Quaranteam
Copyright© 2026 by CorruptingPower
Chapter 10
Science Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 10 - When a global pandemic begins to wipe out all the men on the planet, a C-list fantasy author stumbles into a government research program designed to help keep men alive by partnering them up with as many women as possible.
Caution: This Science Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Fa/Fa Mult Romantic BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Rags To Riches Science Fiction Post Apocalypse Harem Polygamy/Polyamory Interracial Oriental Female Hispanic Female Indian Female Anal Sex Cream Pie Exhibitionism First Oral Sex Squirting Politics
September 27th, 2020
Andy felt embarrassed just walking in the front door. The house – no, the place could only be fairly called a mansion – the mansion was his, but even thinking that was strange. He’d never set foot in a mansion before and now he was going to be calling this one home.
It was his; how weird was that?
From the entryway he could see a pair of stairs leading upwards and doorways on either side, as well as one in the middle. Eric and his girls were waiting outside, but the woman in the fatigues had insisted she give Andy and his partners a tour of his new home before she took Eric and his partners to their new house. The tours would also serve as a briefing on New Eden.
“There’s a hundred houses in the complex, all of which are behind fences and gates, so there’s a gatekeeper making sure no one goes in or out who isn’t supposed to be,” the woman said as she started leading Andy upstairs. Aisling was coming with him, while Lauren and Niko were exploring the ground floor. “Now obviously we realize that military police not allowing you off the grounds can sound like a prison, so we want to make sure it’s the most gilded prison you ever live in.”
“How strict is the entrance/exit policy?”
The woman clicked her tongue, as if considering how to answer. “You aren’t going to be permitted to leave the premises of New Eden until you and the rest of the country have been vaccinated. That’s the current plan anyway, but everything is massively in flux. Everyone here is considered essential, so we don’t want any risks. Once everyone’s vaccinated and protected, then the gates will keep guard, but they’ll shift to private contractors from US military. And you and your new family retain your new property permanently.”
“You mean the house, right?” Aisling asked.
“The house, the land, the cars...”
“Cars?” Andy said.
“Right,” the woman said, snapping her fingers. “The garage has five Teslas in it – two Model S’s, two Model X’s and one Model 3. We wanted to give you some options, and make sure you were going to have enough transportation to take care of everyone in the home. We don’t have a gas station in New Eden for anything other than military vehicles, so everything’s electric.”
“Every person getting their own car seems a bit much, don’t you think?”
The woman turned back to look at them as they reached the third story landing, her expression suddenly looking a bit more concerned. “I’m sorry, Mr. Rook. Did they not give you a briefing before you arrived?”
“They rolled up to our house, gave us five minutes to load whatever we could into the car and brought us immediately here. We were told someone else would bring the rest of our things in later.”
“Ah yes, they did say they were going to have to be a bit more abrupt with the last few waves of men being brought in,” the woman said, taking in this new bit of knowledge. “We’ve lost a lot of men, so we’re having to protect the ones we do have alive still rather strictly. So, I suppose it falls on me to tell you that you’re going to have a few more partners than originally anticipated, and maybe a little outside of your original parameters.”
“Are you joining our family?” Aisling asked the woman.
She laughed pleasantly, waving a hand in their direction. “No, don’t be silly. I’m Major Peters. I guess you could consider me the mayor’s wife. Well, one of them, anyway. I’m very much spoken for, and besides, you’re going to have more than enough to keep yourself busy.”
“Are there new girls arriving soon?”
“Soon? You could say that. In addition to the ones already here.”
“What do you mean already here?”
“Well, in addition to new partners who should be arriving relatively soon, there’s the staff, who will also be tending to you sexually, but would like to remain on a professional level.”
Andy and Aisling both stopped in their tracks. They were walking down a very lush hallway and had passed one bedroom already that at a glance was at least four times the size of the living room in their old condo. “Wait, what does that even mean?”
“The women who serve on the staff, they...” she trailed off for a moment, as if trying to figure out how to phrase it. “Their sexual fetish is to be servants, so while they will happily sate your sexual needs, they do not want romantic or emotional entanglements with you or with your other girls, Mr. Rook. That isn’t to say you can’t impregnate them, naturally.”
The last word caught Andy off guard the most and he was glad Aisling repeated it, because he thought that if he spoke, his voice might crack. “Naturally?”
The major smiled at them, as if their confusion was naive. “You’re going to have to help repopulate the country, Mr. Rook. That means you should, on average, have between one and three children with each woman you’re engaging in intercourse with. This includes your staff, and while you will be their father, they may or may not take on your last name, depending on what each of your partners wants to do. We expect that as your household grows, you may find individual women will be carving out individual roles for themselves.”
“Roles?” Aisling asked, caution in her voice. “What’s that all about?”
“So, you’re about a month behind the mayor on the advancement timeline. In the last few weeks, he’s had to have the women in his life define their positions in his house. For example, he has five wives, one of which has decided for herself that she’s going to be the primary homemaker. Another has taken on the role of his executive assistant. I’m the military liaison, being that I was already an officer on the base, and I’m also helping coordinate the affairs of New Eden. He also has three women who aren’t interested in being wives, so they consider themselves concubines. There’s also four women on his staff who tend to his estate.”
“How many people do I have on staff?”
“Three, Mr. Rook. You have Katie, who is your gardener, Jennifer, who is your cook, and Yvette, who is your maid.”
“Okay, now you’re just fucking with me,” Andy said, putting his hand on his hip with snarky expression on his face. “Yvette? Really? C’mon. Don’t kid a kidder.”
Major Peters smirked. “She’s downstairs. You’ll meet all of them at the end of the tour.” She turned and continued walking. “This way to the master bedroom.”
They continued down the hallway and reached the end of the hallway. The master bedroom wasn’t just large, it was obscene. It was larger than the entire condo they’d just left, and then some. The bed was larger than any bed he’d ever seen before. “Jesus, I didn’t even know they made beds that big.”
“They don’t, normally. It’s actually two king sized beds pushed together, but we’ve made custom sheets for them. You should be able to fit most of your partners in the bed if you like, although you’ll likely find that some of them may want their own bedroom. There won’t be enough bedrooms for every woman to have her own, naturally, but at least some of them will have that option, at least until the children start arriving.”
“How many bedrooms does this place have?”
“Twelve, in addition to fifteen bathrooms, three living rooms, the kitchen, the pantry, the gym, the home theater, four offices and the guest house out back on the other side of the pool.”
Aisling’s eyes widened a little. “We have our own pool?”
“Heated, yes. With hot tub, naturally. Katie will tend to the pool as well as the grounds. Two of the bedrooms have been converted into servants’ quarters. Katie and Jennifer share one, and Yvette has the other.”
“Wait, they share one?”
“They’re a couple, yes, Miss Blake. Pre-existing partners.”
“And you’re sure they’re okay with this?”
“They want to survive, Miss Blake,” Major Peters sniffed, an odd expression crossing her face. “Just like the rest of us. They may not be thrilled, but they’ll adapt. We do what we must to survive.”
“How many of you sleep with the mayor?” Andy asked. “How many wives does he have, versus partners or just sexual connections, I guess?”
“We’ve decided in our house that any more than five people in a bed is untenable for us, but that’s our personal preferences, and each household must make that decision on their own. Why, one of the groups that moved in a week or so ago, the women decided they only wanted to sleep with their shared man one at a time, so each night, there’s a different woman in the bed with him, and the rest are off in other rooms. In another, all ten of them sleep in one bed all the time. As long as no one gets permanently hurt, we don’t judge.”
“Hang on, what do you mean ‘permanently?’” Aisling asked.
“Obviously, different people like different things. We were a little worried when the Blackwells moved in, simply because a couple of the women had bruises on them, so we pulled them aside and interviewed them away from their male partner, only to find that the women, ahem, were very much into that sort of thing. They knew their limits and they repeatedly assured us it wasn’t any real damage. While laughing about it, no less. But they understood our concerns. And we will respect their wishes. People have kinks. We must be open and accepting of that here in New Eden.”