Jills Fire

Jills Fire Chapter 9

by roccodadom44

roccodadom6969@yahoo.com

WARNING this tale contains all sorts of bad shit, snuff, underaged, torture, gay, scat, if this bothers you, please go elsewhwere...rocco

Robert and Sarah would have first watch, four hours of monitoring the perimeter from the wall of video screens in the bunker, boring, but fuck important. Jan and Grover were taking Tommy to bed, he wanted it both ways, my bi baby, he was still undecided about his sexuality, good for him. He had become de facto Chief Petty Officer, CPO, the boss of the grunts, at sixteen, pretty fuck proud of him, kid could lead, he wasn't mean, tough as nails yes, but he knew how to make people do hard shit, get those people to feel lucky that they did it, thats a gift in and of itself. Realized that was his true gift, running all the little shit, freeing Jill and I to think big, this thing big, lots to think.

    Bobby and Joanie were off, reading to each other, tech manuals, like it was poetry, to them it was, their power strong. Their nerdiness was really their power, freed them to obsess over computers, not miss social interaction, that they were a couple accepted, Joanie had already asked Jill if Bobby could impregnate her, Joanie wanted Bobbys seed, knew they would produce a super child. We decided if things mellowed over by Christmas, the girls would all get knocked up, have babies around September, not ideal to be preggers in the summer, but Jill sensed a need to carry on with life.

  Trevor helping Ronnie dry Jrs skin, she would use it to cover a pair of boots for Queen Jill, they seemed right for each other, his reticense, a really not here quality, made for Ronnies easy, energetic spirit, they balanced each others extremes, his kissing her, Jills smile large at her children, he was freaky beautiful, with his armour off, his body ripped, she was all fuck pig, no one could look at her body and not want her, the bulge in Trevors leather pants large, Ronnie was going to be one happy piggy, she was so turned on, her cunt leaked, her nipples throbbed, skin flushed red as her thick bush, her lips parted, tongue licking them, as if she were thirsty.

  We took our time, Cain and I massaging Jill, lots of kisses, body licks, her moans driving us, our cocks throbbing with want, her pulling Cain to her, his cock buried in her pussy, I knew where I was headed, went slow up her butt, we didn't do that much, her sphincter relaxed, I was in, Jill was full of cock, her sighs, told us to get to it, we did, fucking her legless, her cums many, our cocks rubbing between her thin walls, how we hugged Jill in our love sandwich, our mutual cums intense, we flooded her with our semen, her final orgasm a holler fest, Jill was sated, we were sated, Cain snoring softly, not so much as a goodnight, little selfish bugger, though we agreed, he was one well hung kid, his meat still impressive, skin still shiny with Jills juice,mm mm.

  Both of us restless, mutual consent, we enjoyed sex with Cain, didn't want to share a bed with him, whereas Jill gave off such comforting waves of heat, Cain shivered you, the boy had issues, we agreed it was there, Jill knew it had to be, was meant to be, so be it. Cain was among us for a purpose, we all had roles to fill, would see what Cain brough to the party. We showered, lots of tenderness, she was still tingling from her multiple cums, felt good to have this time alone, her promise, I was still the one, always the one, her giggle, vision of us married soon, her preggers, all the women preggers, life would survive, her sureness so calming to me, we were on the side of righteousness, that allows the confidence to flow.

  We dressed in matching  ACUs, combat fatigues, winter issue, handguns strapped, armored up, MP5s ready, decided to go for a late night stroll, Sarah and Robert on the ball, showing us the tape they copied, a gray wolf, very rare for New England, it was a beast, where most grays were about eighty pounds this fucker had to be two hundred  pounds, looked all muscle, the way it was circling our perimeter, like it was calling us, weird. Jill got Cammy up, she had been brushing Freds hair, weird was all relative around here. Didn't think Fred would last long against the beast on the video, but we had Cammy, she would know what to do, our resident Dr Doolittle.

   Jill and I carried our MP5s, Cammy asking to go ahead with Fred, they would talk to the wolf, that it didn't sound strange, strange. Tough call, but Jill let her go, saw a good outcome, her giggle, an oversized gray wolf didn't just show up on our doorstep, he was sent. The beauty of Bobby and Joanie, we could follow Cammy on our Blackberrys, split the screen, could see the big bad wolf, jesus, he was the perfect wolf, strutting like a lion, king of the forest. His eyes bright red, like laser beams, his teeth shiny white, like a rack of razor sharp knives, his body, Jesus, throw a tank top on him, like he belonged on a beach in California, all chiseled muscle, pure predator.

   Fred was all tense, his tail stiff, back arched, growl low, Cammy pointed, he lay, as she approached the wolf, she had balls, she had power, the wolf was up to her neck, four feet of beast, outweighed her, but she was magic, we couldn't pick up her words, the nearest mike distorted, but what we heard was foreign, mix of howls, words sounding French, much circling by Cam and the wolf, ending with the huge bastard haunching down, Cammy got on his massive back, he carried her, she rode him like some trippy cowgirl, her bared tits swinging sexy, her Uzi tightly held, Fred by their side, stepping up the weird, Jill, giggling as ever, asking what's so strange about a half dressed girl riding a freaky huge wolf, her pet fox close behind, all normal for this neck of the woods.

  The wolfs name was Marcel, he was from Canada, a frogger, go figure, had come to warn Jill, evil knew her name, that was Cammys interpretation, Marcel warning that the evil ones were many, rabid, but that one was special, Lucy he called her, though he couldn't see her, when he felt her presence, his minds eye went dark, he would be as in a stupor, had to will the dark gone, his fear of Lucy deep. He also told us, or rather barked and howled to us, Cammy putting words to it, that she adopted a french accent cute, men in blue were going to attack tomorrow. Even though it was serious, serious as shit, Jill had to crack that she hoped it wasn't Blue Man Group, better to die violently than be bored to death by pretend hipsters.

Marcel was gentle to Fred, who obviously adored the big wolf, like the scrawny runt getting to pal with the class jock, they were off, telling Cam they would patrol, not only watch for enemies, also find prey. Lot of shit to digest, Jill wanted solitude, needed it, her sleeping alone, I standing watch with Cammy, she was a wreck, worried about her boys, her term, wouldn't worry much about a freak monster wolf, we saw them from time to time on the cameras, how Marcel could move, all agility, all lethal muscle, a killing machine, glad he liked us, was of us.

    Bobbys hysterics, everyone scrambling, Jill up, disheveled, but calm, She knew why Bobby was freaking, he, she corrected herself, we had forgot about the GPS chip in the cop car, what Marcel said right, Maine Staties wore blue uniforms, the cops were obviously heading to the boarded up house, wow, sometimes the smallest things will kill you, that Marcel saved us was huge, we could trust him, Jill making sure Bobby realized we had all fucked up. My time, got everyone together, even our animal friends, had to tighten up, no more mistakes, they would be deadly from now on. Wanted everyone who went outside the bunker fully body armored, always carying their chosen weapons, always wearing their helmet, radio on, always ready for war.

   Had everyone but Ronnie and Mom sleep, they would watch for the rest of the night, as they would stay in the bunker, a last line of defense, Ronnie could operate the mounted M2, supplied by a 500 round box, Mom had several fragment grenades hooked on her ammo belt, thats all she wore, she was happy to be included, Jill making one more attempt to save Mom. Marcel wouldn't sleep in the bunker, Fred joined him, they lay together, near the steel door, their body heat warming each other, Marcel told Cammy he needed space, wasn't a damn house dog, that's funny. In our room Jill and I made slow love, she was weepy, felt the strain of responsibility, who wouldn't, I loved that I could comfort her, she was giggling in no time, my tickles helping, how good she felt to me, her warmth my pacifier, her need for me my salvation, she straddled me, her glorious tits mesmerizing me, rode me hard, like she wanted my fat cock to hurt her, she needed her rough daddy, needed to feel some pain, I took her over my knee, gave her a heavy spanking, her moans sexy, her ass glowing red, on fire, her cunt leaking mad, holding on to one of her tits as I whooped her ass, sweet, her skin that of a Goddess.

  We slept solid, woke refreshed, our kiss deep, we fucked our favorite way, missionary, our foreheads together, eyes so close we could see each others souls, almost, we could read each others minds, swear we passed thoughts, we would get close to cumming, stop, whispers, kisses, jokes, the world at bay, just us, how strong this made us. I could feel my muscles growing, hardening, as if she gave me strength, felt like I was twenty five again, could fight for days energized, her feeling I gave her wisdom, her brain absorbing all my experiences, we made each other whole. Our orgasms perfect, she did her tongue thing, slightly out of her parted, full red lips, so sexy, her nipples looked ready to burst they were so hard, pink gumdrops, her supple body tensed so erotic, white flesh displayed, all woman, my woman.

  The shower always nice, soaping her body a joy, she had the sweetest nooks and crannies, love to just feel her womanly hips, the way they flared out, veed down to her perfect cunt, her thighs soft as air, her feet, her giggles as I professed my undying love of her sexy, big feet, she dug that I loved her as is, why not, Jill was perfect, she was a perfect woman, that she was a Queen, made her divine, I slept with a real Goddess, telling her that I was going to get a bumper sticker that said that, her giggle, fuck sleeping, she wanted me again, right in the steamy shower, her legs around my waist, I banged her, an animal rutting, our cums explosive, her trying to suck my face off, her soft breasts against my chest, legs squeezing me tight, her cunt holding my cock hostage, her tender words, that we all be safe today, my promise to protect her at all costs, her modesty, my facts, she had to lead us, sorry, I wasn't in her league, didn't have visions, I had common sense, could figure it out, Jill needed to destroy Lucy, almost as if it was a wild west showdown, one on one, high noon, her soft gasp, she dreamed that, her not taking it serious, because of the western theme, thought she was dreaming about some fag cowboy movie, wow, her kiss inspired, she figured we were both growing together, her King she called me, as ever, she was my Queen, our giggles, her seriousness, it was time, enough said.

  Nice to see everyone dressed, except Mom and Cain, who claimed he was ill, couldn't fight today, I was outraged, as ever, Jill worked me down, she was glad, Cain had made himself visible, no doubt he was here for dubious reasons. He went back to bed, the fag, I secured his door, a steel door, Cain was sleeping in till we returned, told Ronnie to waste him if he escaped the room, no time to play his game, he was poison, his beauty, charm a front, behind the pretty, was deep ugly. Our warriors looked ready, but not to ready, there is such a thing in combat, better to have some fear, made you aware, otherwordly aware, like it was a sixth sense. Glad it was winter, with all our gear on we would struggle in the heat, only an inch of snow cover, just enough to track or be tracked, we had three snomobiles, that was six riders, Robert and Sarah on one, Tommy and Cammy another, with Marcel and Fred following, and Jill and I the last, we would assault the invaders. I spread the others out in the woods, a ring around our old house, to flank us, also as a reserve, to attack on call.

Jan and Grover had the SAM with them, would dispatch any air cover the smokies had, Bobby and Joanie were armed to the teeth, they had one of the M2 machine guns with them, on a tripod, ready to rip away, Trevor would patrol alone, his preferred way, lone wolf, he looked like a one man fuck army, with his shotguns strapped on, his black leather coat stylish and practical, lined with Kevlar, he would rush to fill any gaps in our lines, important to keep the Staties in front of us. Felt like we had everything covered as best as we could. We let Marcel and Fred check out the area where we left the cop car, they quickly reported to Cam, two men in the woods otherside of the house, Marcel scented many more close by. Left the loud snow machines, we snuck through the minefield, Cammy telling us, Marcel could sense the mines, smart wolf, we took up positions in the tree line, near the house, Jills sigh, the house would burn today, sad, we had loved that place, our place, told her I would buy her a Castle, her giggle, she rather liked the bunker, felt secure, a home for our time.

I could see the dummy, he was fully body armored, but he stood out like a sore thumb, dark blue he wore, we were all in our winter ACUs, blended into the white dusted tree line, professional warriors, Tommys voice, the fucker was mere feet from a mine, two steps this way, boom, Jills chant, come on, he did, it did, BOOM,all the body armor in the fuck world wasn't going to save his ass, took a minute, a real minute for his fragments to settle.

  They were quick, at least twenty, all dressed to kill, my pep talk, use caution, but remember these were Staties, most of them out of shape slobs, sat behind a steering wheel, dealt with wife beaters and drunks, we would win if we fought smart, already Robert spotted the leader, he had gold braid on his collar, loser, just like the Brits in '76, the officers standing out like glowing targets. Sarah got him, long shot, through his soft, exposed throat, his head almost snapping off, blood spewing from his mouth and neck, Sarah didn't miss, ever. The others were spooked, stopped their forward movement, started firing at whatever, though we were all in that fire line, we dug in, let them waste their power, unnerving as ever to stay stil while lead crashed all around, impulse always there to run, no one did, my warriors.

  Bound to happen, Robert took a bullet, right bicep, not life threatening, but we realized we had no doctor, that would have to be rectified. Gave the order, pick targets, we unleashed a holy volley, seven fucks were sprawled, the others ran, cowards, left their wounded, one of the retreaters stepped on a mine, see ya, another down from the concussion. Marcel and Fred got one of the fuckers fleeing, let them have their fun, as they savaged the screaming lunatic, Marcel had his midsection in his over sized jaws, thrashing the fuck around like a ragdoll, snapping his back, spilling his entrails, as Fred nipped at him, chewing off a hunk of face, good wolf and fox, mean wolf and fox.

  There were three fucks living, called in the flankers, we would follow the tracks of the cops, make sure they cleared out, first had Bobby get the GPS chip out of the cop car, kidded Jill the house still stood, her sarcastic grin, giggle, hand to her ear, I got it, heard them, got everyone mounted, into the deep woods, they had called air cover, our giggles, it was a helicopter, machine gun mounted, but it was only a copter, Let Grover and Jan work the SAM, fuck not fast enough, the assholes had dropped a bomb on our house, a big fuck bomb, we felt the blast a quarter mile away, the house didn't exist anymore, just a twenty foot deep smoldering crater, the debris still descending to earth, Jill giggling, wondering if we have bomb insurance. We didn't miss with the Sam either, the copter doing it's best fireball impersonation, one of the pigs sailing to earth, his body a human torch, everyone cheering, my loud knock it off, didn't need loud cheering in my head, already wondering what would happen if they called in Navy bombers, even if we survived, this beautiful world would be reduced to smoldering nothing.

The cops had packed up, retreated down the road, still didn't believe they left their comrades, bad karma for them, that was every warriors pledge, never to leave their pals behind, we were facing evil, immoral fucks for sure. Made the call, Jill and I, Tommy and Cammy, and her full of fresh meat animals would try to find a doctor, Roberts wound clean, Jills hands made it glow, it semed to shrink, his smile, he could feel her love, that's comforting, we had powers, not just firepower, we all felt we had right on our side, that's real power. Robert and the others headed to the bunker with the three wounded Staties, who we stripped first, looking for any GPS chips, the kids teasing them, how we were man eaters. One was not going to live, his head wound serious, the other two would, told Robert to medicate them, secure them, treat them like proper POWs, no rough stuff, hostages are good. Ronnie would treat Papas wound further, the others would begin setting up small fire stations, concealed, protected with logs and metal, places for us to dig in, fight off whoever, still worried about air bombardment, but at least this kept everyone busy. Trevor would take his Harley,tire chains clanging on the frozen dirt road, head to Solon, tiny town nearby, Jills confidence, someone special was waiting for Trevor, her kiss for him deep, they glowed, so beautiful they were, He was off, an over the top Fonz for the age of violence.

  As we headed to Kingfield, hoping to find a doctor at the small medical building, Jill was seated behind me on the snomoblie, her arms around my waist, felt good, knowing she was safe, Robert catching lead sobered us all, sure Jill calmed the wound somewhat, but a head shot would be different, fighting soldiers, instead of faggy Staties, who were more interested in how much overtime they made, would be different. Still had time to dig the scenery, the snow, it was light flurries, making the evergreens even more beautiful, the stillness of rural Maine its own beauty, the smell of wet snow, mixed with pine, happied our noses, Jills hard hug, we were talking through our minds again, quite intoxicating, we were becoming Gods.

  We stayed off the roads, used trails to get to town, the main road was heavy with fleeing souls, like the Dust Bowl migrations of early last century, Jill wondering why people took furniture, what the fuck were they thinking, our society was slipping away, United States becoming undone for ever, and they clung to imitation wood, stapled crap, fuck them, as long as they kept moving, they were, Bobby and Joanie learning from Ham radio losers, people were being told to head to northern Vermont, a huge tent city being opened, they would be fed and sheltered, sheep to slaughter, rounding up the undesirables, any one who willingly entered a refugee camp deserved death, there were vacant homes every where up here, no skiers clogging the streets, the chalets empty, but these fools wanted someone to tell them what to do, save them, they feared the real game, survival of the fittest, that was the end game, call it Darwins game.

   We burst from the woods, snow machines racing, guns blazing, a large group of hooligans trying to pillage the stately Herbert hotel, a ring of bloody cops blocking them, see, we could be on the side of law and order, we must of mowed down a hundred fags, Marcel and Fred had hardons, Marcels cock at least a foot long, they really did, their blood lust so high, Marcels teeth blood stained, how he could snap a full grown man in half, but when Cammy got on his back, made a charge through the panicked mob, her Uzi laying down souls, like she was mowing down wheat, the way Marcel avoided the cops, instead headed back through the mob, at one point Marcel had two fags in his giant jaws, swinging them, battering others down, didn't know why, but we were gonna save the Herbert, Jills smile, something important lurked there, not for now, her wish to spare these cops, all of them locals, just neighbors with guns, they were awed by our powers, Jills word, they all hung on every word, that she was almost seventeen not even considered, we would leave them be, if they left us to our compound. They weren't fools, wanted to go protect their families, though several had decided to take over the Herbert, turn it into a block house of sorts, planning to cement up the ground floor windows, fortify the entrances, Jills sureness, this was to be, we left on good terms, Jills gift, we would give them one of the M2s, the cops all mesmerised by Jills beauty, her obvious Queenness, some of the wives gave us baked pies, we didn't giggle, didn't mock, were touched, beauty peeking out amongst the ugly, all agreed we would take back boring old, isolated, nothing much ever happens Maine, any day.

     We saw him, stooped over a wounded woman, Jill knew, called him by his full name, Dr Augustus Greenberg, he looked like a troll, shrunken, tiny, he had to be a hundred. My look, Jills shrug, when she knew she knew, maybe not why, but she knew this old fuck was our guy. He was quick, limber, his body all hard wired, Christ, he was the most vibrant ancient dude ever. Tommy cracking to Jill, were we opening a nursing home or what, He didn't fly, just seemed to, that's how fast the doctor was on Tommy, had him down, appeared to be pinching Tommys skull, freaky, swore his fingers entered Tommys skull, the way he froze, as if a button turned off, Jills giggle, the doctor had stilled Toms cereberal cortex, temporarily stilling the ever energetic Tommy boy, Jills quip, that was good medicine. She hugged the doctor, kissed his bald head, he groped her tits, her giggles, said his cock was rock hard, seemed oversized, his wizened voice, the doctor could still deliver, we all dug this merry senior, his healing powers strong, his brain a perfect reasoning machine, could see shit, knew Jill, his laugh, she was even more beautiful in person, her blush, great grand dad could dance the pussy.

He freed Tommy, who appeared a little dazed, but all right, Doc kissed Tommy, told him he was quite beautiful, our boy about passed out with joy, the doctor picked up his black bag, told Jill he would drive to the bunker, knew where it was, getting silly, if everyone knew where we were what the fuck was the point of hiding, Jills point, the right people knew, hopefully, only them. Docs insistance he would bring his wife, his joking, we fuck hoped, that she had robbed the cradle marrying him, he was off, precise steps, walking through screaming, blood drenched carnage, his green fedora, a nice touch, from the rear he appeared young, able, virile, strange times these.

  Looking at all the spent bodies, the crows already feasting, much cawing, I wanted out of here, saddled everyone up, we were off, headed to the bunker, again, the refugees were never ending, an infinite line of misery, the stark truth, nothing could put the world back  together again, this was the new world, anarchy was all the rage. Saw a fag, he was one of the roamers, a few fuckers were away from the masses, obvious pillagers, this creep was trying to burn a barn, the animals long gone. Why Jill wanted to know, what the fuck was the point, cause he was evil, cause he was not of us, that was Marcels answer, through Cam, French accent intact. I told Marcel and Fred to get him, but bring him alive to the compound, they were both excited, Cammy telling them to behave, their asses swinging to beat the band, they wanted to please us, that is a good thing, again, Marcel was a freak, a perfect kill machine, they were off, the fag was betweeen Marcels massive jaws, screaming, Fred happily trailing his pal, we would use the creep for a little entertainment, evil needed to be savaged, not just stopped.