"The Forgotten": A post-apocalyptic tale

[Alice2015]

Rita and Jo:

Rita had left the orientation for the 3 newbies and returned directly to her own room on Four. There, she again cried over the loss of Alaina.

She silenced her sobs at the sound of others entering the berthing area's common area beyond her door. After a period of silence, she made a visit to the Hygiene Room to pee, and upon exiting found the new girl sitting on one of the couches in the TV room.

"They gave us with quite a collection," she said after approaching Jo Lupo and ensuring that the woman had detected her presence first. Gesturing toward the flat screen TV sitting on a stand, Rita explained, "It taps right into Bertha's entertainment cache. Bertha's the facility's AI, in case you didn't know."

Speaking up, Rita asked, "Bertha, how many movies, TV series, and individual sporting event recordings are available to us?"

The AI returned an immediate answer, "I have available 5,440 full length motion pictures; 3,390 shorts; 1,630 series totally more than 14,000 episodes--"

"Thank you, Bertha," Rita cut the answer off. She chuckled softly, clarifying, "About half of those episodes are soap operas in either Spanish, Danish, or German. The tough guys who constructed this place were fond of Soap Operas and Telenovelas. Same thing, I guess; different languages."

Bertha waited four Rita to go silent before she politely reminded, "Use of the entertainment systems in public audio mode in the Berthing Commons Area is restricted after 9pm, Miss Reynolds. You may, however--"

"Thank you, Bertha," Rita again interrupted. To Jo, she explained, "The Commons is a quiet zone after Nine."

She dropped onto the couch near the newest Security Officer, forcing herself to smile. "It's good to have a new face here ... a new female face. Oh, the guys are great, of course ... but ... losing Alaina has been and will continue to be hard on Marcia and Adeline ... and the Captain, of course. The three of them -- Alaina, Marcia, and Adeline, not Alice -- they were..."

Her voice trailed off. Looking around for eavesdroppers and finding none, Rita said softly in gossiping mode, "They were lovers. The three of them. No ... no, it was more than that: they were in love. Especially Marcia and Alaina."

Rita's eyes glazed over. She blinked away the tears, forcing another smile onto her quivering lips. Whispering, she was barely able to get out, "I envied them."

 

[Alice2015]

Leslie:

After first returning to the Infirmary to finish some record keeping related to the newly reanimated Stiffs, Leslie asked the AI, "Bertha, what is Lieutenant Collins's current location?"

Getting it, she headed for him, coming to a quick stop when she stepped through a doorway and found herself face to face with him. She immediately teared up and sobbed before whispering, "I'm sorry, Ty. I'm so sorry. Please ... please don't hate me..."

 

[The_Weeping_Angel]

Mac:
After the saloon conversation Mac grabbed a data tablet from the Monitoring station, he’d almost asked Alaina where a spare one was. Te question half asked as he looked at her empty seat. Fuck! Couple of them were on a side table plugged in and charged up, so he took one of those and then headed downstairs.

“Bertha, where’s Captain Alice?”

“Captain Alice Walker is in her office with Lieutenant Tyrande Collins.”

“Thank you,” he said before he remembered it was a computer AI and didn’t need thank you or goodbyes or any other Human politeness.

“You're Welcome,” the system replied.

Going into Alice’s bedroom he stripped down and slid under the blankets. The system kept it colder, mostly for the safety of the computer systems. Plus, humans got less angry and irritable when it was cold. Would she still want him here tonight, after Alaina? Or did she need him more?

Laying there he went over the facilities power systems, seeing if he could divert/reroute/conserve power anywhere.

When the door opened he looked up and set the tablet to the sde before pulling the blankets back enough to ive her room to join him, his bare hip visible.

“Come to bed,” he told her. “It’s been a long day.”

 

[The_Weeping_Angel]

Rita and Jo:
Her voice trailed off. Looking around for eavesdroppers and finding none, Rita said softly in gossiping mode, "They were lovers. The three of them. No ... no, it was more than that: they were in love. Especially Marcia and Alaina."

Rita's eyes glazed over. She blinked away the tears, forcing another smile onto her quivering lips. Whispering, she was barely able to get out, "I envied them."

“Haven’t found the girl of your dreams yet?” Lupo asked. “I found one. We were engaged. Almost stopped at Vegas on the way to Peterson. Does this thing have any porn?” Jo asked looking the cheerleader over. “Fuck! We figured we’d do it on the weekend. A weekend that never came. We had base housing. So maybe Candy survived on Peterson. Did they ever find cure? I hope she found someone after I didn’t come back. God I hope she doesn't think I ran out on her! I really hope she didn’t go back to that asshole Tommy! She probably did, If they let her off base anyways.”

“Only Fan model, stripper, cheerleader for Seattle Seahawks, Vegan, and part time lesbian. I ate enough fur burger for both of us.”

“Do we have an alcohol? I need a fucking drink! The Sarge is off isolating again. He must have liked the Girl… Alaina? I’m Guessing everybody did.”

Shutting off the TV she looked at Rita, “God given or man made?” she asked bluntly.

 

[Alice2015]

Adeline, Spencer, and John:

Adeline had left the meeting to go straight to the Monitoring Station, but even looking at Alaina's favored rolling office chair caused her stomach to turn over with horror; she left immediately, passing Mac on the way out and diverting her eyes, not wanting him to see them glazing over with threatening tears.

She headed down to the Level 4, intending on heading to her room to sleep but instead finding herself in the Gym running hard on a treadmill. That didn't last long, though, and after a quick, hot shower, she headed for her quarters wrapped in a towel and carrying her clothes.

Adeline caught sight of one of the newbies, Spencer, standing at the open door of the quarters that she would quickly realize must be the other newbie male, John. She didn't know that Spencer -- suffering from the post-cryo horniness that they'd all suffered through in their own ways -- had knocked on the new hacker's door in the hopes that the something he'd seen and heard in John's tone and body language had been his gaydar operating properly.

"So, what's the topic of conversation?" she asked, startling the Doctor a bit as she spoke from just feet behind him. She giggled, saying, "Sorry, didn't mean to sneak up on you."

Continuing forward until she, too, was standing in the doorway, Adeline caught how Spencer's eyes fell to her bosom -- pushed up and in by the towel wrapped tightly around her torso -- and smiled to him before looking to the new hacker and smiling to him as well. Adeline couldn't know what the sexual preferences of either of the men were; fortunately for her, each of them played for both teams in their own way.

"I know it's been a shocker of a day," she began as she stepped past Spencer into the room. "We lost Alaina. The two of you learned that everyone you ever knew was lost a century ago. It sucks, big time."

She let the towel slip from her body to the floor, her freckled body fully exposed to them; she'd been keeping her privates shaved smooth for the pleasure of her female lovers, and now for the first time since reanimation -- that excluded her time with the rapist, obviously -- a male, two of them for clarity's sake were able to take in the view of her swollen labia and the already excited little button of joy that peeked out for attention.

"But there's no reason why we couldn't salvage the day," she suggested with a smile.

 

[The_Weeping_Angel]

Ty:
He’d sat in the sauna, moping/sulking some would say. But he was thinking. Running through various scenarios, trying to figure out a different way things could have been done to save Alaina’s life. He’d failed her. He failed to catch The Prisoner before he could drug Alaina. He’d ailed to stop him from killing her.

He failed Leslie by not being available for her to talk to. After the Fentanyl problem had been disclosed he told her to talk to him. And she hadn’t. She’d told the Captain, probably Alaina and Adeline about the baby. But not him. He was fairly certain she wanted the Ob/Gyn for an abortion. Why else wouldn’t she tell him?

Standing up he opened the door and Leslie was there.

"I'm sorry, Ty. I'm so sorry. Please ... please don't hate me..."

“I don’t hate you,” he replied sadly. “Are you ready to tell me why you want an abortion? Why you didn’t tell me you were pregnant? Why you didn’t talk to me?”

 

[The_Weeping_Angel]

John:
He’d never been one to pass up sex. He was kind of an introvert, which was great for his job, but sucked for his sex life. And after listen to Spencer ask if he was lonely, and then having the red head ask if they wanted company he smiled and gestured for his bed.

“I’m sure it’s going to be tight in here, but I desperately need company. And yes, I like both flavors.” Since Adeline had already showed hers, he pulled his shorts off and showed his. He’d already been shirtless so that left Spencer the only one wearing clothes. Crossing the room he asked. “Did you need help with those?” Then he caressed he other man’s chest through the shirt before he turned and slid his fingers into the Red head’s hair and kissed her. “I’m usually top, but for a threesome, I’ll make exceptions.”

Slipping down to his kneed he kissed Adeline just about her swollen clit then turned to Spencer and slid the man’s shorts down. His mouth finding a swollen cock and kissing it, before taking him past his lips and licking him. A soft moan escaping him as he suckled the other man’s gorgeous cock.

 

[Alice2015]

Rita and Jo:

“Haven’t found the girl of your dreams yet?” Lupo asked Rita.

The younger woman giggled, then blushed. She began to explain that she wasn't a lesbian, then stopped. Maybe she was; she'd been with a girl once, though, all the farther they'd gone was getting their fingers wet in each other's southern pleasure zone. Neither had orgasmed from what they'd done to each other; neither had honestly fully understood the concept of orgasm, really. Oh sure, they'd seen it on TV and the internet. But neither had truly understood climax and the joy that came from it until each had separately driven themselves to orgasm on their own in the days following their one-time encounter together.

Rita wouldn't enjoy the euphoria of sex with another person until Ty, in the shower a week or so ago. She still wanted to lose her virginity to the Lieutenant ... or, so she still believed. Alaina's death had affected everyone greatly, even in areas having nothing to do with her, such as Rita's loss of her flower.

And to learn that Leslie was pregnant by Ty...? Well, Rita would be lying if she said that didn't mean something. She was beginning to think that she'd take a pass on Ty. Oh, it wasn't just because there were other men -- other cocks -- available to her now, though, that was in fact true. Spencer and John were both very handsome men, and Rita could see her getting naked with either one of them ... if she could just make up her mind one way or the other regarding Ty.

Rita suddenly realized that Jo had been talking to her and snapped back to reality. She'd been engaged, to a woman ... Vegas, marriage, Candy ... not candy the confection, but Candy with an upper case 'C' ... Candy ... sounds like a stripper name. Rita couldn't know how right she was, of course.

"So maybe Candy survived on Peterson," Jo went on.

Rita felt a chill run up her spine. She'd wondered the same thing about her family back in Bend, Oregon. They'd been farmers and ranchers and had grown/raised 95% of what they ate, so they would have had enough food to feed themselves for years after society collapsed. But that damn virus had gotten to every corner of the world, and what with her parents running a WWOLF learning farm and ranch, they'd had people on the property -- strangers, from near and far -- nearly every day of the week during the Pandemic's early days.

"Did they ever find cure?" Jo asked about said plague. She continued on about Candy, "I hope she found someone after I didn’t come back. God, I hope she doesn't think I ran out on her!"

"I'm sure she didn't," Rita said, not really certain about anything but wanting to sound sympathetic.

Jo talked more about Candy, about some guy named Tommy, about eating fur burger. Rita couldn't help but laugh at that; it was so ... graphic!

“Do we have an alcohol?" Jo asked. "I need a fucking drink!"

"I don't think so ... maybe ... I dunno," Rita answered. She shrugged, saying, "I mean, I wouldn't know. I don't drink. I mean, I haven't drank ... not really. Some champagne at special events. I tried Kahlua once ... and peppermint Schnapps. They say they want to build a still, for making moonshine." Again, Rita giggled, saying as if telling a secret, "They want me to grow the stuff they need, but I don't really know if I can."

Jo brought up Ty and Alaina, saying, "He must have liked the Girl… Alaina? I’m Guessing everybody did.”

"Yeah ... we all did," Rita said, fighting her body's need to cry and sob again. Succeeding, she said in barely over a whisper, "Alaina was pregnant. I think it was Ty's ... the Lieutenants. Don't tell him I said that. I'm not a gossip. It's just ... it's nice to talk to someone who--"

Rita was about to say isn't sleeping with all the other girls but caught herself. She instead only said, "It's good to talk to someone ... to share."

Jo suddenly shifted the subject, looking to Rita's generous bosom and asking bluntly, “God given or man made?”

Again, Rita's face exploded in a fiery blush as she dropped her gaze to her fingers, which -- unknown to her -- had been fumbling together in her lap. She giggled again, peeking up as she answered, "God-given, I guess." She laughed aloud, quipping, "Not that they've done anything for me except make a tight sports bra necessary when I use the treadmill."

Again looking around for eavesdroppers and finding no one in sight, Rita leaned in a bit closer and confessed, "I'm still a virgin. I ... I don't think it's much of a secret around here, so I don't know why I'm whispering."

 

[Alice2015]

Leslie and Ty:

“I don’t hate you,” Ty replied when Leslie asked him not to. “Are you ready to tell me why you want an abortion? Why you didn’t tell me you were pregnant? Why you didn’t talk to me?”

Leslie's eyes and mouth both widened as Ty talked, and when he finished, she said, "I don't want an abortion. I ... no, Ty, you're wrong. I mean ... you misunderstood. I--"

She went silent, considering her explanation. She'd chosen the Ob/Gyn for reanimation not to perform an abortion on her but to inject her with his sperm in an effort to create doubt as to just who was the father of her baby, if not permanently then at the least for the short term.

But after Alaina's death -- and the end of yet another pregnancy attributable to Ty Collins -- Leslie had changed her mind. She wasn't going to confuse the issue, and she wasn't going to give up the pregnancy. She moved closer to her lover, reaching out her hands to tentatively touch his torso as she told him, "Ty, I want this baby. I want you to want this baby, too. But ... if you can't..."

The emotion was choking Leslie up, and she wasn't able to finish, instead only sobbing as she moved forward to hold her lover to her, hoping that he would accept the embrace without resistance.

 

[Alice2015]

Adeline, Spencer, and John:

“I’m sure it’s going to be tight in here," John said, confirming to the naked Adeline that he was indeed interested in sex, adding, "but I desperately need company."

Spencer was still standing in the doorway, silently watching what was unfolding before him. The other man then said, "And yes, I like both flavors.”

Before the doctor knew it, the male hacker was caressing his chest, asking about his clothing, “Did you need help with those?”

"No," Spencer said, then realizing that his answer had sounded like a rejection, corrected, "I, um ... I got it."

As he began unbuttoning his shirt, he watched with interest as the other man dropped to his knees and kissed at her womanhood.

“I’m usually top," John said, "but for a threesome, I’ll make exceptions.”

John's mind leaped to his husband, Harry, who'd certainly been dead and gone now for a century, leaving John himself a widower. As he unbuckled and unbuttoned, his seriously hardened cock pushed the waistband of his briefs away from his belly. Thinking of Harry, John thought, He would have wanted me to find someone after him. He wouldn't have wanted me to be alone.

A joke amongst the friends and family of the Longs -- Harry had abandoned his Russian surname of Agafonov for Spencer's surname -- was that Harry was the wife of the household. He was a stay-at-home parent while Spencer worked at a trio of local hospitals in his capacity as an Ob/Gyn. Harry was also the bottom in their sexual relationship. Spencer had never enjoyed cock in his ass; oh, it wasn't the penetration that he minded but instead was the fact that he couldn't experience orgasm by it.

He did enjoy sucking cock, though, as much as he enjoyed having his cock sucked. He knew a lot of tops who didn't perform orally. He'd never cared for those kinds of men; their sex lives had been more about dominating other men rather than sharing the experience.

As he watched John licking at the redhead's pussy, Spencer felt his briefs coming down his thighs. John's mouth found his cock, kissing it, licking it. John moaned, as did Spencer, his fit chest swelling with deeply drawn breaths. He reached both hands down to caress the other man's cheek and slip his fingers into the man's hair. The pleasure was unbelievable, greatly enhanced by the effects of the cryo drugs.

If John continued what he was doing for even a few seconds more, Spencer feared he might explode, showering the man's mouth and face with great globs of cum.

Very near to them, Adeline had taken one of the kneeling man's hands and moved it in between her thighs. She manipulated his fingers into the wetness of her labia, yearning for him to penetrate her, wetting his fingers and maybe pleasuring her clit as his mouth was the other man's cock.

 

[The_Weeping_Angel]

Jo:
“The Sarge was.. well ‘ll be damned.” Lupo responded even as Rita’s confession of Maidenhood was spilling from her. “Maybe you’re whispering cause you wanted to lean in closer to me?”

Jo wanted to pin the girl to the couch or the floor and cure her virginity really quick, but something told her not yet. Instead, she moved closer to the girl and pulled that blond head in for a hug. “You cry as much as you need.”


Ty:
“Never said I didn't want kids,” Ty explained. “It’s difficult for me to form emotional attachment. I get up so early in the morning because I keep seeing family and friends dying. Every time I sleep. I watch them die. Over and over. I don’t sleep. I have nightmares for 5 hours or more at a time.”

When she stared crying again and stepped closer he fell silent, just holding her. He’d spent years talking to head shrinks about his mental issues. Until he just accepted them. It never changed, talking about it. He watched his friends die, every night. Over and over.


John:
With Spencer's cock buried in his throat, John slithered his tongue back and forth as he free hand caressed the man's silky smooth balls. And the warm wetness of the red-head was amazing, his own cock was hard as steel and reaching for the sky. He wanted to ask her to suck him, or sit on him, hell stroke him. But that would have meant letting go of the cock in his Mouth. And that wasn’t happening. Not yet anyways. Pulling back he flicked his tongue across the head, before deep throating him again. And again.

 

[Alice2015]

Rita and Jo; Level 4, berthing, Commons:

(OOC: A follower of the thread -- thank you, by the way -- asked me in PM, "How did Rita not see Adeline and Spencer in John's doorway in the berthing area. Am I missing something?" First, let me say, thank you for reading! Second, you're right, they should have seen each other. We're going to pretend that they were in that same general location just far enough apart so as to not have seen one another. Things might change in this regard, though; standby. )


“The Sarge was..." Jo began, surprised by the revelation that Ty was Leslie's baby daddy. "Well, I'll be damned.”

Rita didn't show surprise about the fact, of course, but then she'd known about Ty and Leslie's coupling almost from the time it had begun and she was aware of how the birds and the bees worked, even if she herself wasn't tweeting or buzzing with anyone.

Her own personal revelation -- of being a virgin -- seemed to pique Jo's interest, with the woman responding, “Maybe you’re whispering cause you wanted to lean in closer to me?”

Rita giggled again; she seemed to be doing a lot of that with the newly arrived beauty. She began to contradict Jo -- she wasn't gay, was she? -- but couldn't find the words that would explain her long held believe that she was into cock, not pussy, without offending the other woman, who obviously preferred the latter.

As she was still formulating a response, Rita felt Jo's arms going around her as the new Security Force woman told her, “You cry as much as you need.”

Rita tentatively wrapped her arms around the other woman's torso, not entirely sure as to whether Jo was saying you go ahead and cry about Alaina ... or I know it's hard deciding over cock or pussy, so feel free to hold onto my delicious bod' while you decide.

"Thank you," Rita whispered, initially returning the hug like a kid might do for that Aunt in the family who you had to hug so as not to offend her but wanted to get away from because she smelled of Mentholatum and cigarettes. But as the hug continued, the Plant Lady felt a chill run up her spine and gooseflesh explode across her arms and upper legs. Not since Ty had held her against the tile wall of that hot shower, fingering her to an explosive orgasm, had she been held by another bunker mate, male or female, not even after the loss of their hacker friend.

It felt good, being embraced like this, and while Rita didn't think it was a sexual gesture -- Jo knew she wasn't gay, right? -- she couldn't help but feel a bit of a stirring down where her thighs met. She tightened her grip around Jo, whispering again, "Thank you."

Rita nuzzled her head into the crook of the other woman's neck and shoulder, enjoying the comfort of a sympathetic person -- or was it empathetic -- at this trying time. But a moment became a long moment, and Rita -- since she wasn't gay and this wasn't sexual, right?? -- began to wonder if maybe it was becoming too long.

She loosened her grip around the other woman's body and pulled her head back to look Jo in the eyes from an intimate distance. Without doing it on purpose or even realizing that she'd done it, Rita looked longingly to the lips before her and then licked her own, as if preparing to put the two pair together.

Looking down again, suddenly flushing with embarrassment, Rita whispered so softly that she might not have even been heard, "I'm not gay. I'm..."

But then she looked up into Jo's eyes again, a longing expression on her face, and saw those lips again. Meeting the other woman's gaze one last time, Rita only whispered, "...but..."

 

[Alice2015]

Leslie and Ty, outside the sauna (Level 4):

“Never said I didn't want kids,” Ty explained after Leslie spoke of wanting to keep the child he'd put in her.

He talked about his emotional attachment issues, something she was well aware of but -- because they were his problems -- she would never truly be able to understand. The trauma Ty had lived with all his life was overwhelming to him, and Leslie -- who'd been awoken on occasion by her lover's soft cries during dreaming or sudden jolts as those dreams awoke him with a start -- had done her best to help him with them, wanting so badly to help him get past them, yet knowing it was out of her control.
He held her as she clutched to him, sobbing; her tears began to wet the front of his uniform shirt, darkening the fabric. After a long, loving embrace, Leslie pulled back to look up into Ty's face. With a soft, loving voice, she told him, "I'm having this baby ... your baby. I love you, Ty Collins. I know that deep down, whether you believe it or not ... whether you think you are capable of it ... that you love me, too."

Leslie released her grip around Ty's body and backed up just until they were no longer in contact. Reaching a hand up to caress his face, she continued, "One day, you will get past these horrors that have plagued you for so long. What happened to you--"

Her voice cracked as she recalled the tragedy that had shaped Ty's life and, as a result, was preventing him from being able to commit to a lover again, to her. She smiled to him, stood on her tippy toes to reach her lips to his, then lowered to her flat feet again and smiled as she finished, "I am in no hurry, Lieutenant. You'll come around ... some day ... and I'll be right here ... waiting for you."

Leslie lowered a hand to her belly, which -- obviously -- was currently just as flat and not showing signs of pregnancy as the first time Ty had kissed his way down it toward her pussy. "This is my baby ... for now. When you are ready for it to be your baby ... we're here for you."

Her smile widened again, and if he had nothing more that he wanted or needed to say to her at this moment, Leslie was content with turning and heading off to her bed for a badly needed night's sleep.

 

[Alice2015]

Spencer, Adeline, and John in the latter's bedroom:

John's mouth around his cock and fingers on his balls was simply too much for Spencer, whose excitement was rising exponentially for multiple reasons: there were the cryo drug's and their horniness side effects, of course; there were the four months that he'd gone without sex, whether with his husband or with his own hand, prior to entering stasis, remembering that his 144 years in stasis was moot in this situation; there was the highly sexually charged situation of heading toward a threesome with two highly beautiful people, something in which Spencer hadn't been involved since his first days in college; and, obviously, there was the very skilled oral action of the man on his knees.

"I'm gonna cum," he warned softly as he realized that climax was imminent. "I'm gonna..."

Spencer hadn't had to warn a man of this in years; his only male lover over the past six years had been his husband, and Harry knew his husband well enough by now to know when Spencer was going to cum even before Spencer did. With his hands still on John's head, Spencer tightened his grip initially, not wanting the man to pull back and deprive him of emptying his balls into his mouth. But then he quickly released his hold, his fingers barely touching John's head, signaling that retreat was permissible.

With a loud grunt of satisfaction, Spencer felt his cock leaping, spewing forth great globs of cum, the ecstasy exploding through his entire being as it hadn't in years; later, when he had time to reflect, he'd realize that this orgasm was even more spectacular than anything he'd experienced in the dark hideaway places to which he and Leslie had often gone for their little rendezvouses.

Beside him, Adeline was smiling from ear to ear at what she was seeing and, of course, what she was feeling; she was amazed at how John could deep throat Spencer's better than average sized cock while also fingering her clit without the awkwardness of a teenage boy who was touching a pussy for his very first time.

Seeing and hearing the doctor cum, Adeline stepped a bit closer, wrapping her arms around his fit body, steadying him; she correctly suspected that his knees would become weakened by the euphoria erupting through him and helped him to remain standing and steady through the waves of delight.

When the two men were finished with phase one of their evening, the French beauty urged John to his feet, then to the edge of the bed, whispering, "My turn."

She guided Spencer to the bed, too, kissing him passionately, telling him with a wide smile, "Welcome back to the world."

"It's a wonderful ... wonderful ... world," he mused between deep breaths. He reached a hand to John's face, caressing it before leaning down to kiss the man, tasting his own cum on the man's lips, before whispering, "You're incredible."

Spencer found a place on the small bed behind the other man, caressing his hands over John's body as before them, Adeline knelt on a pillow she'd dropped to the floor. With the exception of the man who'd raped her while she was still in stasis, she'd only been with other women as of yet. But it took no time at all for Adeline to reveal that she, like John, knew how to care for a man's cock and balls.

She worked him slowly at first, her tongue gliding over his full length, up and down his impressive shaft, around his bulbous head; her fingers gently kneaded his ball sack and -- wet with her saliva -- teased his taint. As she worked John's lower regions, Spencer worked his upper; the doctor caressed the hacker's torso and arms, turned his head to kiss him passionately, sucked at his neck and then lowering from the side to do the same to his nipples.

After what she felt was enough foreplay, Adeline began doing to John what John had done to Spencer. He was a bit too long and too girthy for her to deepthroat his full length as he had done to the other man, but with her hand wet with her spit and gliding up and down his shaft in concert with her mouth and throat, she hoped that it was enough to satisfy him.

Up and down, up and down, faster and faster, Adeline continued to take the man's cock in and out of her until finally he, like Spencer before him, was discovering that this was indeed a wonderful, wonderful world.

 

[Alice2015]

(OOC: This continues from here. I sort of forgot about Mac and Alice for a moment. )

Alice and Mac:

Alice was overjoyed to find her lover laying in her bed when she returned to her berthing quarters on Level 5. Mac pulled back the bedding invitingly, saying, “Come to bed. It’s been a long day.”

"You don't have to tell me that twice," she said as she began shedding her uniform, adding, "The come to bed or the long day parts."

Alice sometimes wished she could wear the standard issue coveralls that some of the others wore most if not all the time. She did wear them occasionally, such as when she sometimes helped Rita in the Hort Lab or had helped Rita, Ty, and others down in the depths of the bunker, dealing with the leak. But more often than not, to remind the others and herself, that she was still a Captain in the United States Space Force, she was dressed in uniform.

Still, it wasn't long before she was stripped down to a pair of modest panties and the spaghetti strapped undershirt that she often wore in place of the dreaded brassiere. Slipping under the lifted sheets, Alice immediately realized that her lover was stripped bare. She kissed him, chuckled, and pointed out, "I'm a bit over dressed, I see."

She sat up tall, shed the shirt, too, then pushed Mac down to the mattress and laid atop him, kissing him several times before sliding down a bit to lay her head upon his chest. She listened to and felt his breathing, marveling at just how much such a simple thing affected her.

Alice was caressing a hand over Mac's fit belly and was about to slide it down to take his cock into her nimble fingers, when she instead decided she needed to get his opinion on something without sex being part of his response. She rose to an elbow to look into his eyes, considered her words, then said bluntly, "We're going to execute Senior Airman Gregory Young tomorrow ... for his rape of Adeline ... for his part in the death of Alaina."

She paused a moment, looking into his eyes for understanding, the laid her head upon his chest again. Alice didn't mention the part about how Ty was likely going to torture the man, too; that didn't seem necessary at this moment. But as she lay there, feeling the warmth and comfort of Mac against her, Alice realized that whether or not her lover responded to what she'd told him, she was as content as she'd been in a long, long time.

 

[Alice2015]

Marcia, in the Saloon:

After the orientation meeting had broken up, Marcia had returned to the kitchen to clean up and put the space to bed; she hadn't really participated in the conversation anyway, instead only standing behind the bar and listening Alice and the others talk.

During her Overseer days, Marcia had taken a few shifts as bartender, mostly on nights when she didn't want to ride the SnowCat down to the village that served as the Richardson International Complex Bunker's base of operations. Of course, after the Armageddon Pandemic began in full force, she never left the bunker and spent her share of time on either side of the bar.

That all seemed to long ago now, even taking into consideration that the 144 years spent in stasis had passed by in the figurative blink of an eye. That world was gone. Her world was gone. Family, friends, plans for the future; all gone.

Marcia had had a family, a happy family: two brothers that had had successful lives and families of their own; parents who'd built a wonderful life for their three children, who'd love those children and each other. She hadn't been a great student growing up, but she'd excelled in sports, lettering in volleyball, basketball, and track & field. She'd felt good, looked good; she'd liked her life.

College had been a bust for her. Marcia had hated it, barely finishing one year at the local community college before moving on. Her next venture had been becoming a cop. She'd joined the NYPD, where she'd felt at home for the first time since being a teenager. Marcia had quickly risen to Detective, joined Narcotics, then Homicide. She was a rising star.

Then she'd been stabbed. She'd been loaned back to Narcotics, working undercover in an underground mob casino. One of the mob's made men had taken a liking to her, and while it was highly against policy to have done so, she'd become his lover and even taken up residence in one of his downtown condominiums to get as close to the action as possible.

Then the unbelievable happened. While at a club in the last phase of information collection -- right before the bust that would take down the whole operation and send more than 80 people for jail, some for the rest of their lives -- Marcia turned to find herself face-to-face with the as-of-yet unknown source of guns to the organization, a dirty cop who she'd known from her first Narcotics assignment.

Before Marcia could even consider a reaction to having been made, she had a knife in her side. She'd had backup nearby, and the blade had missed her vital organs, so she'd survived it all just fine. But it had left Marcia with a deep, white-hot-poker hatred for anyone who was corrupt, whether they were a cop ... or a misogynist Senior Airman who'd misused his position to get his dick inside a helpless woman.

Finishing up in the kitchen by putting away from of the perishables, Marcia found herself standing in the doorway of the walk-in refrigerator, staring at the body bag neatly laid out atop a shelf at the back wall. She came back to reality, finding herself shivering, chilled to the core after simply standing there for ... what, a minute ... two ... ten?

Dropping the container of food on the nearest horizontal surface, Marcia turned, headed out, pushed the heavy door shut, found the nearest butcher's knife, and headed for the lower levels. It was late by now, and the rest of her bunker mates were all involved such that they wouldn't see what she was doing: Alice was in bed with Mac; Adeline, Spencer, and John were in bed as well; Rita and Jo were on a couch in the commons, staring into one another's eyes.

Arriving at Greg's pod and looking inside at his bruised, beaten face, Marcia gripped the knife tightly in one hand as the other rested upon the control panel. She'd been trained in cryo pod operations as an Overseer, of course, and knew how to initiate reanimation, pod opening, or both. The question going through her mind was, Do I want him to see me plunge this into his chest...? Or is gutting him, like he did my love, good enough?

"Miss Weathers," the voice of the complex's AI spoke up, interrupting Marcia's thoughts. "Your presence here is not authorized, by direction of Captain Walker's orders."

After a moment, realizing that she'd messed up by not remembering the omnipresent AI, Marcia said, "That's okay, Bertha. I'm just checking on Airman Young. You know ... to make sure he's comfortable in stasis."

"I must request that you depart from the area," Bertha continued in her ever-calm tone. "Your presence here is--"

"Yeah, yeah, I heard you the first time," Marcia cut her off. "I'm going."

She looked left, then right; she found the eye on the wall. Marcia was wrong in assuming that that was how the AI had detected her presence, though, totally forgetting the chip in her hip that kept Bertha informed of everyone's location at all times -- presuming that the locally positioned detectors were working, of which many weren't.

"I'm going," Marcia said again, heading for the level's exit. Passing by the wall mounted camera and out of its view, though, she stopped, lifted the heavy butcher's knife across her chest, and gave it a hard, swift back swing that brought the base of its handle into the eye's cover, smashing it. A second strike took out the camera itself.

Returning to Greg's pod, Marcia skillfully began tapping in the security code that would override any attempt by Bertha to stop what she was doing ... reanimating the rapist-murderer so that she could end his life in the same brutal way he'd caused the death of her lover.

.......................
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An alarm sounded from the wall mounted communications panels in the spaces currently occupied by the bunker's Commanding Officer, Head of Security, and Senior Medical Officer, followed by Bertha's ever-calm voice: "Captain Walker, Lieutenant Collins, Doctor Hawkins. Security alert. Level 10. Unauthorized access to cryogenic stasis pod. Subject: Gregory Young. Unauthorized reanimation in process."

Bertha would continue to repeat the warning in the general vicinity of each of the three people who, by protocol, she was required to alert until each of them had responded verbally.

(OOC: I didn't say whether or not Ty and Leslie were still together and/or still in the sauna, letting you decide that. )

 

[The_Weeping_Angel]

Mac and Alice:
“That sounds like an excuse to vent your anger.” Mac replied. “And kinda like waking up a patient that was sound asleep to give him sleeping pills.”

“Is there any reason to wake him up? You could just give him an injection through his medication lines tubes and end him. But I’m also against Murder, and that’s what that would be. Ending of a Human life when the intended person is unable to defend themselves.”

“Don’t get me wrong, from what I’ve heard through the rumor mill that man deserves to be castrated and to die a gruesome and torture filled death. But can you order it? Can you accept ordering a person to die because of what he did? He’s immobilized, unable to do any more harm to you or anyone else. Waking him up to execute him would be classified as cruel and unusual. And would put you on his level of a bad person. Granted I think he’s part evil. But can you lower yourself to his... vileness?”

In the before time MacFerguson would have injected the man with a concoction in a heartbeat, but this was the after time, not the before time. Before there were billions of people on the planet, far to many evil people on the planet. Now there were far to few anywhere, of any kind.

He wasn’t condescending or mean or rue about his words, but he wanted her to understand whatever she did would have impact on her soul. On her as a person. He wouldn’t judge her; he’d hold her every night no matter what. Until she kicked him from her bed. “Just... make sure you really want to murder a man before you do. Once taken, a life can't be given back."

 

[Alice2015]

Alice and Mac:

“That sounds like an excuse to vent your anger,” Mac replied regarding Alice's plans for Greg.

She listened to all he had to say, her head laying on his chest as her fingers gently caressed the valleys of his gently six-packed stomach. She understood what he was saying; she understood that his concern was for her, not for Greg ... or at least mostly.

Alice also knew she needed to better explain herself, to tell Mac what she'd been holding back. Rising again to her elbow, she told him, "There's more to Airman Young than you know ... than even I know. We found..."

She hesitated. This was an area that might include classified details. Alice didn't know. Ty didn't know. Hell, Bertha didn't know, or maybe she did and just wasn't fessing up. She considered what she thought she could say and should say, then explained, "There is a situation with Airman Young that requires his reanimation. He had information that we need ... before he is terminated. Yes ... we could very well leave him as he is now. He's no longer causing anyone any harm. And yes ... we could terminate him while he's in stasis ... humanely, with justification for his crimes. But we need to know what he knows."

Just as she was finishing and waiting for a response from Mac that might help her decide whether or not she was doing the right thing, Alice was alerted to the situation down on Level 10. She scrambled out of bed without hesitation, growling, "Fuck!"

 

[The_Weeping_Angel]

Ty:
“It takes two to create a child,” Ty replied. “And I understand what you mean by your statement. I’m just not sure you understand how much.. damage I’ve experienced.”

Would he ever be able to tell her of the men, women, and children he’d killed? He’d shot a seven your old girl in the face because of an explosive vest she was wearing as she ran towards a group of soldiers, one of them was holding a stuffed bear, or dog, and the kid was screaming. Tears running down her face. But Tyrande had seen the blinking lights on the mud covered vest. He’d felt the presence of someone else nearby with a remote detonator. He hadn’t hesitated. He’d shot her in the face with a Colt .45. The round entered just to the side, and below, of her eye socket. A less than perfect shot, but remarkable considering the range, angle, speed, and he’d never fired that weapon before.

The round entered her cheek bone and exited the back/side of her skull behind her ear in a spray of bone and fleshy bits. The blood had been a red fountain Then she’d fallen to the ground and her frail slender body had detonated. Probably a pressure switch for when/if she hugged someone. The detonation had left a hole in the floor. No matter that she was a walking talking remote bomb. But he’d shot and killed a seven your old.

Then soldiers in his squad, sometimes under hs orders, that had died. Watching people get shot, stabbed, blown apart. The rook that stepped on a land mine and blew his leg off. He’d bled to death before anyone could get to him. Peterson, age 18. Came from Nevada, loved the desert. He drowned in a river crossing. He’d never learned to swim.

He’d driven through a group of kids playing in the street, yeah they could have been just kids playing in a street. But he and his squad had been under heavy fire and the kids became enemy combatants when they didn’t get out of the way fast enough. He heard the screams from behind as the truck went through them.

“I will always be here, even if you don’t want me involved. I’ll do what..”

"Captain Walker, Lieutenant Collins, Doctor Hawkins. Security alert. Level 10. Unauthorized access to cryogenic stasis pod. Subject: Gregory Young. Unauthorized reanimation in process."

“Fuck!” Ty snapped shifting mental gears as he ran, one hand holding his towel in place. Taking the steps five at a time he damned near killed himself or broke an ankle getting to Greg's pod. Though he didn’t know why he was bothering to try and save the man’s life. But they didn’t need an ally waking him up so he could cause havoc.

 

[The_Weeping_Angel]

Mac:
Mac grabbed pants and boot foregoing the various under clothing as he dressed. He didn’t bother with a shirt either as he ran out of he bedroom ahead of Alice. Pants and boots was a lot easier to get on than pants, boots, and a shirt. Unless Alice was planning on showing everyone her titties.


Jo:
“Twenty dollars is twenty dollars..” Jo commented with a snicker. Leaning in she gave Rita a rather soft kiss. Followed by a dozen rapid rapid-fire kisses you’d give a kitten or puppy. Then she gave the cheerleader a longer, firmer, far more serious kiss. Her hand resting on the other ladies’ thigh.


John:
He wanted it to last, but the feeling was more than he could bear. He’d never been a quick draw, but today was unusual to say the least. His body didn’t have the time to built the tension, or the load, he normally produced. In less than ten minutes he grunted. “To soon,” and he was flooding Adeline’s mouth with his cum. He’d never been picky about who was sucking him. male or female, but to him a girl sucking and swallowing was more erotic. Yeah guys had a wider jaw meaning they grated on his dick less. But there was something soft and sensual about a girl swallowing his dick that turned him on.

 

[Alice2015]

Leslie and Ty in the sauna:

At Bertha's announcement of the security breach on Level 10, Leslie headed for the sauna room door along with Ty, only to realize that he was heading off wrapped in only a towel. She stopped, spun back, gathered his clothing, and followed quickly after him. He was already out of sight before she left the Hygiene Room and entered the Commons Area of the Berthing Compartment.

She stopped suddenly at the sight of Jo and Rita sitting on the couch in the Television Room portion of the deck, each of them staring her way with surprised expressions; Leslie couldn't help but think that the whole scene looked a bit more intimate than she would have expected from Rita and another woman.


Rita and Jo, seconds earlier:

“Twenty dollars is twenty dollars...” Jo said with a snicker, leaning in to press her lips softly against Rita's.

The naive younger woman wasn't familiar with the phrase and -- one day, when she thought back on this moment -- would ask Jo what she'd meant and be told a rather crude yet hilarious joke:

"Two guys are sitting in a bar when the first looks to the second and asks, "Are you gay?"​

​

"No," the second man says. "Why?"​

​

"I'm horny," the first says, "and I was gonna give you twenty so suck my dick."​

​

The second man grabs the first's hand, leading him away down a hall.​

​

"Where are we going?" the first man asks.​

​

"To the bathroom," the second says, "so I can suck your dick."​

​

"But you said you weren't gay," the first man says with surprise.​

​

"I'm not," the second man again says, "but twenty dollars is twenty dollars."​

Rita would blush horribly upon the jokes ending, but that would then, and this was now. Right now, all she knew was that the feel of the other woman's lips on hers was ... magical. She hadn't kissed another woman -- a girl -- since she was 15 years old, a memory that flooded back into her consciousness with great delight.

Realizing how much she was enjoying it, Rita parted her lips and let her tongue touch Jo's, before the one erotic French kiss became a series of rapid-fire pecks that were just as exciting. Another deep, passionate kiss followed, during which Rita instinctively reached her hands out to Jo's sides, holding her, even pulling her closer; she was desperate for the intimacy that the other woman -- woman! -- had so unexpectedly begun showing her.

Jo took Rita into her arms, hugging her tightly; the latter's generous bosom pressed into the former's smaller but firm breasts, feeling as wonderful as the kisses they shared. Rita suddenly realized that Jo's hand was on her thigh, and glancing down as if to confirm the intimate touch, she felt a chill race up her back and gooseflesh explode over her arms.

Rita opened her mouth to speak, hesitating, unsure of just what she was going to say. This was so not what she thought was going to happen at this moment. I'm not a lesbian! she found herself thinking, only before questioning herself, Am I...? Am I? Do I like girls ... women?

Movement and sound suddenly caught Rita's attention, and together with Jo, she looked off toward the far wall in time to see Ty running out of the bathrooms and heading for the stairwell in nothing more than a towel. Rita watched until the man disappeared, looked to Jo, and asked with a confused tone, "What was that?"

Then, just as surprisingly, Leslie came flying out of the Hygiene Room, fully dressed and carrying what looked like Ty's missing clothing in her hands. The doctor stopped suddenly at the sight of the two women, staring at them with a surprised expression. Rita asked, "What's going on?"

"Don't know!" Leslie answered, her gaze shifting back and forth between the two women with a suspicious look. "Something's happening with Greg's pod. He might be escaping, though, I don't know how the fuck he would accomplish that."

Leslie continued onward, disappearing into the stairwell. Behind her, Rita's face had turned white as a ghost. Escaping...? Greg? How? How is that possible? She suddenly felt horrific fear; the man was a rapist and a murderer and -- completing the trifecta -- a misogynist. He was ever fear and every nightmare Rita had ever had about men.

"Did they give you a gun yet?" Rita asked Jo, her tone full of anxiety.


Alice and Mac:

Alice scrambled to find her clothing, forgoing her undergarments just as Mac was. She was seconds behind him as they sprinted for the Primary stairwell, located on the far side of Level 5. As she reached the landing, she heard multiple sets of feet in the stairwell: Mac was nearly a level below her; beyond him was a pair of feet that she was sure belonged to Ty; and above her, coming down into view as she paused to identify the individual, was Leslie.

"What's going on? the doctor asked in panic. "Has Greg escaped his pod? Is he on the loose?"

Alice didn't believe that for a moment, of course. But then she recalled that they didn't know Airman Young at all and that he'd had some security liberties that he shouldn't have had. Is it possible for him to get his own self out of stasis? she wondered. As Leslie caught up with her and they both returned to descending the stairs, Alice said, "No fucking way! It's something else."

A thought came to Alice: someone was letting Greg out. No, no way, she told herself. No one here would do that. They all hated Greg with the fire of a thousand suns. No, a more likely scenario was that someone was reanimating Greg for nefarious reasons. And running the names through her head, Alice had little doubt as to who that person might be: Marcia Weathers ... Alaina's lover.

Maybe it was Adeline. The French woman had been Alaina's lover as well and had been devastated by the loss of the beautiful hacker. But that didn't compute; Adeline had been the most vocal of the women that Greg not be executed. She'd expressed her opposition to the death penalty for any reason and said that the male -- one of only a couple of dozen available to the facility -- be kept alive so that he could contribute his seed to the Garden of Eden Program, then be put back in stasis.

Marcia and Greg, Level 10, Cryogenic Stasis Pod Compartment:

The rapist-murderer's pod had just finished equalizing the internal air pressure with that of the compartment when Ty reached the level and shot through the door. Located almost at the far end of the room, the pod's distance from the Head of Security meant that Marcia had time to lift the lid and stick the needle into Greg's neck.

"Stay back!" she hollered. "Stay back or I'll pump this fucker's neck full of this shit!"

This shit, as Marcia had called it, was 20 milliliters of drain cleaner, held in a large syringe that she'd filched from the infirmary earlier when Leslie was using the bathroom. What she was doing wasn't an original idea at all, of course. She'd learned it from a classic early 20th century movie, Terminator 2; the main female character had stuck a similar needle with a similarly blue-colored toxic cleaning agent into the neck of a hostage in an attempt to escape an insane asylum.

"Stand down!" Alice hollered as soon as she entered the compartment and realized what was happening. "Lieutenant! Mac! Everyone!" Everyone didn't really apply to anyone other than the two men, at least until Leslie came flying in behind her. Alice noticed that Ty was naked except for the towel he clutched around his waist, and looking to the man's newly arrived lover, said, "Give those damn things to him. Ty! Put your fucking clothes on."

"He has to die!" Marcia hollered with regards to the man with the needle in his neck. "He doesn't deserve to live!"

"You're right ... you are, Marcia," Alice agreed. "But not yet. We need to talk to him ... Ty and I. Airman Young has information that we need ... that we desperately need. If you kill him, we don't get it, and if we don't get it, our Community here could be harmed. We could all die!"

Marcia wasn't having any of this, looking down at the syringe's plunger and telling herself just to get it over with. The negotiations went on for another minute or two, with Alice finally saying, "You let us get our information, Marcia ... and I'll let you be the one who ends Greg's life ... I promise!"

The broken-hearted cook contemplated the offer, looking between Alice and Greg and back. Then, suddenly, she pulled the needle out of his neck and tossed the needle into a nearby sink.

 

[The_Weeping_Angel]

Ty:
Keeping an eye on Marcia as she spoke Ty dropped the towel and put on underwear and pant, then socks and boots.


Lupo:
"Did they give you a gun yet?" Rita asked Jo.

“Nope,” Jumping up from the couch Jo grabbed her coffee cup from the floor as she gave chase. She didn’t know why the Sarge was running half naked but she wanted to see, and maybe help, him kick some ass. Following to the crypods she managed to see him drop his towel and get dressed. He did have a nice firm ass, for a guy.

Shifting the cup in her hand for a better grip she judged the distance, angle, and speed she’d have to throw it at to smack a bitch in the face with it. Wouldn’t kill her, but might break her nose, or give her a black eye.

The dark girl pulled the needle out of the pod guys neck and looked defeated Jo raised an eyebrow. Some seriously bizarre shit was going down. If the guy needed to die that bad, Lupo would have just juiced him. And then started a timer to see how long he danced.

 

[Alice2015]

Adeline, Spencer, and John:

Unlike Alaina or Marcia, Adeline had never had a preference for one gender over the other. To her, sexual pleasure was sexual pleasure, or as Jo Lupo would put it, Twenty dollars is twenty dollars.* So although she couldn't deep throat John as John had deep throated Spencer, she was still very good at providing pleasure during the act.

This proved truthful when the Community's new hacker exploded in orgasm just seconds after grunting, “Too soon.”

As his cock leapt in Adeline's mouth, she pulled back until only his bulbous head was still surrounded by her warm, wet lips and -- clutching it tightly -- stroked his shaft long and quickly. Great globs of thick goo flooded her tongue for the longest time; it had been a long time -- again, ignoring the 144 lost years -- since a man had cum that hard and that long in her mouth, and Adeline found she had to swallow once, then a second time to prevent her cheeks from ballooning and popping cum all over his groin. Okay, okay, maybe there wasn't that much of it, but she was still shocked -- and somewhat pleased -- with just how much of the salty stuff he dispensed to her.

Behind John, Spencer was continuing to hold, caress, and kiss the man as the woman amongst them did all the wondrous work. Feeling John tremble in his arms was almost as exciting as having cum in the man's mouth minutes earlier. Even though he enjoyed a tight, warm, wet pussy, Spencer's sexual preference was for other men, but he hadn't been with one other than his husband since he'd taken his vows; Spencer had had an understanding with Harry that while he was away for work at times, he'd been allowed to have sex with women but men were off limits! It was a spectacular feeling to hold another beautiful male form in his hands again ... as well as empty his balls into said male's mouth.

As John came down from his euphoric peak, Spencer thought he heard activity beyond the bedroom door. He turned John's head to him again, kissing him as the other man's breaths continued with emphasis post-climax. Spencer told both of them, "I'm going to take a peek outside. Something's up."

"What is it?" Adeline asked softly as she used a finger to corral a wayward droplet of cum on a fingertip and herd it to her lips. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing, I'm sure," Spencer said as he stood. He urged John onto his back, and looking to the man's glistening and still hard cock, he smiled. To Adeline, he said crudely, "I'd fuck that now before it taps a nap."

The French woman laughed and standing to kiss the newest doctor to the community, she said, "I just might do that. But ... don't forget to come back."

Spencer took Adeline's face in her hands and licked at her lips and chin, getting yet another couple of drops of as-of-yet-unclaimed cum. He said with a smile, "My god, he tastes good, doesn't he?"

They both looked to John, who was still coming down from cumming, and the female half of the hacker's new sex crew agreed, "Yes, he certainly does ... and yes ... I'm fucking that."

As Adeline moved onto the bed over John, took hold of his cock, and directed it to her yearning pussy, Spencer slipped into his clothing -- unlike all the others, he actually donned his briefs and even his socks as he wasn't aware of the urgency of the situation. He watched Adeline and John as the former began rising and dropping over the latter's groin, taking in more and more of the man's hard member into her tight canal of lust and love; she hadn't been with a man since animation -- Greg didn't count as that had been before, of course -- and she found that John's girth was a bit of a test for her.

Once fully dressed, Spencer went to them, kissing each erotically, before promising, "I'll be right back."


* BTW, I forgot to give credit for the "Twenty dollar" joke to my wonderful writing partner, The_Weeping_Angel. Thanks!

 

[Alice2015]

Alice, Marcia, Ty, and Mac; Level 10, at Greg Young's cryo pod:

In the corner of her eye, Alice caught movement; she knew it was Ty. She was afraid that he was making a move that might endanger Greg's life or even Marcia's if the cook and Security Chief tangled. She looked to him with the intention of telling him to stand down, only to find him standing there naked, his impressive cock dangling out before his crotch as he negotiated and then began to don the clothes Leslie had brought with her.

Alice had seen Ty naked once before and marveled at his amazing manhood, though obviously she hadn't partaken of his cock as Leslie had so often over the last couple of weeks. Still, she hesitated for a moment, simply ogling the beauty, and -- realizing there was no immediate threat of violence involving Ty, returned her attention back to the woman standing over the open pod.

"Thank you, Marcia," Alice said with the soft voice a hostage negotiator might use. "You did the right thing."

More unexpected movement caught Alice's eye, and turning her head she found the new Security Officer entering the Cryo Pod Level. Lupo had a where's the fight and can I join? look in her eyes, and Alice found herself reaching out a hand to make a take it down a notch gesture.

"I'm gonna come over there," Alice said as she began moving slowly toward Marcia, adding, "And together, we're going to figure this out ... okay?"

The cook said nothing, only standing there, watching the USSF Captain nearing her. When Alice reached her, Marcia began sobbing and once again repeated, "He had to die."

"He will," Alice promised the woman as she took her into her hands and gently began to guide her away from the pod. Suddenly, Marcia spit at Greg, hitting his still body in the face with a big loogie. Alice was shocked at first, then let loose a laugh. She, too, built up a wad of spit in her mouth and let it fly, hitting the rapist-murdering in the neck. She asked, "Feel better...? I do."

Marcia nodded, and together they departed the vicinity of the pod. Alice looked to the others standing there -- by now, they included Ty, Mac, and Leslie, of course, but also Lupo, Rita, and Spencer had arrived; only absent were Adeline and John, and -- knowing how things worked around here -- Alice couldn't help but wonder if maybe the French woman was helping the new hacker deal with his post-cryo horniness.

"We need him alive and able to speak," Alice said to Ty as she escorted Marcia past the Head of Security. That was her way of telling him that if anyone else wanted to hawk a loogie onto the man -- or whatever -- that there would be no disciplinary action afterward. To Rita and Lupo both, Alice said, "Take her to her room, please. Stay with her until I come to check on her."

Rita took Marcia into her arms for a tight, loving hug, pulling back to say, "It's okay. We're here for you. We're gonna get you home."

"This isn't home," Marcia murmured, more to herself than to the other women. "This'll never be home."

To Leslie and Spencer, Alice said, "Doc, make sure Airman Young is okay. We don't know if Marcia did any damage reanimating him." She pointed a finger at Leslie, stressing, "We need him alive and able to talk."

To Mac, Alice said, "Can you look over the pod ... make sure it's still functional. After we interrogate him, we'll have to put him back in it, and one way or the other--"

By that, Alice meant whether he's still alive or we have executed him.

She continued, "We have to put him back inside. We don't have a morgue, and we can't keep stacking up bodies in the walk-in fridge. Every fucking pod in the bunker ... they either have a living person in them or a dead one or they've malfunctioned."

She turned, saying to Ty: "Lieutenant, if Airman Young's reanimation can't be turned back, bring him to ... and secure that mother-fucker. Gag him!"

Turning back to Mac again and reaching out to snatch Spencer as he was passing by to help Ty, Alice said in a much softer voice, "First thing tomorrow morning ... I want the autopsy done on Alaina. Doctor Long, you're in charge. I don't want Leslie any where near this. Mac ... Mister MacFerguson ... you're assisting. We good with this?"

Spencer nodded his head; he's already been told that in addition to offering his Ob/Gyn services to the pregnant women in the bunker, he'd been reanimated in part for this very reason. He looked to Mac, asking, "You able to assist?"

 

[The_Weeping_Angel]

Everyone:
With boots on and his fly buttoned Ty waved off the rest of his clothes, he was descent and they weren’t needed. Combat ASL hand signs told Lupo what to do, where Marcia needed to go, and it was all quiet and discreet.

With her out of the area he moved to the Prisoners pod and checked it over. The seal had been broken, His heart rate was suppressed by higher than it needed to be. Young was waking up a day earlier that anticipated.

Motioning over Mac and Long he gave orders. Within minutes Young was strapped to a back board and was being carried upstairs to his new room.

“Mac I need that chair welded or bolted to the floor. You have thirty minutes.” When the man furrowed his forehead and started to protest Ty glared at him. “Do it. Take 35 if you need but get it done.”

“Doctor Spencer I need The Prisoner sedated for the night. I don’t care if it hurts or he hallucinates. But he doesn’t move from the chair and he doesn’t die.”

Lupo and Rita had Marcia in hand. God forgive Him for what he was going to do tomorrow. He thought for a moment as he looked at the table he’d set up.At least he’d covered everything with a sheet. No one would know what he and The Prisoner would be talking about, or how willing the Prisoner would be to share information. For his sake, very willing.

Ty had the misfortune of capturing one of the Leaders of “The 42” plot. By the time the Intel guys showed up he was singing about things they hadn’t even known about. The terrorist became a fountain of confession. He’d found out what true terror was.

And Ty found out just how far his soul had been corrupted.

Thirty-two minutes later and The Prisoner was handcuffed and shackled to the chair. Then gagged, because no one wanted to here him whine and cry when he woke up. He even had his head strapped in place so he couldn’t move around and get loose somehow.

Once the Prisoner was fully secured the Three men left the area. Ty gave Bertha orders to alert him if ANYONE went lower than the level five. There wasn’t going to be laundry tonight. And no one had any reason to go lower than the bedrooms for anything than laundry.


Earlier:
Mac acknowledge being able to assist in the autopsy, stressing to The new Doctor, "We need to harvest her Ovaries as soon as possible, they’re already degrading in the kitchen fridge. They need to be frozen.”