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Subject: {ASSM} After The Collapse             Chapter The Fourth
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Date: Sat, 08 Oct 2011 21:10:03 -0400
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M /f, slow, ped, rom, cons
Author: RandomDude

   Warning!  The following story was written for adults on an adult topic.
It contains descriptions of sexual scenes between an under age female and
an adult male.  If you are too young to read this material in your location
or if this type material disturbs you, please read no further and leave
now. All others read on and enjoy this fantasy.  Yes I said fantasy.  It is
not real and never happened.  It is wholly derived from the dark part of my
mind where nothing is real and everything can happen.  Do not try this at
home.



   After The Collapse

   Chapter The Fourth



   It was not going to be easy, that's for sure.  Jim and I had
   been at it most of the day.  Margie had finished picking up the things
that Mo had asked me for.  Jim was a lucky man.  I'm not saying I didn't
appreciate Mo, I certainly DO appreciate the things that she does for me.
I'm just saying that Jim found himself a real good woman.  Just what the
ol' fart needed.

   I was deep in thought, trying to come up with an innovative plan or idea
to further the needs for law and order as it pertained to the problems
facing our fair State.  Jim nudged me, breaking my train of thought. 
Looking up at him, he showed me the time on his pocket-watch.  3 pm.  If I
didn't get my ass in gear, I'd be getting home late at night.  Traveling by
night has never been a good idea, well-armed or not.  I thanked Jim for his
help and suggestions.  He told me that I'd better get my butt home, before
"Little Mo" came looking for me.  I heartily agreed.

   Before I left, I asked Jim to send someone to check on the
"Indentured Servant" that had been so cruelly whipped by the southern
County official.  The battering he received worried me.  It's not that our
state of the "Medical Arts" has dropped back to the 18th century, as it had
seemed to do with almost everything, else.  No, by no means were we lacking
in that area.  The Expertise of our physicians was better than just good.
Even by the standards of that dead Nation our medical people were some of
the best.  Technology-wise, we were on a par with the old Republic.  You
may ask just how this can be?  Few, if any, of the heavy industries
survived the Collapse.  The so-called "Green" innovations did, however.

   There were few, if any, of the automobiles to travel the roads.  Oh
sure, some of your more afffluent and well-connected still operated
their cars on gasoline.  Hell, I still had the old Wagoneer!  So power,
electrical power.  was mostly by solar-cell and, because we had a nice
swiftly flowing quasi-river through town.  we had set up a
mill-cum-waterwheel-powerhouse.  Most folks in town made do with solar
panels, while the City and County Administration used most of the power
from our turbine.  It wasn't a real equitable arrangement, but it worked
and got folks by until our civilization caught up.  Until then, anyone with
a running "car" could still buy fuel for it, althoiugh that fuel was
hellishly expensive.  Other things had survived.  Radio for one, although
it was spotty, at best.  Another had been railroad tracks and the
infrastructure, but little or no diesel to run the big locomotives.  Some
of the "old-timers" had taken a steam locomotive out of a nearby railroad
museum, refurbished it, as best they could and were getting it ready to
start a small rail service.  The only "real" fossil fuel that any State had
in abundance was Natural Gas.  Our State had a huge underground storage of
the stuff, billions and billions of cubic yards.  The State sold it and
delivered it via Natural-Gas or propane-converted trucks.  If you had a
"tank" (I did), you could get gas.  Most of my appliances were "dual fuel".
I could use electricity from my solar panels and wind generator and
micro-hydro or the gas.  So we may have been getting by with the "horse and
buggy", but we were far better off than out ancestors

   ..  But I digress

   .  I asked that the whipped man be checked-up on.  I don't like seeing
folks used and abused in such a way.  He struck me as having been a
powerfully-built man, so one must wonder how he came to be shackled with
the rest of that unfortunate lot.  I had started out of town when I spied
some of the boys I'd ridden with as a sworn Deputy.  They ambled over and
asked if I minded their company for "a spell".  I've always liked these
fellows, they shot straight-arrow with a man, honest as the day is long and
good hands if it came to a fight.  I felt much more at ease with these boys
riding along with me.

   We made "small-talk" for awhile, each in his own turn asking after
either Wilma or Heide, Joseph or Gustav wanting to know when the next
"batch" will be coming in, how're things at the farm, any one looking
suspicious.......  I pulled up short.  I looked at the man who had asked.
We called him "Red" because of the shock of bright orange hair sticking
nearly straight up from his head.  I asked him what he meant by that.  One
of the other boys, Dale, cuffed him with the brim of his hat and blurted
out, "Ya shitferbrains!, Jim don' tol' us not ta say anythin!!" I sat in
the seat of the buckboard and asked the boys to level with me.  "What's
goin' on fellas?" I asked Dale, looking more sheepish by the second finally
drawled out the raison d'etre.

   "Ya see here, Mr.  John, ol' Jim, thass Mistuh Bridguh, ya know, ast us
boys ta trail yas an' makes fer dadgum sure ya makes it home ternight."
"Seein' as how yur th' new State Marshal, allus figgered we'd trail ya and
sees ya home.  Cain't niver tell whut kinda lowdown, snivelin, shitbug ya
kin come across in theshere parts, bein' close ter nightime and all. 
YaknowhatImean?" I knew full well what he meant and was damned glad to have
them.  I also made damned sure they knew it, too.  I told them it was a 3
hour trip-each way.  I offered to let them stay in the barn or they could
camp under the stars, with a full belly of Wilma's cooking and a pony keg
of my best brew.  They hemmed and hawed and begged-off, saying that they
were headed for a smaller "line-shack" to commence their rounds through the
county at first light.  They did, however accept the offer of a good,
home-cooked meal AND the pony keg.  They may have been the
"salt-of-the-earth", but they were no dummies, either.

   They asked what the Governor had planned for me, asking if I was
going to leave and move to the Capitol.  I had told them that I thought
it best, for now anyway, to stay here and put something together.  I
figured the further from the Capitol I am and it's accompanying
"politicians" and other distractions, the better.  I had been cudgeling my
brain trying to figurre out how the relatively small numbers of sworn men
were going to bring order and justice back to the 'hinterlands" so folks
could feel safe on their farms and on the biways.  The State had no "real"
army.  It had a standing militia force of, maybe 3,000 men, spread across
the State.  It would take too long, cost too much, move too slow and
accomplish, in the long-run, very little to activate it.  That and the
command structure was unwieldy, at best.  If a commander didn't like the
Orders he got, he simply disobeyed and did whatever HE thought was best for
his troop.

   I had been thinking on this "out-loud" for sometime, when Red asked a
question.  "Mistuh John, err Mistuh Marshall, shitfire, whutinhell do I
calls you ennyhow?" I laughed, along with the rest of the boys and told Red
that "Mr.  John" was just fine.  He grinned back, flashing a devilish smile
that probably broke a few hearts, I'm sure.  He spoke up again and
continued his question.  "it 'pears ta me that whutall y'all needs is a,
whatchacallit, rapid-reeackshun force.  Ya know, like them ol' Texican
Ranjuhs my momma usedta tell me about.  She 'us from Texas, ya know." Like
a bolt out of the blue!!  Rangers!!  Of course!!  Sworn to the State and
under no miltia officer, but the State Marshal.  I was stunned!!  I think
Red and a few of the boys saw my face and wondered if I was alright.  I
came to my senses rather quickly and told them that that was what I needed.
THAT was the answer!!

   We arrived shortly after that and I asked Wilma and Heide to make sure
all were fed and fed well.  Wilma, Heide, Joseph and Gustav wanted to know
what was going on.  I opened my jacket to reveal my star.  Joseph just
beamed!!  Wilma rung her hands like an old woman and Heide, Gods love her!,
started to marshal chairs around the table and making sure the boys dusted
themselves off, washed their hands and assisted in getting ready for the
table.  Wilma had always made more than enough to feed any army and she did
herself proud, this day.  Always a believer in "left-overs" she had
damned-all little "left-over" that night, and what she had, went with the
boys and my blessings, to boot!!

   Little Mo ran up to me and grabbed me, hugging her little body close
to mine, telling me how much she missed me.  I brushed her cheek with my
lips and told her we'd have a nice long talk later tonight, but we needed
to get the boys taken care of first.  After all, I told her, they had
ridden with me to make sure I got home safe.  Mo just looked at me for a
fast half-second and then she was a whirlwind, making sure the boys had
enough to drink, are you sure you don't want another roll, of course
there's more gravy, how do you like the
roast-Wilma-cooked-it-up-specia-just-for-you,
have-some-more-mashed-potatoes-there's-more-where-that-came-from.  A
perfect hostess!!

   In no time flat, all of Wilma's hard work had slid down several
gullets (including mine!) and was to be heard rumbling in everone's
stomach.  Once supper was done the boys volunteered to help Wilma clean-up.
After all, they said, she cooked it, the least they could do was help to
clean-up.  Wilma tried to decline, but the boys were having none of it. 
One of them, Dale, rolled up his sleeves and started washing dishes, Red,
started in on the pots and pans, Bill, the farrier's son, was drying and
stacking while the other two boys, Miles and Rodney were putting things
away and straightening up the room.  In just a little while they had the
kitchen and dining room looking shipshape and "Bristol-fashion".  I asked
Gustav for 2 pony kegs of our finest for the boys to enjoy themselves with.
Much as I hated to, I had to get everyone headed towards where they were
going to sleep tonight as the boys had at least another hour in the saddle
and and I needed to spend time with Mo.

   The boys had gotten their horses saddled and were about to leave when
Gustav walked out.  of the brewery with 2 pony-sized kegs of the
"Splithead Dark".  The whistles and whoops form the boys told me that
Gustav had chosen aright.  The old brewmaster was at his best when he was
surroinded by an appreciative group of beer-drinkers.  I know the feeling
well.  I had to promise the boys that, if I should form a "Rangers" group,
they'd want to be the first to "jine-up".  I gave them my word, but only if
the Governor approved.  It was up to him, not me.  I saw the lads off and
could hear their laughing and easy-joking long after they disappeared into
the night.  I missed them and those easier times, I thought, already.

   Little Mo, dear that she was, had run a hot bath for me and before I
went up, I brought the purchases in that Jim's Margie had so
thoughtfully taken care of for me.  Little Mo was so pleased!!  I had to
explain to her that I wasn't the one that could take the credit.  I
explained, as best I could, about the days' events.  She listened intently,
nodding every now and then and asking a pointed question or two.  Damned!!
I couldn't believe how intelligent she was!!  Smart as a whip!!  But still
and all, just a little girl.

   I stripped to the buff and eased down into the still-hot water. Glancing
up at Mo, I gave a wink and a smile, hopefully reminding her of the last
time we were here.  She gave a little smirk and I saw a small sparkle in
her eyes.  Yep!!  She remembered.  Just then she gave a little chuckle.  I
said that at least I wasn't doubled-over with you beating me on the back.
Mo just grinned an evil grin and slid down into the tub, too/ Facing me,
she again straddled my torso and began laving my shoulders and back.  Man,
that water felt good!!  Little Mo really went at it.  I knew I was dusty
and dirty from the trail and the day but, I wasn't THAT dirty!!  She
scrubbed and washed and washed and scrubbed until I thought she was going
to take the hide off of me!  I grabbed her little arms and pushed her back
to see her face.  The poor little mite had been crying, silently, with big
tears rolling down her face and her botton lip trembling as hard as ever,
trying not to let one peep out.  I folded her in my arms and asked what was
so wrong or so bad that she couldn't tell me, just to bear her pain in
silence.  What had I done, sweetling?

   Dear, sweet child!  She thought that I would have to sell everything and
move to the Capitol.  And that meant I'd have to sell her, too.  Or that
I'd be killed by some stranger looking to "settle a score".  Little Mo's
active imagination had conjured up all manner of different scenarios that
would take me away from her, more or less permanently.  I smiled and
chuckled a little, holding her even closer and telling her that, "Yes, the
possibility exists that I may have to leave for a small space of time.  I
may also have to go to the Capitol, on occasion to visit and consult with
the Governor.  There may be times when I'll be required to be on the road,
sleeping under the stars with the other men.  But THIS is my home.  This is
where I want to be as long as I can be.  I tapped her little chest with my
fingertip and said that "This is where I long to be.  This is my home." She
flung her arms around me and cried some more, relieved, I think, The water
in the tub had long lost its warmth when Little Mo started to calm down and
her breathing return to normal.  I looked down to see the little one with
her thumb stuck in her mouth, curled up against me, sleeping.

   I gently cradled her in my arms and stood up, letting the water run down
our bodies.  I carefully stepped over the side of the cast-iron tub onto
the bathmat, balancing on the one leg.  After exiting the bathroom I walked
into my bedroom and laid Little Mo down on the feather bed and proceeded to
gently dry her off, trying all the while not to wake her.  Once I had
finished drying my Little Mo off, I figured we could both do without our
nightclothes for just one night and pulled the warm flannel sheets up over
her, tucking her in.  A wave of nostalgia, long forgotten memories, flooded
my mind as I remembered tucking in my own little ones all those long years
ago.

   I found a lump had formed in my throat and my eyes felt a little wet.

   Well, I never found out what happened to my own little ones, maybe the
Gods are giving me another chance with Little Mo.  I laid down and, as the
days events caught up with me, was soon fast asleep, a fitful, bad-dream,
ridden sleep, but sleep nonetheless.

   I awoke in the middle of the night, the house still dark.  I coouldn't
help but notice that which had awakened me.  A soft, warm set of naked
buttocks was pressed firmly against my middle.  My member was gently
enfolded between those lovely cheeks and being massaged by them ever so
gently.  The reason I had awoken was that my member was straining against
its own skin, harder and hotter than I could ever remember.  A steady
stream of pre-cum was oozing from the tip, making a mess out of the
bedclothes and the two of us along with it.  A slight moan from across the
bed told me that this might just not be as innocent as I would like to
believe.  I gently draped my arm across the tiny waist of my Little Mo only
to find that, at the same time, she was pointing my member toward her own
little love nest.  With a gentle push, I slid into Mo's little body to the
hilt.  A sharp gasp from out of the darkness told me that I'd hit bottom.
Feeling the entrance to her cervix tight up against the tip of my cock,
another gentle push sent my member well into her "baby-chamber".  Little Mo
went nuts.  One second , I was lying spoon-fashion with my sweet, Little
Mo, the next, I had to hang on for dear life as Mo started bucking and
heaving, her movements almost spasmodic as she went over the edge into an
intense orgasm.  Not being able to control her wild gyrating thrusts soon
sent me over-the-edge as well.  I came in Little Mo harder than I have ever
done in my life.  I thought that I would die from just the sheer pleasure.
I must have sent a dozen strong, forceful spurts into her as after the
second or third shot went off, the combined juices of our love did not just
ooze out, it came out almost as forcefully as it went in.  My mind started
to reel as the spurts died down and took me more than a few seconds to
clear my brain.  I was still esconced within Little Mo, my cock, although
spent and nearly dry, had stayed hard and did not seem as yet, to be
deterred.

   After a few moments to rest, I started to thrust again, ever so
gently.  Little Mo, surprised at my renewed vigor, (me, too!!) caught
the idea and started to hump back against me in perfect sync to my thrusts.
To say that it was now slick would be an understatement.  The whole bed
seemed to be soaked and the room, if not the whole house, smelled of hot
sex.  I held Mo to me and rolled onto my back, allowing me to fondle Mo's
tiny breasts and play with her clitoris.  I continued to slide in and out
of Mo's hot, little pussy, forcing my cock deep inside her with each
stroke. As the head of my cock pressed in, it would pop into and out of her
cervix.  Each stroke would send Little Mo into spasms and convulsions of
pleasure.  A quiet, but sexy mewling emitted from her, as her speech was
almost unintelligible.  I felt my ballocks start to tighten and that old
boiling feeling start to rumble in the base of my cock.  Little Mo started
to twitch uncontrollably as another orgasm hit her.  A wave of deep, deep
pleasure washed over and engulfed me as Little Mo led out a keening wail,
signalling her own sweet release.  The spurts from my cock were weaker than
the previous, but not by much.  Little Mo let out a yelp as the hot seed
burned into her, sending her into yet another orgasm.  I do not know how
long I came, I lost count after the fifth or sixth spurt.  All I know is,
is that I came and came and came.

   It DID take a while but, eventually my ardor died down as well as Little
Mo's.  We just lay in that position, with Little Mo lying on top, her back
to my front.  My heart had been thudding in my chest and I thought it would
burst.  I could feel Little Mo's heart thud-thudding as she lay atop me,
her breathing, once ragged, now seeming to slow and become more regular. 
It occured to me that, if this was what I could expect, SHIT, I ain't NEVER
leaving!!!  A small sliver of light had broken through the darkness and we
could both see a little better.  Mo's hair was disheveled to say the least.
Her little body was coated with my cum and she very nearly resembled a
glazed doughnut.  I, on the other hand, wasn't much cleaner.  I held my
Little Mo to me and nestled my nose into her hair and gave her a little
squeeze.  Mo giggled and asked if I was feeling better as she was aware
that I hadn't been sleeping well.  I thanked her for her concern and then I
said it,,,,, "I love you Mo".  Little Mo squirmed around in my arms until
she was lying atop, front-to-front.  Her eyes seemed to search my face for
some answer.  I was slightly taken aback at her questing gaze and asked if
she was alright.  Little Mo asked if I meant what I said.  (!!??) I pulled
back slightly from her so I could see her face better and told her that I
never said anything like that without meaning it..  Little Mo buried her
face in my neck and said that I would never regret loving her.  I knew in
my heart-of-hearts that I could never let Little Mo go, no matter what.

   The sun had started it's slow climb into the heavens as Mo and I got
up, cleaned up and got the bedclothes changed.  Mo was much quicker at
it and was soon dressed and bounding down the stairs to start my coffee and
to get breakfast for everyone.  I had taken the time to shave and dress,
all the while musing on what strange things Fate had put in my path and
what they held for the future.  




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