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Quaranteam – Book 1: Part 4

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A pandemic survivor's harem continues to thrive amidst chaos..

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Chapter 11

For the next hour or so, Andy explored the house on his own

while the girls moved things from the car into the house, as well as letting
the cats loose into their new environment. He wasn't sure who was more
overwhelmed, himself or the cats.

The building was immense, feeling both warm and alien all at

the same time. Mostly, though, the space felt incomplete. It was a home that
had been decorated by a real estate agent, not by someone looking to live in
it. Everything was arranged for show not for actual use.

He wandered into the gym first and found it stocked with

free weights, resistance machines and a small aerobics area, all the machines
in pristine condition, never used. Looking at himself in the mirror, he wasn't
even sure he recognized himself in this new home.

Andy strolled out of the gym and found himself in one of the

three living rooms, with a wet bar off to one side. There were several couches
arranged around the middle, as well as a handful of lounge chairs. Without
warning, Muninn, his Russian blue cat, hopped up from behind one of the couches
onto the back of it, which startled the hell out of Andy. As soon as the cat
saw him, however, he sauntered over Andy's direction. Andy moved closer and pet
the cat, who gave a healthy purr in response. "Yeah, I know, Mun, it's
weird for me too. But we live here now, so explore away."

"Are ya freaked out?" Aisling said to him as she

moved into the room. "It's just a home."

"That's just it, Ash," he sighed. "It's a

home, but it's not my home, not our home. Not yet. I'm sure I'll get there at
some point, but for right now, it's just reinforcing how weird all of this is.
I mean, yesterday, there were seven of us crammed into that little tiny condo,
and now Eric lives down the street, and we live, here. In the kind of place I
never even dreamed about."

Aisling moved over, a soft sympathetic smile on her face, as

she wrapped her arms around him and held him in an inviting hug for a long
moment. "The world's changing, and we have to change with it, Andy. That
means we're all going to be a bit out of our comfort zones now and then, but
think of it this way,  you can make one of these bedrooms into a full on study,
and line the walls with bookshelves, like you said you'd always wanted to do.
We'll put your desk in there, and you can turn it into a writer's cozy, a space
where you can go and work on your next book and nobody'll bother you. What's
wrong with that?"

"There's nothing wrong with that, Ash. There's nothing

wrong with any of this, except for the fact that I didn't really earn any of
it."

"Luv," she said to him, "most of the people

who get lucky in life, it was right place right time, and all they did was have
the good sense not to muck it up. That's what you're doing here. You were in
the right place at the right time, and you had the good sense to let me into
your bed. And I've been good to you, haven't I?"

"Oh god, Ash, you and Lauren and Niko have all been

amazing, far better than I deserve,”

"There'll be none of that, mister," she scolded,

slapping his shoulder. "You've been grand to all of us, and you've helped
Eric and Lily get their shit sorted out. I know Jenny doesn't have her head
sorted out yet, but when she does, I'm sure she'll thank you. You could've been
a right shite about alla this, but instead you've been a stand-up guy. So take
a deep breath."

Andy stopped and took a deep breath. "It didn't help

much."

"It helped a little."

"Okay, it helped a little."

"Are you more bothered by the house, the staff or the

fact that there's going to be a lot more women moving into our lives?"

"It's a lot of women, Ash."

"It will be a lot of women, Andy. Yes, that's

absolutely true, but we'll manage it. Besides, the house is nice isn't
it?"

"Understating things a bit, aren't you Ash?"

"Fine," she said with a wry grin, rolling her eyes

in his direction. "It's a bloody magnificent place. Just in the tour
alone, I wanted to strip down to my knickers and socks and play 'Risky
Business' so if you hear 'Old Time Rock'n'Roll' blaring from the hi fi, look
both ways when walking through the hallways."

"You're changing the subject."

"It'll be fine, Andy. Just stop worrying and enjoy

this." She moved to sit down in the couch, and picked up a remote control
from the coffee table in front of it. She looked around the room for a moment
before she finally just pressed the power button on it, to see what happened.
From a small overhang across the room, a giant television dropped down and
turned on, as concealed speakers all around the room hummed to life. "That
is hell of a television."

Andy moved to slump down onto the couch next to her,

throwing an arm around her shoulders. "And just think, this isn't even the
theater room. Let's just relax for a little bit and watch some TV."

Apparently whoever had set up their house had given them a

deluxe cable package, with every optional channel Andy could think of, and
loads he'd never even heard of. They settled on SpikeTV, which was in the
middle of a James Bond marathon. They were showing "Goldeneye" and
they'd had the luck to turn on right at the beginning.

"I've always loved Brosnan as Bond," Aisling said

to him a few hours later, as the movie was over. "I don't know that he's
the best Bond, but he's my Bond. You?"

"He was great, but I've always been a Connery man

myself."

"You Americans, you all have your own Bond, much like

those of us across the pond have our own Doctor. You a fan of Doctor Who,
luv?"

Andy smirked wryly. "Tom Baker, but if I'm honest, I

could watch David Tennant in anything. I watched "Good Omens" last
year at least three times. I'm guessing you're a Capaldi girl."

"Chris Eccleston's my Doctor," Aisling said.

"But I'm glad you didn't say I should be a Matt Smith girl, just because
he had a ginger companion."

Andy shook his head. "So did Tennant, but neither of

them were Irish. Catherine Tate's British and Karen Gillan's Scottish. I'm not
an idiot, love."

"Bless, Andy," she whispered, as she kissed his

cheek. "It's so strange. I feel like I'm missing time, what with all the
holidays we've basically skipped over. I was getting my first injections on
July 4th, but I didn't even hear any crackers in the sky. Were there any?"

"None that I could see, Ash. Halloween's just around

the corner. Maybe now that we're in a gated community we'll get trick or
treaters."

"You think there's children in the estates?"

"No idea. I'm not really sure what to expect here.

We've barely seen the house, much less the small town that's formed up around
it."

"That's going to be just as strange, people we can sit

and talk with, restaurants we can go and have dinner in, a movie theater filled
with people, guaranteed not sick people. It all sounds so wonderful."

"I'll talk to Eric, maybe we can get a Halloween

costume party together."

Aisling cooed at him. "That sounds wonderful." She

glanced over his shoulder. "Looks like your maid in here."

Andy looked back over his shoulder and saw Yvette standing

there, nervously shifting back and forth, before he chuckled and curled a
finger in her direction. "C'mon, Yvette. You look like you've got
something you want to say."

"Simply a request Master. I and the rest of your staff,

well, we are having trouble keeping our heads clear. We do not wish to pressure
you, naturally, but the longer you wait before imprinting us, the more
difficulty we will have executing our responsibilities around the home. It is
getting hard to focus."

He removed his arm from around Aisling and rose to his feet,

a wry smile on his face. "I'll say. I can't help but think about something
Groucho Marx once said to his brother Chico."

"I'm sorry, I don't know who those people are,

Master."

"Comedians. Groucho is the one with the bushy eyebrows

and greasepaint mustache. Chico used to pretend to be Italian. Groucho would
occasionally say to him, 'Chico, I think your accent is slipping.'" Andy
grinned as he approached her. "Is your name really Yvette?"

The maid visibly blanched. "Am I trouble?"

"Answer the question," Aisling said, getting off

the couch, heading to join them.

"No, ma'am. It's Nicolette."

"Are you actually French?" Andy asked.

"Second generation, but I was putting on a show. Mr.

Marcos seemed to think you might enjoy it."

Andy shook his head and laughed. "Fucking Phil."

"So you're not angry, sir?"

"You don't have to lie to me, Nicolette." He

gestured to the maid's outfit. "Do you really enjoy this kind of
thing?"

She smiled, almost coquettishly, and nodded. "I do,

Master. I'm naturally submissive, and this is what I wanted to do in the new
world."

"Are you bisexual, Nicolette?" Aisling said.

"I am, madam, if that's alright."

Aisling leaned over and grabbed the girl by her mane of hair

and pulled her into a firm, intense kiss that made Andy's breath catch a
little. Nicolette seemed caught off guard only for a moment, before she leaned
into the kiss, and pressed her busty body against the Irish girl.

After they made out for a minute or so, Aisling pulled back

and grinned at Andy. "Well, we should make sure the girl gets what she
needs, but mama has needs too." Aisling pulled Nicolette with her over
towards one of couches. She reached up beneath her skirt and pulled down her
panties before stepping out of them. Then she laid back onto the couch and
spread her legs, exposing that ginger cunt to Nicolette. "Tell you what.
You lick my cunt, and I'll make sure he fucks you good."

"Yes madam," Nicolette said as she moved down onto

her knees, before Aisling pulled over a footstool. "Thank you madam."
The maid moved up to kneel down on the footstool, her hands pressed on the
couch, as she moved her lips down to press against Aisling's exposed snatch.

Andy walked over towards them as he watched Aisling's

fingertips move to get lost in the girl's thick blonde curls, rocking her hips
up against the maid's mouth. "Shit, Andy, she's fucking good at
this."

"Umm, it certainly looks that way, but what if I wanted

to see if those titanic tits of hers were real, hmm?" He unbuttoned his
jeans, slowly unzipping them.

"Oh, I can fix that," Aisling said with a laugh.

She pushed Nicolette's face back. "Lay down and turn over. Are those
enhanced or natural?"

Nicolette rolled over, laying on her back on the footstool

before she pulled the top off one shoulder then the other, tugging it down to
her waist so her massive tits spilled free, thick and curvy. "All natural,
madam. Any excess weight I put on seems to go straight to my tits or my ass and
nowhere else." She curved her fingertips around her left tit and pulled it
upward, bringing it up so she could lick her large pink nipple while Andy
watched. Then she reached down and dragged her skirt upwards, as she moved to
push her head onto the couch while Aisling moved up onto her knees, straddling
the girl's face.

"Come on, Andy, don't keep the poor slut waiting."

Andy tugged his jeans and boxers down enough for him to fish

his cock out, moving to step out, rubbing the tip of his cock across the maid's
twat, finding it was still soaked. "Remember when I told you I never
showed my cock to anyone I hadn't kissed, Ash?"

"She doesn't want you to show her a good time, love.

She's only got one thing on her mind, don't you whore?"

"Yes madam," the maid said between licks at

Aisling's cunt.

"And what is that?"

Aisling's question caught the maid off guard.

"Ma'am?"

"What is the one thing you've got on your mind?"

"Being imprinted, ma'am."

Aisling reached down and pinched one of Nicolette's nipples

hard enough to make the maid yip audibly. "The master likes a dirty mouth
on his girls, Nicolette. Maybe Phil didn't tell you that, but as Andy's first
girl, it's my job to make sure everyone in the house knows exactly what he
likes. So let me ask you again,  what's the one thing you've got on your
mind?"

"Getting the Master to fuck me, ma'am."

"Why?"

"So I can be imprinted, to be owned, to belong to him,

and be part of his house."

"Then tell him."

"Yes ma'am." Nicolette pulled her head back for a

moment to look up at Andy, and the look on her face was one he was starting to
get quite familiar with, a heady mix of need and lust. "Sir, let me offer
you my body, my drenched holes for your use. I need to be fucked to belong to
you, to feel your jizz blasting inside of my cunt or asshole, marking me as
yours, imprinting me, claiming me. Take me, sir. Own me. Fuck my tight young
snatch and brand me as your slut, your maid, your little French fucktoy. It
hurts, sir, aches. I can't think straight. I'm a rutting bitch in heat, needy
for a cock to clear her head. Can I serve you, Master? Will you grant me that
privilege? Fuck me, sir. Do it."

"Put your mouth back to work, Nicolette, and I

will," Andy said, as he pushed his cock along her cunt, feeling her
shiver, her body instinctively trying to line it up so his wood would penetrate
her.

"Yes, Master. Of course, Master." Nicolette slid

her head back between Aisling's thighs, pressing her face up against the
redhead's cunt, her tongue pushing into the girl.

Aisling leaned forward a little bit, reaching a hand forward

to grab Andy's face, pulling him closer, kissing him as Andy pushed his cock
inside of Nicolette's cunt. Beneath her, Aisling could feel the girl already
lost in the throes of her first orgasm, muffling the scream by pressing her
hips down against the maid's face. "How is she?"

"I think I might have killed the poor girl."

One of Nicolette's hands lifted and offered a thumb up

gesture to them, which made Andy and Aisling both laugh until Aisling kissed
Andy hard again. She reached down and grabbed Andy's hip to pull him hard into
Nicolette, slamming his cock hilt deep into the French maid with enough force
to make those heavy tits of hers jiggle and bounce. "That's it, Andy. Just
rail the girl."

"You're trying to make me cum inside of her, aren't

you?"

"It's working, isn't it?" Aisling giggled a little

bit. "I'm giving up my load for the day to her. I want you to fill her
cunt so full of cum that there's enough for me to lick a little bit out of her
gash when you're done. You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

Andy groaned a little bit. "You're wicked, Ash."

" Umm, just like you want me to be. I have to admit,

I'm a little addicted to it, seeing a new slut fuckdrunk on your spunk for the
first time, her eyes rolled back in her head, the orgasm so intense that she's
trembling like she's been struck by lightning. It make you seem so
powerful."

"I don't think I can last long," he mumbled.

"She's fucking tight."

"Then why wait? She wants your jizz. I want you to jizz

inside of her. You want to jizz inside of her." She kissed his cheek and
then moved nibble on his earlobe. "Go on. Give your newest slut her nut.
Fill her up with that hot spunk and claim her. Your girlfriend is telling you
to do it. Cream her up. In your house. Make her your slut, your maid, your
personal fuckhole. Give to us. Please Master, she fucking needs it. I need it.
Cum for us. Flood the little bitch with your cum. Show her who the lord of the
house is." Aisling licked her tongue along the shell of his ear, then
breathed hot onto his flesh, before whispering, "Own her. Cum!"

Nicolette's heels pressed into the small of his back as he

pushed his cock hilt deep inside of her cunt and began to erupt inside of her.
As soon as the first blast of his jism hit the back of her cunt, Nicolette
began to thrash, her heels lifting off his skin as her legs pointed straight up
into the air and began to practically vibrate, quaking like she had her own
personal earthquake.

Eventually Andy's release ebbed back, and Aisling leaned to

kiss him once more, her hand reaching up to brush sweat from his face.
"Another one bites the dust," she giggled against his mouth before he
pulled his hips back, letting his cock slide out from Nicolette's snatch as the
girl's legs moved to slump down on the footstool, her whole body lying ragdoll
limp, her lips very quietly mumbling that familiar word over and over again.

Aisling lifted her hips up and moved back to her feet,

shifting Nicolette to move the maid's entire body up onto the couch, cradling
the girl's head against the pillow on the armrest. Andy was starting to adjust
to tuck his cock away before he felt Aisling's hand stop him. "Just wait
there, mister."

The Irish girl grabbed a blanket and moved to lay it over

Nicolette's unconscious form, covering her up, making sure the maid looked
cozy. After Nicolette was properly tucked in, she turned around and kneeled
down to lick his cock clean. It had still been glistening with a bit of his
cum, as well as juices from Nicolette's cunt, but Aisling gave it a spit shine.
Andy could feel himself struggling to get hard again, but as soon as Aisling
had his cock clean, she tucked it away.

"Tomorrow you can take care of the gardener and the

cook."

"Fucking this many people is exhausting, Ash."

"Awww. Poor baby. Do you know how much sympathy I have

for you, half a dozen women craving your cum so much they'll fling themselves
at you?"

"Very little?"

"Not even that much."

Andy chuckled, helping Aisling to her feet. "Yeah, I

guess that's fair."

Chapter 12

Andy awoke the next morning much earlier than he normally

did. It was the fact that the bed beneath him was new to him. New bed, new house,
but the house itself didn't change as much of his perspective as the bed did.
Sure, the four of them had fit in his old bed back at the condo, but the new
bed had plenty of room for them to sprawl out if they wanted, and yet, he still
awoke with all the girls basically pressing up against him, Aisling and Niko on
either side of him, and Lauren mostly draped over Aisling. The cats were
nowhere to be seen, although he wouldn't be surprised if they wandered across
the bed several times during the night.

He did his best to extricate one arm free so he could look

at his watch, only to find it was actually nearly nine a.m., far later than
he'd expected. The girls remained zonked, and he had to admit, they'd all been
up a bit late into the wee hours of the morning just wandering around and
exploring the house. He still felt like he didn't have a great handle on the
layout of the place, but he figured that would come in time.

Determined not to wake anyone, he wriggled his way downward,

disentangling the gilded cage of arms and legs he found himself wrapped in.
Once free, he was pleased to see that he hadn't woken any of the trio, so he
headed into the closet to grab a change of clothes.

Immediately, he feared he might have made a terrible

mistake, as the walk in closet was larger than the old condo's living room, but
thankfully, most of his t shirts were hanging on clothes hangers directly in
front of him, and a dresser there seemed to have his pants, boxers and socks.
In fact, as he glanced at the walk in closet, he was a little amused to see how
little of what he saw was actually his own clothes. Sure, all of his clothes
were there, but they took up a fraction of the amount of space the walk in
closet had on offer. Each of the girls had carved up their own section of the
closet space, although if the Major was to be believed, this wouldn't be enough
room eventually. The Major had even suggested each partner consider taking one
of the bedrooms of the manor as their own, simply to have their own space, and
their own place to keep their clothes. "Personal space is going to be
important," she had told them yesterday. Andy had immediately decided it
was advice worth heeding. He grabbed a change of clothes and headed towards the
bathroom.

After stepping foot inside of the bathroom, he closed the

door behind him, doing his best to keep the noise volume down, so as to not
wake anyone. He imagined the girls would be up any minute now, but saw no
reason to get anyone up before they awoke naturally. Some nights they all wore
pajamas, but last night, they'd all just piled in one naked mess into the new
bed, so the only thing Andy had to take off before he got into the shower was
his watch and glasses, setting both on the counter next to his clothes.

The shower space was just about the same size as the

bathroom in the old condo, but it was a thing Andy had decided he was just
going to have to come to terms with. Everything in the new home was going to be
bigger, because it had more people to accommodate. It did, however, give him
plenty of room to maneuver as he attempted to get the water's temperature to a
level he was comfortable with. He hadn't even thought to ask how the utilities
of the new home were going to be paid for. He made a mental note to ask someone
about it as he stepped under the soothing warm water.

Ten minutes later, he'd finished the shower, dried himself

off and gotten dressed. As he passed through the bedroom, he could see that
while none of the girls were awake yet, they had shifted to make up for his
absence, now lined up like three little spoons, with Niko's ass pressed against
Aisling's hips, and Aisling's ass against Lauren's hips. The cats had also
joined them on the bed, sitting at either corner of it, almost like they were
on guard duty. Andy reached down to pet Huginn, and the black cat leaned his
head up to lean into Andy's touch. He smirked as the cat slowly pulled away
from Andy's hand, but it was only to roll onto his back, exposing his belly,
hoping Andy would give it a rub. He patted the plump cat's tummy briefly, but
not long enough so that Huginn would think it was a game of Attack The Hand.

He didn't want to remain long enough to wake the girls, so

he grabbed his phone from the charger on the nightstand, moved to the door of
the bedroom and slipped out, closing it shut behind him as he moved into the
hallway. The layout of the house was still fuzzy in his head, but he knew for
certain that if he wanted to grab some breakfast, he needed to head downstairs.

As he wandered downstairs, the cook, Jennifer, he thought

her name was, awaited him. She still had on the same apron from the day before,
but the clothes she had on beneath it had changed to warmer colors. The t shirt
was a light green and the slacks a cream color. "Good morning, sir. Would
you like some breakfast?" she asked, a smile beaming at him. She was
fidgeting, he noticed, and he was certain that the effects of the vaccine were
starting to claw at her. He would have to make sure to take care of both her
and the gardener today.

"Sure, Jennifer, that'd be nice. Is it Jennifer, or do

you prefer Jen or Jenny?" he asked her, as she started to lead him towards
the dining room.

"Whatever you'd like, sir," she said, demurely.

"No," he chuckled, "I'm asking you what you

prefer to be called. I don't mind being in charge of the house and all that,
but I'm not about to go around deciding what people are called. What do you
prefer to be called?"

"Jenny, sir," she giggled. "Sorry, sir. What

would you like for breakfast today?"

"Just, like, a croissant or a bagel with egg, cheese

and ham on it? I don't need anything special."

"Give me five minutes and I'll whip something up for

you."

Andy moved to sit down at the dining room table. The chairs

were aimed at a much more formal environment, something he was going to have to
make sure got corrected. He felt a little bit like Michael Keaton as Batman,
sitting at a massively empty table all by himself. He opened his friend group's
Discord chat channel and typed in a message to Eric “ you okay in your new
place, man? “ but he saw that Eric was off line and didn't respond, so he
figured he'd hear back from him later in the day. Phil was up, though, and the
two chatted for a little bit while Andy waited for breakfast to arrive. Jenny
poked her head in. "Did you want juice or milk, or should I make
coffee?"

"God, the girls made drink coffee, but I can't fucking

stand it. So it wouldn't hurt to put a pot on, but none for me, thanks. I'll
just have some orange juice or pineapple juice or whatever."

"Got it," she said, dipping back into the kitchen,

the swinging door closed behind her.

Phil was in good spirits, and let Andy know that he would be

behind the wall in the gated community before the end of the week, which meant
they could all hang out again. Phil insisted that on Saturday, they should all
get together and play poker while the new families intermingled, something Andy
agreed to immediately, and suspected Eric wouldn't have any problem with.

"Sir, can I talk to you for a minute?" Jenny said,

as she brought out a tray with a bagel filled exactly as he'd asked and a glass
of orange juice on it. "I don't mean to be rude or impatient, but,”

"No no, Jenny, I know. You're having trouble thinking

clearly, and would like to get imprinted as soon as possible. Let me eat my breakfast,
and then we can go take care of it if you like."

"I would like, sir, but that's not it." The girl

looked at her hands as she wrung them together nervously before she looked up
at him. "May I speak freely, sir?"

"Jenny, you're now and forever under orders to always

speak freely in the house, okay? What is it?"

"It's my partner, sir, Katie."

"What about her?"

"Well, she, ah, she lied on her forms. Sir."

"About, what exactly, Jenny?" Andy wanted to know

what was going on, but he was also famished, so he took a bite from his
breakfast sandwich, as if encouraging the girl to continue speaking.

"It's, well, it's a bit embarrassing, sir, but, you

know that Katie and I are partners, right?"

Andy swallowed his mouthful and took a sip from his orange

juice before he spoke again. "You did mention it yesterday when you
introduced yourselves." He gestured to a chair across the table from him.
"Sit, sit. Now tell me what's up?"

Jenny looked at the chair like it might bite her, but then

nervously moved to sit down, her hands still folded together on top of the
table. "So, uh, while I'm bisexual, Katie isn't. Sir. She's strictly a
lesbian."

Andy tried to keep his face blank. "Alright."

"So while she's going to need to intake your jism

regularly, she's, uh,”

"She's going to be a pain in the ass about it,"

Katie said, moving into the room, clearly sounding cross. "Is that what
you were going to say, Jen?" Katie was dressed in work clothes, having
been outside working in the gardens, and had dirt on her knees, although she'd
been careful not to drag any loose dirt into the house. "We're so
fucked."

"Baby, no! I just wanted to explain,”

"You just wanted to explain that I wasn't going to do

my job to our new boss. That's just great, Jenny! Now we're going to get hauled
out of here and thrown in jail!"

"Katie, please!"

"We're fucked. We're so fucked, just because you had to

grow a fucking conscience! I could've faked it! I could've pretended and just
gotten through it, but no, you had to,”

"Ah Hem!" Andy said, loudly clearing his throat to

get both of them to settle down. "Can I interject into this, or do you two
want to go on arguing about what I'm going to do without actually knowing
anything?"

Katie moved to nervously sit down in a chair next to Jenny,

looking a little taken aback. "Sorry, sir."

"Sorry, sir," Jenny echoed.

"Thank you." Andy took another bite from his

sandwich, which was delicious, while he let the two women sit in silence a
moment, as if almost daring them to start arguing again.

They made it past him finishing the sandwich without

speaking again, but he was on his last sip of orange juice when Katie, the
Hispanic girl, couldn't help herself and spoke again. "I love my wife,
sir, and I want to remain faithful to her. And you seem like a nice enough man,
but I'm just not attracted to you in any way. Sorry, sir."

Andy smiled and shook his head a little bit. "Good

lord, they barely told me anything, and somehow I still know more about all of
this than you two do. Jenny, are you bisexual, or are you also lesbian?"

"Bisexual, sir, but I'm married. To Katie."

He nodded. "Look, I get that. So here's your options.

If you want, I can tell the army you've changed your mind, and you can go back
there, but if you've already been given the vaccination, you're unfortunately
going to have to get paired up with some man."

"That part's actually true?"

Andy nodded. "I'm sure you're already feeling it, that

unfamiliar blaze in your body. It'll get worse, a lot worse, until it's harder
and harder to think, and you're just a raw, rutting creature, yearning for male
sperm of some kind."

"How horrible," Jenny whispered.

"Better than the disease, Jenny," Katie said,

patting her arm. "So what are our other options?"

"The obvious one is, naturally, that you both continue

to be here, do your jobs, and I simply provide sperm for you to consume. I
mean, I could just bring you in towards the end of a session with me and one of
my partners, or with Nicolette,”

"Who?" Katie asked.

"He knows," Nicolette said, standing in the door,

leaning against the doorframe. She was wearing another maid's outfit, but it
was subtly different than the one she'd worn yesterday. "And he wasn't
mad. He even thought the whole Yvette thing was funny."

"Or I could just agree to always use the two of you

together, but the only person I touch would be Jenny, and Katie could touch
Jenny. It's not strictly what you had in mind, but,”

"But it would satisfy Katie's insistence that she

remain faithful," Jenny said. "Would you be okay with that,
baby?"

"Okay?" Katie said, rolling her eyes. "Well,

I might be able to get to okay eventually, if that's okay with you. Sir."

"Come on," Andy said, rising to his feet.

"Take me to your room and we'll get you both imprinted."

"I'd, I'd rather you not come into our room, sir,"

Katie said. "If that's okay, sir. I'd like that to be just our special
place, mine and Jenny's."

"That's fine, but we'll need to have some place to lay

you both down once you're done."

"I did just fine on one of the couches, Master,"

Nicolette giggled. "Maybe we should use one of the living room spaces
again."

"Alright, but let's use one more off to the side."

"There's always the lounge out in the pool house,"

Katie suggested.

"I have a pool house? Y'know what, forget I asked. Of

course I have a pool house. Fine, let's go out to the pool house. Nicolette, if
the girls wake up, let them know I'll be back in a little bit, okay?"

"Of course Master," she said with a curtsey, as

Katie put her arm around Jenny's waist, and the two started to lead him to the
back yard.

"I don't mean to sound ungrateful, sir," Katie

said, as they walked past the pool. Sure enough, on the other side, there was a
small house, which Andy could see had showers, a sauna, bathrooms, a small
bedroom, and a little lounge. Hell, by itself, it was bigger than the old
condo, and clearly this was a little guest house. "But I don't think your
sperm is going to do anything for me."

"Mentally, sure, probably not, Katie. But on a

biological level, you'll find this whole thing is a little surreal. When you
meet Niko, you'll get to know what sort of state she was in when she came into
my life. She'll tell you the story herself, I'm sure, but from my point of
view, she practically assaulted me before I even got her name."

Jenny grinned impishly, as she closed the door behind Andy.

The lounge had three couches in a U shape pointing towards a massive
television, with a picture window on the side wall facing the pool. "I
have to admit, that sounds kinda hot."

"It was," Andy said, as the two girls pushed him

to sit down in the middle of the couch. "A little terrifying, but kinda
hot. So how do you want to do this?"

Katie leaned up and pressed her lips against Jenny's, as

Jenny's hand smoothed down her wife's hip. The kiss intensified and Andy could
see the tongues dancing together, as Katie's hand moved to cup one of Jenny's
plump tits through the apron before reaching behind her to untie it, pulling it
up and over her head, tossing it aside. "I'm thinking Jenny here'll blow
you, and I'll just share it at the end, so you have to tell us when you're
close. If that's okay. Sir."

"That's fine, Katie. If you always want to do it this

way, that's fine, or if you want to switch it up now and again, we can do that
too."

Katie nodded, and reached down to pull Jenny's t shirt up and

over her head, exposing the brunette's overabundance of titflesh that had
actually been quite concealed by the apron. "We, uh,” She blushed a little
bit before continuing, pushing Jenny down to her knees. "We've had
threesomes before. I don't mind if Jenny gets a little cock now and then, as
long as I'm always there, but it's hard to get men to understand I don't want
any. They usually try to pressure me to join in."

"Well I won't ever do that, Katie," Andy said.

"You don't have to do anything you don't want to do, although,” Jenny had
unbuttoned his jeans, and unzipped them, as the other two continued to talk.

Katie smirked, rolling her eyes a little. "As long as

you don't care if I say no, you can always ask, sir."

"I was just wondering if you wouldn't mind taking your

top off as well, so we're all at least a little exposed here."

"No, I can do that," she said, unzipping the top

of the worksuit. "My tits aren't anywhere near as nice as Jenny's,
though." She peeled the top down to her waist, exposing a perky caramel
colored pair of tits, capped with darker tan nipples.

"You've got excellent tits, Katie," Andy said to

her, as she tied the arms of the top around her waist to tie it in place.
"And don't you ever take shit from anyone who says otherwise."

"Aw, you're sweet, Andy," she said before looking

down at her wife. "How's it look, hon? Something you can work with?"

Jenny nodded, having fished out Andy's cock, her fingertips

stroking up and down it slowly. "It's a good size. I may want to have a
ride on it now and again, if that's okay, baby."

"Let's take it all one step at a time, okay?"

Katie said. She moved to sit down on the couch next to Andy, laughing softly.
"She's always been over eager. But I'll probably let you fuck her now and
again. And I know she's a very good cocksucker. Her old boyfriend used to brag
about it all the time."

"Pig," Jenny said, before she wrapped her lips

around the head of his cock, letting her tongue brush over it slowly, evoking a
shiver from Andy. "Oh! Not you, sir, him."

"I figured that one out, Jenny." Andy glanced over

at Katie. "So are you both really submissive? Did you really want to do
this, be a gardener and a cook?"

"Jenny's mostly submissive, and I'm a switch," the

Hispanic woman said. "And these were the jobs we had in the before times,
just at different places. I was the gardener for some tech millionaire, and
Jenny worked in the kitchen at the S F O airport Marriott, so we'll do our jobs
well, and the other thing reasonably well."

"I just want to make sure I'm not forcing anyone to do

anything they don't want to."

"We will be sure to tell if you're pushing it.

Sir." She laughed slightly at herself, as if chiding herself not to forget
to call him that. "Remember, you're going to have to tell us when you're
close, sir," Katie said.

"I'm a man of my word, Katie."

"I hope so." Jenny pushed her head down onto his

cock, sliding her lips down a few inches before pulling her head back up.
"Oh, if you're going to do it, just fucking do it, Jen." Katie took
her hand and pushed on the back of Jenny's head, forcing her face down hard
into Andy's lap, until he could feel the girl's lips around the base of his
cock, her throat twitching as she was struggling not to gag. Katie leaned in to
whisper into Andy's ear. "She fucking loves shit like this."

After a few seconds, Katie pulled Jenny's head back, and the

girl coughed, laughing throatily, spit dripping from her mouth onto his cock,
tears running down her eyes, a crazy smile on her face. "Oh god, I think I
fucking came when you did that, Kat."

"Well, not to take credit for it, but that was my

precum. You're starting the imprinting process now."

"I call bullshit," Katie said. "Prove

it."

Andy decided the best way to do this was to mostly remain

out of it, so he took Jenny's arm by the wrist, rubbing her palm over the tip
of his cock, which oozed out a little bit of precum, then lifted it up towards
Katie, palm facing her face. "Lick. Prove me wrong."

Katie cocked an eyebrow at him, then leaned forward to run

her tongue along Jenny's palm. As soon as her tongue slurped in that precum,
she leaned back suddenly against the back of the couch, pulling up her knees to
her chest, her face scrunched tightly as she spasmed violently. Andy was fairly
certain that Katie's panties were drenched, but didn't want to embarrass the
girl by looking. After a few seconds, Katie's eyes opened again, and she
groaned, a sultry wanton sound. "Oh you utter bastard," she
moaned. "I know that's all physiological, but fuck was that good,”

"You're going to get that same sensation each time you

get any of my cum. Both of you. Ash's been with me the longest, about two
months now, and she says it's never gotten any less intense, and from time to
time, it's even way more intense than that."

Katie pushed Jenny's head back down into Andy's lap, forcing

her mouth back onto his shaft, as she wriggled in her seat. "How often do
we have to have it?"

"We've experimented around a little bit with trying to

wean a girl off of it, but after about a week or so, it starts impairing logic.
Not a lot, at first, but a little bit. It's harder to think clearly, you find
sex popping into your head unwarranted more than usual. And by ten days, it's
like a painful gnawing hunger. Lauren wanted to try and go two full weeks
without, but on day eleven, ah,”

Katie laughed softly. "Go on. You said we have no

secrets here."

Andy nodded with a slight shrug. "She, uh, when I went

to take my shower in the morning, she followed me in and forced me to fuck her
by trapping me between the wall and the sink. She bent over the sink and braced
her hands against it and pinned me. I mostly just stood there, my ass pressed
against the wallpaper while she thrust back against me hard and fast. She's,
ah, she's a lot stronger than I am."

Both girls laughed, although Jenny's laugh was a bit

muffled, as she still had most of his cock in her mouth. "I think once a
week or so is something we can make work," Katie said, brushing her hand
along the back of Jenny's neck. "See? I told you she was good."

"Fuck, her tongue keeps teasing against the bottom of

my balls. I'm not going to last long like this. You may want to,”

"Sure," Katie said, sliding off the couch and onto

her knees, off to the side of Andy's right leg. "I know how we can do
this." She pulled Jenny's head up and free of his cock before pushing her
over to the other side of Andy's legs, his legs pressed together. "C'mere,
babe." Katie pulled Jenny close, and then the two women kissed with the
length of his cock between them, blocking their lips from reaching each other
until they both slid up and kissed with the head of his cock between them.

Jenny reached down to fondle his balls, and he felt a second

hand join, a little surprised that it was Katie's, as the two tongues danced
against each other, and over the head of his cock, and he couldn't resist any
longer, his body tensing up as he had a hand resting on either of their
shoulders.

When that release hit him, he could see Katie's other hand

on the back of Jenny's neck, as if holding her in place, as he saw Jenny
suddenly reach up and do the same, helping each other to stay locked in place
around the tip of his cock, as he blasted a hot load of spunk into their
mouths. He felt like he gave at least a few pumps of jizz into each of their
mouths, and certainly they were both affected, as each of them began to
tremble, the clasp of hands and necks keeping them all in place, as both of
them swallowed mouthfuls until finally they could resist no longer and both
girls slumped their heads back and to the side, the full weight of their
unconscious bodies pressed into the couch. Each of them trembled and vibrated a
little, the aftershocks of the process clearly still coursing through their
veins.

Both girls were quietly murmuring that familiar word,

imprinting, over and over again.

It took Andy a few seconds to regain his composure, but once

he finally did, he tucked his cock away beneath his boxers and jeans, zipping
them up and rebuttoning them before he stood up and extracted himself from
between them. He moved to lift Katie up onto the couch first, laying the girl
out on it, before picking up Jenny, pushing her onto the couch with Katie,
draping one arm over the Hispanic girl. Then he picked up an afghan laying in
the room and covered them both up, for warmth as much as modesty. It wasn't
freezing cold, but Halloween was next week, and California in October could get
cold. He assumed the guest house had heating, but didn't even have the
slightest idea how to turn it on. He was about to leave, then decided to scout
the pool house out a little more. Sure enough, he found a thermostat, and
noticed it was set to off, so he set the temperature to 70F and turned it from
Off to Auto, hearing a heater kick on along the far side of the building. His
work done, he decided to head back inside.

He stopped to look at the pool, marveling the fact that he

had his very own swimming pool, something southern Californians might have in
spades, but certainly came at a premium in the northern California area, where
real estate was a scarcity. He'd had dreams of his works being optioned, turned
into movies or some such, and hoped that they would make him oodles of money,
but the books hadn't developed a big enough audience where Andy would've felt
comfortable enough letting someone adapt his works while remaining faithful to
what he'd written. A producer had once offered him ten grand for the rights in
perpetuity for everything, offering Andy no creative influence, no backend
profits and no altering of the deal if things performed well. Andy had, in
response, made a Berry Gordy joke that he was sure went over the producer's
head, then politely declined. He'd jokingly referred to it to his friends as
the "you'll take our money, shut your mouth and like it" deal. But he
didn't, he wouldn't and so he didn't have to.

In the end, he'd still ended up with a pool.

He continued heading towards the house, seeing Niko, wearing

just one of his over sized t shirts, although he suspected she probably had
panties on underneath. Her arms were crossed over her chest, so he couldn't be
sure, but he thought that it was one of his Catherine Wheel t shirts. It looked
like the orange corners of the "Ferment" album cover peeking around
her arms. "Morning, sleepyhead," he said, as he walked up towards
her. "Everyone else up?"

"Ash was toweling off when I came downstairs and Lauren

was just heading into the shower, so she should be down in a little bit,"
Niko said to him. If Aisling had fallen into the role of his girlfriend, Niko
had worked herself into becoming his right hand woman. Aisling took care of him
emotionally, and Niko seemed to enjoy making sure everything was humming along.
She'd been the one to structure their packing, and made sure Andy didn't forget
anything he would regret leaving behind. Sure, all of that stuff was being
brought over, but Niko had made certain that Andy hadn't left anything truly
important to other people. "Also, your newest girl is here. She's waiting
in the living room. Well, the front living room. One of the front living rooms.
The one closest to the door. I signed for her, figured you wouldn't mind.
That's her car parked out front, and the Uhaul attached to it has the rest of
the stuff from the condo."

"Nice." Andy was surprised another girl had

arrived so soon, but the Major had made it clear that they would be coming at a
steady rate until he was at capacity, which meant at least another nine or so,
maybe even as many as thirteen more, although Andy had stressed to the Major
that stopping early was absolutely fine. The Major had seemed to think that was
funny. They'd walked inside of the house and headed towards the front living
room. "What's her name?"

"Her name is,”

"Taylor!" Lauren's voice shouted as Andy and Niko

walked into the room. Sitting on the couch was a young blonde, barely five feet
tall, in a white muscle t shirt that didn't cover all of her toned stomach, and
a pair of jeans that looked like they were practically painted on. A denim
jacket was draped over the back of the couch. The girl's hair was platinum
blonde, bordering on white, clearly dyed or bleached, but had dark eyebrows,
and Andy could see dark hair down at the roots. She had a gold belly ring and
heavy Doc Martin shoes. Small diamond earrings adorned her ears, and around her
right wrist was a gold bangle bracelet. Her lipstick was a bright pink. In
fact, it was clear that the girl, who looked like she was in her early
twenties, had spent a decent amount of time on both her outfit and her makeup,
like she wanted to make a good first impression. It was also worth noting that
she was more than a little buxom for her small height, the top strained over
her large tits enough that Andy could make out a white bra on underneath it. If
not for the dark roots, she almost reminded him a little of a smaller version
of Lauren. Both girls had a bit of that 'I'm showing off for Instagram' vibe to
them, although Andy would never have said it that way to Lauren. "Andy, no
fucking way! I do not want that bitch in this house!"

The girl on the couch looked like she was about ready to break

down crying, as Lauren loomed over her. His Aussie partner had put on a bit
more than Niko, in that she was wearing yoga pants and a sports bra. "I'm
sorry, Lauren," the girl, Taylor, said. "I'm so, so sorry,
baby."

"Don't fucking 'baby' me, you whore!" Lauren

shouted, turning to walk towards Andy. "This is intolerable! Figure it
out!" Lauren kept walking right past him and headed towards the stairs,
each step heavy, almost like she was trying to stomp her anger out.
"Figure It Out!" she shouted from upstairs, just before he heard the
bedroom door slam loud enough to rattle the house.

"I take it you know her?" Niko said to Taylor.

"Yeah," Taylor mumbled. "I'm her ex

girlfriend."

Chapter 13

Andy looked at Niko, then at Taylor, then back to Niko,

unsure of what to say to anyone. "Look, Niko, can you figure out her side
of the story?" he said, gesturing to Taylor. "I'm going to go talk to
Lauren and find out what the hell is going on."

"Good luck, babe," Niko said, kissing his cheek.

"Tell her," Taylor said before stopping, biting

her bottom lip in a pout, then starting again. "Tell her if she'll let me,
I'll spend the rest of my life apologizing to her."

Andy didn't know what to say to that, so he walked out of

the room and started heading to the stairs, trying to follow the sound he'd
heard a minute or so ago of Lauren stomping off. Clearly there was bad blood
here, but talking to Taylor first would only hurt Lauren's feelings, so he
needed to check on his partner.

Once he got to the top of the stairs, he saw Aisling leaning

against the outside of the master bedroom door, which was closed. "What's
all this then?" she said, jerking her finger to the door. "Lauren
stormed in here crying a minute ago and told me to go away."

"We just had a new girl show up, and apparently she

used to be Lauren's girlfriend. I'm going to go talk to Lauren about it right
now."

Ash raised her hand. "Are you sure about this,

Andy?"

He shook his head with a sigh. "No, but I'm not going

to sit around and do nothing, so I'm going in there."

"You want me to go in with you?"

Andy shook his head again. "No, better let me go in on

my own."

"Don't have to tell me twice. Who's keeping an eye on

the ex?"

"Niko's down talking to her. You're welcome to join

her."

"I'll do that," she said, moving to kiss his

cheek, much as Niko had done. "You're a good man, Andy Rook. I'm sure
you'll figure it out."

"I think my spaceship knows which way to go. Tell,”

"She knows," Aisling giggled, as she strolled past

him and headed to the stairs.

Andy moved to the bedroom door and considered knocking, but

decided that it would only encourage Lauren to tell him to go away, so he
simply opened the door and stepped in, closing the door behind him. He saw his
Aussie partner sitting on the bed, her knees drawn up to her chest, her arms
folded atop of them, her face buried against her arms. "Okay, Laur, tell
me the whole story," he said, moving over to sit down on the bed.

"Taylor and I dated for about a year. She was even

living with me for a few months, until one day I came home from work early and
found her banging some guy in our,” She paused, wiping her eyes. "She was
fucking some fella in my bed. I threw her out that night, and told her to pick
her shit up the next day. I packed it up and left it in the hallway for her so
I didn't even have to look at her. I haven't even seen her since."

"Okay. What do you want me to do here?"

"Do?" She curled her fingers together into fists

before forcing herself to relax them. "What I want you to do is throw the
bitch out on her ass and leave her to rot in the sun."

"I somehow think the Air Force will come pick her up

and take her back, if that's what you want."

"She deserves a lot worse."

"Well, she's already been injected with the vaccine, so

the urge for male cum is probably eating away at her pretty badly right now,
and you know what that's like."

Lauren's face scrunched up. "It's a need, but it's not

punishment."

"And if I send her away, I'm pretty sure the Air Force

is just going to give her to someone else in New Eden, so it's not like I can
make her just disappear," he said, sighing softly. "But you're the
one with the history here. So you tell me what you want. Should I throw her
out? Is that what you want?"

"What I want? What I want is for her to be punished and

learn some fucking loyalty."

"Do you want to be the one to do that?"

Lauren rubbed her eyes again, then reached to take one of

Andy's hands that had been resting atop of her knee. "What do you
mean?"

"Phil told me that if a woman partakes of the cum of a

man other than the one she's imprinted to, it can have, consequences. Dire
consequences. Which means she's going to have to be loyal to our family, if you
want her to be a part of it."

"She can't just come in without some retribution,

Andy," Lauren said, shaking her head. "I won't let her just walk all
over me like that."

"Lauren. Love. At this point, you have the upper hand.

You hold all the power right now. Your ex is here, and more than anything she
wants to stay here, it looks like. Right before I came up here, she said she'd
do everything she could to spend the rest of her life apologizing to you, to
try and make it up to you. Have you talked to her at all since you threw her
out?"

"I didn't even talk to her when I threw her out,

Andy!" Lauren said, tossing her hands up. "I just, the violation of
trust hurt, so fucking much. She was the first, hell, she was the only
girlfriend I've had here in the states. Well, before all of our family,
anyway."

Andy really hadn't had that much experience with

relationships, and he felt like he was being thrown into the deep end, so he
decided to just speak from his heart and to not overthink it. "I can't
tell you what to feel, Lauren. I can't tell you what to do. But whatever you
want me to do here, I will," he said, pulling his legs up to fold them
underneath him. "If you want me to send her away, I will. If you want me
to bring her into the family, I will. If you want to bring her into the family,
but punish her for what she did to you before, we can do that."

"How do I even punish her, Andy?"

"I don't know, Lauren!" he said, unfolding his

legs as he scooted up onto the bed alongside her, pulling her head to rest on
his shoulder. "I've never been cheated on before. Did you have any sign
that it was coming?"

"I knew she was bisexual, but it hadn't been a problem

before. At least, I don't think it had. She'd joked around about missing real
cock from time to time, but that's all I took it as! Jokes!" Lauren
snuggled up against him. "If it was that much of a problem, the bitch should've
talked to me first before she went out trawling for cock!"

"She looked quite a bit younger than you, Laur. Maybe

she was afraid you'd take it the wrong way, or get upset with her," he
said. "Before any of this, I'd never dated a bisexual. I don't know what it's
like to want two entirely different things from a partner."

"It's not really all that different from us, Andy,

except for the bits and bobs. If you want something soft and gentle, you come
to me. If you want something playful and fun, you go to Ash. If you want
something wild and reckless, you go to Niko. If you want a mix, you mix and
match."

"Don't think I notice you dodging my question."

"Strewth, Andy, I've forgotten even what it was."

"What do you want me to do here? You want me to send

her away?"

Lauren bit her lip, thinking it over a moment, before she

shook her head from side to side, not saying a word.

"Then you want me to bring her into the family?"

The question hung in the air exactly in the way that bricks

don't. "Taylor and I were good together, so I think, I think we can be
good together again, eventually, but that doesn't mean I want to let her off
the hook for what she did." There was a soft knock at the door, and Andy
looked down to Lauren, who called out. "Come on in."

The door opened and Aisling let herself in, closing the door

behind her. "Well, nobody's been cut in half, so I think I'll take that as
progress," she said, as she moved over to the bed. "Taylor's mostly
been crying a bit in the living room, begging for the chance to apologize, to
make it up to Lauren, to do whatever she can to get back into her good
graces." Ash hopped up and smoothed a hand along Lauren's leg. "So
what are doing? What was it Lily joked around about that one time?" She
paused, trying to remember the phrase before a wicked grin spread on her lips.
"Oh yeah. You want me to go cuntpunt the bitch?"

That made Lauren laugh, a short laugh at first, followed by

a longer one, until Aisling was laughing with her, and eventually even Andy
joined in. "Let's not get out of control," Lauren said. "I'm
angry, but I'm not gonna condone violence."

"So I think we've figured out all the things we aren't

going to do, but what are we going to do?" Andy asked.

Lauren sat up, drew in a long breath, then exhaled, as if

resolved in her decision, as she slid off the bed. "Let's go. I don't want
to say it all twice, so you can hear it when I tell Taylor."

The three of them headed back downstairs, and moved back

into the living room, where Taylor sat, Niko sitting on a couch across from her.
Taylor's eyes were red, her makeup running a little. She looked like she was
about to say something, but Lauren raised her hand, signaling that she should
be quiet, so Taylor didn't speak.

"Okay, Taylor, you've made it clear you want to get

back with me, but I'm with Andy now, so I'm going to explain you what your
three choices are, and you aren't going to say a fucking word unless you're
asked a direct question. Understand?"

Taylor looked almost too scared to speak, but nodded in

response.

"Good. Your first choice is that you can walk out that

door and never come back. That's going to be the end result if you don't do
exactly what I'm about to explain to you." Lauren gestured for everyone to
take a seat, but remained standing while they did. "You fucking broke my
heart, so if you think you get to just do that and come back without any
consequences, you're out of your fucking mind. The next month is going to be
one long test for you. After a week, I'm going to let Andy imprint you,
assuming you make it that long, which I'm not sure you will."

"Imprint means he'll fuck you," Niko added, seeing

the confused look on the girl's face.

"Exactly," Lauren said, continuing. "But to

get to that point, you're going to have to prove exactly how sorry you are
about what you've done. And you're going to do that by being the house
bitch."

Andy arched an eyebrow, but knew better than to interrupt.

Lauren seemed like she was on a roll, and all that pain that had been welling
up inside of her was just pouring out.

"For the next month, you aren't going to wear any

clothes around the house except for a dog collar. We'll keep the heat on in the
house, so it won't be cruel, but you are going to be bare ass naked twenty four
hours a day, except for that dog collar. You aren't going to speak to anyone
unless spoken to, and when you are spoken to, you will answer questions simply
and directly, without opinion or embellishment, unless specifically asked. No
phone. No contact with the outside world. No trying to explain yourself or talk
your way out of it, which I know is going to be hell on wheels for you, because
you do fucking love to talk. You will eat what and when I tell you that you can
eat. You will sleep when and where I tell you that you can sleep. I'll be kind
enough to let you use a toilet on your own, but that's the only fucking amenity
you're going to get for the whole month. I'm probably going to make you eat
your food out of a goddamn bowl, and make you sleep curled up at the foot of
the bed like the bitch that you are."

Aisling chuckled a little bit, wondering to herself if the

cuntpunt might've been less painful.

"Assuming you can make it a week like this, I'm going

to let Andy fuck you while I'm present, but I'm going to make him be as rough
and brutal as he can with you, and I'm only going to let him fuck two holes on
you, your face and your ass. You don't get to put anything in your cunt for the
whole month. Not Andy's cock, not a sex toy, not even your own fucking fingers.
Now I know Andy likes dirty talk, and because I've learned to put my partner's
needs above my own, when he's fucking you like a common whore, you're going to
talk like one. In fact, it's going to be the only time when you're allowed to
say more than a few words during the whole month. You are going to be the
nastiest, filthiest gutter trash slut you can be while he's drilling your ass
so hard you feel like he's got his cock in your stomach. You are going to put
pornos to shame with how crass you're going to be. And you're going to have to
love every fucking second of it, because if I doubt you for even a second, I
will throw your ass into the back yard. All the gratitude you have at being
given a second chance, you are going to pour that into convincing my man that
you love being his fucking whore, his little bitch."

Aisling had settled on one side of Andy, Niko on the other,

and Niko could tell Andy was a little apprehensive, so she took his hand and
squeezed it gently, reassuringly.

"Now if you can make it until the end of the month,

take your punishment like a woman and not complain one bit, then I will forgive
your transgression and welcome you into the home. You can be a normal person
again. You can be part of the family, a partner to me and Andy and Aisling and
Niko. All of the month will be forgotten and you will be forgiven for breaking
my heart last year. But I am not going to ever forget what you did, which leads
me to your third choice."

Andy could hear Taylor's breath catch a little bit.

"If we bring you into this house, and you ever fuck around

with someone outside of the family, and I mean fucking anybody, man or woman,
and you will be fucking done here. We will banish you from the house and you
will be fucking dead to us. Now you don't know what this vaccine's done to you
yet, so let me tell you that if you have any fucking doubts about being able to
stay faithful to this group of people, you should walk out that door right
fucking now, because you will be doing yourself a favor. The only reason I'm
not making you wait a month before getting imprinted is because you wouldn't
fucking last that long. Shit, you may not even last the whole goddamn
week."

Lauren stalked over toward Taylor, who was looking up at her

with wide eyes, dumbstruck by all of this.

"By the end of the week, you are going to need a cock

so bad, that it is going to take every inch of willpower in your body not to
just grind against Andy until he gives it to you. I know you think you're a
badass bitch, but let me tell you, you aren't shit compared to Niko. She's the
toughest bitch I've ever met, and this vaccine hit her so hard, she could
barely string a fucking sentence together when I met her. She was thirsty for
cock in a way I didn't think was even possible. She practically raped him in
front of his roommate. I tried to go without Andy's cum myself for a short
while, and I intended on going two weeks without, just to prove to myself that
I could do it."

Lauren reached down and grabbed Taylor's chin, turning her

face up so that she couldn't look away. "By day eleven, I was a little
rutting bitch, my cunt was dripping in fucking puddles, and eventually I shoved
Andy into a fucking wall and made him drill me like a two dollar whore until I
got my fucking fix. This vaccine is going to turn you into a fucking junkie for
his cum, and I'm going to make sure he gives you a dose about once a week, but
you aren't going to have a word of complaint the whole time, no matter how
itchy you feel, no matter how desperately you want it, no matter how hot you
feel on the inside. You get your jizz when I decide you get it, not any other
time. Ash, what's today's date?"

"October 26th."

"That means from now until Thanksgiving, you won't be a

person. You will be this house's pet who shit on the fucking rug, and you will
be in the doghouse like a bitch deserves to be. But if you can make it to
Thanksgiving, well, then we'll all sit down for a nice Thanksgiving dinner and
welcome you into the family like a real person. And all will be forgiven, but
not forgotten, because if you ever, ever, ever cheat on me again, no, if you
cheat on this family, my fucking family, you will dead to the fucking world, if
not just dead. Period. Am I making myself perfectly clear?"

Taylor nodded, still too in shock to even dare speaking.

"Now strip off those clothes and I want you to tell

each and every one of the people in this room you're sorry, you're a worthless
bitch, and you're going to work to do better." Lauren finally felt like
she had said enough, and moved to sit down in one of the plush armchairs
scattered around the room.

Taylor rose to her feet, slowly, nervousness plain on her

face, as she moved over to stand in front of Niko. She pulled her shirt up and
over her head, unfastening her bra to expose those massive tits of hers, at
least a DD cup size, large aerola with stiff pink nipples, still firm by the
kindness of youth. She looked directly into Niko's eyes and spoke for the first
time in what felt like ages. "My name is Taylor, I'm sorry for what I did
to Lauren, I'm a worthless bitch, and I'm going to work to do better."

Niko wasn't sure if she was supposed to say something, so

she remained silent.

Taylor moved to the other side of Andy and stood in front of

Aisling. She pulled off her tennis shoes and socks, then unbuttoned her jeans,
practically peeling them down her hips before kicking them off, standing in
front of the Irish girl in only a thong. "My name is Taylor, I'm sorry for
what I did to Lauren, I'm a worthless bitch, and I'm going to work to do
better."

Aisling also remained silent, but offered a little nod.

Taylor stepped a little to her left, standing directly in

front of Andy, who took a good look at her, as she pushed the thong down to her
ankles and stepped out of it, leaving her totally nude. She looked fit, as fit
as Lauren, but Andy wasn't even entirely sure she was old enough to drink.
There wasn't a tan line on her body, and her snatch was entirely shaven, but
the thing that surprised him the most was that he could see a slight glisten
between her thighs, as she turned her bright blue eyes to look at him, hints of
tears in them. "My name is Taylor. I'm sorry for what I did to Lauren. I'm
a, no, I'm your worthless bitch, and I'm going to work to do better. Sir."

Andy felt like remaining silent was the right thing to do,

so he didn't say anything to her either.

Finally, Taylor moved over to stand in front of Lauren, and

then slipped down to her knees, folding her hands in front of her, as her eyes
looked up at the Australian woman, pleading for this to work. "My name is
Taylor. I'm very sorry for the horrible thing I did to you, Lauren. I'm your
worthless bitch, and I'm going to work to do better."

Lauren lifted her hand up and then slapped Taylor across the

face as hard as she could, the sound of it ringing like a gunshot, as Taylor's
cheek immediately started to blossom a dark red. "Down on all fours,
bitch. And you better not fucking disappoint me again. Your month starts
now."

Taylor lowered herself down onto her hands and knees, and

then laid down, curling at Lauren's feet. And the room stayed silent for a good
long moment, before Lauren spoke again.

"So, are we going to go take a tour of the town or

what?"

To be continued in part 5, by CorruptingPower for Literotica.

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