Chapter 9: Island in the Sun

We all slept in the next morning. There had been more than a few anxious visits during the night, and those involved in the shooting were especially amorous, sometimes needy. Paddling my two mutinous teens did no good whatsoever. I already knew that paddling just turned them on, and on top of that, my ladies showered them with love for ‘protecting’ me.

There was no way I had enough ammunition or stamina to fill every pussy, but by adding some licking and tribbing and intense cuddling, we were finally settled enough to sleep.

After breakfast, I took Logan aside and sat him down. “Son, you did exactly as you should have last night, and I’m proud of you,” I told him. “From now on, your first priority is protecting your ladies, nurturing them, and giving them lots of reasons to love you. They are going to be your future.”

“Come on, Virgil,” he responded hotly, “You and I both know I’m gonna die – maybe even before my first fuck.”

“I’m not so sure,” I responded calmly. “I won’t tell you why yet, but I want you to enjoy being with your ladies. I know you care. I see it every day. Last night was just the strongest evidence.”

It wasn’t quite funny, but there was humor in the fact that after my ‘support’, we almost never saw Logan without his harem. With Chastity’s and Rachel’s assistance, he taught them gun safety and to shoot, and they spent hours in the dōjō learning from him what he had been taught. Once deemed responsible and proficient, the girls were allowed to keep their own weapons in their room and carry them when they were out.

Later, when the two littlest became toddlers, they joined the parade like ducklings – often riding on the hips or piggyback on their ‘sisters’. I had a theory, and if it panned out, Logan was going to be one lucky man.

News flash! We knew the Germans had already cancelled the Passionplay in Oberammergau, but now the 2020 Oktoberfest in Munich was gone! Saint Peter’s empty for Easter, the Grand Mosque empty as Ramadan began, and now this – the last of the major gatherings to be cancelled! Serious stuff. Naturally, some bright biertrinker started a ‘Locktoberfest’ alternative on Facebook.

The next incursion waltzed right in. An alert came from General Stilton. I was glad I still had him – shouldn’t have – normally he’d be due a rotation somewhere else. Hope I wasn’t holding him from a better assignment or a promotion. Nah, he loved fishing and his current job. I was the only cause for a thorn in his sit-down-ski. Politicians!

“Listen up, Virgil,” Stilton sounded worried. “There’s a Congressional investigation boondoggle headed down to visit me, then you. It’s you they want to see. They think you’re a waste of money; at least they’re making that kind of noise. I really think they’re trying to sniff out the rumor about immortality, Fountain of Youth stuff.”

“The delegation’s head is a real piece of work,” he told me. “Senator Raptor is on both the Armed Services Committee and the Appropriations Committee. He never served, but knows everything there is to know...”

“So what do you want me to do or say?” I asked.

Senator Arnold Raptor was dressed in protective gear more suitable to a janitor than the military-grade HAZMAT we usually saw. Clearly, he did not understand or believe the severity of our virus’s threat. He entered followed by two husky ‘aides’ that I was certain were bodyguards. If they’d entered a bar, I’d have identified the muscle as ‘enforcers’.

Senator Raptor was aptly named. He had a predatory manner and made no secret that he was to be treated as ‘the’ eagle. The ladies told me later that he looked like a vulture waiting for his next meal to die.

Forewarned, I was wearing my greens and the women in service wore their uniforms as well. Rachel and Chastity dressed in nice blouses and skirts and stood with me to welcome the senator. The remaining teens, being teens and unimpressed by authority, wore crop tops and miniskirts. Logan and his girls, completely unimpressed, were downstairs on the firing range practicing.

Raptor strode up to me. I couldn’t see his face through his protective gear, but his voice was cold as he rasped, “I don’t know how you suckered the brass into supporting you and your whores, but the shit stops now! You aren’t sick, and you aren’t even wearing protective gear. This malarkey about a super virus has everyone afraid to confront you, so here’s how it’s going to roll.”

He pulled a small pistol from his pocket and pointed it at me while his goons pulled their weapons and pointed them around the room. “Everyone drops their weapons,” Raptor demanded and watched as we all removed our holstered pistols. Never taking his gun from me, he continued, “So is the rumor about a miracle drug for long life true? Or is that just more bull?”

“Senator, I don’t really know. The scientists tell me that the new virus cures diseases and causes changes in the body that should prolong life,” I answered. “We aren’t taking any drugs, and any man who is exposed to us unprotected dies. And, sir, you realize that our surveillance cameras are sending this discussion to my command?”

“No, they aren’t,” he responded, “I’m not that stupid. My security cut the connection. Everything will be my word against yours.”

I didn’t bother to tell him that the lobby cameras were also linked to the dorm’s original security system. I just stood and waited for him to continue.

“No experimental drugs? My experts tell me if there are no drugs, your fucking all these whores is causing your body changes.” Even though I couldn’t see his sneer, I could hear it. “So here’s the deal. I’m going to fuck some of your ladies at random, unless of course, you produce the drug that doesn’t exist. Then Vincent and Tommaso are going to fuck some other bitches, and we’ll see which ones have the magic cunts.”

From behind me, I heard excited little girl voices. Becky was saying, “That was so much fun, and we are getting really good.” They came out of the stairwell and stopped. Raptor looked past me and shouted, “Kids, come over here.”

Three small girls and a boy, dressed in Bermuda shorts and Star Wars tees, pistols on their hips, trooped over and stood. “Are you fucking kidding me? Even the kiddies around here tote guns?” Raptor wondered aloud, “Who are you people?”

He looked at Logan and told him, “Get those guns off you and your harem, or I start shooting people.”

Logan shrugged and told his girls, “You know the drill. Take ‘em off and don’t make me say the magic word.”

Becky took off her belt, walked over to Raptor, reached up the holstered weapon with her left hand, and whined, “Here mister. You won’t hurt my daddy, will you?”

The thoroughly annoyed Raptor glanced down, and Logan yelled, “Pronto.”

Three rounds from Becky’s formerly concealed S&W slammed into Raptor’s abdomen, and shots from a multitude of other weapons hit all three astounded invaders. Luckily some were headshots, as they all wore body armor underneath the protective suits.

The two goons were dead. Raptor was doubled up on the floor, Becky’s shots having knocked him breathless and probably preventing his immediate demise. Chastity reached down, took Raptor’s gun, then pulled back his mask and spat into his gasping mouth. “Here’s your fake virus, you monster. You wanted fucked? Well you’re fucked now!” she told the man.

Rachel stooped and cuddled her daughter to her, whispering, “You did really good, Sweetie. Daddy and I are proud of you.”

I looked down at Raptor and told him, “In another time, senator or not, I’d stomp your ass. But you know, even though you think you’re God, you’re about to die in one of the nastiest deaths imaginable.

I walked over and picked up my tactical headset. “Clean up on aisle three,” I joked to Sergeant Major Schaaft. “The senator has a sudden fever and needs to go into isolation. His two goons are hamburger. Any issues out there that I need to worry about?”

“None sir,” she responded. “Every one of those fuckers was armed. We started cleaning up as soon as we heard the shots. Unfortunately, because of inappropriate protective gear and complete refusal to heed repeated warnings, every member of the delegation was exposed. Colonel Daswani ordered total quarantine. Looks like she’ll have some samples to observe while she tries to keep them alive.”

“General, I regret to inform you that the entire congressional delegation was exposed to the COVID-20 virus and has been quarantined. To the man, they ignored our warnings about the virus’s contagious nature and wore inappropriate protective gear. Senator Raptor experienced severe abdominal cramps and difficulty breathing while bending over to visit with Becky. Chastity started mouth-to-mouth, and we got him into quarantine immediately.”

“I don’t know the names of his two assistants that came with him into our restricted area. We tried a new lead-based treatment that stopped their pain, but they didn’t survive.” I struggled not to laugh, “You know protocol better than I do, but I’d notify ‘whoever’ that they exposed themselves and are now intubated in quarantine and are physically unable to talk. Colonel Daswani is closely monitoring their treatment.”

Situations were rare to nonexistent that provided opportunities to observe the virus’ progression from start to finish, much less to watch the simultaneous progression in several patients. Daswani was considered to be a cold fish, but she could be counted on to make the most of every ‘specimen’ presented to her and do her best to save them. In about 24 hours, footage would be available to the press and the medical community detailing her team’s heroic efforts to save the senator and his companions.

To avoid accusations that the senator was not adequately cared for, Daswani thoroughly documented all her procedures for him and his team. Treatments tried for COVID-19 with some reported success were tried. The administration of hydroxychloroquine hadn’t yet been tried on COVID-20, so that was administered to Raptor.

She disliked Raptor and his distain for science, so with delight, she passed on General Stilton’s message. All my civilians had been retroactively hired as consultants at the GS-9 level – at the grade’s starting pay of slightly under sixty thousand dollars a year; grade and pay adjustments to be made when their experience could be formally evaluated.

You know, there’s not a lot of difference between facial expressions of horror and pain. At least the rapist’s demise served to document the failure of one treatment. And if Raptor had likeminded peers, the recordings might serve as a deterrent. Like I said, Daswani could be a cold fish, but she was our fish and sometimes I just loved the woman.

One interesting development. I had begun to think of Misty and Cynthia and Pete and Eva as family, several circles closer than the role of friendly harem defining the others. My wives felt the same, as demonstrated by their permanently moving the additional four into our bedroom, calling themselves ‘the circle’. There was some consternation among the other women, but I couldn’t help how we felt. It seemed wrong to try to hide it, so I made an extra effort to reassure the other ladies that they would not be neglected and they were welcome in our bedroom as before.

That was interesting enough, but I soon discovered that my loves had incorporated Joe Water’s women into their circle. At first, I wasn’t included in the hen parties, but when the almost nightly telephone talkfests moved into our bedroom, they didn’t bother to exclude me. Have you ever heard women openly talking about sex? Boy did I get a lesson. Lessons!

Joe’s ladies were sworn to secrecy and served to stabilize my ladies and provide them an understanding of what living in the new COVID-19 world was really like; ‘shelter-in-place’, denial, anger, sickness, depression, death, shortages, politics, and more politics. The world they’d left was gone, at least for a while, and maybe forever.

Angie as an adult, and Caitlin and Jennifer as teens, had a perspective found almost exclusively in military families and other overseas brats. They’d left ‘the World’ several times, and when they returned, found it different from their memories. These three women served as much more than anchors, and with the shelter-in-place social distancing, my ladies were entertainment and balance for them.

Upon occasion, Joe walked in and stayed to learn. You know, when we ‘soldiers’ are stationed overseas, we’re normally totally involved in mission or combat. But families living away from home are in the middle of family concerns, and sometimes their change back to ‘Stateside’ is as much, or more, of a transition than for the soldier-parent. Brats tend to love or hate the military life without much feeling in between. I wondered what feelings we would develop for our new life.

We were sitting and watching the big screen TV in the lounge. ‘We’ being the majority of us lab rats. Rachel was snuggled under my left arm, and Chastity sat on a cushion leaning against my legs. She was in a generous mood and had ceded my lap to Misty and my right arm to the pussy licker, Cynthia.

With both my arms occupied, Misty held my adult beverage and periodically lifted it to my lips for a sip. I noticed that the level seemed to be dropping more than my intake would indicate, so I watched with one eye and saw the minx sneak her own sip after I had mine. I nuzzled her ear and whispered, “Naughty girl. You’re going to have to pay for that.”