Quaranteam
Copyright© 2026 by CorruptingPower
Chapter 11
Science Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 11 - 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
For the next hour or so, Andy explored the house on his own while the girls moved things from the car into the house, as well as letting the cats loose into a small part of their new environment. He wasn’t sure who was more overwhelmed, himself or the cats.
(Andy had repeatedly offered to help the girls move things into the house, but they’d insisted he’d only misplace things where nobody could find them, and they’d shooed him off to go explore the new structure, since one of them had to.)
The building was immense, feeling both warm and alien all at the same time. Mostly, though, the space felt incomplete. It was a home that had been decorated by a real estate agent, not by someone looking to live in it. Everything was arranged for show and not for actual use. He wanted to reorganize everything but wasn’t even sure where to start. He knew he was going to need to start somewhere though otherwise he was going to crazy within a matter of days.
He wandered into the gym first and found it stocked with free weights, resistance machines and a small aerobics area. All the machines were in pristine condition, never used. Looking at himself in the mirror, he wasn’t even sure he recognized himself in this new home.
Andy strolled out of the gym and found one of the apparently three living rooms in the house, this one equipped with a wet bar off to one side. There were several couches and a handful of lounge chairs arranged around the middle. Without warning, Muninn hopped up from behind one of the couches onto the back of it, which startled the hell out of Andy. As soon as the cat saw him, however, he sauntered over in Andy’s direction. Andy moved closer and pet his cat, who gave a healthy purr in response. “Yeah, I know, Mun. It’s weird for me too. But we live here now, so explore away.”
“Are ya freaked out?” Aisling said to him as she moved into the room. “It’s just a home.”
“That’s just it, Ash,” he sighed. “It is a home, but it’s not my home, not our home. Not yet. I’m sure I’ll get there at some point, but for right now it’s just reinforcing how weird all of this is. I mean, yesterday there were seven of us crammed into that little tiny condo, and now Eric lives down the street and we live ... here. In the kind of place I never even dreamed about.”
Aisling moved over with a soft sympathetic smile. She wrapped her arms around him and held Andy in an inviting hug for a long moment, which put him a little more at ease. Ash had learned early on that physical contact typically made him feel better and was working to drive that point home to the other two. “The world’s changing, and we have t’ change with it, Andy. That means we’re all going t’ be a bit out of our comfort zones now and then but think of it this way – you can make one of these bedrooms into a full-on study, and line the walls with bookshelves, like you said you’d always wanted to do. We’ll put your desk in there, and you can turn it into a writer’s cozy, a space where you can go and work on your next book and nobody’ll bother you. What’s wrong with that?”
“Nothing! There’s nothing wrong with that, Ash,” he said with a weird, almost incredulous laugh. “There’s nothing wrong with any of this, except for the fact that I didn’t really earn any of it.”
“Luv,” she said to him, “most of the people who get lucky in life, it was right place right time, and all they did was have th’ good sense not to muck it up. That’s what you’re doing here. You were in the right place at the right time, and you had the good sense to let me into your bed. And I’ve been good to you, haven’t I?”
“Oh God. Ash. You and Lauren and Niko have all been amazing. Far better than I deserve...”
“There’ll be none of that, mister,” she scolded, slapping his shoulder. “You’ve been grand to all of us, and you’ve helped Eric and Lily get their shit sorted out. You saw how appreciative Jenny was once you’d helped Eric and Lily get her out of the hole she’d dug herself into. You could’ve been a right shite about alla this, but instead you’ve been a stand-up guy. So, take a deep breath.”
Andy stopped and took a deep breath. “It didn’t help much.”
“It helped a little?” she asked, optimistically.
“Okay, it helped a little.”
“Are you more bothered by the house, the staff or the fact that there’s going to be a lot more women moving into our lives?”
“Jesus,” he laughed, sort of astonished about how calm she was being about all of this. “It’s a lot of women, Ash.”
“It will be a lot of women, Andy. Yes, that’s absolutely true, but we’ll manage it. Besides, the house is nice, isn’t it?”
“Understating things a bit, aren’t you Ash?”
“Fine,” she said with a wry grin, rolling her eyes in his direction. “It’s a bloody magnificent place. Just in the tour alone, I wanted to strip down to my knickers and socks and play ‘Risky Business’ so if you hear ‘Old Time Rock’n’Roll’ blaring from the hi-fi, look both ways when walking through th’ hallways in case I’m scootin’ by.”
“You’re changing the subject.”
“It’ll be fine, Andy. Just stop worrying and enjoy this.” She moved to sit down in the couch and picked up a remote control from the coffee table in front of it. She looked around the room for a moment before she finally just pressed the power button on it, to see what happened. From a small overhang across the room, a giant television dropped down and turned on, as concealed speakers all around the room hummed to life. “That is hell of a television.”
Andy moved to slump down onto the couch next to her, throwing an arm around her shoulders. “And just think, this isn’t even the theater room. Let’s just relax for a little bit and watch some TV.”
Apparently, whoever had set up their house had given them a deluxe cable package, with every optional channel Andy could think of, and loads he’d never even heard of. They settled on SpikeTV, which was in the middle of a James Bond marathon. They were showing “Goldeneye” and they’d had the luck to turn on right at the beginning.
“I’ve always loved Brosnan as Bond,” Aisling said to him a few hours later, as the movie was over. “I don’t know that he’s the best Bond, but he’s my Bond. You?”
“He was great, but I’ve always been a Connery man myself.”
“You Americans, you all have your own Bond, much like those of us across the pond have our own Doctor. You a fan of Doctor Who, luv?”
Andy smirked wryly. “Tom Baker, but if I’m honest, I could watch David Tennant in anything. I watched “Good Omens” last year at least three times. I’m guessing you’re a Capaldi girl.”
“Chris Eccleston’s my Doctor,” Aisling said. “But I’m glad you didn’t say I should be a Matt Smith girl, just because he had a ginger companion.”
Andy shook his head. “So did Tennant, but neither of them were Irish. Catherine Tate’s British and Karen Gillan’s Scottish. I’m not an idiot, love.”
“Bless, Andy,” she whispered, as she kissed his cheek. “It’s so strange. I feel like I’m missing time, what with all the holidays we’ve basically skipped over. I was getting my first injections towards the end of June, but I don’t remember hearing any crackers in the sky for July 4th a few weeks later. Were there any? Do you remember?”
“None that I could see or hear, Ash. Halloween’s just around the corner. Maybe now that we’re in a gated community we’ll get trick or treaters.”
“You think there’s children in the estates?”
“No idea. I’m not really sure what to expect here. We’ve barely seen the house, much less the attached town.”
“That’s going to be just as strange. People we can sit and talk with. Restaurants we can go and have dinner in. A movie theater filled with guaranteed not-sick-people. It all sounds so wonderful.”
“I’ll talk to Eric, maybe we can get a Halloween costume party together.”
Aisling cooed at him. “That sounds wonderful.” She glanced over his shoulder. “Looks like your maid is here.”
Andy looked back over his shoulder and saw Yvette standing there, nervously shifting back and forth, before he chuckled and curled a finger in her direction. “C’mon, Yvette. You look like you’ve got something you want to say.”
“Simply a request Master. I and the rest of your staff, well, we are having trouble keeping our heads clear. We do not wish to pressure you, naturally, but the longer you wait before imprinting us the more difficulty we will have executing our responsibilities around the home. It is getting hard to focus.”
He removed his arm from around Aisling and rose to his feet, a wry smile on his face. “I’ll say. I can’t help but think about something Groucho Marx once said to his brother Chico.”
“I’m sorry, I don’t know who those people are, Master.”
“Comedians. Groucho is the one with the bushy eyebrows and greasepaint mustache. Chico used to pretend to be Italian. Groucho would occasionally say to him... ‘Chico, I think your accent is slipping.’” Andy grinned as he approached her. “Is your name really Yvette?”
The maid visibly blanched. “Am I in trouble?”
“Answer the question,” Aisling said, getting off the couch, heading to join them.
“No, madam. It’s Nicolette.”
“Are you actually French?” Andy asked.
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