Chapter 2

Sergeant Bertram's nap lasted considerably longer than he expected, as he had a bit of beer in his system. He was asleep for 2 hours. After emptying his bladder, he returned to the couch to check up on Tabitha, the concubine that he had borrowed from Jeff Gomez. She was totally naked by this point and looked as sexy now as she did earlier.

Naturally, he was eager to fuck her again, but how would she react to being screwed while she slept. Would she wake up or not? Well, he figured, she was the least likely candidate to object and he had always fantasized about banging a woman as she slept. Being nude himself, there was no difficulty in simply spreading her legs and using a finger or two to prepare her. He made sure to lube the digits first. Then he just entered her pussy suddenly.

To say that Tabby woke up would be an understatement. She jolted out of her sleep and looked up at the man who kept thrusting into her cunt. Hardly offended, she wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him deeper into herself. She even slipped him some tongue as they kissed.

"I take it that this was a pleasant surprise for you," he teased her.

"Well, who the hell wouldn't want to wake up to sex? I was dreaming about it, anyway. This beats a dream, though," she reacted.

Encouraged by the bartender, Roger continued to pound her womanhood with his cock. From the moans that he got out of her, she was obviously enjoying herself. She even started milking him with her tight pussy. Clearly, she was as horny as himself, so maybe she HAD dreamt about fucking.

Now that Tabitha was awake, however, Bertram determined to switch her into the "doggie" style. It took little effort to persuade her, as she knew that men go deeper inside women that way. When he started pumping her again, she felt even more pleasure and responded by pushing her ass back at him. He could feel her increasing wetness as he rammed her.

Soon, in fact, the concubine had begun a serious climax. The feeling of his cock in her cunt made the refugee grunt and groan with delight. Sweat dripped from her skin and hair as she experienced the orgasm, which was definitely not a fake. The DPS officer had gotten her off.

Now, of course, it was his turn to cum. After she recovered from her ecstasy, Tabby focused on giving the Sergeant his release. She returned to milking him with her pussy and soon achieved her goal, as she could tell when his seed shot into her twat. The movements of his manhood were quite detectable in her tight cunt and she felt his juice pouring into her hole.

Slumping on top on his borrowed servant the 2nd time that night, Bertram knew that any more sex would have to wait until the morning. He was hardly a young man, as he reminded himself a lot these days. For now, he would lay with Tabitha and wait for sleep to take over again. The next morning, knowing that he would soon have to return the girl to her Master, Sergeant Bertram decided to ask her more about herself over breakfast. This she had made her for them on her own, scrambling some eggs and toasting a couple of English muffins.

"Damn, these are great! A pity that bacon is hard to get these days. The farmers in Arkansas just don't sell it out here as much as they used to do," he complimented her.

"Yeah, tell me about it. I love good bacon, fried on a griddle. I also like ham and sausage. Hell, we can't even get pepperoni on our pizza anymore without paying an arm and a leg for them! I never realized how much I took it for granted. In Pittsburgh, I could get the stuff, but only as much as I could afford with ration cards. Of course, that was a place that I'll NEVER see again," she related.

"Why not? What happened to you in Pittsburgh?" he probed.

"I got caught in the Battle of Pittsburgh. The Republican Front is still fighting to seize it from the Communists who are in charge there. I frankly hope that they win too. The Reds were nothing but trouble for me. Ration cards and breadlines, in a state that EXPORTS WHEAT, no less! I don't know this Lomax guy very well, except from the awful propaganda about him by the People's Department of Information, but I'm rooting for him anyway. I tell you, I never kept up with the politics in the old days and I regret it now. At least back then, it was civilized. Now, people are literally fighting for what they believe," she declared.

"Yes, politics now make those of the past seem like 'the good old days' sometimes. Well, they do in other states, that is. Here in Nevada, things have actually gotten better in many ways. I suspect that's why you came out West," Roger noted.

"That and my ex-boyfriend was an opportunist who got cozy with the Reds when they took over Pennsylvania. He not only landed a job with the Bureau of People's Census, but he even joined the fucking Party and used his connections to harass me about getting back with him. I wasn't about to do that, even for more ration cards.

"I heard that he denounced his wife for 'subverting the Revolution' and had her sent to a gulag near Lancaster. By the way, 'Amish country' is no more. They rounded up the poor farmers and their families. The children were sent to a state orphanage. The women were raped and sentenced to hard labor along with the men. When I say 'hard labor', I mean exactly that. They are nearly worked to death. It reminds me of what I read in school about the old Soviet Union.