Author: Pescador del Valle Title: Day Of No Triffids Part: Chapter 3 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: voy, nosex 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 ********************************************************* Our Families ============ * Leonard Pike (44) = Joanna Pike (44) * Peter (19) [ 1 ] * Michael (17) [ 2 ] Ellen (16) [ 3 ] * David (14) [ 4 ] * Seth Pike (40) = Julie Pike (39) Karen (20) [ ? ] * Nancy (18) Graham (17) Rachel (15) [ 2 ] * Deborah Vanstone (37) = Stanley Vanstone (35) * Barry (17) [ 3 ] Stella (16) [ ? ] Walter (14) **************************************** * * * * Able to See * * (#) Age when blindness struck * * [ # ] Paired Cousins * * * **************************************** *** August 28, 12:45pm - Nancy There hadn't been anything inherently sexist in Nancy and her aunt being given the job of looking after their families and then the women who had been brought in. Deb had sent her son off with her brother and his family when she only had five family members to look after. When Nancy's family had joined Deb they added another four people who now needed their care. Her father Seth took the opportunity to check out the grounds of St Ignatius' College and ended up bringing back a human chain of teachers, boarding students and a live in caretaker. They got them settled and then Nancy went with her father to raid what was left in the kitchen. There was little to eat and most of the bottles of drink were warm. The freezer was still running and there was some ice so they chilled down some pitchers of water instead. That at least would help the others cope with a mixture of salty snacks and sweet candy; neither very nourishing. When her cousin Peter had turned up in a bus she had gone with him and her father to get supplies for the women who would be joining them. They had taken almost all of the men with them and Seth had learned that, while driving a bus was different to his sedan, it wasn't all that difficult provided he didn't take the corners too tight. It had seemed heartbreaking at first when they exchanged the men and boys for a load of schoolgirls and a couple of the nuns at a nearby convent. They were condemning one lot to death while saving another. It was hard to play god like that. They had exchanged the bus for Seth's car after dropping their load of girls back with Nancy's aunt and went "shopping". In some respects it had turned out easier than they had expected. Many of the shelves of the supermarket had been cleared of stock when the illness first started taking hold and the deliveries to replace them had been interrupted when the drivers and shop staff also fell blind on the job. Fortunately there was enough warning that no driver fell blind at the wheel. Seth drove around the sparsely filled car park before they spotted a truck and a semi- trailer at the loading dock behind the supermarket. He pulled up and found they were in luck. The larger vehicle had only been half unloaded and the smaller was still full. There was a hand operated forklift on the dock and they sorted through the storage area for items they could use. Cartons made it easy; it would have been far more time consuming if they had had to take individual packets. They loaded their selections onto pallets and eventually manoeuvred them into position inside the trailer. Peter suggested they take the lift with them to help unload and in case they needed it elsewhere. Seth and Nancy thought that was a good idea and it was slipped under one of the last pallets and the trailer doors swung closed. "If you take the semi Uncle Seth I should be able to manage the other truck", said Peter who then turned to his attractive cousin. "Unless you want to have a go?" "No", said Nancy, "Let me practice when it's empty first. I'll drive the car back. Where are the keys Dad?" That's when it hit all three of them. Keys! The two men went looking in their respective cabs. No luck. "Damn!" said Seth. Peter was thinking something a little worse. "If the trucks are here the drivers might be too", suggested Nancy. "We may as well have a look around." "Definitely not just a pretty ... face", Peter thought looking at a totally different part of her anatomy and somewhat abashed that he hadn't thought of it but willing to pay credit where it was due. They entered the store from the rear and looked at the mess spread over the floors. The weren't the first to come scavenging but they at least could see what was in the packets and could avoid the display stands that others had knocked over. Burst bags and the spilled contents were in every aisle. The freezers seemed to have most of their contents though and they were still running. Someone had been prepared to snack on a mixture of thawed frozen peas, ice-cream and chocolate bars but the TV dinners, pizza and turkey rolls needed cooking and had been left once a couple had been opened and identified. The trio quietly checked out the people who were scattered around the centre in the hopes that they could find the drivers. There weren't as many as the car park would have suggested, perhaps they had wandered off and gotten lost. Nancy hoped the drivers were still there. Somewhere. They passed the vacant shops, most secured by owners who were then unable to come in themselves or who had pulled down the shutters as their personal darkness had descended. They checked out a camping store which was still open. Enamel and stainless steel cups and bowls would be perfect. With so many people who couldn't see where they were reaching or where they were going breakable glass and china would be a pain, probably literally. Peter ran back to get a shopping trolley and they cleared the shelf, adding flashlights and gas lanterns with butane cylinders to another trolley Nancy retrieved. The displayed sleeping bags made them think of the furniture store down the road. Mattresses would be more comfortable and they had blankets and sheets there as well. Once they cleared out the semi they could bring it back and load up; IF they could find those keys. Realising they couldn't spend a lot of time, they left the trolleys where they could collect them on the way back and stepped out a little faster. In a hardware store Seth led them to the hand and garden tool displays. "Not all the stores are open and we may need to break in somewhere. It's better to have the tools now than to have to chase around looking when time might be important." They selected a sledge hammer, an axe and two pinch bars in different sizes. "We're armed for destruction. Let's hope we get a chance to use some tools constructively." That reminded Peter. "Actually I'm armed as well." He drew the automatic from his pocket. "Be careful with that", warned his uncle. "Why on Earth are you carrying that in your pocket?" "Don't worry", the young man reassured them. "The magazine is in my other pocket. I don't want a loaded gun going off next to my nuts thank you very much!" He put it away and they continued their search. They tracked them down a little later, together in a liquor store. Realising they had nothing to lose when everyone around them went blind as well they had agreed to drown their sorrows and go out with a splash. One had done just that. "Stay back Nancy." Seth had noticed the colour of the lips of the man stretched out on the floor amidst a scattered collection of empty bottles. A trail of watery vomit led over his chin and neck, staining the shirt which showed an absence of respiratory movement. Peter remained with his cousin, not eager to approach what he assumed to be his first dead body. There was no horror; it looked more like he was sleeping, other than the mess on the floor and the stained area on the front of his pants where his relaxed sphincters no longer held back his bodily wastes. Noticing the embroidered monogram on his shirt Seth reluctantly patted the man's pockets and found a key-ring in his pants. He had to turn him slightly and his stomach churned as the faecal smell wafted over him. He grabbed them and stepped back as quickly as possible. Seth wasn't sure whether it was better to leave the body there or move it out into the walkway. Either would be distasteful later and he preferred to leave it for now. It was something they would have to discuss if they were to avoid the illnesses a city full of corpses would bring. A sound behind the counter brought the others into the store and the trio found the other driver merrily inebriated to such a state that his legs were no longer functional. He had almost finished a bottle of whisky and was reaching around for another. "Hello", he slurred when he heard them. "Do you want a drink with me? Only this one's about empty and I can't find another. Have you got one?" "Hello. I'll find one for you. But you better give me your keys; you're in no condition to drive." "Thash right. I'm blind drunk!" He laughed raucously as he patted his shirt pocket and extracted a key on a fob. "Here you are. Where's my whishky den?" Seth put a bottle into his hand and another two by his side then picked up the keys from where the drunk had dropped them. "Here you are then. Drink up." Nancy was handed the tools and the men grabbed a carton of beer and another of spirits. They left the store and all three hoped acute alcohol poisoning would allow the poor man a pleasant enough ending. --- The groceries were unloaded from the semi by the simple, conceptually if not in practice, process of passing each carton along a human chain. With a couple of sighted people at each end the biggest problem once they were in place was to keep the speed down so bottlenecks didn't occur. It was worth the hassles to get people organised just so they had something to take their minds off their fate; not having to carry each box inside themselves was a bonus for the sighted. *** August 28, 7:00-11:00 pm - Nancy It had turned out to be a longer day than they had expected and it was by no means close to over. There were just over 200 people to be fed and settled for the night and they were all tired. The women spread around the gymnasium were at least going to live. There was no such hope for the millions throughout the city and the country or the billions who would die over the rest of the world. Nancy's second collection trip out was not much better than the first. She helped return those medicos who for one reason or another didn't want to join them but at least she got to track down some of her own girlfriends, together with some "eligible" neighbours and sisters. It wasn't a fast process compared to raiding the hospital for young women her Uncle Len's party had missed or been unable to collect earlier. Though her spiel got spruced up as she repeated it, each person still needed time to make up their mind, to plead for their family and finally to say their goodbyes. "Hello. It's Nancy Pike here. Is anyone home?" This tended to be followed by a tearful hug though she fled from one bloody lounge room where a friend's family suicide pact nearly broke her heart. After that she refused to go in if no-one answered her call. She tended to take the person to one side; "Some of my family can still see and we are trying to save some others so I'm here to see if you want to join us." This was the worst bit. Having raised their spirits with rescue she then had to make it clear that the rescue was far more personal. "Can you tell me what your father/mother/big brother does?" "I'm sorry but we can't take your family." "We can take your sister(s) but no-one else." Sometimes it was a truthful delaying tactic; "We might be able to collect your dog later." It might make a good guard dog though she wasn't sure what from. Once it was better news; "We can take your parents and your sister." In each case her Aunt Deb and/or her Uncle Len would have a talk to the parents. They would point out the problems they faced, the solution they felt was necessary and the option where at least their daughters would be saved. Most accepted it and pressured their girls to go onto the bus. Before they did however, each was made to clearly understand what would be expected from them. They would be the mothers for a new generation that they hoped would not succumb to the disease that was even then wiping out the civilisation that had taken thousands of years to reach its current state. They would have some choice in partner but would have to have babies in return for their keep. None of her friends or the neighbours she or they considered suitable refused and all left crying, even the family who was accepted together. Nancy was no better off. One of her friends had her boyfriend Paul with her and Nancy added him to her list. He had been working as an electrician and they all agreed that was adequate to make him valuable. Her own boyfriend had gone home from university when his parents had fallen blind; she hadn't heard from him for over a week and now never expected to again. They hadn't been so serious that she was heartbroken but she did miss him. She liked Paul too and figured that he might very well keep her company as well. Given the choice of them both dying (Fran wouldn't leave him) or having his girlfriend impregnated by one of Nancy's wider family, Paul was willing to encourage Fran to agree; Nancy's hints that she might need someone too certainly wasn't a turn off. They finally got on the bus with the others. On their return Nancy and Deb got them settled in a relatively empty area of the Gym and went to grab a bite to eat and help the others prepare and dispense an evening meal. Earlier in the day Nancy had filled the front of the car up with sliced bread at the supermarket and just barely fresh enough to eat this was toasted and served with Irish Stew heated up in an amazing assortment of saucepans. It was easier to serve the meals in situ rather than try to get everyone into a queue to the dining hall and then back to their own beds but the size of the task meant that many people found their stomachs cramping with hunger as the smell of the hot food wafted through the gym. David was running food from the kitchen where bread was being toasted under grillers, on gas barbecues and in electric toasters plugged into sockets around the wall. A mountain of empty tin cans was growing where they had been tossed inside a near empty store room. When they had a chance the food would be packed away more neatly and a decision made regarding how they would dispose of their garbage. Half a dozen of the blind women had been impressed to spread butter over the toast as it was ready. After the inactivity of the last day or so they all found it uplifting to be able to do something, and something useful at that. When the task was over they returned to their beds in much better spirits. *** August 28, 10:00 pm - Michael & David As each group finished their meals they were escorted to the bathrooms by David and Michael. While some were embarrassed to be taken by the boys, Nancy and Deb needed a break too and the boys were reasonably refreshed. They had had a couple of runs getting bedding with the others but with more hands the job went faster and was less tiring. They knew how many cubicles were available and each boy organised that many people into a centipede and marched them down (Left-Right-Left-Right Halt). Each was positioned before a door and their eating utensils put next to the wash basins. Feeling their own way into the cubicles they were given time to complete their business. As each came out they were assisted to the basins where they washed their hands, their utensils and whatever parts of their bodies they deemed necessary with only a flannel wash cloth. By the time they had all finished the next group was usually just arriving at the door ready to replace them. At least they had been spared the necessity of having to get pads and tampons from the lads. Realizing that approximately a quarter of the women would be menstruating at any time, Nancy had insisted that adequate supplies were loaded onto the first semi-trailer her father had driven back to the school. He and her cousin Peter, with masculine oversight, hadn't even considered the problem but her Aunt Deb had given her a big hug when told they were there. She made sure each cubicle had ample supplies and went through the gym quietly letting the women know where to look. As each group performed their ablutions, David was intrigued. Some women were very self-conscious as though the 14 year old was staring at their every action. In many cases they were right, his attention being drawn from one to the next in turn. These people tended to only use the soapy flannel on face and neck and what exposed skin they had, while some of the others dropped dresses onto the floor beside them and gave themselves a much wanted wash; comfort being far more important than prudery. On two occasions a women was prepared to remove underwear as well and David stood next to them as they washed below their breasts and squatted slightly to get their pussies nice and clean. They had heard him come up, his heavier breathing was noticeable, but they both enjoyed giving him a bit of a thrill. Michael wasn't quite so lucky but found taking a military approach made things much easier to coordinate as did those people who caught on and complied. "Rinse out your cloths for the next person. Tomorrow we will try to get you all toothbrushes - sorry for now. Lay your cloth over the front of the basin. Pick up your bowls. Right Turn. Left hand on the shoulder of the person in front of you. Mark Time. Left-Right-Left. Forward." He lead the group past and impressed David who copied his brother with his own groups. *** August 28, 10:30 pm - Kitchen The blind parents Joanna, Julie and Stan together with Joanna's friends Keith and Deirdre were helping Len in the kitchen. Most of them were standing around talking but Joanna and Stan were scrubbing pots and pans with Len. It was easy enough to tell by touch when they were clean and Len's role was more to supply the dirty and take the clean. Never enthusiastic about washing up, he left them to dry overnight rather than waste his strength or time in drying them. Keith was making some suggestions regarding livestock and Len was listening while he was rubbing his wife's not so tight buns, childishly delighting in the knowledge that he could get away with it provided she kept quiet. She reached a wet hand down and squeezed his cock through his pants in turn. "In the long run you are going to need farm animals. Fortunately there are plenty around the place and some will wait for you to get them. Sheep and cows out in pasture will be okay but it would be useful to get some dairy cattle in before they dry up." "Dry up?" asked Joanna. "If they aren't milked for a while they stop producing until they have another calf. We can probably find stores of cheese to keep us going for a while but fresh milk would be better than raiding drug and health stores for calcium supplements." "Okay", said Stan, "we've pencilled in our herd of cattle what else?" "There are a number of farms where the animals are caged or penned in; chickens are likely to die if they aren't fed in the next day or so. Both they and pigs would probably end up as cannibals. The chickens could be let free to fend but we may as well be getting the eggs. I don't think I'd like to see the results of pigs being set free after they've been going wild for a few years; a pig's smart and wild boars or a sow with piglets are not to be encountered lightly." No-one said he wasn't likely to ever see a pig, wild or not but most thought it. "If you're talking about cages and pens what about the zoo?" Deirdre's comment stirred them up a bit. Her husband answered first. "You can't just let exotic animals go free. They could upset the local balance or spread diseases. And I certainly don't want to meet a tiger on the middle of Main Street." "Most of them are healthier than the wild ones", she countered but was willing to concede that man had stuffed up the ecological balance with his thoughtless introductions both animal and vegetable that she didn't want to be responsible for any more. Having been given yet a few more things to think over Len led them back to the gym; he needed to get some sleep if he was going to cope with another full day tomorrow. ***************************************************