Chapter 21: One Man’s Army

Sunday, August 20th, 2006, Mount Union, Pennsylvania

I was as glad to see all of my girls as they were me, and I took a moment to thoroughly kiss each one for a few seconds. I even grabbed a startled Angie, laying a passionate one on her. She reluctantly gave in after a moment, and I took full advantage, cupping her ass and squeezing, enjoying the feel of it. For her to accept this much public affection, she must be more distraught than she was letting on. She even moaned a little when I broke the kiss before glaring at me as she turned away haughtily. She hated being embarrassed, and I’d just done so. She was still partially in denial about her growing feelings for me and always either changed the subject or vehemently denied having any whatsoever when the other girls brought it up.

“I wish I knew which two assholes waterboarded me!” Heather griped as soon as she realized that all of the guards were under my control. “I’d cut their fucking balls off as soon as we were done with them!”

“You and me both,” growled Abby, “no one hurts my baby sister and gets away with it!”

“We don’t have time for that now, but I promise you both that as soon as we’re safe that I’ll find out for you. I’m super pissed about it too, Peanut. For now, though, put it aside, please,” I soothed. I turned to two of my new soldiers. “You and you, pass your Berettas to Alan and Don over there, and make sure to give them all of your clips,” I ordered.

“No worries, JJ,” Heather quipped as she snuggled into me and stole another quick kiss.

<Time to fulfill one of Abby’s fantasies.>

Fuck her! Fuck her right in the ass while everyone cheers you on! Then let everyone else take a turn! She’d love it!

<Fuck off! When you get your own body, you can find a woman and watch her get gangbanged all you want, but you’ll never catch one of my women with anyone’s dick in them besides mine! Fucker!>

Yeah, yeah. Prude. Anyway, enjoy yourself, she’ll love you for the thrill.

I pushed my way through the crowd, explaining what happened as I went. I grabbed Abby by the arm and dragged her behind me as I moved into the room with a real sense of urgency. I hated feeling drained; it caused me great anxiety now, almost like a panic attack.

“I’m running on empty, Snowflake, I need you,” I growled at my love as I spun her around and yanked her shorts down.

“Oh God, yes!” she hissed as she bent over and braced herself on one of the cots.

“Oooh! Fuck her good!” Heather giggled.

“Can I have a turn!” Stacy asked, blushing red when she realized that she was surrounded by other men.

“I’ll wait until we have a little more privacy, unless, of course, you absolutely needed me, Hunny-Bunny! Seeing as how this is Abby’s cup of tea, though, I’m very happy to let her be the one taking care of you right now,” Sheila tittered as she too blushed at being surrounded by a bunch of strange men.

“If I know my daughter, then she’s wetter than a half-drowned kitten sitting in a puddle in a rainstorm. This is her kink, definitely not mine,” Kelly laughed.

I semi-tuned everyone else out as I rammed my hard cock deep into my sister’s sopping wet snatch. We didn’t have long, so I simply went for a wham-bam, thank you ma’am, all-out fuck. Slamming into her as hard and fast as I could without hurting her. Maybe I had a bit of Abby’s exhibitionist streak because hearing all of the comments and seeing all of the guys staring at me with envy in their eyes as I fucked my gorgeous sister had me right on the edge faster than I’d have thought possible.

“Ahh, I see that your depravity has no bounds. Not even I could have pictured that you’d take the time to fuck your sister in a situation like this, but I guess when you grow up like an animal—you will always act like one. Rutting with your own flesh and blood, how deeply south of you—”

“Go fuck yourself, you evil sadistic son-of-a-bitch! I’m proud of my family! And by God, we have better morals than you! You sick torturer of children!” Kelly raged.

“Temper, temper, Mrs. O’Conner, or I’ll do even worse,” he said snidely. “I see that you have taken control of another six of my men. What happened to the other two that were stationed down there? Are they dead, or did they elude you? No matter, you can’t win, and you won’t escape. This is your last warning, surrender now or die. If you don’t proceed by yourself to the end of the hall, where the stairway is when you leave that room, then you’ll be met by live grenades and bullets—no one will be spared. Use your head wisely, O’Conner. You have six floors above you with nowhere but up to go.

“You are surrounded by enemies. I have over thirty men up here just waiting for you, and all access points are covered with more men on the way as we speak. If I have to, I’ll even call in an airstrike if I think that it means killing you and stopping you from getting back out into the public. Think of your loved ones, be smart,” voice number one stated with contempt as he sneeringly told me his thoughts about our chances to escape.

I ignored him, and no one else bothered to say a thing as I exploded with a guttural cry deep into Abby’s womb. I felt her shuddering with her own massive climax, and energy rushed into me, filling my ring and being with power. I pulled her upright, cupped her firm tits, and gave her a quick yet soul-searing kiss from over her shoulder.

“I need more! Stacy, you’re up, my sweet little Pixiedoll. I need you,” I grunted as I pulled out of Abby, my cum splattering on the floor at her feet.

“Okay,” Stacy squeaked with nervous excitement.

She hopped over in front of me, and I hastily yanked her shorts and panties right off; her sexy blushing was a serious turn-on. I grabbed her by her small, perfectly shaped ass and lifted her up off the ground, impaling her upon my cock that was still wet and sticky with mine and my sister’s combined fluids.

“¡Dios mío! Eres una bestia! Eres tan sexy Querido!” Maria muttered under her breath right next to me, her eyes fixated on where my cock was plowing into Stacy’s fourteen-year-old slit.

Stacy’s small yet surprisingly strong arms wrapped around my neck as I fucked her onto my cock. Her hot breathy moans were blowing past my ear as she clutched to me, turning me on almost as much as the feel of her tight teenaged snatch. I lost myself in her sexy pixie-like body. I loved how tiny she was. I wished that I had the time to fully strip her naked. I adored her small A-cup titties; her nipples were so puffy and sensitive. I loved sucking and nipping on them. She was so light, I knew that I could fuck her indefinitely without tiring. Same with my Peanut—I found their petiteness so sexy.

“Oh, God, Jake! This is so exciting! Everyone is watching,” she haltingly whispered in my ear between her hot panting breaths. “I’m gonna cum! You’re gonna make me cum! Oh, fuck!” she groaned out, much louder now that she was in her throes of passion.

She leaned away from me, her head flopping back and her arms straightening as her hands tightened their grip upon the back of my neck. I felt her pushing herself on me, trying to grind her pelvis even tighter, wanting me as deep as possible.

“Shit! Cum for me, Stace! I’m going to flood your tight little pussy! I’m cumming! Damn, this feels so good!” I barked out as I slammed her hard with each spurt. I felt ecstatic as another good-sized burst of power filled up my internal reservoir.

I reveled in the vice-like clutching of her muscles as she throbbed in time with my climax. Her juices splattered down my thighs, and tiny droplets of our combined fluids splashed onto my feet. Stacy’s sweet little cunt was gushing all over me with a particularly strong orgasm. As soon as my last dribble was milked out, I lifted her off my still hard cock and kissed her lovingly before letting her stumble into Heather’s arms.

“God, I really love you!” Stacy sighed to me with a euphoric grin on her face.

“Love you too, Babycakes,” I replied as I grinned at her. “You might want to put your panties and shorts back on. You’re starting to leak,” I pointed out with a salacious smirk.

Stacy blushed prettily as she glanced down to see where my cum was starting to drip down her inner thigh; it was already halfway to her knee. I looked around. It was impossible not to notice that the guys had hardons and that more than a couple of them were eyeing my sister and Stacy like pieces of meat.

“Here, lemme help,” Heather said as she scooped up Stacy’s panties, using them as a rag to wipe up her slimy mound and leg. “You don’t need these—just go commando. After all, we’re surrounded by them,” she laughed impishly.

“Hey! New guys! Stop looking at my women like they’re pieces of meat—”

“Hey! I like them looking!” Abby complained as she slapped my arm. “They just can’t touch,” she smirked haughtily.

I glanced at her, saw that my cum was running down both of her legs as well—only she wasn’t blushing or shy about it; she was flaunting it. She was standing a bit bow-legged, almost as if she was thrusting her freshly fucked snatch out for all to see. She certainly seemed in no hurry to get dressed again.

“Fine. Stop staring at Stacy like a piece of meat. You can ogle my slutty sister all you want instead,” I corrected with a shrug. I chuckled as she slapped me again while giggling.

“Hey! I’m only slutty for you, Bro!” she said mock sternly.

I rolled my eyes, “Get dressed, Abs, we gotta run.”

“Who’s the pretty nurse?” Angie asked with a hint of hostility.

“Oh, sorry, that’s Aimee. The assholes basically kidnapped her to be my nurse. I promised that I’d protect her—they were being shitheads to her the poor thing. Aimee, this is everyone; they can introduce themselves. Sorry but I don’t have time for niceties.”

“Hi,” Aimee said weakly, a tight, nervous smile creasing her face.

“Only you’d manage to find a hot chickita while being kidnapped and locked up by the CIA,” Violet laughed. “You’re safe here, Honey, well as safe as we can be while being surrounded by enemies, but I have faith that Jake will get us all out safely. I’m Violet,” she said as she reached out a hand.

Everyone quickly introduced themselves as I took mental stock of how many men I had versus what we were up against and contemplated my energy levels. I felt that this would have to do for now.

“So who’s the doctor then? Were they being assholes to him too?” Stacy asked.

“Nah, he’s one of the assholes. He was dumb enough to visit me in my room. Don’t worry, I own his evil ass now,” I replied with a sarcastic snort.

“But Jake! I must protest! I am not evil! I had no desire or designs to harm you or your loved ones! I am a man of science, and as a scientist, it is my duty to discover and learn all that I can in my particular field of study, which just happens to be in the metaphysical world...” Jenson started to drone on, managing to actually sound both hurt and offended.

“Stow it, Professor Farnsworth. We don’t have time for your bullshit. You were complicit in kidnapping an entire family, and you sat by and watched as a teenaged girl was tortured. You also had no problem with kidnapping Aimee here and using her for your so-called experiments as well. You just keep your mouth shut unless someone asks you something,” I barked at him viciously, causing him to cower back.

“Professor Farnsworth! I love Futurama! He does kinda look like him, doesn’t he?” Stacy giggled as she pulled her shorts up.

I feel much better now that you have some juice again. I get nervous when you’re too low, let alone completely out like that. At least, you do something about it right away now—you’ve come along way since leaving Quebec.

<Yeah, thanks. It took a minute to get it sunk into my thick skull that this shit is not only serious but mega serious. I know that you had told me that it was life and death and all of that, and even though we’d just killed a Demon and I knew that magic was real, I was still partly in denial. I don’t even feel like the same person anymore; that was the old me. Now, I start to panic if I’m out, and I feel super vulnerable and paranoid. It’s unnatural to have no power flowing through me; I can’t stand it. It’s funny how adaptable we humans are, how fast we can change, what we can quickly learn to accept. You’ve changed a little too. Your Tourettes seems to be muted. I’m almost starting to miss your ribald rhymes.>

It fades under stress. Always has. I guess it knows when it’s time to be serious. Don’t worry, I’ll regal you with some of my finer poetry soon enough.

I laughed in my head at his use of the word ‘finer’ as I turned my attention back to the crowd around me.

“To make things simple for everyone, you, you, you, you, you and you—line up!” I commanded as I pointed at each of my CIA goons, including the orderly, except one. “You are going to be called by the numbers one through six,” I tapped each one and said their number as I went down the row. “You will answer to your number and use it as if it was your name. I don’t have time to remember your real ones. Okay, now, let’s move it out! Brock, you, me, Sharif, and the guard I didn’t name will lead the way, one through six you are to protect my family with your lives, that means all of the women and the little boy—”

“I’ma not wittle! Ima big boy! Ima Billy! Ima Billy-Goat!” Billy said forcefully with resentment and hurt etched on his face at being called a little boy. If I called him a little man, he loved it, but a little boy was definitely a no-no, and I’d forgot.

“Sorry, I meant my big guy here,” I smiled fondly at him as I tousled his hair, earning his grinning approval. “Don, Alan, you take up the rear. Brock, please take over any defensive measures; this is your element, not mine. Okay, everyone—you all got that? Good, let’s go!”

As everybody made various noises of agreement, we led them back down the hallway until we got to the guard room. Brock immediately set four people to watch at both the hole in the wall and the doorway.

<Damn, this is going to be fucking hard, Malachar. Twenty people are depending upon me to get them out of here in one piece, and we’re trapped down here like rats in a sewer. Even being two-fifths charged-up again, I still don’t like our odds of getting out of here unscathed. I’m really worried.>

<Yeah, I’m trying. How did you manage to live so long, anyway? What’s the secret to living over a thousand years?>

That’s simple. Just don’t die, and do that one day at a time.

I turned my attention to the smaller of the first two guards that I had taken. I wanted to learn his name now that I had six of them to deal with. Hey, you’s—might be problematic in a firefight.

“What’s your name,” I demanded as I pointed at him.

“Drew Campbell,” he replied as he reflexively gave me a salute.

“Okay, Drew, you’re going to be my main man out of the guys from down here. First, I need to know if anyone else can listen in on us or see us from any hidden cameras that might be around.”

“The only cameras that I know of are in the two cells, in the emergency stairways, and in the elevators. Oh, and of course, they have ones in all of the upstairs cells too, the ones at the main entrance and the ones outside that are stationed all along the roadway from where it turns off the highway. Uh, as far as listening, I guess the only way that they might be able to do that would be through our earpieces,” Drew replied, eager to be helpful.

“Okay, I want you all to ditch your earpieces pronto. Number five, run them all back to where we just came from and toss them in the door. Hustle up,” I ordered.

They scrambled to obey, and a few seconds later, Five ran back down the hall with their communication devices, the clomping of his boots echoing in the hallway.

“Drew, I need to know the layout of the floor above us. Are there any unoccupied rooms that would be centralized and away from the stairways? Think about it carefully; we can’t afford any mistakes,” I told him, meaning every word.

“Why do you need to know that?” Angie asked curiously.

“Because as I was recharging my batteries just before, I was thinking about how the best way to get out of here would be. There are two staircases and two elevators; either of those would be a death trap. I don’t see how we could make it up flights of stairs without taking massive casualties—”

“So what are we going to do, Hunny-Bunny?” Sheila interrupted nervously.

“Maybe I should take Billy and just surrender? I mean, it’s not me that they want, right? Shouldn’t we at least make sure that Billy is safe?” David pleaded.

“You are NOT taking MY son anywhere without me!” Sheila thundered before I could even think about replying.

“Then come with us! Jake loves you both; he’ll definitely want you safe!” David yelled back. “Jake! You’ve got to see that letting us go is the only way to make sure they’ll be unharmed, right!?!”

“Hush! No one is surrendering; the shithead in charge is cruel and heartless. He wouldn’t care about yours or Billy’s safety one whit, much less Sheila’s! He would use Billy and Sheila against me. I’m sure he knows how much I love the little guy, and she’s practically my wife.” Sheila beamed at me when I said that and came over to give me a kiss. “I mean, he already waterboarded my baby sister, for Christ’s sake! And she’s only fourteen!” I exclaimed, raising my voice.

I felt a slim pair of arms slip around my waist from behind and a couple of soft breasts press up against my back, “So what is your plan, my love?” Kelly murmured into my ear soothingly. “We all trust you. We know that you’ll do your best, my sweet, sweet baby boy.”

“Well, I figured that hey, if I could burst through walls to surprise my enemy, then hell, why not ceilings?” I said with some enthusiasm. “If we try to go up the stairs, they can shoot down and drop grenades and shit. We’d be sitting ducks, and they’ve effectively neutered me with their earmuffs,” I reasoned. “Same goes with the elevators. I bet they have guards just sitting outside of each one with itchy trigger fingers.”

“They do,” Drew interjected.

“Huh, that might actually be a good plan, Jake,” Brock mused as he rubbed his chin. “We need to know what’s above us, as you said. If there was a relatively quiet area...”

“There isn’t anything central that I’d feel secure about breaking into without being noticed,” Drew interrupted, “but there is an office supply room in the north-east corner on this floor. It’s as far from the staircases as you can get, plus it’s surrounded by two other storage rooms. One is a massive filing room stuffed full of classified documents, and the other is effectively a broom closet where the janitors keep some supplies.

“Almost no one goes there, not many people work on sublevel seven or six, and until yesterday we didn’t come down here very often at all. Above those rooms is a seldom-used conference room that has been soundproofed; it’s one of the smaller ones, but sometimes when they have some very secret shit going on, they’ll go there to do their debriefings,” he explained succinctly.

“Perfect, then that’s where we’ll go,” I nodded as I happily clapped him on the shoulder. “Listen up,” I said, raising my voice to get everyone’s attention. “We’re going to move to the far corner opposite the staircase. I want everyone to hustle; getting out of here alive depends upon stealth now. I want all of you to move swiftly and silently. Guards, your orders are the same as before, now let’s move!”

We made it without incident, twenty-nine people traveling as swiftly and as quietly as humanly possible. It was a straight forward path, all the way to the end of the corridor and then a left, and after a tense eighty feet, because the other staircase was at the opposite end of this hallway, we were all packed into the office supply room.

Shit, this wasn’t going to work. I couldn’t start destroying the ceiling and have it falling all over everyone. I sighed; my shoulders were going to hate me.

“Everyone squish over there. I’m going to bust a hole into the filing room. I can’t bring down the ceiling on top of all your heads,” I grumped as I lined up my right shoulder and activated another charge of my ring.

“He really has gotten a lot bigger, hasn’t he,” Kelly observed out loud to no one in particular.

“Yeah! I told you so! I’ve been measuring him—even his cock got a bit larger,” Abby chirped in helpfully.

“He looks so yummy, even with a bald head and being all scraped up! He’s our Tarzan!” Stacy quipped with a sigh.

“Yep! My bro is a stud!” Heather added with a giggle.

I charged the wall and blew through it just as easily as the other three times, but holy shit, were my shoulders getting fucking sore. Seconds later, I stepped back through the jagged man-sized hole that I’d just blasted through to the filing room. I had a nasty gash in my hip from where I’d smashed it into the sharp corner of a metal filing cabinet. Unfortunately, it had been directly behind the wall, and now I was gushing profusely.

“Oh shit! You’re bleeding, Baby!” Sheila gasped as she was the first one to notice.

“Fucking goddamn filing cabinet!” I hissed as my hip sent lightning flashes of pain to my brain with every step. “I seriously need a pair of bloody pants!”

“Here, let me!” Chayana blurted as she pushed her way through the crowd to look at my leg. “Okay, you,” she pointed at the guard dressed as an orderly, “I need a strip off your tunic—quickly now!” she ordered. “I wish I at least had an emergency medical kit,” she muttered as she bent to look at my leg.

“I’m a nurse. Can I help?” Aimee offered eagerly as she pushed her way through to stand next to me.

<Man, I love the power the ring has given me. I swear that I am almost starting to get drunk on it. I commanded her to want to help me and look at how eager she is. I wish I’d gotten to finish in her sexy little mouth earlier. You see? You see why I imposed my own willpower upon myself, Malachar? If I hadn’t cemented such firm rules in my own head about how I’d treat my family, then eventually, I’d have nothing but loving zombies. Already I can feel the pull to take her as a sex slave, simply because she’s so hot. Yet I certainly don’t need another person to care for, and obviously, I don’t need the sex.>

You should still avail yourself of all of her charms and ram that tight little ass good when this is all over.

<Yeah, I probably will—even though I’ll feel a bit guilty about it. She has a boyfriend, and she desperately wants to go home, yet I don’t know if she’d be safe afterward. Probably not; the CIA will have a record of her being recruited around here somewhere, most likely filed in some central computer as well. I don’t want to take her because I know that I’d end up adding her to my harem and fucking up her happy little life, but I also promised that I’d keep her safe, and so now I don’t know what to do.>

Tough call, I wouldn’t dwell on it right now though.

“There’s a medical supply kit in the janitor supply closet, Ma’am,” number Four volunteered. “I’ll go get it.”

“Good!” Chayana exclaimed as she wiped up the excess blood, poking and prodding at me. I could smell the faint odor of licorice coming from her hair. “This isn’t as bad as it looks. Thankfully it’s not deep enough to require stitches, so you’ll live. I want to disinfect it; the last thing you need is a staph infection. After that, I just need to wrap it tightly, and you should be good to go. You need to stop jumping through cement walls like a madman though!” she told me sternly with a frown.

“Don’t know if I can do that today, but I’ll definitely keep that in mind for the future,” I chuckled.

Number Four came bustling back in with a large emergency medical kit, one of those red plastic case types with the white star of life on it.

“If you want to help, hold this tight while I rummage through the kit and see what we’ve got,” Chayana said to Aimee.

“Okay!” Aimee replied, sounding happy to be useful as she pressed the cloth tight to my hip. My cock twinged at having her mouth so close to me again.

Chayana took charge without a word, and over the next couple of minutes, she expertly disinfected, dressed, and wrapped my wound. She also cleaned the numerous scrapes and cuts that covered almost my entire left side.

“You need some fucking clothes, Jake! At this rate, by the time you finish getting us to safety, you’ll be just a few strings of stripped and bloody muscles hanging from the bone!” Angie grunted angrily.

Why she’d be angry about it, I didn’t have a clue. After all, I’d heal. Maybe she felt that I snubbed her when I bust into their holding cell? Or was she mad over the kiss that I gave her in front of everyone? Meh, women.

“Hey! I didn’t want to be naked, smashing through walls! The CIA made me naked and gave me no alternative other than to smash through their shitty building!” I exclaimed, taken aback by her vehement tone.

She gave me a dirty look before turning to scan the men around her, sizing them up. With quite a few glances going back and forth from me to them, it was obvious what she was doing. I was highly amused at the bewildered looks my new recruits were giving her.

“You! Strip, now!” she commanded to number One as she finally zeroed in on who she thought to be close enough to my size.

“What?” he asked her, looking incredulous.

“Pants, shirt and,” she paused to crouch down, looking at his feet, “yes, socks and boots too. Get ‘em off,” she pointed menacingly, “now! You can keep your underclothes.”

“But, uh...”

“Don’t backtalk me! He’s in charge here,” she thrust her finger at me violently, “and he’s currently the only one of us able to bash through walls and ceilings. He’s getting all torn up! You, however, can run around in your fruit-of-the-looms or whatever the hell you’ve got on and still shoot your gun! Now do it! No arguments!” she growled as she stepped towards him threateningly.

Wow, she really is quite the Hellcat!

<Yeah! I know, right! God, she’s something else!> I thought to Malachar admiringly as I remembered the hot sex from the other night.

“I’d listen to her, number One. She’s more dangerous than I am on a good day,” I grinned at the stricken CIA agent as she shot me another dirty look.

I couldn’t help but laugh as he quickly got down to his undershirt and boxers.

As soon as Angie had his black cargo-type military pants and his matching tactical shirt in her hands, she thrust them at me with a frown. “Here, now put those on! His socks and boots too!” she ordered as she kicked them over. “You should have done this before. You look like you went sliding down a gravel road and landed on a pile of tacks—fucking idiot!”

“Does that mean that you care about me, my sweet thorny Rose?”

“In your dreams! Now get dressed before you lose a limb or something,” she muttered, flushing darkly.

“It’s okay, Babe. I know that you’ve got feelings for me. I’ve got them for you too,” I grinned at her. She flipped me the bird and slipped through the hole that I’d just made, going into the other room.

“Wow! Angie’s really getting soft on ya!” Abby quipped with a giggle. “It wasn’t that long ago that she would’ve been only too happy to see you mangling yourself. Now she’s only mad because she’s not the one doing the manglin’! But I bet you anythin’ that she’d love to kiss it better afterward either way!” she proclaimed, causing both Heather and Stacy to titter as they nodded their heads in agreement.

“Now your bald head looks a lot more in place! Mroowr! You look sexy dressed as a military man! I might not be the exhibitionist that your sister is, but dressed like that, it’s certainly giving me second thoughts!” Sheila drawled sexily as she walked over to give me a smooch.

“That was sweet of her—I should’ve thought of that,” Kelly said as she stepped up and pecked me lightly on the lips. “Now bash our way to freedom, my love,” she instructed with a loving, confident smile. “Because I don’t want to stay an extra second in a place that tortured my sweet fourteen-year-old baby!” she added fiercely.