Jills Fire

Jill’s Fire  Chapter 8

by roccodadom44

roccodadom6969@yahoo.com

  Warning: all my stories contain bad shit, snuff, underage, gay, violence, scat, you know the heavy hitters, if per chance this offends you turn the fuck station......peace.......roccodadom

Wasn't hard getting Joanie to leave with us, she was done with her sad life, wanted our life, violence excited her, Jill gave her a practical lesson in ass whooping. We went to retrieve Joanie's meager belongings, her roommates acting bitchy, Jill got busy, one of the slags challenged her, all mouthy, my fighter baby never shunned a challenge. It was brutal, Jill beat the dazed cunt bloody, her friends, so called, backing away, pleading, never jumping in, of course, my threats helped. Jill finished with a merciless assault on the punching bags cunt, giggling that she was going to bust her cunt good, she did, the cow screeching, haha, Joanie full of lust for Jill, knew she would die for her, that was all we asked, everything. We left the cunts sorry they ever fucked with our girl, hit the road, decided to head to Maine, the news getting worse hourly, Israel bombed Iran, Iran bombed the Saudi oil fields,oil futures off the table, the markets crashed, sure glad we had installed four five hundred gallon tanks, three had water, one was full of gasoline, illegal as hell, but contractors were desperate for work, bending code was not a problem, besides cash worked wonders.

  The drive nice with the girls, we had the truck jammed with weapons, clothes we bought, food, lots of canned food,Jill grabbing toiletries right and left, even Queens had to work the beauty thing. Seemed now the inner cities were erupting in orgies of violence, couldn't get to the compound quick enough, saw all the smoke, as we passed Boston, the sirens, National Guard  trucks everywhere. Jill had a MP5 on her lap, all set, we had stun grenades, a couple of frag grenades, we wouldn't be sheep. With all the shit going down, nice to realize the kids took it in stride, their chatter calming me, their laughs so sweet.

Joanie had a tough life, sad shit, abused, her mom died when she was thirteen, her only defense from her drunk abusive dad, sounded familiar, but Joans mom had actually turned the fucker in, moved Joan away, then she died, foster homes, more abuse. Jill had kidded her about the fake Coach purse she carried, Joans sad tears, her mom gave it to her, all she had, Jills tender words, Joan had her moms spirit, the girl brightened, talked happy about her mom, Jill the healer, told me Joan was no Stan, we chose a keeper, much kissing between the girls, giggles, they were focused on the people in the other vehicles, Jill wanting to pain someone, my dad job, told them unless a perfect storm, we had to get to the compound, Tommys call, the news was worse, North Korea, those subhumans wanted attention, attacked their southern brothers, and of course, American kids were dying, hopefully also wasting gooks left and right, but it was obvious the world had caught a rage virus.

  We needed gas, stopped in Portsmouth NH, no open rioting, but gangs of punks were milling, cops dressed to kill,haha, the air full of hate, tried to grasp how much deeper that hate would be in large cities, I was antsy, Jill trying to calm me, only our return to the compound would soothe me. The gas mart was being robbed, two punks with handguns, shot at the young boy cashier, he was down behind the counter. I was at the pump, one of the kids waving his gun at me, ballsy fag, telling me to bring my money over, oh, right.

  My joy, my pride, Jill popping out of the truck, sexy size 8 combat boots striking the ground like Mr fuck T, MP5 roaring, it ripped the fag up, one of his hands blew off, landed in a nearby flower pot, sweet, the other fag running across the lot, my sexy baby walking her fire after him, tore him a new shit hole, baby smoked them. Jill and Joan got munchies in the store, while I topped the tank, made sure the armatures were dead, one wasn't, I stuck my 45 snub nose into his mouth,his brains running sweet, see ya fag. The kids came out with lots of empty calories, and a comically frightened, gawky teen boy, he was white as a ghost, trembled, he had obviously pissed his pants. Jill wanted him, don't know why, he looked geeky, slow, not a fighter, let her make the call, warning her, she accepted it, felt this boy had something, never, ever, argue Jills feelings.

   Let the girls strap a couple of timed grenades to the pumps, as we hit the road, they exploded, right out of a movie, balls of fire, let's help get the party started, we would be in Maine in minutes, off the highway, back roads, less people, less chance of trouble. Jill had made Bobby, that was his name, strip in the back, her praises at his above average cock, his shyness nice, the girls cleaned him, teased him sexy, Jill letting him wear a pair of my pants, way to big, oh well. He was seventeen, small for his age, though his cock was seven inches, sweet, the target of the towns bullies, his social life nil, he had become a computer wizard by default, Jill knew a lot, they talked a strange language, she told me he knew serious shit, we needed a puter geek, Jill does it again, told Bobby he was welcome to live with us, but once a member, always a member, he agreed, called his mom, told her the deal, that he was safe, she told him houses were burning in their neighborhood, gangs of thugs looting, raping, she was with a group, they had guns, would fight off the thugs, new lives for everyone.

   Started to set in, we really were there, anarchy, all the rabble rousing by Fox had paid off, not sure this is what the wanted, it's what the got, all our planning was going to be put to the test, so quick, but it was so obvious that this couldn’t be controlled, we didn’t have to waste time debating it, shoot to kill was our mantra, slightest reason, told Jill to open up with the MP5. Made it through Skowhegan, the punks scattering at Jills burst of fire, I dropped a frag grenade near some fags beating an old man, lots of body parts, welcome to hell. Managed to avoid Walmart, thousands of angry folks trying to beat those low prices, losers. Not good, the general store was on fire, some biker fags getting punky, several bodies sprawled in the lot, Joanie was told to sit, we worked well, as one, tight patterns, big damage, our shots dead on, we laid six bikers to waste, crashed the door, I got the porker raping the owners fifteen year old daughter, porky died with his balls full, oh well. Jill had gotten both biker cunts, one of them was alive, my baby sliced her throat, ear to ear, her windpipe showing, don't fuck with us.

We found the owners, brutalized, naked, mutilated,real dead, we took Sarah, the daughter with us, Jill and Joanie, cuddling her, as I grabbed all the food, milk, the kids helping, we loaded the truck, they had enough junk food, Jill sweetly remembering to get Tommy his beloved Lays classics, her telling her sisters how sexy he was, loved that she always had his back, deep love. We burnt the store, the gas pumps again going boom, the kids roaring their approval, me twitchy, bad memories of fiery booms, Jill knew, drove us up our road turning down that driveway the best feeling, seeing the barbed wire in the bushes, people would have to get to the house through this road, direct traffic to us.

  Tommy and Robert were waiting in the yard, that they had a girl with them was not good, they didn’t have permission to recruit, Jill pissed at Tommy, stewing that he probably just wanted to get laid, though the girl looked butch, short red hair, loose white mens shirt, her boots manly. We owed them a chance to explain, as we got out, Joanie, Sarah, and Bobby lagging, giving us a chance to see this through. Tommy did the talking, by right, my baby boy, they found her wandering, her boyfriend killed,wouldn’t leave to the roaming gangs, they had seen several groups of punks attacking people, murder, raping, looting, nasty business.

   Ronnie was twenty, not gay, just her self, she said that, Jill frenched her, she didn’t fight it, we introduced Joanie, Sarah, who they knew, and nerdy Bobby, no time to socialize, we unloaded the truck, Tommy and Robert loving the pistols, they got us matching flack jackets, King and Queen sewn on the backs of each, lots of hugs, kisses, our new children weary, leary, we shot em with a little sleeping aid, let them sleep a few hours till we figure our move.That they had scored ten Browning M2s, with tripods, cases of .50 cal ammo, we forgave the boys, these guns worked big damage, still leery of Ronnie, we shall see.

   To head to the bunker, it was complete, all underground, several rooms inside, three exits, all concealed, had its own wind turbine, hidden in a nearby ancient pine, access to the pond water, several air filter systems, its own satellite dish, hidden in scrub, the bunker had a separate walk in vault, all our gold, cash, dope and veggie seeds, worth more than gold, a large cache of arms, like to have a reserve. All the walls had shelves holding canned food, boxed food, emergency shit, water, books, cds, movies, more weapons, always near, we had a room that was always below freezing, had it stocked with all kinds of meat, fish, fruits and veggies, lots of ice cream for the kiddies, chocolate for me, my addiction, the cocoa bean, soothes the soul.

   It was Jill and I who had to make the call, a delaying action it was, we would start moving all our valuable shit to the bunker, but stay here for now, we had a commanding view of the lake, had the property barbed wired, Tommy and Robert mined the sides of the property, still we were vulnerable beside such a large lake. As tired as I was, I needed to scope the area, needed to know, ordered Jill to stay, get some rest, more important watch the new ones, learn their weaknesses, if they had any talents, her salute sexy, her kiss deep, wish that I be safe, her blessing strong magic, me and Tommy were off on our dirt bikes, perfect for getting through backwoods, we had our night vision goggles, so when the sun set we wouldn’t be hindered.

  Didn't take long to get the blood flowing, as we headed to Fryeburg, near Sugarloaf, wanted to see what we could add to our stockpile, needed drugs, as in medicines, the local drug store closed, everything was closed, traffic scarce, those cars almost all people getting home, cool, or people escaping big city madness, not good, these fucks were coming to take our shit,had poisoned theirs, not an option. Wasn't hard disabling the alarm, sure the dispatch office in India got a notice, but no noise here, that's the thing. We grabbed it all, had enough medicines to cure everything, even Viagra, Tommy figuring it as a joke for Papa, told him four hour erections were no laughing matter, as we frenched.

    Oops, Mr Maine Trooper was getting out of his spiffy patrol car, gun drawn, hot shot, fancied him self a Wyatt Earp, I suppose.                He didn't get the power of our MP5s, lethal bursts of walls of hot metal, his body tearing apart, gun still in his hand, bloody carcass, nothing more than a Barny Fife fag, Tommy had to have his cool Smokey the bear hat, put the drugs and dirt bikes in the troopers LTD, we were off, making America safe from crime, Tommy looking so hot in his hat, noticing his whiskers, he was all man, his still love of me, all good, but baby boy was all man, didn't hesitate to off that cop, pleading to be allowed to use the siren and lights, Tommy was my boy.

  Weren't the others surprised at our new ride, Jill loving the the fact we could spy on the cops, she put Bobby to work, solving the cops radio, computer, his first test of his abilities to lend something to our unit, our terms getting much more militaristic. Turns out Sarah could shoot aces, belonged to the local gun club, her use of the M40 sniper rifle stunning, she was happy, quiet, willingly to listen, our girl, didn't sex her, let her ease into it, the trauma of a dirty, fat, slob biker mounting her must be horrific. Robert took her under his wing, he was a sniper in Nam, knew how to hide,knew how to hunt.

Joanie was new to guns, Jill gave her the attention she needed, no time, the rack of bones was ripping up trees with her Uzi, more important she killed a deer, ripped it up, got all horny, her and Jill headed to the bedroom, Jill's grin sloppy, my girl wanted some pussy, didn't we all. Tommy and I showed Ronnie how to use her Uzi, we also got a first tit grope, they were huge, big as Jills, Kidding that it was like a Russ Meyers film around here, the kids didn't get it, I'm fuck old. Her tit meat was firm, heavy, nipples perky, meaty tummy, Tom lost her jeans and panties, her ass fat, built to spank, we did, her sighs, squeals, her cunt a forest of red, so sexy, her lips spread, moisture leaking, she wanted it, we gave it to her, double porked her, her body so soft and bouncy, our cums awesome, all of us at once. The clapping from Jill, Joanie, Robert, Bobby and Sarah real funny, they were all naked, Jill and Joanie holding hands, Roberts arm around Sarah who had the look of a girl who just found out how nice sex could be, Bobby looking confused and excited at once, his bone dripping.

  We all got after one another, Sarah was delightful, loved to fuck, Bobby was shy, Jill and Joanie took him upstairs for a confidence building session, my girls sweet, that Bobby had already hacked into the cops computer network, we could see where every Statie was, their assignments, they were neutralized to us, Bobby believed he could hack through the Staties into the National Guard, oh my, kid was a computer wiz, his special talent, that he returned my tongue kiss, welcoming him to our family, was nice, he belonged, would earn his keep, his next job, revamp our security network, wanted him to review what we had, make upgrades, had to be done fast, though I wouldn't deny him his time with Jill and Joanie, knew they would pamper him, make him believe in himself, rescue him.

  Sarah was tight with Robert, they got on together, her interest in his war deal, cute, Robert, like me, like most hard cores, did not like to face that monster, yeah, had great memories, but other side of the coin was ugly, blindingly, stunningly ugly, opened up a can of raging emotions, but he doted on her, was gentled by her softness, her need to touch him, they loved each other, Jill dug it, her love for Papa big, Tommy asking if Sarah married Papa would she be his Nana, cute boy.

She loved to hunt,would spend days alone in the woods, could track better than Robert and I, that was saying something, Sarah could almost always hit the target she chose, uncanny her aim, Robert giddy with her talent, she would be our sniper baby, her only request, that she could go bury her parents, didn't want their bodies left in such an evil state, God yes, why didn't we do that. Fuck it, we all got dressed, dressed for war, flack jackets, helmets with radios, we all had Uzi’s or MP5s, Robert and Sarah also carrying their M40 A3 sniper rifles, we had grenades, one of the Browning M2s, the SAM system, loaded for bear, took the step van and the cop car, figure any Staties fuck with us, we could handle them easy, they had handguns, we had muscle, lots of muscle.

    Their bodies were burnt, but we buried them, gave them some respect, how hugs meant something to Sarah, Jill explained she was now my daughter, her and Tommys sister, she cried, all the girls sobbed tears of joy, Tommy trying to be a man, I kissed him, told him he was always my girl, he sobbed, hugged his new sister, what a family. The kids sullied the bloated remains of the bikers, Joanie taking a first rate dump on one of the dirty pigs, Tommy and Jill hacking bodies up with their machetes, my sexy explorer girls.

  I saw them coming, about eight bikers, what was this, a cheap B movie from the eighties, got my clan down, behind the vehicles, everyone loaded for bear, or filthy bikers. Thing about a pack of bikers they always assume they have the advantage. They got off their bikes, bad ass walked towards Robert, he volunteered to decoy them, Papa was a man, he had his hands up, telling them he was cool, I knew they were punks, would kill him for the fuck of it, my soft clicking, we opened up with a righteous laying down of metal, their bodies disintegrating, body parts scattering, saw a chunk of hairy skull land on an abandoned car roof, through it all Robert stood calmly, a man among flying body parts. How we reduced them, the kids torturing the two unlucky bastards who survived our opening act, getting their pants off, letting Sarah castrate them with a machete, no time for details, she just hacked them off, in their mouths Jill stuffed the dirty junk, Tommy gassed them, set them to burn to death alive, sweet, don’t fuck with this family.

  The pigs had nice hogs, Robert and Sarah riding their Harley’s home, they would stop at a nearby farm, see what was going on, the couple, and their three kids, were hippies, you know, home schooled, grew organic crops, loved the earth, whatever, Sarah knew the oldest daughter, said she was sexy and funny, we shall see. Our little interaction with them was all positive in the past, the kids healthy, sexy kids, Jill and Tommy drooling over them, the parents likeable, funny, a bit to earnest with their good will, there farm producing high end veggies, but we wouldn't abandon them to the zombies roaming the roads, Jills term, dead on, fuckers were looting and pillaging on bikes, assholes, no planning, just dull thuggery, if they were taking stuff to use, to survive fine, but these fucks only wanted to destroy, not in our neck of the woods.

    The rest of us grabbed two more bikes, into the truck, we all piled in, Jill whispering this was it, time to dig in, her body shuddered, Tommy so scared, when she went on visions, her body looked ill, her face often screwed up in pain, like she was discarding her mortal flesh,Tommys want to touch her,comfort her, he had before, once, only once, his hand flew away, his fingers had angry red burns on them, didn’t heal for weeks, we knew, Jill was the special one.

  She came out of it spent, sweaty, shivering, Tommy now cuddled his sister, I stroked her goose bumped arm, tender words, she spoke her vision, a closing in of a ring of fire, she sensed much fire, as if the forests were burning, lots of thugs passing near, groups of soldiers, her absolute certainty, they were evil, always good when my girl was back, so tense while she seered for us, that she swore they came on her like lightening, she described the vision as starting off as a blinding flash of light, a loud roar, then fuzzy images, as if a broke TV was giving it the college try, didn’t know if I could handle that shit, amazed at how strong Jill was, her makeup first class, born to rule, not just lead, Jilly was here to rule, she was everything a Queen was supposed to be, better than everyone else, she shouldered our well being, only Jill could make us whole.

  We made the call, me and Jill, we would close down the house, move ourselves into the bunker, time to act, instead of reacting, Jills visions never wrong. Called Robert, they were cool, were bringing the neighbors, all five of them, they had killed six intruders so far, good for them, they were loading up a truck, their guns, lots of fresh food, canned stuff, some more chickens and a few goats, would be over quick, told Robert we were in a code red, he understood, would move fast, wanted him safe, Jill had called John, he was on his way with mommy, his whining that fuckers were everywhere, someone tried to break into his humble lodgings, he had nothing, a black and white telly, no cable, he didn’t care. We knew John was a problem, he was alright, but we didn’t want to share a bunker with him, had to work that problem, Jills giggles, she wasn’t sure she wanted to a share a bunker with her oinky mom, Tommy wanted to eat her, really eat her, Jills deep kiss answered him, his sexy lip smacking, dancing around, singing the Im eating Jills mom song, sweet.

   Set up a work schedule, Robert and Ronnie drove the ATVs, each had attached trailers, to the inland bunker, loaded with stuff. Tommy and Sarah rode the Harley’s, Sarah looking quite Dyke on hers, Jill groping her nice, they had packs on, would leave the bikes at the bunker, we had a separate underground garage, could hold several vehicles,we would also bring most of our tools there, then Tommy and Sarah would ride back with the ATVs, do it again. Joanie and Bobby took the pickup, it could barely make it down the concealed, old logging trail, they only went ten miles an hour, the ruts deep, but the had a full load of weapons, security stuff, as they would be charged with setting up our security perimeter, Joanie knew puters, not like the whiz kid, but she was in the ball park.

Well, she actually wore farmer jeans, her fat tits bobbing around, Jan, the wife was sexy, smiley, kissed me on the lips,mm, Grover, that was his name, seemed nonplussed by all the carnage going down, would soon find out why. The kids were related, everyone had black hair, the same such white skin, Cammy was sixteen, big tits, looked always turned on, maybe my imagination, Jr, Dad named his kid Grover, isn’t that child abuse, was fifteen, a runt, looked weak, unlike Cammy, who just blew a huge bubble, then giggled, Jr looked sad, like he wasn’t in on the granola eating fun at farm hippy, he was a sour teen,yuck.

  He looked almost like an angel, like he wasn’t of here, swore he glowed, his skin insane white, his eyes deep, broiling aqua blue pits, felt his power, Jills audible gasps, Tommys shudder, they felt it, thirteen year old Cain was not just a real cute boy, he had some power, his aura positively glowed, need to get this cleared up now, Jill decided to figure it out, i was glad to get away, packed my papers, loaded our small safe onto an ATV, all our computers gone, personal shit gone, felt a little down,felt like we were retreating, conceding ground, Tommys hug, he always knew when to hug, like he sensed the need. His wonderful idea, get Jills art supplies, move them to the bunker, my boy, how deep my love for him, his ability to think of others, we both ed sneered at Jr, he was whining to his parents, didn’t wan to be here, fag.

My Jill got it all worked out, Jan and Grover were diddlers, loved their kids a lot, Jan admitting it, kidding they loved them all over the farm, no abuse except for Jr, he was not a team player, whined, pouted,they didn’t hurt him, just kept him locked up in a dog cage, except when he did his chores, not wanting to deal with the pouty brat, typical liberal dogooders, spare the rodders, pretty cool they had been fucking their kids all along, you never really know your neighbors. Grover joked that it was good they named their younger son Cain, maybe he would emulate his Biblical name sake. Jan did the talking for them, Grover very laid back, was a perfect worker bee, he was one of those perpetual motion guys, needed to be doing something, we could use that, he also knew how to do stuff, making fast corrections to Roberts fertilizer ratios in our bunker green room, they also grew weed, Jans laugh, every successful farm in Maine grew dope, the real cash crop.

   Grover was gonna be fine, he even brought his own guns, including a home made repeating double barrel shotgun, could fire forty shells in a minute, amazing destruction, he looked ready to cum when he showed off its power, telling us he finally got the gun working, titanium barrel, everything else melted from the intense heat. Jill and Sarah sucked his chubby seven inches, he was happy, told me to consider his kids mine, I didn’t need anymore hints, me and Tommy worked Cammy to distraction, her cunt wet. a warm tight hole to plow. She enjoyed sex, loved my fat cock, Tommys hard smooth body.

  More important, Cam could run a house, meaning she knew how to can food, cook, sew, garden, her real talent, Jan pointing out, she could calm animals, telling how Cam, when she was only five wandered off, had been confronted by a full grown black bear, the bear had responded to her soft words, let Cammy rub its belly, showed submission, when Grover got near with his shotgun the bear had licked Cams little face, ran away, we all giving Cam the you go girl look, her nonplussed response, animals were people to, hard to fight that.

  Jr was going to be trouble, he was whining again,was hungry, fucker had a belly, he wasn’t hungry, he was spoiled, he would know hunger, id see to that, Jill giggling, reading my hostility, her want to sacrifice him, felt it would bless our rew home, my baby had ideas. Jans admission, they were lost with him,t5hey had spoiled him, in an attempt to make him happy, he was always bitter, Her laugh, he was tiny in the penis area, there you go, Cammy telling Jill she couldn’t even feel his little wee wee in her, Cain was way bigger, like his Dad, this was working itself out, nicely, Tommys grin, his whisper, Jr was on borrowed time.

  Jan wanted me to train Jr, I told her it was to late, he was down by the water, out of ear shot, avoiding work as usual, he wasn’t going to cut it, living in close quarters, he would sour the others, their choice. She told us they had discussed killing him earlier, Grover had the same concerns, was bringing them all down, I mean, as she laughed, they had two sexy kids who loved to fuck, a great farm, everything perfect except the perpetually whining Jr. They agreed quick, both of them excited, we would offer up the sour bastard, as a sacrifice to the Gods, more as a way for everyone to get a little anger out,  we would all bond in his blood, Tommys giggle, we would all have no problem working him, his sourness like a black cloud, and wasn’t there enough darkness surrounding us. We all watched him, throwing rocks in the water, to good to for us, to good to help us, the fucker threw a rock at a duck, Tommys rage, Jill gave him a look, he got it, we would have our fun, her quick words, back to work, Jill wanted us dug in, felt the coming wave of violence.

  Funny, as I loaded my tools into one of the Atv trailers, everyone followed Jill, Jan and Grover responded to her every command, the other kids knew, she was the one, I was the enforcer, but Jill was, sooner or later, going to lead us, only she could see into the darkness. It looked like another boarded up, unused cottage, we had ply wooded the lower windows, sunk the boats, in shallow water, we could get to them if need be. As we prepared our final trip, only Jill, Me, Tommy, and Jan left, the others at the bunker, stowing shit, Robert running things.

Of course Jr was still being lazy, his face a mask of impotent rage, who was he fooling, I knew tough, wasn’t tough, we would know soon, real soon. I called him over to us, he ignored me, Jan laughed, told me to have at him, I did. Little baby was shocked I could move that fast, I was on him, fists pounding, dragged him into the chilly lake, started drowning him, would let his head up, tell him I would kill him if he even hesitated to follow my orders, he babbling, coughing up water, fag.

  Jill and Tommy stripped him, my god, he was comically tiny, even with shrinkage, he had an one inch pecker, Jan saying it didn’t get much bigger, his tears, the kids teasing him, Tommy waving his fat seven inches at him, Jill telling him at least he wouldn't miss what he didn't have when she castrated him, Jan giggled loud, he started crying for his mommy, kid was slow, Mom was sexually excited, wanted her sons destruction, sour boys made the best victims, everyone hated them, even their own flesh and blood.

  Let Jill and Tommy work him quick, lots of punching going on, Jans words of praise for Jills prowess with her fists, my dadiness stroked nice, she could hammer, enjoyed it, Tommy punched cause he wanted to hurt someone, Jill just adored bopping someone, drawing blood got her happy.

We hog tied the fag, hung him from a Bobcat, outfitted with a bucket, raised high, Jr was  swinging in the wind, naked, his penis on display, sobbing, bloody, his life. We were just moving out when we glimpsed Johns truck bouncing down the dirt road, we had forgot them, Jills giggles, that was her answer, John and Mom weren't going to cut it. As I went to meet them, Jill sped to turn Tommy around, wanted him with us when we made this deal.

  Mom was naked, looked old, used up, her groveling at Jills feet, kissing her boots, begs to save her, how abused her body was, yuck, Jills grace, Mom was saved, for now, Tommy taking her in the Bobcat, Jills order, dope up Mom, let her sleep, decide later. John was a sad case, he had his service duffle bag, joking he was reporting for duty, I don't fuck think so, Jills obvious amusement, loved letting me twist.

  We didn't hate John, didn't want to off, he was a Vet, for fucks sake, but there was no way he was sharing a bunker with us, he was fat, stank, he seemed to have a phobia for soap, was a bore, he told stories that went on and on, like his paragraphs didn't jibe, only he seeing the point. His need to piss, told him the house was boarded up, go in the woods, he waddled off, Jill and I, Jan was happy to hang back, discussed it, our sureness, he couldn't come to the bunker, then, BOOM, I was transported back to the sandbox, laying on the ground, ears ringing, heart racing, piss dribbling, wondering if I was dead.

I was on top of Jill, took us a minute, the stillness after a loud blast always so fucking unnerving, our laughs huge, the idiot had stepped on one of the mines we left near the house, his body parts all around, his torso near us, ugly, Jills giggles nonstop, had to admit it was quite funny, you never know, if only every problem worked itself out so cut and dried.

  Her kisses deep, passionate, my look, she reminded me that I had managed to cover her with my body, protect her, my reply, always, she was the Queen, she would lead us, we all knew when the real shit came, when the ring of fire was closing in, Jill would lead us, Jans playful sarcasm, don't worry about her, as we realized she was covered in pine needles, Johns bits and pieces, like someone gave her a half assed tar and feather job.

  Swore we laughed all the way to the bunker, I mean, fuck, you couldn't make this shit up. We did spend time cleaning the trail, you would never find it off the dirt road, it was well concealed with pine branches, the next mile of trail overgrown, easy to wander off, if we were found, it would be luck, or from the air, aircraft or sattelite, that was a problem for the future.

  Everyone was busy, things getting done, Bobby and Joanie had the cameras set up, we had a perimeter of half a mile, total vision, on the bunker monitors, or on our Blackberry’s, sweet. Jill pointing out that they were a perfect couple, Joanie giggling, Bobby had two big heads, little piggy. Bobby asking if they could rig a defensive perimeter, he seemed confident that they could mount the ten Browning M2 .50 cal machine guns we had obtained from a military wholesaler. Fuckers had been around since WWI, still the best big machine gun, could be deadly accurate at over a miles range, forty rounds a minute, sustained, could knock down low aircraft. 

    Bobby's plan, some mounted in trees, two  near the bunker, controlled from the bunker, one on the pick up, Mad Max, Jill calling me, I could see us driving through towns, wasting fucks, the burst of a Browning is quite sexy, the vibrations, the heat, the burst of noise, metal flying sexy crazy. We done good with Bobby and Joanie, they had their roles down, Jill kissed them both, they looked like they couldn't be any more happy, pleased their Queen, that's as good as it gets. They were off talking their geek talk, making us all safe, telling them of my pride, their walk bouncy, happy in their world, our world, unlike Jr still hog tied, naked, swinging from the bucket, they prettied up the place, didn't sour it.

Jill and I went for a walk, talked it out, while Tommy led the others in completing the setup of the bunker, assigning daily chores, Robert and Tommy also would set up battle stations for everyone, if we were attacked, wanted a smooth response, we would practice that shit daily, it meant something, it meant everything.

  We held hands, kidded each other, kissed now and then, our walk relaxing, shutting out the present chaos, even for a few moments, important. Time came to  decide, there was fourteen of us, though Jr didn't have long, and Mom would never be of us, Jills choice, that left twelve of us. We weren’t sure about Ronnie, wished she had some obvious reason for being with us, a plump fuck pig body was not enough, though we both agreed the girl was superfine cunt meat, her personality happy, she could cook, we would install her as chief cook, put Mom to work with her, let them decide if they ever fit in.

We would do Jr as soon as we got back, not wanting him to sour the place, wanting to give everyone some release, a little blood bonding. Glad we invited the neighbors, Jan and Grover would be fine, they both loved to work, were generally happy, good looking, loved to fuck, stone cold killers, perfect neighbors. Cammy was to adorable not to want around, again, she was stupid, but funny, honest, knew her limits, fit in, could also fuck your ass off, she adored sexing people, also had no problem killing, but her way with animals was stunning, she already had a mangy fox, he looked so skinny, following her around, it was like a dog, laying beside her when she sat, where Cam went that fox was sure to follow.

It was strange and amazing, Jill telling Cam that the fox was not sleeping in the bunker, kidding that unless he was house broken, well Cammy hiked her skirt, let a piss rip, her cunt so sexy, ordered Fred, she called her fox Fred, to follow her lead, simply pointing to her steamy piss on the ground, the fox did it, looked at Cammy for approval, her head pat, his tail swinging mad, one happy fox. Fred was the bunker pet, he was also a wild fox, would attack on Cams say so, nice to have an attack fox.

  Jill was still unsure of Cain, knew he had visions, saw ahead, but didn't feel his heart, couldn't see his intent, felt a certain coldness, her fear, maybe she was jealous of him, no, no, held her, told her, not the time to doubt her minds eye, evil had powers of its' own, we would watch him, clue Tommy and Robert in on the Cain watch, we did both agree he was beautiful, his cock fat, looked obscene on his tiny frame, we would watch him, but also fuck him all we could, never pass up a beaut.

Decided it was time to include Tommy and Robert into these talks, needed to plan in case something happened to either of us, sucked talking this, but life had gotten quite violent, only matter of time we were back in a fire fight, Jills vision looming large, one thing to waste over confident fat bikers, another to face off against disciplined troops. She felt someone was missing, her smile, they would present them self, she would know, just as she knew of the others.

  Headed back to the bunker, we watched our family, everyone busy, they had cut Jr down, he was still hog tied, covered in piss, nice. Tommy was digging pits, surrounding the bunker, Robert and Sarah setting up steel poles, all had sharp points, covered with fertilizer, nice, nasty touch, wouldn't kill, we wanted to know anyone that got this close, they would cover the pits with wood, covered in brush. Bobby and Joanie up in a tree, kissing, shit you not, we were all smiles, they looked  sweet, two geeks in love. They had a M2 rigged in the tree, mounted an ammo box, five hundred rounds, knock down a mountain, all operated from the bunker, well concealed, our defense nice.

  We cooked a deer Sarah bagged, Fred digging the entrails, good fox, everyone famished, we ate the meat off the haunch, feeding each other, lot of laughs, closeness, much taunting of Jr, no food for him, why bother. Ronnie started to dry teh deer skin, another plus for her, Mom kept in the kitchen, Jill nor I wanting to deal with her, out of sight...

I sent Tommy, Cammy, Fred, yeah, whatever, he grew on us, was a happy fox, one team, Robert and Sarah the other, check outside the perimeter, then try to sneak back to the camp, Bobby and Joanie monitoring the cameras, good test, everyone was a stealthy warrior, enjoyed being invisible. Jan and Grover were clearing land, we wanted to expand our line of sight, also stockpile firewood and lumber, the Woodchuck, a trailer mounted portable saw mill capable of turning two foot thick trees into quality lumber. Jill took Cain to bed, thats how she put it, needed to connect with him, wanted to see into him. Jan and Grover were also fucking, he had her over a freshly cut tree stump, buggering her like a mad man, for a long timed married couple, they fucked a lot, a fuck lot, at least twice a day, amazing.

  I rutted Ronnie, cause she was nearby, right in front of the still cruelly hog tied Jr, her body so soft, so curvy, all woman, would let Jill decide, but I voted keeper, she was a stunning cook, enjoyed feeding us, her mother instinct, could also fuck with joyous energy, she moaned, groaned, dripped cunt juice, her nipples physically twitched with passion, mm mm, Ronnie was a perfect bunker mom, she would feed us, nurse us, love us, our den mom.

  She had no trouble feeding my pie to Jr, teasing him, he was going to die with a belly full of man juice, go girl, taunt him cruel. We heard Jill screaming, I was off, in the bunker, cock swinging slimy, by her side. She was naked, her tits red and nips hard, cunt lips glistening, looking at one of the monitors, Bobby and Joanie manipulating the cams for better looks at something. Jill explained, she was fucking Cain, got a blinding vision, a boy heading here, through the woods, he was good, She knew this, he was her missing soul, the last piece of the puzzle, she exhaled. Joanie picked him up, he was young, in a long black coat, his hair was white, his long flowing locks, he was over the top ethereal, like a ghost, he was an albino, his eyes fiery red, didn't look scared, looked intent, like he knew where he was going, shit, he was heading here, wasn't lost, he knew us, that's fucked.

Bobby contacted Tommy, who picked the kid up, would bring him in, while Robert and Sarah would try to sneak back to camp. Cain came out of the bedroom, Jesus, his cock was amazing for one so young, his body so white, hair so black, he looked like healthy death. He wanted Jill, she didn't want him, her sureness, could tell she was being insincere, telling Cain they had to meet the new kid, would be together later, she dressed, he slinked off to the bedroom. Her urgent whisper, Cain was a dark soul, it hurt her mentally to fuck him, she didn’t understand the emotions, all storm clouds and raging anger.

   He was not a God, just a kid with the ability to see ahead, Jills laugh, she was stronger, could beat him, we decided to let him lie, Jills superior powers always monitoring him, Bobby sticking a mini cam on one of Cains shoes, the camera fit in a shoelace eyelet, aint tech great, could follow him around. It was wearing on Jill, not wanting another Stan, really didn't want one with power, he couldn't get out of our sight, he would know all our secrets.

  Bobby saw Robert, he was so blended to a tree, we really had to stare at the HD screen, the old goat winked at the camera, Robert was of the woods, he was good, but we never got Sarah, she just appeared in our midst, so fuck eerie, I mean we were looking for her, Robert beaming with pride, his baby, they were off, needed their time, their age difference was forty five years, yet they were passionate lovers, always together, Sarah pampering her man, his arthritis bad in his feet, she would rub them for hours, his sighs pleasing her, good girl.

  He looked even stranger up close, Fred would not go near him, feared him, he wasn't tough looking, looked angelical, but you knew he came with many violent charms, if Jill radiated specialness, this wild child was his own sun, he didn’t even seem to notice anyone but Jill, their eyes locking seemed to heat the air, much power was on display.

  Jills amusement, knew his name, Trevor, had dreamed of him, his voice was soft, as if he was spent, he saw her, us, called us all by our names, told me he loved me, my confusion, Jills laugh, telling me that I was the most important one, her giggle, only one me, felt sappy, Trevor kissed me, deep, it was strange, like I could feel his energy, like kissing a vibrator. His explanation of why he was so tired, hadn't slept in days, had to dispatch, his word, many obstacles, again his word, kid was one serious killing machine, opening his coat, he wore body armor, had matching AA-12 shotguns strapped to each arm, his muscles ripped. The AA-12 was the most powerful weapon ever, an automatic shot gun, twenty round can, no one could touch that, throwing walls of titanium capped lead balls at an orgiastic rate. Around his waist he wore a wide black leather belt, holstering matching Colt SAA .45 caliber pistols, the gun that won the west, his belt buckle a large silver star, our ranger boy.He had a machete, several blood stained knives strapped to his legs, his cowboy boots black dyed snakeskin, capped with mirror shiny stainless steel tips, the fanny pack looked odd, he had it filled with Kashi GoLean bars, his preferred diet, maybe that accounted for his whiteness, kids go figure.

     He had slayed at least twenty fuckers, Jill realizing she felt them all, surges of energy she would be zapped with from time to time, voices excited, figured the time frame, they were into swapping energy, Jills need to bed Trevor, no one could deny that had to happen, just hoped they didn’t set off a nuclear fuck reaction, it was all so fucking weird to us mere mortals, the look on Cammys face priceless, she hadn't a clue, though she volunteered to lay with Trevor, damn nice of her, Freds going to Trevor, showing him his belly, if Cammy wanted him, Fred wanted him, thats quite endearing.

    It was stunning, the way Trevors eyes glowed red, the whites of his eyes were red, but now his pupils glowered redhot, his arms tensed, guns pointed, body rigid, muscles rippling, all at Cain making an appearance, Jill didn't miss that reaction, no one did, us normal folk, as if watching an intense tennis match, Cain surely felt Trevors wrath, he flinched, briefly, then his face smiled, looked almost used car salesmanish, he introduced himself, was quite charming, his horse cock swung back and forth, like he was hypnotizing someone. Trevor relaxed, we all relaxed, Jills call, time to have a little feast, to celebrate our all being here, her absoluteness, this was who was supposed to be here, door closed. let it play out.

While Ronnie and Mom whipped up a a buffet of side dishes, the rest of us started working Jr, untying him, how the ropes had lacerated his young flesh, the kids got busy, Jill and Trevor side by side, he was tall, his age fifteen, but he was a man, his stomps hard, his look amused, like it was fun, but he wanted real violence, having been around enough hard cores, knew he was a firefight junkie, excelled when under extreme duress, never considered it possible one so young could be so skilled in the art of mayhem, would love to walk the line with him, safe in his cover.

  Tommy and Cammy were teasing Jr, they were gonna let Fred eat him, thats an idea that had to be sampled, Jill telling Tommy to smear some of Jrs blood, from one of his many wounds, on to his toes, hell yeah, as we all held him, Jan, his mom, teased her boy, he finally served a purpose, fox food, then she belted him in the face, exclaiming she always wanted to do that, Grover really busted his sons face, his wish that he had done it sooner, well Cammy wanted in on the family fun, a sweet knuckle sandwich to his adams apple, he made silly choking noises, Cain was not to be denied, we all knew Cain needed to do this, it was after all his older brother, he drove his fist into his brothers face like a fucking locomotive, Jrs mug distorted, bumpy, angry colors,  Cains erection same as mine, Jill sighing she wanted both of us tonight, eighteen inches of fat meat, she was giggling, how quickly Cain had wormed his way back in, we still were weary, just let our guard down.

  It was fun watching Fred chew Jrs toes off, he liked sour boy toes, Jan giggled, the fags screams priceless, we were all holding him down, working him with our fists, Grover spitting at his disgraced son, no one would miss his ugly face, as he grabbed Jrs hair with a meaty fist, snapped his head down, made him watch Fred chew his toes off, thats tough love folks.

  The trick was to get him secured to the spit, wanted his body to cook even, we weren’t just torturing him, we were cooking him, wanted him roasted alive, we wanted really fresh boy meat. After removing all his body hair, rubbing his battered body with olive oil, salt, pepper, giving him a high velocity enema, we lifted the metal spit onto its braces, three feet over the glowing coals, slow cooking, lots of basting him with his blood, he was freaked, we didn’t care, had to see this, had great potential, the guys taking bets how long he lasted over the fire, the girls deciding what wine to sip to such a sour piece of meat.

He looked sexy, tied up, swinging form the spit, Ronnie stuck a carrot up his ass, Grover wedged an apple in his sons busted mouth, piggy, his eyes wild with fear, his skin reddening, the flames low, his skin a light brown, Robert and Tommy spinning him, wanted him even cooked. We built the fire up, his skin browning, his hair fired up, was gone, his head a series of blisters, his eyes popped, his tongue, swollen fat, wormed out beside the smoldering hose, he died hard, we cut his stomach open, ripped his entrails out, his heart, Jill letting Cain chain saw his brothers head off, ugly, distorted thing, Tommy stuck it on a six foot sharpened stake, nice warning, don’t fuck with us.

  He smelled divine, cooked perfect, we butchered him, first letting the meat rest, everyone sampling different cuts of Jr, agreeing he was sweet tasting for such a sour boy, his tongue delicious, fed Mom his fried cock and balls, her disgust, Jill Tasered her, right in the cunt, Tommy and Grover spreading her legs, she ate all his junk, then we fed her his raw heart, she ate, her face all bloody, her eyes mad, told Jill Mom had to go, she was feeble, her giggle, not today, Mom needed everyones best.

  You never know, Jr was so tasty, we made him all gone, gnawing his meat off his bones, his ribs superb, grade A, we raised a glass to the sour fag, I forgot his name, everyone finding that amusing, he was forgotten, like last weeks pot roast, one less miserable bastard annoying people. We had all par taken of the feast, Fred was even sated, all felt the power Jrs flesh gave us, we took his life’s energy, made it ours, Jills command, we would need more fresh meat, it would make us invincible, like the Apaches, eat your enemies, take their life force. Cammy kidding that it tasted great also, we all agreed to that, everyone full, content, we set the watches, all headed to our cubbies, everyone paired off, Jill and I would bed Cain, the whole night, Jill wanting to draw him out, plus she really wanted both of us to do her, horny girl.