Author: Pescador del Valle Title: Day Of No Triffids Part: Chapter 1 Summary: In a world gone blind a few remaining sighted must try to preserve what they can but how will just 6 men manage to keep 400 women happy? Keywords: MF, mF (nosex), first, rom Language: English Copyright: 2003 ********************************************* * WARNING! * * This text file contains sexually explicit * * material. If you do not wish to read this * * type of literature, or you are under age, * * PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! * ********************************************* Comments appreciated : see Pescador del Valle on www.asstr.org/authors.html ********************************************************* ************************************************* * The story intentionally moves around a bit in * * the first chapter to blend both background & * * action. I hope it works this way. * ************************************************* *** August 28, Late Morning - Len It WAS only a fantasy. She was his son's age after all. Hell, his wife used to baby-sit her! Still it was nice to think about her, and what they could do together. No longer jailbait, she had turned out to be an attractive young woman and her sense of humour and carefree attitude contrasted with a wife who, though loved and loving, had become less adventurous and a convenience rather than someone who got his pulse racing. Kara was the first on his list. *** July & August It was only the fact that it hit some major population centres ahead of others that gave the world any inkling of the nature and extent of the problem. As it spread via the worlds transport hubs, Singapore and Frankfurt fell silent just before London, Hong Kong, Los Angeles and New York. A number of brave reporters around the world continued to tell the story as their personal worlds went dark. The worlds infrastructures only kept running on automatic for a day or so after technicians failed to report for their shifts; this was enough to pass on the message that the world was going blind and it didn't look (pun DEFINITELY NOT intended) likely that many would remain unaffected. *** August 28, Late Morning - Len It was only reasonable to include his wife's best friend; he had fancied her for a while and got on well with her husband who fortunately was a veterinary surgeon with several years experience dealing with livestock before his wife convinced him to bring her back to the city. Life could be boring without someone compatible to talk to and, though he felt they were not as useful as some, they did give him someone he respected to bounce his thoughts off and maybe, just maybe ... Keith and Deirdre made three. *** August 5 The first reports of an international epidemic that caused irreversible blindness resulted in a panic that brought air travel to an immediate standstill. It was too late! The incubation period was such that doctors had no chance to stop each victim infecting dozens, if not hundreds, of others with the minor cough that preceded the more serious symptoms. In the worst case it passed through seven generations of carriers before the first person sought help for her failing sight. That was enough to ensure that nearly everyone outside the third world countries harboured the infection before it was apparent an infection existed. With a remarkably consistent period between the initial infection and the onset of blindness, the effect was like watching a tsunami from the shore. The tide first ebbing as people began to disappear in ever greater numbers; every hospital trying vainly to cope with the impossible situation. Then the dark line across the horizon began to thicken and the wave of victims no longer even trying to get to the unavailable medicos grew in height. It finally swept over civilisation and tried to wipe it from the face of the Earth. *** August 27, Evening - Len When did he realise he was one of the "lucky" ones? With the rest of the world, Len had been hawking and dry retching on and off for weeks. When this was linked to the blindness he, like everyone else, feared and expected the worst. But he knew enough genetics to suspect the truth when he found some of his siblings and offspring also retained their sight. Three of his four children were still able to see, as were his sister and one of her three, and his younger brother with one of his four; his two older brothers and their families were not lucky, like everyone else (including his wife and in-laws) they had gone blind. With some sentiment, he felt he had to include the families of the sighted if he was to get their help but couldn't justify his older brothers or their families. He didn't know whether it was his late Father or Mother who had supplied the dominant gene that gave them their resistance but it was obvious that it didn't flow through those two lines. His wife and daughter, his brother-in-law and sister-in- law and five nephews and nieces. That meant that there were nine blind and eight sighted from the three families. *** August 28, Morning - Len & sons He sat down with his three sons and explained things to them. "As you know things are pretty well stuffed. Almost everyone is blind and in a few days they are going to start dying so we have to find somewhere safe to set ourselves up. "Your Aunt Deb and Uncle Seth are bringing their families around to join us but it's going to be hard. "If we are going to survive we need to have as many children as possible - children that can see. It looks like our family has a gene that prevents the blindness even though we got the cough and if I'm right half of our children will carry that gene. "I know you're still a bit young but you are all old enough to be fathers and you are going to have to have several wives each." The three boys looked at each other with silly grins on their faces. The oldest at 19, Peter, knew his 17 year old brother Michael had been cautioned by his father only a month earlier to try to avoid sexual involvements until he had finished High School. Well, it looked like he had now. He glanced at the 14 year old David who hadn't progressed past wet dreams; to be given a green light to fulfil his adolescent urges was unbelievable. Peter returned his attention to his Father's continuing speech; he at least appreciated the serious nature of what was being proposed, he would think about the wilder aspects a little later. "I expect you already know some girls who you like and it's possible that they may be willing to become the mothers of your children. I want you to think about these points - I don't have all the answers so how about we start here and see how we go. "Okay Number 1. We don't force anyone. We explain what we expect and how we will look after them as best we can. If they don't want to come when we point out their only other choice is to be left to die we have to respect that." "Is it okay to bring them here if they are hysterical and let them make the decision later?" asked Peter. His father looked uncertain. Many people may be just like that. "I suppose so. If you can do it without hurting them. You really need to try to coax them. I expect we'll be together so we might need to see how things go, okay?" "Okay Dad." "Number 2 then. It's important that the women can have a number of children so they shouldn't be too old. I think that we try to find women no older than 25 except in some special circumstances I will cover. Similarly it won't be good for them to be too young; we could have a baby born while we are waiting for them to be old enough." There were no questions. None of the boys could see themselves being interested in anyone THAT old anyway. Especially if they could get their pick of the rest. "Number 3. We will need to keep track of who the father of each baby is. I don't know yet if we will have to share the women to spread our genes but to start with we should stick to our own women. "Number 4. We need to have a number of experts to help us. Obviously doctors or nurses or midwives who can instruct us in delivering babies. I know of a vet who will be able to help us when we get some animals and there are likely to be others. "If it is possible to get a woman who has these skill but is a bit older than 25 then those skills makes up for having fewer babies. If necessary we can get a man with those skills but they are not going to be able to have children who can see. Women will be better. "I want you to make a list of girls or women you want with their addresses if possible. We won't have a lot of time if we are going to find them healthy. I want to set out as soon as Deb and Seth get here. Any questions?" "How many women Dad?" "I would like to say a thousand each but I don't think we can keep even a hundred each fed and healthy. I don't know how many we can gather before they die but I think we are better to get too many and have to lose a few, heartless though that sounds, than to have too few. They are only going to die if we DON'T do anything. "Put your wish lists together with as many names as you want but I think we can probably only make special arrangements for a dozen or so. "With only six males who can see that could be over 70 women not counting those with skills or our three families, and we have four girls of our own, including your sister, who will need you three boys and Deb's Barry to pair with. If we can manage more of your choices we will try to get them but skills are going to be important I'm afraid." "So you have to have several wives too. What does Mum say about that?" "I haven't spoken to her yet but she will have to go along with it. Our only other choice is to roll over and die with everyone else." David made a relevant observation. "Where are we going to live? We can't have that many people here." Len looked at his sons. "To start with I thought we could take over St Ignatius' School. There are boarding facilities there and we can fill up the gymnasium until we get things sorted out. There is a wall around the grounds so we can keep stray dogs out, which is likely to be more and more of a problem, and stray people in. If you know of anywhere better or any other ideas or problems let me know." He sent them off to make their lists while he reviewed some of his own. *** August 28, Late Morning - Len Len had added a couple more "fantasy" choices, hoping they didn't appear on any of his sons' lists. He concentrated instead on those occupations he felt would be useful. He was old enough to appreciate there was more to a woman than just good looks and male enough to realise that given a choice of two who met his needs there was no-one to object to him picking the one who turned him on more. Police? No. Fireman? Maybe. Nah! Paramedic? Consider a range of medical personnel. Nurses and doctors wouldn't be able to see the problem but may be able to ask questions and interpret the answers. Paediatricians and Gynaecologists definitely. General Practitioners and Surgeons. Hmm? How many people were still in the hospitals? They would HAVE to hurry. At least they could access staff records. The same with schools; Teachers would be handy but what sort? Much of the material could be taken from books - if you knew what they meant. It would be useful to have someone knowledgeable to explain things. How far were they prepared to let civilisation slide? The information they discarded might be that which could end up killing them. It all gave him a headache. Ah! Pharmacists. And what of the blind in their care. How would they cope? Could he find someone previously blind to assist their instruction. He knew that there was more than just the stereotypical basket weaving available but just what? The list grew. *** August 28, 11:45 pm - David It wasn't nerves but rather an impatience and an excess of curiosity that was David's downfall. He creamed his jeans well before he was to make his first "conquest". She was waiting in "his" room, still sitting on the side of the bed where he had left her after leading her by the hand from the gymnasium. He had quickly sat her down before making an embarrassed dash for the bathroom to clean himself up. They had taken over some of the teacher's rooms for themselves and had set up a roster to ensure someone was available to keep an eye on those in the gym; the rest could finally relax alone or with spouse or chosen "playmate". The woman had been quietly weeping and David sat next to her and put his arm around her. "Don't cry. You're safe here. I'll look after you." That was really the point. She knew she would have no chance "outside" and had willingly agreed to join the group on the conditions given but that purely logical decision didn't prevent the emotional reaction that set in when the fourteen year old boy had led his twenty-two year old teacher away from the others. "I really like you", she heard. "I have for ages. You're really pretty and you've always been nice to me at school." While the last point was true enough, she had been friendly towards many of her students. David was a courteous and intelligent youth, but that was all ..., until he and his father had turned up at her apartment and explained her choices. No-one really wants to die. She had been alone for a few months since her boyfriend had decided he wasn't quite ready to commit to a long- term relationship. Ha! Depending on how you looked at it, the relationship could have lasted only another six months anyway or for the rest of his life! Other than parents and a brother living too far away, she had no ties (He had taken his cat and she had been too busy to consider a replacement) and had agreed to go with them without realizing it was David who had selected her. Now it was crunch time and David was talking to her as he rubbed his hand up and down her back. "I know you might not think much of me because I'm so young but Dad says we need to have as many babies to survive and I need to help. I've never gotten anywhere with a girl before so I need to learn what to do. You've been my teacher so will you teach me this too?" Victoria, still stressed but realizing the mores she had lived under had vanished with her civilization, could do nothing but nod her head and quietly whisper, "Yes. I will teach you." She put her hand on David's leg and found herself touching skin. She awkwardly moved it up expecting to make contact with his underwear but instead found her fingers brushing a lightly furred sack. "Er, I got a bit excited. Sorry." It was hard to explain the experience of jets of semen soaking through his clothes to the woman that up until a few days ago had been marking his Geography papers. "Perhaps we should get undressed", she suggested. David helped her stand and self-consciously put his arms around her. She was slightly taller than him so he rested his cheek against her chest as he told her that he wanted to learn everything to make babies and to make her happy. He didn't know whether he should say he loved her; he had had a crush on her for a long while but didn't know what he would do if she laughed at him. Victoria put her arms around the lad; "No! 'young man'", she firmly told herself, "I'm not a child molester! In some societies 14 year olds were considered adults; ours is now apparently one of them." "You know", she told David, "A teacher is supposed to be one of the best lovers you can get because she makes you do it over and over again until you get it right." She bent her head and kissed him on the forehead then tilted his face and found his lips with hers. Other than a childish kiss years ago and a few attempts with his cousin Rachel before she got snooty towards him, David hadn't really kissed a girl. The feel of Victoria's soft lips against his and her arms around him made his penis even harder and he was worried he might shoot his load again. Victoria though was going to take things one step at a time. If she WAS going to teach him she planned to teach him her way; the other women he eventually paired up with would be grateful if he learned to be a considerate lover who took the time to pleasure each one before taking his own pleasure. In different circumstances they could have found themselves being brutalised and if they had to live as his harem then maybe she could also end up as the "Sultan's favourite". "You had better call me Vicki. Ms Baker is going to sound silly." She reached down and took hold of the firm cock and kissed him again. There was a yell somewhere in the building but she immediately realised it was not a cry for help nor a warning of danger; she apparently wasn't the only one singled out tonight. *** August 28, Early Afternoon - Len When Len reviewed the boys lists he was pleased to see Peter had also listed some professions, with reasons for some, as well as some desired companions. He had gone through the phone book and put down the likely addresses with some alternatives or links to people who would know. Michael had confined himself to girls in his own year with a sprinkling of those a year ahead or behind. He had, with some embarrassment, also specified the name of one of his cousins that he preferred over the others. If he HAD to make his choice of the three female cousins that were "on offer" he wanted to avoid one and was ambivalent about the third. He figured that if he got his choice in first he might be luckier than if he waited. David's choices were a bit of a surprise. At 13 or 14 most of the girls he knew were under the bottom age limit Len had set. He put down half a dozen that were a year ahead of him and then included three of his young teachers and the older (18 or 19) sisters of some of his friends. Len wasn't too sure whether his youngest son was overly ambitious but was pleased to note his own special selections were omitted from all three lists. *** August 28, 12:20 pm They hadn't been at the school long, only having had time to commandeer the gymnasium before Deb had arrived with her husband Stan and her three children; Barry at 17 assisted his blind sister Stella (16) and brother Walter (14) from their car and followed his parents inside. Len had explained his ideas to Deb and Seth while the mobile phone service was still operating and Deb had sat Barry down and explained it in much the same way as he had. She sent him off with Len while she looked after the others and waited for her other, and soon to be sole remaining, brother. ----- Len's nephew Barry made out his own list while he drove them through the silent roads to the bus depot. As they heard the noise of the vehicle, people would come out of their front doors and wave frantically, afraid to be missed but afraid also to move away from their only familiar source of shelter in a world gone crazy. "They were doing the same thing when we drove over", said Barry. "We may need a megaphone to get them to stay inside", said Michael. "It seems cruel to lie to them but if we tell them help is coming and to wait inside, we may have a better chance of rescuing more of them." Peter nodded his agreement with his brother. "You might get that at a Police station." "Yes", agreed Len, "and we can pick up some fire arms there too. Once the dogs get hungry they will probably turn on people and each other - imagine how many there are likely to be in just this city." Peter shuddered. He had witnessed a friend being attacked when younger and the scars in his mind were no less real than the scars on his friend's face and arm. Len decided to visit the police station first. He needed something that would allow him to move up to 40 people at once and didn't know what guard dogs or even crazy people he would find on the way. Those people whose employment was not deemed essential had been instructed to stay home, keeping the streets remarkably clear. Those who had heard the first reports but not the final ones were in the main optimistically waiting for assistance to come or had pessimistically avoided a lingering death by starvation. The few who had tuned to the stations that broadcast the latest information in many cases indulged in a drunken or lustful orgy, determined to go out with a bang rather than a whimper. Those people providing essential services such as the police or hospitals found the light suddenly fade, an eclipse that struck without warning or remission where- ever the person was and with little opportunity for their workmates to assist before they too succumbed. The shift on duty at the Police Station when the tsunami of darkness washed over the city had been unable to leave. It was hard to realise that it had been only six hours since the last of them (a homeless drunk in the cells) had lost his sight. Len and the four youths gingerly entered the front door, wary of the response they could get. There were only two officers on duty and Len addressed them from the counter. "Good afternoon officers. I know you can't see me and you may not be aware of what has been happening." "We've got a pretty good idea. Who are you and what do you want?" The lie came easier than he thought it would. "My name is Len Pike and I'm here with the Department for Disease Control trying to stabilise this area. We only have a few people who have not been affected and what's left of the government has deputised them to assist its agents. I got stuck with the job for this district." "What are you here for? Are you going to fix us up?" "I'm not a doctor, I'm just trying to collect people for them to treat. I need to check how many people are here and arrange for transport." The policeman seemed to relax a little in the knowledge that SOMEONE was doing SOMETHING about this. It had been rather stressful just sitting there without a clear awareness of the time and he was unconsciously ignoring any holes that appeared in Len's story. "If you would please stay put, my assistants and I will just get people organised. You could assist me though. Everything has happened in a bit of a rush and we are still getting supplies together. Do you have a bull horn that I could use and can I use your public address system to speak to the people in the building?" "There's a half dozen bull horns in the cupboard back there ..." Len waved the boys to check them when the officer passed him a ring of keys from a hook on his belt. "... and I think this is still working." He fumbled around his desk, grabbing the microphone on the second attempt. He flicked a switch and an echo of his drumming finger could just be heard. "Can I have your attention please. There is an important announcement." He moved so Len could access the mike. "Good afternoon", started Len. "Representatives of the Department for Disease Control will shortly be returning to take you for treatment. I apologise that I am not able to go through your normal chain of command at this time but will do so when I return." The keys had unlocked the fire arms cupboard as well and each boy had silently carried a couple of rifles as well as some hand guns and ammunition out to the car before returning to get a bull horn each. Len put the keys on top of the cupboard rather than returning them to the officer. By the time they found a reason to visit again it was likely that the officer would no longer need them. "Thank you", he said, "we will be back when we have suitable transport." Without waiting for comment or questions about his lies Len turned and followed the boys back to the car. *** August 28, 1:30 pm Len pulled the bus up at the Emergency Entrance of the hospital. Barry pulled up behind him with a squeal of brakes in another. Driving a bus was a novel experience for both of them. Michael drove more sedately into the car park and got out with David. The young boy had been using his deepest voice over a bull horn to advise people along the way to wait inside until they heard an announcement to come out to be taken for treatment. Peter had been sent with a third bus to collect their families and take them to the school. He was then to take Uncle Seth and Nancy to find a truck to collect some essential supplies - bedding, spring water and some simple food - sliced bread and sandwich meat that would be stale in a day so should be used while it was available. Len made a similar announcement at the hospital but advised that certain staff would be taken for treatment first so that they could then assist in treating others. With no admissions or operations possible, staff were tending to remain in their offices or at station except to find a bedpan for a bedridden patient or to bring a drink where possible. Staff and patient alike were relieved to hear help had arrived. Len led the boys through the hospital to the pharmacy where he found a young woman sitting sobbing at a desk. She had been crying in despair and now heaved with relief. She was in her early twenties and met their need for a Pharmacist. "Hello. Are you ready to go?" She looked around in surprise, turning her unseeing eyes in the direction of the voice. "Y-Y-Yes." "Are you in charge here?" Len asked. "For this shift." She allowed him to take her arm to assist her to her feet. "Well actually for the last shift as well I suppose; no-one has come and I can't go anywhere like this." "As you can imagine, we have quite a few people who are rather distressed. Do you have something that would be safe to give them to calm them down? Unfortunately we don't have the doctors available yet to see to them." Unused to prescribing, the woman never-the-less knew her field and was able to suggest a couple of drugs that had no ill side effects during short-term treatment. She told Len and repeated the dosage information then suggested where he would find them. Her own state of mind permitted her to be more useful than normal towards an outsider in her dispensary. Michael led her back to the bus where she was seated by David who asked her for her name, date of birth, home address, marital status, profession and allergies which he duly recorded as he had been instructed. If they were going to have over a hundred people to look after they had to start somewhere in keeping track of them. David wrote out a nametag for "Teri" and took pleasure in pressing it against her breast. It was the first time he had copped a feel and, though only a brief press, it was enough to give him an erection as he stared down the blouse of the unaware woman. He wondered if he could keep her; she looked nice. In ones, twos and occasionally threes Michael and Barry shunted young doctors and nurses, and a few young patients who had only been admitted because of their blindness, until the buses were filled. Each had been given a tablet "to start the treatment" before they had been led to the buses. Len didn't know whether he should be thankful he didn't have any means other than a bullet or a knife to "treat" those he couldn't save or whether he was going to throw up whenever he thought of them slowly starving or desperately seeking their own termination. It was easier when he hadn't seen them. He addressed the second bus before repeating the spiel on his own. "If you would please hold on we will be taking you to the treatment facility. It is a short ride but you will need to hold on tight. Full explanations will be available there." Barry followed Michael to the school with his uncle driving in the same direction shortly afterwards. *** August 28, 3:00 pm "I have to apologise to you but the actual situation is far more serious that we could tell to the whole hospital. We have brought you out here to explain. Please let me finish before asking questions then I ask you to raise your hand and let me come to you before you speak. I will answer ALL you questions truthfully at that time." They had moved the various medical practitioners into the gymnasium and seated them on the mattresses hastily strewn around. Len was being left in charge by his siblings, a role he reluctantly accepted for now. "As I said, the situation is worse than that portrayed. There currently is no treatment and I do not believe that there will be one." There were gasps, sobs and more than a few angry shouts. Len let them go for a while then called for a silence that he eventually got. "At present there are a total of 8 sighted people known to exist in this city. They are all members of my family and the indication is that some of us carry a dominant gene which stops the coughing disease causing blindness. We may eventually find others but that is all we have to work with at this stage. "We believe that the only way that we can survive long term is to have sufficient sighted children to allow us to build a sustainable population. This requires the 8 sighted people to work to support those of you willing to bear those children." There were more gasps, sobs and yet angrier shouts as the proposal sunk in. Len let this go again until he could again take control. Ignoring the shouts he asked that questions be kept until he had finished. "I realise that some of you will not for one reason or another wish to join with us. You will not be forced to. However I must point out that you have no other salvation likely; unless you take your own lives you are likely to succumb to starvation. I hope you prefer to live." With his pause some hands were tentatively raised. Len took that as an opportunity to involve the women. "I will now take questions if you would please raise your hands." He went to the first one and read her name tag as he touched her hand. "Yes Monica?" She lowered her arm. "What happens to those who don't want to join you?" "They will be taken back to the hospital and left where they came from." Monica squeezed in a supplementary question. "Can they be taken to their homes?" "If there are only a couple that MIGHT be possible but if we have a lot of people we won't be able to spare the time. Sorry." He moved to the next one. "Naomi" "What about my husband and child?" "I'm sorry there too. We are going to try to support as many women as possible in the hope of getting a sustainable population of sighted people. Unless we find someone with a valuable skill we will be restricting those people we pick up to young women only. We won't be able to take your husband unless he can demonstrate a skill but we can try to collect any daughters aged 15 or older on the understanding that they bear children as well. "We aren't monsters and if you think you have some special circumstance we will try to give you a hearing though it may not be long. If you do know of anyone who was blind previously who can teach you how to manage your condition please let me know later." A few people apparently had received answers to their questions and had put their hands down. "Sandra" Sandra started as Len touched her hand and it was a little while before she began to speak. "What actually will happen to those who stay?" "It's very early days so things could change but I see it like this at the moment: "Each of the six sighted males who appear to bear the dominant gene will be assigned a number of women who will bear a child probably every year and a half while she is able. It is hoped that approximately half of those will be sighted. "The blind females will be able to bear children in turn provided we can support them for the first fifteen years, as for any blind males we may not be able to support them. That will depend on our resources and how we are able to teach you and them to overcome your blindness." Quite a few more hands shot up and Len picked one of them since it was likely to be a follow on question. "Aneka" "How will we be assigned to the males?" "I don't expect us to have to start mass impregnations immediately so there will be time for you to get to know each of us and vice versa. I suppose that you will get to put your preferences down as do we and where they coincide everything is easy. If not there may have to be some negotiation. It may be that you put up with a bit of sex with your designated partner until you get pregnant. I need to have a talk with those of you who can discuss the amount of genetic variation we need. It may be necessary for you to have a child by each of us - I don't really know everything at this stage." "Tara" "What about sex when we aren't trying to get pregnant? Are we going to be a harem only getting screwed once or twice then nothing for eighteen months? Aren't there any other men? And you said there were eight sighted people so two must be females - what about them then?" "The two sighted women are my sister Deborah and my niece Nancy. One of Deb's sons, Barry, some of you have already met. Her daughter Stella is in the same boat as you. Her other son Walter and Nancy's brother Graham are unfortunately blind. If we are able, with your assistance, to make sure they are firing blanks, then you should be able to call upon their services to keep you happy. "If Nancy, and indeed Deb, want to try to increase our sighted numbers that's up to them but realistically they are more valuable as sighted members of our community than as mothers. They can get food or other supplies or help defend us while we can find anyone to bear children. "I don't want you to think that that means we don't value you; we do and doubly so because of your professional skills. Unfortunately certain survival skills have just shot to the top of the 'must have' list. "As far as sex is concerned I have said you will not be forced. You may wish to consider the needs of those who are going to be doing their darnedest to keep you alive and comfortable however and try to express your thanks that way. "There will be rules for all of us and one will basically be 'If it feels good you can do it'. That doesn't mean whatever 'it' is will be compulsory but it also means you can't object to others indulging in what they feel is okay. Thus with so many women and so few men no-one is to get upset if a woman makes a pass at another woman. You can say no but you can't get nasty. "I want you to take a while to think things over; discuss it with those around you. It may sound heartless but for those of you who feel you made a marriage vow that stops you accepting, please consider that we can't save your husbands in other than the most exceptional cases and in a few days you are likely to be widows." That brought a few more sobs but the majority of the women seemed to have realised that and had been halfway resigned to their own demise. "One last question for now - Debra." "What happens to the patients in the hospital and the other staff? How can you let them just starve?" "I don't like it either. If you have an alternative I will consider it but there really isn't enough time to provide a humane release to the millions of people around here while at the same time trying to save as many as possible. "I will give you some time now to collect your thoughts. If you have questions Nancy will take them and I will give you the answers when I return. I will need to know then whether you really can't join us, are prepared to join us or think you have a special case. I warn you though that I won't be happy if you lie to me just to try to get a husband or child added to our community." Len looked over the 84 women they had brought here as they tried to find out what those close by thought. He had brought more then really needed for the skills they had but they were all intelligent young healthy females and would make excellent brood mares though he would be careful never to describe them as such. *** August 28, 11:30 pm - Len Joanna hadn't taken it well that morning when she found her husband had planned to modify his wedding vows more than just a little. Oh, he was still offering to look after her in "sickness and in health" but the "forsaking all others" was going right out the window. Len restrained himself even though he was tempted to point out that by simply leaving her alone at their home he would only have to wait a few days until it was a case of "till death us do part". He couldn't have done it and didn't really want to upset her further. He hadn't had time since then to sit down with her and talk it over and wasn't sure it would do much good. He probably shouldn't have mentioned his plan to pick up Kara. It was okay while his wife thought she was going to be a partner for one of the boys but ... And he didn't really want Joanna to feel she was being traded in. The sighted had spent the day shunting more and more women into the school and getting necessary supplies. The gym was one big dormitory and they had had to rig knotted ropes across the room to allow the women to take themselves to the bathroom and to find their way back again. It was his blind daughter Ellen who had actually come up with the solution. At regular intervals three knots were tied into the rope; if you felt a single then the double you knew you were heading towards the bathroom and vice versa. A pillar indicated where the rows of mattresses spread out sideways but unfortunately the women then had to crawl along the floor counting mattresses until they found theirs. It wasn't perfect and one sighted person was kept busy attending to those lost women standing waving their arms for attention; there was too much din for anyone to have been heard and the bull horns got plenty of use restoring order from time to time. Len was happy to get out of it for a while and was guiltily grateful to his sister Deb and their niece Nancy who had been left to fend for most of the day. They had both gotten to join him on the last trip of the day where he had taken them to pick up a couple of personal friends each. While Deb's might not contribute much to the future of their community they would help keep her sane in this maddening new world. Nancy's at least were breeding stock even if he personally found their conversation somewhat juvenile and annoying; maybe the boys would think differently. Peter and Barry got to stand the rest of the night shift with Nancy and her father Seth rostered on for breakfast. Len dreaded the idea of the morning piss parade. Joanna was waiting for him in their room. Unlike his sons and nephew, Len wasn't in a hurry to dip his wick. Joanne needed reassuring and he wouldn't have a lot of time to deal with her over the next few days; there was so much to do and so many people to "rescue" and so few of them to do the work. He hoped they weren't stretching themselves too far. Joanna stirred when she felt him slip in next to her. They had replaced the former occupant's single bed with a large mattress on the floor. Seth had gotten the teaching staff (all friars) and the few boys present organised onto a bus and had then driven them to a convent school where he had offloaded them and brought back a similar load of the girls who were boarding there, together with two young nuns who decided to renounce their vows. When Seth told Len this he wondered how many of the brothers and other nuns would feel the same way in the time they had left. Len tried to forget about this, and all the other minutiae from the day that clouded his brain. He was too tired to think straight and too uptight to sleep. He slid an arm under his wife's neck and wrapped the other around her, cupping her breast, and snuggled into her back with a sigh. Joanna at 44 was the same age as her husband. She had been married to him for 22 years and had borne him four strong, healthy (until now) children and she was afraid she was going to lose him to his "harem". She even spat out the word in her own mind, unaware that the analogy was being widely considered throughout the darkened school grounds. She almost pushed him away but then realised that he could have been with any of the women he and her sons had gathered that day but no, here he was, curled up against her and still, after 22 years, pressing a stiff cock against her buns. She reached behind and felt the hard rod that she suddenly realised she would never see again. She turned her body and reached up to run her fingers lightly over her lover's face. She would have to get to see her husband by touch and she wept as she felt the cleft in his chin and the stubble on his cheek. Suddenly overcome with love for her man she bruised his lips with hers as she forced her tongue between his teeth. She wanted him and she wanted him to know it. She might have to share him with those bitches but he was hers and always would be. She pushed him onto his back and threw a leg over his hips. Without pausing her passionate kisses she reached between her thighs and pressed her fingers between her lips to find the moisture that would ease his penetration. Her cunt oozed the slippery fluid and she wiped it over the surface of her pussy before seizing his cock and positioning it at the damp entrance. She pushed down and felt it enter then stop. She lifted her hips and pushed down again. The hard penis slid further in and she wiggled her hips as she force it deeper and deeper. It bottomed out with a slight twinge of pain and Joanna eased back and began a gentler oscillation that served to stimulate her husband as she ground her clit against his pubic hair. It wasn't going to be a slow comfortable screw. It was a wanton fuck by a woman who wasn't prepared to lose her man and was going to show him why he should keep coming back. As such it didn't take long before Len was arching his back in his own attempt to drive himself deeper into his wife. He felt his prick jerk as the first surge passed through it and into his wife. As they continued he wondered whether his wife would fall pregnant now contraceptives were banned. Though not a Catholic, Seth's earlier adventures made him wonder how the ageing Pope would feel knowing at least that part of his credo would be followed for the foreseeable future. Len didn't think the rest of their plans would quite meet his approval however. His brief thoughts were scattered by his wife's own orgasm. For the first time in her life she didn't care if anyone heard her pleasure and a loud "Y-E-S!" echoed through the otherwise silent hallways. Let EVERYONE know that with all the spare pussy available HER husband was still pummelling HER cunt!