Message-ID: <48908asstr$1093000203@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Mail-Format-Warning: No previous line for continuation: Wed Aug 14 16:30:23 2002Return-Path: <cmsix@cmsix.com> X-Original-To: ckought69@hotmail.com Delivered-To: ckought69@hotmail.com X-pair-Authenticated: 64.217.181.165 X-Original-Message-ID: <007901c4866c$dc8bdcc0$6800a8c0@BOZONVIDIA> From: "cmsix" <cmsix@cmsix.com> X-Priority: 3 X-MSMail-Priority: Normal X-MimeOLE: Produced By Microsoft MimeOLE V6.00.2900.2180 X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Thu, 19 Aug 2004 23:17:58 -0500 Subject: {ASSM} NanoVirus - Chapter 25 - by cmsix (MF Mf mF ScFi mc inc mother son span oral anal ws) Lines: 863 Date: Fri, 20 Aug 2004 07:10:03 -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/Year2004/48908> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: IceAltar, dennyw <1st attachment, "NanoVirus025.txt" begin> Author: cmsix Title: NanoVirus Part: 025 Universe: Nanoverse Summary: Earth is being purged by the aliens that created life there. Keywords: NanoVirus Language: English and North East Texan This story appears by permission of http://storiesonline.net where it first appeared. If you aren't able to legally view or read stories of a sexual nature in your location, please leave. codes(MF Mf mF ScFi mc inc mother son span oral anal ws) copyright cmsix@cmsix.com comments to cmsix@cmsix.com are desired and will be appreciated ---------------------------- Chapter 25 I stepped back into the bedroom portion of the ground floor and went looking for Aimee. I had lust in my heart and a boner in my pants. Gloria, who slept with Aimee, Helen, Brenda and lately Jan, was the only one of them still in bed. She grinned at me as I came to sit on the bed beside her. I leaned over to give her a kiss, finding that she slept nude I pushed the sheet back to play with her titties. Her large nipples still fascinated me. "Do you know where Aimee is?" I asked her as I twisted a nipple. "She went up with the Hawkeye. They were going to get an early morning peek at the goings on around Phoenix." Gloria told me. That took care of that little distraction for a while. I decided to just lie down and suck Gloria's nipples and see if I couldn't think of something to do this morning. I figured Nancy would come looking for me in a minute. I intended to drag her into bed with Gloria and me as soon as she got into range. The prearranged signal that called all pilots to duty went off just then and Gloria pulled her nipple from my lips, saying she was sorry but that she had to go. Well shit. I hoped it was just a drill and actually assumed it was, since there was nothing too serious going on at the moment. The only thing that we had flying now was a Hawkeye and a couple of F15s to watch it. I adjusted my hardon in my pants and headed for the control center. When I got there things seemed a little tense. Kelly, Brenda, Clair and Seven were glued to the radar display. I just watched, not disturbing them for a minute or two. Finally I had to ask. "What's up?" "We nearly got caught with our pants down Jack. Apparently the people at Phoenix have been paying more attention to us than we thought. I think they jumped the gun though." Seven told me. "What did they do?" "They nearly let the Hawkeye get close enough to have a good chance at forcing or shooting it down. They didn't have anything in the air; but when the Hawkeye got about a hundred miles from here toward them they put up five F16s at once. They all turned to an intercept course with the Hawkeye and it looks like they hit the burners." Brenda explained. "We have F15s up protecting the Hawkeye don't we?" "Yes; but we only have two. We can make them leave the Hawkeye alone but we might take a hit with the F15s. It depends on whether they want to make a fight of it. The Hawkeye is already headed back here. We're scrambling ten more F15s in about three minutes." Seven told me. "Hold them. Have the other two stay with the Hawkeye. Just have it fly straight over us toward DFW." I commanded her. "What do you want to do?" Seven asked, she could tell I had something on my mind from my tone. "Find the frequency the F16s are on and get the Patriots ready to lock on to them. I doubt they will have a chance to seriously threaten the Hawkeye before they are in range of the Patriots. They sure as hell won't be expecting them. What do you think they will do when they find out we have a missile lock on all of them." I asked. "It will wake them up for sure." Seven grinned. "As soon as they discover that, send up the F15s as fast as you can and we will invite the F16s to land." I told her. "I have their frequency now." Clair said. "Fix it so I can talk to them when it's time." I told her. "What about our F15s, are they ready to go?" I asked Seven. She talked to Henny on the intercom. Henny told her that all they needed now was the signal. She said they could all be up within two minutes. "Let them think they're doing some good before we show our cards. I want them well within range; but I don't want to shoot at them unless they shoot first." I made myself plain. We were listening to them now. There seemed to be a male pilot and four female pilots. We didn't know if they had EWOs or not. It would be much more dangerous if they did. F16s could carry some long-range air-to-air stuff. The Hawkeye was about to cross over us and it would just continue on. The F16s were on the burner and coming fast. I could hear the gloating in the male pilot's voice as he gave directions to threaten and force the Hawkeye down, telling his pilots not to fire on it unless the F15s made a threatening move. He was in for a shock. He didn't mention any thoughts about any other defenses we might have. The Hawkeye was fifty miles past us when the F16s entered the PAC3 missile's fifteen-kilometer range. I signaled Brenda to light them up and told Seven to let our F15s go. I heard the F15s' engines roar as Brenda was flicking switches on the Patriot's console. In ten seconds I heard the women in the F16s all try to transmit at once. One finally came in the clear and reported that she had multiple missile locks on her and then the others said the same thing in turn. The male acknowledged that he had the same. There was a lull. "F16 pilots from the Phoenix area. We have monitored you and your actions seem hostile. Drop out of supersonic flight and lower your landing gear or we will launch." I spoke up on their frequency. "You have fifteen seconds." I continued. "Bullshit. Don't listen to him." The male ordered. "Fuck that, ten F15s just got up right under us and Shirley says those are Patriots that have a lock on us. The other two F15s have turned back toward us too." A female said. "They're bluffing. Keep for the Hawkeye." The male commanded. Four of the F16s cut their speed but one still roared toward the Hawkeye. I'd let him get too close already and signaled Brenda to launch on him. She sent a single PAC3 and it got him in about eight to ten seconds. Brenda said he had been trying to lock onto the Hawkeye right before it hit him. Helen called in and said she had a parachute in sight. I told Seven to send a couple of Cobras and the Sikorsky with a doctor and a nurse. I turned my attention to the other F16s. "Phoenix aircraft. Land at the strip you see near you and exit your aircraft peacefully. We are sending a rescue chopper for your downed pilot." I told them. Two of them acknowledged my transmission. I gave them about fifteen seconds. "Please acknowledge or I will be forced to launch again." I told them. All four of them acknowledged this time. Brenda told me that they were circling the airstrip and one was already on final. Jasmine had come from the airstrip by this time. I asked her if she had some armed people there and she said there were twenty. She, Seven and I headed that way. All the F16s were on the ground by the time we got there. All our F15s were still up keeping a watch. Brenda had already turned the Hawkeye back around before we left the command center. I nearly decided to just put up about ten more F15s and head for Phoenix but convinced myself that would be stupid. We now had at least eight captives and we would soon have a much better idea of what waited for us in Phoenix. I asked Jasmine to send the four pilots and four EWOs to the cafeteria for breakfast in case they hadn't eaten. I told her to give them a couple of rooms in the guest quarters after they were fed. "I apologize for the cramped quarters we will have to offer you; but we are growing a little too fast for our amenities at the moment." I told them. "Why did you force us down and what are you going to do with us." One of them asked. "I forced you down because you were obviously intending to capture of destroy my aircraft. I am going to debrief you after you've eaten. What happens to you after that is still pending." I told her. "We don't have to answer your questions. According to the Geneva..." She tried to say but I broke in. "There are no Geneva conventions now. I doubt there is even anyone in Geneva. In the first place you are not in the military or you would surely be dead. That means you are a civilian and must be a spy or a terrorist. In either case, all you can expect for your silence is death. Is that what you want? I can convene a firing squad almost at once." I told her. She was shaken by that, hell I would have been. She didn't say anything. "Why don't you just go have some breakfast and a couple of cups of coffee? It will give you a chance to reflect on your position here." I told her. She didn't have anything else to say strangely. One of the others spoke up though. "What about James? Did he make it?" "We don't know yet. We have three helicopters looking for him. I'll let you know as soon as there is any news." I said as I headed back for the command center. Jasmine detailed a couple of armed guards apiece for them and then she accompanied Seven and me to the center. When we got there Brenda told me that the male pilot was dead when they found him. Broke his neck somehow. I hated it but he did it himself. Somehow pilots, male ones at least, seemed to think they were invincible. The Hawkeye was happily steaming back toward Arizona. I told them to just keep all the F15s up for escort duty. They said that the first two were getting low on fuel. I asked if they could get a tanker up. They said they were waiting to see what I wanted to do and that they would have them refueled in twenty minutes. Seven wanted to know when we were going to talk to the captured women. I told her that I wanted them to stew for a couple of hours at least. We decided to wait until after lunch. Brenda broke in and said that the Hawkeye reported that the planes had probably not come from Phoenix. They had recently discovered radar activity coming from Davis-Monthan AFB and that calls to the F16s seemed to be coming from there also. She told me that there didn't seem to be any more planes lifting off right now. I doubted if there would be. Even if they had plenty of planes and pilots, I didn't think they would try anything else without a little time for talking it over. They had lost five planes and nine people with their little stunt. They probably didn't have a very good idea of what even happened to them. It was nearly eight hundred miles from here to there and I doubt that they would have been able to hear the radio traffic between their planes and us. I knew that they couldn't hear our part of it. I was pretty sure they were just in the dark. I had to wonder what kind of leadership they had. I also wondered what they hoped to gain. Did they think we would just let them have the Hawkeye? Maybe they were taking a chance that they would have an overwhelming force. Bad fucking news for them then. I guessed they were going to get a better idea of what they were up against now. The Hawkeye and its newly strengthened escort would be showing up on their radar soon. I was hoping it would give them pause before sending out another raid on us. I knew I was going to have to do something about them now though. Unless this was all of them and I doubted it, I couldn't let them sit out there and gain strength. I didn't see any real alternative to absorbing them. Depending on their strength, I was going to corral them either tomorrow or wait until I had acquired more of my assets, and absorb them later. Seven already had things set up to start calling our people in tomorrow. We would have to visit a small safe house northwest of McKinney to gather the people that would broadcast our messages. I just hoped they were still alive and doing well. The Hawkeye reported in again and said that the Davis-Monthan site had gone quiet. I'm sure they decided that discretion was the better part of valor for a time at least. I asked Brenda how we were fixed for keeping an eye on the place. She told me that there were no extra crewmen on the Hawkeye to keep it up after these were tired. She said we would also need to change the escort in a few hours and that we didn't really have enough F15 pilots to keep that large an escort up 24 / 7. I asked Brenda and Seven to see if they could work out the size and planning for a rotating force that could watch them full time for a few days. They said we could do it, but we probably couldn't keep more than four F15s up with it. I told them to set it up, but that I would question the captured women before we did anything. My feeling was that the group around Phoenix was just a small one that probably wouldn't cause us much trouble. Small groups could grow though. Small groups with the kind of assets they seemed to be sitting on could grow into large deadly groups. I had a facility in the Phoenix area and the small group could get to be troublesome if it discovered my facility there and moved against it. They had to be dealt with I headed back toward the cafeteria for some lunch. When I got there George and Mike were just sitting down too. I sat with them. "Jack, I don't want to butt into things that might not be my concern, but I have something I want to mention to you." Mike said. "Mike I always want to hear whatever you have on your mind." I told him. "George and I have talked it over, and the way we seem to be getting more and more people, we think we need to do something about it." Mike said. When he didn't elaborate I kept quiet for a few seconds. I didn't have any idea what he had on his mind and I was sifting through mine wondering what this was about. "We think that we need to gather some more cattle before it goes wild or starves to death. We have a lot of well-fenced acreage here and plenty of feed. We even have a facility for slaughtering the livestock, and we are going through a lot of beef right now. There must be a lot of livestock that need care around. Even if we just gathered it up and slaughtered it we would be ahead." Mike told me. "I hadn't even thought of that Mike. I'm sure you're right. We will be growing constantly from now on. What would be the best way to secure some of the cattle?" I asked. "The easiest way to locate it would be with a helicopter. If one of the pilots had time to just take me up to look around it would be a good start. I'd try to find cattle that was still doing pretty well and that would be in good fences where we could gather it easily. If I had fairly regular use of a helicopter I could just leave some of the stock where it was and check on it every day or two. It should still be a month or two before we need to feed them. We mainly need to make sure they have water and minerals." Mike explained. I'll have a helicopter and a couple of pilots assigned to you for as long as you can make use of them Mike. I need to ask you something too. When I went to Nebraska I saw a lot of corn in the fields. Do you think we could salvage anything useful by trying to harvest it?" I asked. "I'm sure we could. If nothing else we could use it for cattle feed. There is a lot of feed here already; but more wouldn't hurt us." He said. "I also thought about trying to get some of the stored grain that is around the country in grain elevators. Do you think we could have any success with that?" "Probably, I've never tried to get anything out of one but I'm sure that it isn't too hard. Grain is put in them to be taken out." He said. "I'll get you the helicopter so you can find more cattle and then we'll see about the corn and stored grain. The helicopter will be assigned to you for whatever you would like to do with it. If you think of something else that might help feed us or protect us don't bother to ask for permission. Use the helicopter as you see fit and don't hesitate to ask for anything else you feel you need. I won't be overworking you will I?" I asked. "Gathering and feeding a few thousand head of cattle couldn't be nearly as hard as trying to keep up with making space for your harem." He said laughing. George joined him at my expense then. I didn't mind. Mike had done a hell of a job on anything I'd asked him to do before. He and George had that examination table set up in my bedroom and it looked like it was put there when the house was built. All the partitions were gone from the other five bedrooms now and there were currently seventeen of the big beds spaced around in the freed up area, and the place didn't seem crowded at all. I finished eating, said my goodbyes to Mike and George and headed back to the command center. When I got there I told Brenda, Clair, Seven and Jasmine of Mike's suggestion. Jasmine said that she would get him two pilots for a Little Bird. That way he would have a pilot available at all times. I asked her to make sure it was fitted with long-range tanks, in case Mike wanted to search for other things. Jasmine said in that case she would assign two helicopters and four pilots for his use. That way if he wanted to roam very far he would have better protection. She was also going to ask Henny to keep an A10 ready to get up quickly in case Mike needed extra support in a hurry. The Little Birds were armed and I'd been told that they could give a good account of themselves; but they were mostly for observation and recon. I guessed that they could observe cows as well as enemy. The additional assets for Mike's protection were something I wouldn't have thought of; but I was glad that Jasmine had. I had come to depend on Mike and his idea about salvaging cattle and other things that were just left unattended was a valuable one. All was still quiet out toward Arizona. All but four of the F15s had been recalled and the other Hawkeye was ready to take up the chore later this afternoon. It would have four pilots and four crewmen. That way they could rotate and stay rested. The tanker could keep them and the F15s refueled. The F15s would rotate back to base about every six to eight hours though. Seven and I left for the guest quarters. She wanted to just go ahead and turn the women right off the bat. I didn't want to start in on that yet. I was going to hold them but that was as far as I was willing to go right now. If we didn't get the information we wanted out of them I might even give them the drug we'd used on Melinda. I wasn't up to raping them to turn them yet. I hadn't even thought about Melinda in days. She had gotten all our attention with her attack on the Cobra. It had turned out to be a lot of worry about nothing much, and Melinda seemed harmless now. Hell if I wasn't mistaken she was sleeping in my quarters with Debbie, Andrea and Paula now. I wondered if she expected a little attention from me sooner or later. If I caught her shambling around on her crutches in a T-shirt some morning I was going to give her a proper inspection and see what happened. She was a sexy little thing after all and I didn't want her to feel left out. Who was I trying to fool? I didn't even have time to jack off lately, much less sneak a girl on crutches off to try and fuck her. Maybe things would settle down later. Seven and I separated the captives when we got there. Putting each one in a different room. I wasn't going to let them get back together as long as I thought they had information I needed. It would mean some people would have to vacate the guest quarters; but it would just have to be done. I wasn't going to give them time to get any lies straight after I started questioning them. Gail was the one that had tried to spout off about the Geneva conventions. She'd changed her tune remarkably. Having to go from thoughts of name, rank and serial number to the stark possibility of a firing squad must have been inhibiting. She was also sobered when we told her that the male pilot hadn't made it. She spilled her guts from the get go. They were indeed in residence at Davis-Monthan. There were about fifty people in the group. Ten were men and the rest women. Approximately thirty had been former airmen and the rest were civilians. Some had worked on the base. Twelve had been pilots and eight had been former EWOs. There were three male and four female pilots left at Davis-Monthan. They had some minimal ground defenses but had relied mostly on the air cover for their safety. They hadn't really ever needed any defense. No one had bothered them. I was amazed again at what they must have been thinking. They had been safe and unmolested and had just decided to go flying around trying to force down or shoot down aircraft that weren't threatening. The mission for the Hawkeye had been James' idea. Most of the others hadn't thought it was worthwhile. Gail really didn't seem to know how it had come to be. They didn't really have a formal leader and mostly just talked things over before doing anything. James had been really forceful about wanting to get the Hawkeye and they had finally just gone along with him. The civilians hadn't even had any idea what it was used for. Gail seemed to think that it was just her bad luck for finally agreeing to go with James and the others. I didn't mention that it was all their bad luck. I knew now that I might as well just go ahead and absorb them for their own safety as well as for my safety and my needs. All they could accomplish with their committee style of leadership was more of what they'd gotten this morning. They'd let one hothead talk them into risking valuable and scarce resources, not to mention nine lives, for nothing. They didn't even have any people that knew how to use the Hawkeye effectively. They could fly it of course; but I'd already found out that making sense of the data a Hawkeye could gather wasn't for a beginner. It seemed that they had been like a cat watching a moving piece of twine. Finally their curiosity had gotten the better of them and they had to pounce on it. Curiosity had gotten the better of James at least, and he had goaded the rest of them into going with him. They hadn't had any inkling that there was such a large group here. They certainly didn't even consider running into surface to air missiles. She finally said that they probably agreed to do it for want of anything else constructive to be doing. They had plenty of food and, they thought, plenty of protection. "What do you think the rest of your group will do if confronted by twenty Cobras and a hundred ground troops, with ten or fifteen F15s for air cover." I asked her. "I believe they will surrender unless they think you intend to harm them after they do. They will be suspicious though, especially since James is dead." She told me. "James was trying to get a lock on the Hawkeye when the Patriot took him out. What was I supposed to do, just let him shoot it down?" I asked "It was the only thing you could do; but that won't make it any easier for the others to swallow." She said. "I guess I don't understand at all. When I'm attacked I will defend myself. Did you think that the missiles were fakes?" I wanted to know. "James was a hell of a pilot. He was actually from the Navy. He had probably heard that lock warning a thousand times in practice. I guess he just couldn't believe that it was real." She told me. "It's just a damned shame. I need Navy pilots. I'm going to get a carrier going." I told her. She looked at me like I was crazy. She pointed out that carriers had crews of thousands. "I know they do; but I don't have thousands. I have hundreds though and I doubt anyone else has anything close. I won't need the carrier for a year or so. I will have time to train enough people to get it going after a fashion. I won't need to launch and recover planes as fast as they had to when there were several armies and navies over the world." I explained. "Why would you even want one at all? Do you intend to take over the world?" She asked. "Eventually." I told her. I left her thinking about that. Seven and I went to talk to the next one. They were all cooperative and since their stories were pretty nearly the same we decided we didn't need to drug them. We got the details of where the other group was staying and about their defenses. They were meager. They routinely had only two or three on watch after dark. I was undecided as to what my next move was. I felt we needed to deal with them promptly; but I thought a hundred ground troops would be stretching us thin. I could have many more at my disposal after two or three days but I was afraid to wait. I called Seven, Brenda, Clair and Jasmine into my study to talk it over. I gave them the information that Seven and I had gathered. Jasmine said we didn't need a hundred ground troops. She pointed out that they didn't really have any trained ground troops and no helicopters besides. She was for giving them the same treatment we had given the little bunker in Waco. Seven said that she thought that would work with a little beefing up. She wanted some F15s to show up to make sure they didn't get anything off the ground. She agreed with Jasmine that we didn't need a hundred ground troops. She thought fifty would be plenty. Brenda agreed with her. Seven finally summed it up saying that we should send ten Cobras and three Chinooks to take the troops. They should leave soon so they could be in position to strike at dawn tomorrow. She thought we should let six F15s make a supersonic pass over the base at about two thousand feet to wake them up at dawn, and let the Cobras surround their sleeping quarters like they had the little bunker. Then we would set down the Chinooks and get down and dirty if we had to. They all raised hell when I told them that I was going and would talk to the leader. They raised so much hell that I let them talk me out of it. I impressed upon them that I didn't want any bloodshed if it could be avoided. I asked them to phrase it as an invitation to join us if they could get by with it. They agreed and then dispersed to get things organized. I'm sure I was in the way for the rest of the night. I fretted and worried. I barely got any sleep. The choppers left before dark. The F15s left before dawn the next morning. I didn't hear shit until eight forty-five. --------------------------------------------------------------------------- ---- We got our nose bloodied but not too bad. Two of the male pilots had holed up in a little equipment shack. My people could have taken them out with grenades but hesitated to kill them. The pilots just held my troops off in the little shack, sneaking a shot out every now and again. Finally they made contact and wounded one of the male team members in the thigh. Pissed now, Jasmine directed a Cobra to put a 20mm burst into the shack. The one that lived came out bleeding severely. If we hadn't let Karen, Beverly and Jana go on the trip he would have died in ten minutes. As it was he would be laid up three to four weeks. Luckily he hadn't taken any really solid hits. Karen thought it was probably just metal ripped from the shack as the rounds went through. The dead one had taken a 20mm right in the chest. He didn't have a chest anymore when Karen got to him. They were all rounded up and notified that they would be joining us after that. The remaining male pilot wanted to know what right we had to take them prisoners. Jasmine was still a little angry about our wounded team member and about having to kill and wound the two idiots. She reminded him that they had attacked us first and asked if he would rather be a prisoner or a corpse. What do you think he decided on? I really didn't understand the thinking of some people. What in the hell did they expect? That idiot James trying to take out a Hawkeye while twelve F15s and several surface to air missiles were on his ass. The fools in the equipment shack, there'd been twelve Cobras and fifty armed ground troops against two of them. What in the fuck did they think was going to happen. I made up my mind to ask the wounded one what in the hell he was thinking if he lived. One of the smaller facilities was in the Phoenix area and I sent six of the Cobras and those flying them to stay there. I'd instructed them to keep a watch over the air base and make sure it didn't gather another set of residents. I also sent twenty-four of the ground troops to stay at Phoenix. We would need the beds at Ft Worth anyway. I cautioned them to check on the supplies as soon as they got there and to have the local team order anything they needed. Twelve of the remaining troops that had come as ground forces swore that they could get an F16 off the ground and safely back down. Henny and two of her crew had gone on the raid incase something needed fixing along the way. They armed twelve of the F16s and checked them out. The twelve to fly them stayed the night at the air base and everybody coming back to Ft Worth found a ride. The prisoners were spread out in two of the three Chinooks. Those coming home arrived about six forty-five pm. Then the hassles started. I had all the new people brought into the living room and there were a few armed team members standing around to make sure that we kept control. The new 'recruits' commenced bitching at once about their captivity. I noticed after a few minutes that it was mostly the captured men that were giving me the shit. Of these it was the remaining male pilot that was the loudest. I had them taken to the guest quarters and continued with the talk. Removing the men got me mostly silence from the women. I quickly decided that they were probably scared. "I haven't sent the men out to be executed. They were monopolizing the conversation and mainly repeating themselves. I want to hear all your complaints, not just theirs." I told the group. "I'd like to take up where they left off then. What right did you have capturing us and bringing us here." A brunet, who said her name was Sue, asked me. "What right did you have sending five fighters to capture our reconnaissance aircraft?" I asked in return. "We have a perfect right to defend ourselves." She said. "You had no need to defend yourselves from a Hawkeye. It wasn't even armed. It was barely a hundred miles from here and fully six hundred miles from your base. You made a calculated offensive move against it. We gave your pilots every chance to land safely after they crossed directly over us." I told them. "You shot James down and it killed him." She persisted. "James ignored our warnings and was trying to get a lock on the Hawkeye as the missile hit him. I'm sorry he was killed but I don't see what else I could have done. Life isn't some big fucking game now where you can attack people and not expect them to shoot back. If you attack someone you had better make sure that you can succeed." I went on. "Well it's plain that you made sure of that. You surrounded us with overwhelming force and captured all of us except poor Darrin whom you killed while wounding Franklin." She accused. "Poor Darrin and poor Franklin weren't smart enough to look out and see that they had no hope of success, they kept firing and wounded one of my people. Poor Darin was too stupid to live. Would any of the rest of you like to take an M16 out and tackle twelve Cobras and fifty troops?" I asked but got no takers. "Now I think you can see what became of poor Darrin, the same thing that happened to poor James, they puffed out there chest and bearded the lion. The lion didn't like it." I said. "And I guess you think you're the lion." Sue spit out sarcastically. "If I'm not you'd better hope you never get this close to the real one." I told her with a little menacing tone myself. This put another lull in the conversation. I could see that I wasn't getting any closer to knowing what most of the people thought. "Well I guess you've convinced me that none of you want to join our group. In the morning I'll have the Chinooks take you back to Davis-Monthan and I'll give you two days to prepare for our next attack. We won't be taking prisoners at that time, so I'd advise you to do a better job on your defenses during your two days." I told them all. "Seven, please take all these people down to the guest quarters. They all want to go back to their old home. After they're settled you should probably call up another couple hundred ground troops. We will probably have to dig some of them out in a few days." I told her. Just like in the TV commercial, I could have heard a pin drop, for a few seconds. Some of the others found their voices then. "She doesn't speak for all of us, she's just one of the loudest. I don't want to go back with them." A redhead spoke up. This opened the floodgates and most of the rest began to speak at once. I settled them down and ask everyone that wanted to return with Sue to go and stand by her. One other woman stayed with her for about ten seconds, then she looked in Sue's eyes and joined all the others. "I guess we can cancel the Chinooks then. Even if all the men want to go back we can take them in a Sikorsky. Please take the others out and find them temporary places to sleep. I think I'll talk to Sue a while longer. We will need to interview all of them separately tomorrow though." I told Seven. Seven left with the others. I waved Sue over to sit on a couch and asked her if she'd like something to drink, waving at the wet bar in the corner. She declined so I sat near, but not very near her, on the couch. "What is your main objection to staying with us Sue?" I asked. "I know things have changed now and I can see that my former companions aren't willing to fight for their freedom. I know that I can't fight you alone and know now that I'll just have to remain your captive. That doesn't mean I'm going to enjoy being held here as one of your concubines." She said. I laughed at her. I couldn't help it. She had no way of knowing how ridiculous she sounded to me. She was an attractive woman; but considering what I already had on my plate, she wasn't anything special. I did feel bad about laughing in her face. There was nothing I could do about it though, except laugh. She gave me a really hateful look. I didn't blame her and finally I managed to quit laughing. "I wasn't trying to make you angry and I guess that was a reasonable assumption on your part. I can guarantee that you have nothing of the sort to fear from me, or any male here, along those lines. No woman here is asked to pay her way with sex. That is my primary rule. I can also tell you that except for leaving you are perfectly welcome to do anything you like here. There is no forced service here at all. If you want to help, we'll be glad to have you. If you want to sit out by the pool all day working on your tan you are free to. Swimwear optional." I told her grinning a little at the last. "Then why all this? We did you attack us?" She asked. "You all seem to forget that you attacked me. You can thank your leader James for your troubles. I have a lot of people to take care of here. I give them shelter and protection and I make sure they have food and clothing and I try to get them anything else they ask for. I can't let assholes like you or James or anyone else just come over and shoot at them. They give me their loyalty and I give them protection and care. I don't let anyone mistreat them. Shooting at them while they are flying a mission for me counts as mistreatment." I said. "How did you know we were attacking the Hawkeye? We could easily have been exploring. We have a right to fly anywhere we want to." Sue persisted. "In the first place you don't have any rights that you can't defend. There is no United States anymore. You have to furnish your own protection. Surely you've noticed that a lot of people have died recently. Secondly we knew when your fighters got above five hundred feet. We purposely turned around to avoid a confrontation and your fighters came straight for the Hawkeye, thinking they had an easy target. Hell we heard them discussing it on their radios. You can forget trying to play innocent with me. James was hot to finally shoot something and he got what he deserved. If he'd landed and been content to be a pilot here I could have soon furnished him with someone to shoot at." I told Sue. I could tell that she didn't believe me and I was tired of trying to convince her. Unless she was stupid, and I doubted it, she would soon realize that she was in a hell of a lot better position now than she had been out in Arizona. "Sue that's all I can think of to convince you that your are safe here. I'm not going to let you leave for a while because you are a skilled pilot, or claim to be, and I just won't take that risk. When I have my forces somewhat consolidated I will probably let you go if you want to leave. In the meantime try to find a way to occupy your time while you're here. If you are approached by a male demanding sex for your safety, please let any of the security personnel know at once. He will be taken care of." I told her and waved her to the door. Seven came back a few minutes later. I asked her to have the two-woman teams try to indoctrinate the men we had taken. I didn't want her to have the women force the men though, even though she had told me that men were more easily raped than I had probably been led to believe. I couldn't conceive of any man resisting the temptation of the women that were trained for the job myself. "I've already got three of them turned, and believe me it didn't take any force on the girl's part. The men were separated into the guest rooms and the girls approached them dressed as nurses, checking them to make sure they weren't injured." Seven told me giggling. It sobered me a little and I had another attack of conscience. I was taking their conscious will from them. Seven noticed my frown. "Jack, do we have to go over this again. They get the trick or they get dead. If we gave them a choice what do you think they'd choose?" Seven asked. "Maybe we should give them a choice." I said. "We did Jack, we didn't bother them until they attacked us. That was their choice. We might have absorbed them later in a more civilized manner but they didn't give us the chance. They brought their fate on themselves. They didn't see all the ramifications; but people almost never get to see the ramifications before the deed is done. They took their shot Jack, and ended up here. I think they are lucky to be alive." She finished. I guessed that she was right. If I'd been captured in any of our little skirmishes, and I had been for a while once, I didn't see myself getting such generous treatment. Hell listening to Steve all night had been an evil form of torture itself. Shit this had all made me tired. Seven and I left the study and headed for the cafeteria. Susan cheered me up with plenty of good food and a little teasing. Nancy came by to sit with me and I guess she could tell that I was tired because she didn't tease me much. She wanted to badly though. "Well Jack it's getting a little crowded around here again. I don't even know how many we have staying her tonight but I can tell bed space must be tight. The remaining four of the gang's X women have moved into, Jack's pussy dorm, tonight." She announced gleefully. "Ain't I lucky!" I exclaimed and tried to make it sound like I was happy about it. Nancy laughed and told me that she had warned the women that I considered any female in there fair game for slap and tickle. She laughed again when she reported that they had said they would take their chances. This little by play let more air out of my balloon. I had seen the women she was talking about lounging around the pool. In a world full of beautiful women they were some of the finest. I couldn't even find time to get any off Nancy, much less dip my wick in some new stuff. Hell, Crystal and Samantha were still waiting for a dicking and I hadn't even had time to fuck Genine, Kelly's counterpart, who had just returned with the rest of her team. I had fully intended nailing her the first time I saw her. I'd nearly ruined my appetite by feeling sorry for myself. "Cheer up Long Dick, you'll get time to get a little pussy before long, maybe." She tried not to laugh but couldn't help herself. It is just depressing when you have more willing women than you even have a good count on, and you are too tired and nervous to fuck any of them. I wondered for a moment if Karen could give me something to settle me down enough to get some pussy. I was too embarrassed to ask her. This damn leadership gig wasn't all that it was cracked up to be. We hadn't even had time to seek out the broadcasters today. I intended to get them tomorrow no matter what came up. I hopped that getting some organizational people would take some of the load off me. I knew it probably wouldn't. It seemed now that more organization brought more decisions. Fuckit, I went to bed. ---------------------------- To be continued copyright cmsix@cmsix.com comments to cmsix@cmsix.com are desired and will be appreciated ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ This post has been reformatted by ASSTR's Smart Text Enhancement Processor (STEP) system due to inadequate formatting. ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ <1st attachment end> ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ Notice: This post has been modified from its original format. 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