just remember we're still on
the warm up.  The real fucking won't even start until I get a nut and start
over." I told Henny.

   "What ever you say is fine with me now.  That was one of the best cums
I've ever had.  I think I already know what Jasmine sees in you." She said.

   "I hate to argue with you Henny but you don't even know the tip of it.
I'll let you know when you're really mine for good." I told her.

   I had worked my dick all the way up her pussy now.  It was hot tight and
wet all the way up.  I just started pumping for a cum.  If Henny could get
one too I didn't mind but I was doing this fuck for me.  I did make sure to
give her clit a little mash with my pubic bone every time I hit bottom; but
that was my only concession to her pleasure.  I made a feast of her tasty
black nipples and titties.  I licked and sucked on them in turn.  I finally
just let all my weight on her and used my hands to play with them too.  I
liked watching my white hands squeeze her dark titties, and pinch, pull and
twist her big black nipples.

   It started getting real good to me soon and I noticed that Henny was
somewhat revived.  She was pushing her pussy up for more now as I pumped
her.  Then she wrapped her beautiful strong legs around my waist and
started really pulling me to her as I slammed it up in her pussy.

   "That's it Jack.  Fuck me baby.  Oh; you motherfucker you.  That's it,
jab it up my black pussy.  Aghh!  Aghh!  That's it now, that's good.  Stick
me with that white dick baby.  Pump it up me.  Aghhhhh!" Henny growled.

   I'll be damned if she didn't beat me to the finish.  I thought I'd
gotten a head start but she got off first.

   "Oh god Jack; you're gonna shoot a baby up in me.  I ain't on the pill
or nothing.  I ain't been letting Steve fuck me none so I wasn't worried
about it.  It's about the right time too.  Oh Gawwwdddddd!!"

   That did it for me.  I just pumped what seemed like a quart of cream in
Henny's clutching pussy.  I just kept on pounding to whip it to a lather
too.  It felt good and even when I was through shooting it in her I just
kept pumping because it still felt good.  My dick didn't even go down and I
just kept fucking her.

   Henny went limp again and her legs fell from around me.  She asked if my
dick didn't ever go down and I told her it was just staying hard in honor
of our new baby.  She gathered the strength to hug me with her arms then
and kiss me.  I laid my head on her neck and found the hollow of her throat
with my lips and sucked a big hickey on her.

   "You marking me white boy?  You gonna tell everybody that you fucked my
black ass ain't you?" Henny teased me.

   "Every mother fucker that will listen.  What did you expect?  I'm gonna
brag to them all and strut around like cock of the walk." I told her.

   "Tell anyone you want to.  If you get any better at fucking I'm gonna be
going around bragging that you fucked me even when I told you not to." She
laughed.

   "You going to tell me not to anymore." I asked as I gave her a couple of
hard thrust.

   "That ain't very likely.  You showed me that a good fucking by a man is
the real stuff; when it's a real man.  Jasmine was right." Henny said.

   "You haven't even had a good fucking yet.  That one was just to take the
edge off me so I could concentrate on giving you a good one." I told her.

   "Well get to fucking then.  You keep telling me about the good one I'm
going to get later.  If it's any better than the one you just gave me I'm
ready for it." She said.

   I pulled out of her and rolled her over onto her stomach.  I told her
I'd give it to her in a few minutes but that I just had to lick her ass a
little first.  She just squealed and wiggled at that.

   I started kissing and licking her big buns and down in her crack.  I had
to spread her cheeks with my hands to get my tongue onto her asshole and
she screamed when I did it.  I rose up and slapped her solid ass cheeks a
couple of times and asked her if she was going to be a good girl from now
on.  She promised she would.  I put my mouth back to her ass and bit her
cheeks a time or two, leaving bruises from the bite marks.  This just set
her on fire and she bucked and moaned.

   I pulled her hips up and placed myself in her entrance.  I was able to
slide it all the way up her pussy this time and she groaned like I was
killing her.

   "Oh god here comes that big dick again.  God, I already love that thing.
Fuck me some more baby.  Just fuck the shit outa my black ass." Henny
whimpered.

   I just started the long strokes, bumping her cervix every time I hit
bottom.  She just moaned and whimpered and pushed back to me.  I kept
stroking but leaned over her back and got a hand on each of her titties.  I
squeezed them pretty hard and then took hold of her nipples with my thumb
and fingers and twisted and pulled them.  I could feel that her time was
approaching.  I put my lips to the back of her neck for a good sucking kiss
and then I gave her a little bite too.  She just screamed and I saw her try
to reach for her own clit with her hand.  I stopped her.

   "No you don't, Henny.  I'm running this fuck.  I'll let you come when I
get ready.  Just put your hands on the bed and brace yourself.  It won't be
long now." I ordered.

   It was only about another minute of whimpering from her and I thought it
was time.  I really hated for it to be over since I had loved looking down
at my white dick pumping in and out of her black pussy lips, I had more
fish to fry though so I had to get this finished.  I pushed my dickhead
into her cervix and just started the little back and forth jacking in it. I
bracketed her clitty with two fingers and started to vibrate it.  I kept it
up for two minutes and felt her going limp.  Surprisingly I felt close
myself and as her pussy spasmed while she was fainting I pumped another
load directly into her womb.  I didn't think it would hurt anything, she
finally just left for dreamland.

   When she collapsed, I just collapsed onto her back.  I didn't pass out
though.  I was spent however and it was nearly five minutes before I had
the strength to stretch her out on the bed and pull a sheet up over us.  I
held her and cuddled as she was out.  She came back to me about twenty
minutes later and I knew at once that it had worked again.  Her love for me
was shining in her eyes.

   I kissed her and cuddled her and told her she was mine now.  I fondled
her beautiful black ass some more and sucked on her chocolate nipples as
she played in my hair with her hands and promised that she would always be
mine and would do what I told her to.

   I told her I had to go and tucked her in for the night.  She said she'd
be here if I needed some more pussy.  She said she'd always be anywhere I
wanted her.

   I'd spent a lot of time with Henrietta but I had enjoyed every second. I
had six more to enjoy though and I got with it.  I couldn't take as long
with them as I had with Henny but I didn't really need to.  I had cum twice
already and I was ready for hard use now.

   The others were fun too though.  Juanita let it slip that Steve had only
been fucking two of the pilots.  Debbie wouldn't give him any and the other
two didn't really like him but they knew somebody had to give him some
pussy and they just took care of him for the others.

   She said that none of them were on the pill except Andrea and Paula, the
pilots that Steve had been fucking.  I figured I would get a chance at
least to get some more babies going.  Just thinking of that got me to cum
in two more wombs; once, as I was finishing up my trick on Juanita and
later on Angel.  I felt like a proud papa whether I'd started any kids or
not.

   After I finished all of Steve's women that wanted me that night I
slipped in with Jasmine and Sharon who were sleeping in the same room.  I
celebrated their rescue of me with a really sound fuck for each of them. 
Well I did enjoy them myself, just a little.

   I woke at seven am the next morning and strangely I felt great and
horny. I tried to forget about that.  Brenda landed about seven thirty am.
She handed me a little bag with ten diamond rings in it, ten big diamonds.
I put them in my pocket.  We all had MREs for breakfast.  I knew they were
the best field rations the army had ever come up with but they still
weren't good.  They beat starving.  That was all I could say in their
defense.

   I had seven new women now.  I gave all of them a good kissing and
groping even though they weren't in the proper good morning uniform.  As I
finished with each new woman I reached into my pocket and drew out a ring
for her.  The smallest one was three and a half carats.  I can tell you
that it didn't hurt their feelings one bit.

   I didn't have any doubts except about how I was going to keep up.  I
knew for sure I had to turn four more women.  They were all pilots and I
was going to turn them with or without their consent.  If it didn't work on
them I was going to kill them.  It was as simple as that.  I wasn't going
to risk having pilots around that knew where we were and weren't
cooperative.  I might relent if Brenda told me that she had a sound handle
on the air defense system she had found.  I might not kill them then.  I
would still hold them though.

   We asked Henny about the F15 situation.  She said there were twenty-two
here that were ready to go.  They were in great shape.  They could be armed
in about an hour each.  The only one that had been armed was Steve's and it
had a flat tire now.  She said they could fix that in an hour and a half
maybe.  I asked her to start arming the F15s, the best first.  She wanted
to know what I wanted on them and I told her to ask Brenda.  Brenda talked
it over with Henny and then Henny said they would get on it.

   Brenda and Helen both could fly F15s though neither considered herself a
real combat ready pilot in one.  The three of Steve's women that were
pilots were combat ready F15 pilots.  They were the only three that hadn't
been turned last night.  I figured we could just ferry the F15s two at a
time until we could do better.  I called the house on the radio and got
Janet and asked her to tell Frank that we would probably have to wait until
tomorrow to go shopping for the desks and chairs.

   Gloria took Jasmine and Sharon and the three pilots I hadn't turned back
to the house.  I told Jasmine to treat them cordially but to put them each
in one of the guest rooms.  Gloria would just refuel and wait to bring
Brenda and Helen here after they got the first two F15s to our place.  I
walked around just looking for a while.

   I went to where Henny and her crew were working on an F15.  I asked her
how much ordinance was here for the F15s.  She said thousands of items.  I
asked her how the army usually moved it and she pointed to a large cargo
aircraft.  I ask her how much runway was needed to land one fully loaded.
She didn't know but thought it was eight or nine thousand feet.

   When Brenda got here I asked her about whether the giant cargo plane
could land on our strip and she said she didn't think so.  There were some
smaller cargo planes here that could though.  I thought about it.  It was
only about sixty miles by air to our place.  It was about ninety-five by
truck.  I decided that we would be better off in the long run just
gathering trailers and loading the stuff onto them.  We would have storage
for it all then.  It would be better than loading it all onto the smaller
cargo planes and then unloading them again at our end; besides the fact
that we wouldn't have adequate storage near the airstrip for the material.

   Gloria had already left with Jasmine, Sharon and the prisoners.  The
first two F15s were ready in another thirty minutes and Brenda and Helen
left with them.  They were back in a little over an hour and a half and two
more F15s were ready.  They lit them up and left again.  It was a little
over two hours before they were back again.  Two more were ready and they
left and made one more trip back.  After they left I got Henny and the rest
into the civilian helicopter, which Henny finally informed me, was a
Sikorsky S76+.  Gloria took us home.

   We had gone from no fighters to eight in thirty-six hours.  We had
possession of six pilots that could fly them.  Four of those claimed to be
combat ready pilots.  They also weren't loyal to me yet.  I felt sure that
two would go willingly to their fate.  I felt equally sure that the other
two would have to be dragged kicking and screaming.  I figured if worse
came to worst I could turn the two that I thought could be cooperative,
kill the two that weren't and let the two I turned train Helen, Brenda and
maybe Gloria.  I could salvage my ethics that way.  Then I started
wondering if it was more ethical to kill the two pilots or rape them and
let them live.  Then I worried that if I raped them and the trick didn't
work I would have to kill them after all.  This was getting me tangled up
in my own head.  I decided to just forget it for a while.  I knew if it
came down to it though our safety would outweigh my ethics.

   When we got home I found that Johnny had vacated his downstairs bedroom.
He and his girls had moved upstairs so I could keep all my women near me,
he told me later.  I felt bad for a while and then I realized it was
probably for the best.  It was still going to be crowded and even worse
when the other four pilots were turned.  We would have to work something
out.  I kept turning it over in my head and finally I had a thought.

   I rounded up Mike and just told him the problem.  He looked at all the
bedrooms.  He then gave me his best solution.  He said I should move into
the pilot's bedroom since I probably would need to be alone sometimes.  The
pilot's bedroom could never be easily connected to the other downstairs
bedrooms since there was a bathroom between it and the next room.  Its
other wall was common with the den.  The end two bedrooms on that side had
just a wall and some closet space between them.  He could take that out and
make the two bedrooms into one large one with closets and bathrooms on the
end walls.  They were there already.  The closet space he would be taking
out wasn't that much anyway.

   I asked Mike if taking out the walls wouldn't weaken the structure of
the house.  He said the whole house was built with more and stronger
trusses than he had ever seen or even heard of.  He assured me that we
could take out every partition on the bottom floor and not even influence
the structural strength of the house.  He said our only real constraints
were the plumbing lines in the slab.  He explained that we could do away
with a plumbing fixture if we wanted to we just couldn't move anything very
far if it had a drain.  I thought we could live with that.

   The bedrooms on the back of the house would be even easier.  All their
bathrooms and closets were on the back wall of the house.  They were
between the pool and the bedrooms.  The walls between these bedrooms were
just simple partitions and could be removed to make it one big room.  He
estimated that with the walls gone we could put six big beds in place of
the three that now occupied the space and he said we could put four beds in
place of the two on the other side of the hall.  He said if we took out the
hall partitions and just left the pilot's bedroom that was to become mine,
and one other bedroom that would take all the rest of the space we might
get another four or five beds in there.  In other words, if I turned it
into just my bedroom and a big barracks type room I could sleep as many as
seventy women near me.  He felt that there would still be plenty of free
floor space and closet space.  He said that I would end up with room for
from fifty to seventy women with them sleeping five to each giant bed.  He
laughed at me then but he knew it was probably possible.

   My mind was on overload now.  Fifty women.  Seventy women.  Shit.  Just
because I had room for them didn't mean I needed them.  Where was I going
to find more of the big beds?  I hadn't thought of that.  I went looking
for Brenda.  I asked her, she laughed at me and then told me we could pick
them up anytime.  She knew where the warehouse was.  Grimes had bypassed
the retail dealer and had used a government procurement agent to obtain the
beds.  She said that they would even have plenty of bedding to match what
we already had.  Grimes had made sure they would keep plenty before he used
them in the first place.  I didn't know if that was a good thing or not.

   I decided not to do a thing until I asked every one of my women
separately what they thought of it.  I just tracked them down one by one
after I ate supper.  I even asked the seven new ones.  Each and every one
of them thought it was a grand idea.  I found Mike and asked him how long
it would take for him to convert the two bedrooms to one.  He said he could
probably get it done tomorrow.  He might need Johnny and a few of his women
to help remove the wrecked out materials.  I asked him to see if he could
get it done tomorrow and he said he would.

   I took a night off tonight.  I slept by myself; but I made sure all my
women got a good night kiss.  I found out that the seven new ones had all
been down to visit their three incarcerated mates and tell them what life
here was going to be like.  Henny told me, when I was kissing her
goodnight, that she was sure two of them would sue for dick tomorrow.  The
seven women I'd turned from Steve's band had to sleep upstairs tonight.  It
couldn't be helped.  I was tired and I knew we had a lot of shit to get
done tomorrow.

   I slept until eight am.  I went out for coffee and Nancy was there with
it, and my breakfast ready.  I gave her a proper good morning.  She ate
with me and teased me a little about going off and coming back with more
women for myself.  I teased her a little and told her she would probably
have her tongue on them before I got my dick in them again.  She didn't
argue.  Jasmine and Henny came out together for coffee and breakfast next.
I gave them a proper good morning and really enjoyed myself with Henny's
jutting ass.  It felt wonderful.  I told Henny I wanted her to check out
our airstrip and see what kind of use she could make out of the hangar as
far as maintenance went.  She said she would.

   I asked her if she could make it difficult for anyone else to take any
of the planes from Sheppard.  She told me unless they had a good jet
mechanic there was no chance unless they took it off on a truck.  She said
you didn't have to remove a very big part from a jet engine to keep it from
even starting up.  She also told me she'd made sure that none of the planes
at Sheppard could be flown off without a good mechanic spending some time
with it.  She said that even Steve had been smart enough to think of that.

   Brenda intended to spend most of her time today studying the information
we'd found on the computer.  Aimee was going to escort Beverly on her trip
to fetch the chairs.  Brenda had told Beverly how to find the warehouse
with the beds and bedding and Beverly had promised to bring back at least
four full setups after fetching the chairs and desks.  Mike and Johnny and
all their women came in to eat next and when they'd finished Mike gathered
his tools and then they took off to tend to the animals.  Mike said he
would start on the remodeling as soon as the bedrooms were vacant.

   I felt a little better about things now.  It seemed that things were
getting done without me having to watch over them.  Soon Frank and Bob and
their women ate and loaded into the large sleeper of Beverly's truck.  She
headed out and Aimee got airborne to watch over them.  I'd meant to ask
Frank about connecting my system and setting it up in my study but I forgot
it.  Maybe I could remember when he got back.  I just went in and read over
Brenda's shoulder for a while.  Shelly and Sarah came into my study later
and wanted their morning feel up.  I was happy to supply it.

   Shelly asked if it was all right for she and Sarah to get Henny and go
visit the new women.  They said they wanted to do a little procuring for
me. I told them nothing would make me happier except a blowjob and I didn't
have time for one now.  They left to find Henny and I saw them pass back by
in about thirty minutes leading her to the guest quarters.

   Shelly, Sarah, Henny, Andrea and Paula came to my study door in about an
hour.  Shelly crooked her finger at me and told me that Andrea and Paula
wanted a test drive.  Shelly told me that she, Sarah and Henny were going
to go warm them up and that I should come to see them in about thirty
minutes.  I decided to see if I could find the video feeds that Nancy had
told me about.  They were just a few clicks away on the guest quarters
monitors.  I found my bedroom and they were all five piled up in bed naked
and licking each other everywhere.  My dick was hard in seconds.  I watched
until it was time to go to them.

   Andrea was first.  I walked into the bedroom and Shelly and Sarah got
her in the doggie stance.  Henny helped me off with my clothes and gave my
dick a few licks for good luck.  I got up behind Andrea's beautiful ass and
slid into her.  It took about fifteen minutes of stroking and then Shelly
was vibrating the moaning woman's clitty.  She switched off in just a few
more seconds.  Shelly and Sarah made her comfortable and started
positioning Paula for her turn.  Paula had seen Andrea's response to my
dicking and she could hardly wait.  She was wagging her beautiful ass at me
in seconds.  Her pussy was dripping when my dick entered it.  She went
about the same way.  Stick my dick up her; pump her pussy, wiggle her
clitty, goodnight.

   I waited for them to come back and hugged and kissed on them as they
awoke.  I petted them, told them how special they were to me and gave them
a big diamond ring.  I don't know how I could but I really did mean it.  I
did love them as soon as I saw that light in their eyes.  They were special
to me.  They all were.  That was nine down now and two to go, only Debbie
anytime soon though.  I didn't want to try to turn Melinda while her leg
was broken.  Not because I thought the fucking would hurt her.  I was just
afraid holding her down, like I was pretty sure we were going to have to,
would hurt her, and possibly re-injure her leg.

   We all dressed and went in for an early lunch.  We were finished eating
by eleven.  Brenda had even left the studying to eat with us.  Brenda said
she needed to take a break form all that reading.  Since we felt fine about
the two new pilots now, she thought we might as well get a few more planes
from Sheppard.  Helen fired up the Lear and took Henny and all her crew,
Andrea, Paula, Gloria and Brenda to Sheppard.  She said she was going to
check Gloria out on the Lear during the trip and that maybe they would go
back up and let her practice some touch and go landings while Henny and the
others were arming some planes.  I asked her if it would be possible to get
Roger started on it too and she said sure.  She thought she should have
thought of that herself.  They added Roger to their trip then.

   I asked Brenda and Henny if the F15s could just be armed for
self-defense for the trip to make it go faster.  Henny said she could
probably just load the cannons and put on a couple of air-to-air missiles
in about twenty minutes.  Brenda said she thought it would be safe enough
for the short trip.  We decided to try it.

   In two and a half hours the Lear was back followed by four F15s.  They
moved the F15s off the strip and left to return with four more in just over
an hour.  By nightfall we had all the F15s from Sheppard including Steve's
former plane with its new front tire.  We also had two of the small cargo
planes.

   Henny told me that they had decided that we could probably land the
larger cargo planes here if they weren't loaded.  I asked what use they
would be to us.  She said that we could use them for storage space if
nothing else.  She pointed out that it was probably better if we had them
than someone else.  I agreed but started wondering if we shouldn't see
about just moving to DFW.

   Mike did a good job on combining the two bedrooms.  When I went in I
couldn't really tell any difference except where the carpet had been mashed
down by the partition wall being on it.  Mike said he had never seen anyone
put down the carpet first and then build the partition on it like that.  He
said it worked out to our advantage but he just hadn't seen it done before.
I told him I was beginning to understand that most of the things in this
house hadn't been done before.  He agreed and told me that it was the most
structurally sound private residence he had ever seen and that it was
actually built much stronger than many commercial buildings.

   Mike pointed out that the exterior wall studding was of two by tens
instead of two by fours.  The studs were on twelve-inch centers instead of
sixteen-inch centers.  He also said that we didn't have brick veneer for
our outside walls; but that they were actually four course brick walls.  He
told me that was why all the windows seemed so deeply seated in the wall
from both inside and outside.  I barely understood the significance of what
he was telling me and he lost me completely when he started saying that the
door and window headers were laminated beams instead of just normal
dimension lumber construction.  I finally had to tell him that he'd lost me
and he just laughed and told me he didn't think a tornado could blow the
house down if it touched down on it.

   Beverly and her crew had come back from their shopping and had already
unloaded everything.  They recruited some help and soon had the big desk
and other furniture out of the second study and were assembling desk and
the new chairs.  They put the first of the Aeron's chairs that they
assembled into my study.  I tried it out and it was like sitting on air or
something.  I had never felt a chair that comfortable.  They had taken all
the chairs they could find, ninety-seven of them in fact.  I had a hard
time believing that I had just acquired over a hundred thousand dollars
worth of chairs.  I did like mine though.

   They had selected some high tech looking desk.  They were obviously
expensive but did look a little odd in the study that had formerly been
furnished with such comfortable opulence in mind.  The new desks were
smaller than I expected and they easily fit sixteen into the study.  It was
a little busy looking in there but not really cramped.  They were having a
hard time trying to figure out what to do about all the wires and cables. I
asked Mike to see if he had any ideas.  He said he would just pull the
carpet back at the seams and lay out the wiring under the carpet.  He
needed help to move the desks around as he pulled the different sections of
carpet back; but he said it would be simple other than that.

   I noticed that all the machines had conventional monitors.  I knew they
were taking up a lot of space and I asked Frank why they didn't just use
Flat Panels.  He said they were much too expensive and then he realized
what he'd said and laughed.  I told him to just plan on another shopping
trip tomorrow or the next day.

   Henny and her girls were back now also and they started putting up the
two new beds in the combined bedroom.  They were excited to be on the
ground floor now.  They decided that there was room for yet another bed in
the newly increased floor space and they put it up also.  They did take
about half an hour out to go visit Debbie in her gilded cage in the guest
quarters.  They even went in to check on Melinda and were able to get her
to talk a little.

   I had told Jasmine to arrange things so the weapons and ammunition down
there and the two tunnel exits were securely locked and then give Debbie
and Melinda the run of the rest of the guest quarters.  Melinda's cast
allowed her to get around on crutches.

   I was gaining confidence in our little operation here.  Brenda was sure
she could put the air defense into operation tomorrow.  We had twenty-two
battle-ready F15s.  Five of them were the F15 Ds which are two place so
they could serve as trainers.  They would be invaluable.  With just a
little more training I felt Brenda and Helen would be capable to fight the
F15s.

   Henny and Angel had never had any formal training to fly helicopters but
both had been crew chiefs on Hueys in the past and had a fair amount of
stick time.  Helen said she could have them ready to fight in a Cobra or a
Comanche in a month or two of spare time training.  She said they could
probably do a creditable job with the Sikorsky with three or four days
practice.  I told her to do her best to get them up to speed and to ask the
others if they wanted to learn.  I asked Helen if she minded trying to get
to the place where she was mostly the flight instructor.  She said that she
actually enjoyed it and would be happy to get to do more of it.  She also
told me that Roger had shown amazing ability to adapt to the Lear.

   After my supper I just sat in my new chair in my study and tried to get
a handle on what was happening.  I realized that I now had a miniature air
force.  Including fighter jets and attack helicopters.  All of Henny's crew
could handle big trucks from their military training.  I could muster a
small trucking firm to transport food and materials.  We were clearly able
to defend ourselves now and could deal with groups such as the gang with
impunity.

   I sought out Brenda and brought her to my study to get her input.  She
agreed that we now had a formidable force for defensive and offensive
action if we found it necessary.  I asked her if the new radar would be
able to give us a heads up on who else might be flying what.

   "The radar system is even more complex than those that the army used to
command Patriot Battalions.  We have seven radars scattered around the
property where the army would have relied on one in a mobile installation.
Our radar is set up to switch randomly to the different units for a few
seconds and collate the data it gathers giving an observer a combined view
of the area.  We should be able to detect anything flying in Texas and with
a little overlap onto the neighboring states." Brenda told me.

   "How can we check for others flying in the US Brenda.  We need to know
if there is someone gathering a larger air force somewhere.  We especially
need to locate other flying capable groups and determine whether or not
they are hostile." I told her.

   "I know Jack and I think I know a way to do it.  We need to get an E-2C
Hawkeye.  They are carrier-based planes.  I'm sure you've seen pictures of
the AWACs on TV, the big jets with the radar dome on top.  The Hawkeye is a
flying radar station also, similar to an AWACs.  It just isn't meant to do
the same job.  It can do much more than just provide radar coverage; but
that part of its capabilities are what we would be interested in now."
Brenda explained.

   "Well how would we get one off a carrier?  We'd have to find a carrier
first and then see if we could get aboard and fly one off wouldn't we?" I
asked daunted.

   "That probably wouldn't be as hard as it sounds to you Jack; but we
could probably find one at an airbase somewhere.  I think I remember that
all the carrier-based planes were flown to land based fields in the last
days of the military.  We probably just need to look around close to some
ports.  The Navy wasn't really too picky where it parked its carriers right
at the last." Brenda said.

   "The quickest and most efficient way to locate one is probably for
Andrea and Paula to take Helen and I in a couple of the F15Ds and start
just looking near the coast.  We can get some training while we are at it
that way.  With their extra fuel tanks the F15s can do about three thousand
miles round trip.  We can look over a lot of territory that way." She said.

   "You would go together wouldn't you?  I'd want you to stay together in
case you ran into anyone that was hostile." I said.

   "That will cut our searching in half but I think you are right.  We can
search everything interesting within our fifteen hundred mile radius in
just a few days anyway.  It will probably be better if we stay together for
protection." Brenda agreed.

   "How about tomorrow then, I like the thought of having a Hawkeye." I
told her.

   "Sounds fine to me Jack.  I'll tell the others." She said.

   "I have another idea for tomorrow also.  I want to take everyone that
doesn't have a full combat setup and plenty of fatigues down to Ft Hood and
get them rigged out.  Can Aimee and Gloria get us all down there" I asked.

   "Probably not with as much protection as you'd want.  We haven't been
bothered at any time that we went down there but that doesn't mean we won't
be.  If Roger could fly the Lear it would be simple but he isn't ready just
yet.  Why don't you let Gloria take nine in the Sikorsky and have Aimee
escort her in a Cobra?  They could gather up what they needed and load it
onto a Chinook.  Then they could take that group back and bring another one
to do the same thing." Brenda speculated.

   "I guess that is the best way.  Couldn't Roger take some down there in
his plane also?" I asked.

   "I'd forgotten about that.  He could bring himself and four more?"
Brenda said.

   "Let's get all the pilots in here and work it out then.  I'd feel better
if all of us had a proper outfit for armed combat, even if most of them
have no training.  I'm going to have to suggest to Jasmine that she start
giving small groups of them a few pointers also." I said.

   "She's ahead of you on that.  She has already started training some. 
Mostly just your women that haven't had much training so far." Brenda told
me.

   We gathered up all the pilots and set the agenda.  Henny and her group
would be the first to go.  Jasmine was going also and Mike.  That filled
the helicopter.  Roger would take his plane and all his women.  They would
all get what they needed and get it loaded into one of the Chinooks. 
Jasmine wanted to stay at Ft Hood while the relay was done.  She could ride
back in the Chinook when it was time for her to leave.  We had tomorrow
planned and were done with our meeting.

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