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 pussy to Nicolette. "Tell you what. You lick my pussy, 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."

"Mmmm, it certainly looks that way, but what if I wanted to see if those titanic tits of hers were real, hm?" 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 breasts 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 breast 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 dick 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 pussy 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 pussy, feeling her shiver, her body instinctively trying to line it up so his would 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 pussy, 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 dick 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."

"Mmmmm... 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 pussy, 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 pussy, but Aisling gave it a spit shine. Andy could feel himself struggling to get hard again, but as soon as Aisling had his dick 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 dick 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 breasts, capped with darker tan nipples.

"You've got excellent breasts, 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 dick, 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 SFO 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 dick, 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 dick, 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 dick 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 dick, 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 dick 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 dick 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 dick 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?"

Chapter 14

It was a short drive into the community's center, a sort of tiny mini township surrounded by elaborate estates. Niko had insisted on driving, and it let Andy text both Phil and Eric that he was going to see the place, if they wanted to join him. Eric shot back that he'd be there within the hour, and Phil answered that his and his family were already there, having lunch at the diner. *C'mon and join us* said the text, just as Niko was pulling the Tesla into a parking spot in front of the 1950s themed diner.

"I can't say I'm thrilled with the theme," Niko grumbled as she turned the car off. "But I guess I'll manage."

"If they try and make you use a different drinking fountain, Niko, we'll raise hell," Andy said.

"Damn straight," added Aisling. "Now let's go say hi to Phil and see how many women he has in tow."

"More than he can handle, I'm sure," Andy chuckled. "He was barely okay with just Audrey."

As soon as they got into the diner, it was relatively easy to spot Phil. Unlike diners of yore, where booths had typically held four at best, the interior of this particular 50s styled diner was lined with booths designed to fit as many as ten people each, with a few booths looking as though they could hold in upwards of 20.

The booth Phil was in wasn't full, but he certainly had more people with him than the last time Andy had seen him. Sure, Audrey was there, snuggled right up against his side, but there were also two other women that Andy didn't recognize, a fit blonde woman with tightly cropped hair in camo and a curvy young black woman with her hair tightly braided.

"Hey Phil," Andy said to him as he approached. "Audrey. You already know both Lauren and Aisling, but this is Niko. I know Niko's met Phil before, but I don't believe we've met your other two companions."

"I've met one of them," Niko said, as she slid into the booth, offering half a salute to the blonde. "Captain."

The blonde nodded in return. "Lieutenant. Hi Andy, I'm Linda, and this is Tamika," she said. "2nd Lieutenant Red Wolf and I are stationed together, although I suppose we're both stationed here now." Tamika seemed mostly interested in her cellphone, not even looking up to say hello.

"Yeah, if you don't mind me asking, Captain, what are we going to do?" Niko said, scooting until she was right next to the captain.

"They're moving all our work within the walls, so I guess we'll have a tiny base on site before month's end."

"Roger that."

"How you holding up, Phil?" Andy said, sliding in next to Niko, Aisling sliding in after him, Lauren moving in last. "I know you weren't originally planning on having multiple partners."

"Well, the world's not up to what I want any more, Andy," he sighed. "But I'm making it work, even if I am a bit more tired than I used to be."

"We had to set up a shift schedule of who gets intimacy time with Phil," Audrey said, giggling a little bit about it while poking Phil. "I'm surprised you haven't had to set something up like that."

"Andy's learned that we keep his best interests in mind," Aisling laughed. "And we know about what his limits are, and rarely try and push him past them."

"How's the new place?" Phil asked Andy, as Linda and Niko started having a quiet conversation with one another. "Bet it blew your mind when they drove you up there."

"I still don't think I really need a mansion, Phil."

"You say that now, but believe me, in about two week's time, you'll be thankful for all the room. There's going to be an influx of new partners quickly, as we're struggling to get as many people vaccinated as we can as quickly as we can, which means there isn't as much time as we'd like to let everyone get acclimated."

"Mmm," Lauren sniffed. "The newest member of our family showed up just before we got here."

"You sound unhappy, Lauren," Audrey said.

"Well, she's my ex-girlfriend who cheated on me, but we'll work it out, I guess."

"Ouch. That sort of thing's not supposed to happen, but I suppose sometimes it slips through the cracks," Phil grumbled. "Everything's gotten so much harder to manage now that we're moving at warp speed. The death rate spiked on the east coast, and everybody freaked, so people who were hoping to get a later version of the vaccine without the, ah, side effects, are now practically storming the facilities, demanding to get injected with it, no matter what it does to them, as long as it protects them from the virus."

"Yeah, I saw reports saying that a European company thinks they're close, but nobody's ready yet," Aisling said. "Are we shipping this vaccine anywhere else?"

"Hell, Ash," Phil sighed, "we've barely got enough for the west coast right now. They're struggling to get more manufactured for the rest of the US, but we aren't in any state to be able to provide it to other countries right now."

"I only ask for my brother back in Dublin. He desperately wants to leave the house, but I keep telling him, stay inside and stay safe."

"That's all most people can do right now," Phil nodded. He glanced to the door and smiled. "Hey, look who's here! Slide into the bench, Eric."

Eric had been standing in the doorway, with the familiar faces of both Lily and Jenny next to him, as well as a short, mousy Midwestern looking woman dressed in a giant t-shirt, with denim shorts poking out from underneath them. "Hey everybody!"

The new woman's name was Sarah, and she was Eric's new partner, only having arrived yesterday, so her head was still a little cloudy. When the waitress arrived to take their orders, the three households had been sure to divvy up the checks upfront.

For the next couple of hours, everyone was trying to settle into their new normal. Andy, Phil and Eric got to talk in person, while all the women slowly started to figure out who out of each household they liked and wanted to avoid. It was a float of conversations, so many different discussions going at one point, that when Phil said he was going to step outside for a few minutes to vape up, Andy and Eric happily agreed to go with him, just so they could here each other clearly.

"You holding up okay, Eric?" Andy asked. "You look a little overwhelmed."

"Let's just say I'm a bit in social overload. That and trying to get settled in the new place is doing my head in." Eric leaned his back against the outside of the diner, stretching his arms over his head. "And I'm sore from all the fucking. And I miss the cats."

"Why don't you guys come over next Saturday then, and we'll all hang out. Have ourselves a party like we used to. Any of the other members of the old gang getting moved into the complex?"

Phil nodded. "Ari and his five women will be moved on site before the end of the week. He had plenty of space before, but when they offered him a free trade-up, he didn't say no. Oh, and I don't know if you knew Jenna or not, but she's part of a family now, and they're being moved here next week, so a couple more people and the whole board game group will be back together again. We can play Ascension again, or poker, or both!"

Eric nodded. "Yeah, I'd like that."

"Cool. We'll consider it a party, then. Oh, hell. We can even make it a costume party for Halloween. I don't imagine we'll get much in the way of trick or treaters here."

Phil waggled a finger at him. "You'll get trick or treaters, I'd bet on it. There's nearly a hundred children here in the village, so they'll make a point of hitting every house they possibly can."

"All the better then."

"So are you really doing okay with Lauren's ex being added to your household?" Phil asked. "I figured you might not have been able to speak your mind in front of her, so I thought I'd ask now that she can't hear."

"It came as a bit of a shock, but we're making it work, I guess, or, rather, Lauren is," Andy said with a shrug. "I told Lauren that whatever she came up with, I'd go along with, whether that be sending her back to the Air Force or inviting her into the family. She, that is, Taylor, Lauren's ex, is being punished for what she did to Lauren before, but she'll eventually be allowed into the family, as per Lauren's decision."

"Do I even want to ask how Lauren's punishing her?" Eric said with a laugh.

Andy joined in the laugh. "You do not." He stopped, scrunched up his face, then smirked. "Well, you might, but let's just say don't fuck with the ladies of the Rook household. Payback is a..."

"Hey!" Niko said, having just stuck her head out the door. "Get your asses back in here. They're bringing us desserts!"

After a truly decadent sundae, everyone said their goodbyes, many of them excited about the prospect of a Halloween party, although a few of the girls complained that two days wasn't enough time to put together a proper costume. Everyone agreed they'd make it work, though. Phil and his family were heading home, while Eric and his family needed to go grocery shopping. Andy and the girls decided to walk around a little bit before heading home.

In addition to the diner, there was a Safeway, a Target, a few restaurants (a Greek restaurant, a Chinese restaurant, and an Ike's Sandwiches), and, to Andy's personal delight, a bookstore, which they had to immediately stop in. It wasn't some chain book store, but clearly a local mom'n'pop establishment, and bore the mark of a highest quality bookstore, there was a cat living in the store. They decided to browse the bookstore for a little bit, and just before they were about to leave, the store clerk snuck up on him and asked for an autograph, which Andy gladly granted. The owner also asked if Andy would be kind enough to do a signing when the newest Druid Gunslinger book finally came out, and Andy was happy to acquiesce.

They headed back to the house after that, with plans to come back tomorrow to get groceries. Andy felt exhilarated, being able to walk anywhere without a mask, being able to shake hands and hug friends. Barring the sea of gorgeous women around them, it had been nice to have a touch of normalcy.

"Are you fully recovered from your time with the staff this morning, Andy?" Lauren asked him as they all walked from the garage into the house proper.

"Yeah, I think I'm good to go. Why? You jonesing for a fix?" he said with a laugh.

"We all are. And I want to show to Taylor what she's missing." She leaned down to kiss his cheek. "That okay?"

"Sure, let me go check on Katie and Jenny and then I'll meet you ladies in the bedroom, okay?"

"Don't take too long," Niko grinned. "We're... voracious today."

"I won't, I won't," he laughed, waving his hand, hearing Lauren calling to Taylor like one would a pet as she walked towards the stairs.

Andy moved to the pool house and poked his head in, finding Katie and Jenny still entwined together, asleep beneath the blanket he'd left them under several hours ago. He knew the imprinting process took several hours, but he'd never been sure exactly how long it took. He suspected the two might wake up in the middle of the night and head back to their room, but they'd be fine in the pool house if they slept there overnight, which was all Andy wanted to be sure of. He headed back into the house and walked upstairs. The door to the bedroom was closed, but a post-it note on the door said "CUM in." He appreciated the pun, and opened the door.

Inside, Taylor was on her knees at the foot of the bed, with Lauren's hand on the top of Taylor's head, Aisling and Niko sitting on either side of her. "Now, bitch, you're going to watch what a real man is like. Andy, come over here, would you?"

All of the women had already stripped naked, so as Andy walked over, he kicked off his shoes, tugged off his socks and pulled his shirt up and over his head. When Andy neared the edge of the bed, Lauren raised a hand. "Stay there."

She slid off the bed and moved to kneel in front of him, reaching her hands up to smooth them along his stomach before she reached over and pulled Taylor's hair to drag her close. "Here, I want you to get a front row seat to all of this, whore, but don't you dare stick out your tongue to sneak a taste, otherwise I'm doubling your time like this, you understand?"

Taylor quietly nodded, as Lauren tugged Andy's jeans and boxers down, letting his cock slap her in the face with a girlish giggle. "That never gets old," Lauren said as Taylor let out a quiet little whimper. Lauren wrapped her mouth around the head of Andy's cock and then pushed her face all the way down until he could feel the tip of his dick sliding into her throat, Lauren trying hard to stifle the gag reaction before drawing back, taking a deep gasp of air. "You can smell my man's dick, can't you whore?" Taylor meekly nodded once more. "Don't even think about touching yourself. You're going to sit there and watch this. I want you to fucking drool, you want it so bad."

Lauren started to push her face back down onto Andy's cock, and he was expecting a long, slow blowjob, but Lauren clearly had other ideas. She forced her face down until his balls were resting against her chin, then drew back suddenly before pushing her face down once again.

It was fast and determined, and Andy almost jumped when he felt a hand cradling his nuts before realizing that Aisling had moved to one side of him, her fingertips holding onto his ballsack. "She was so apprehensive the first time, but look at her now," Ash whispered into his ear.

Another hand reached to smooth along his hip, as Niko moved up along the other side of him, nibbling on his earlobe, her tongue lashing against his earlobe. "You're so going to be dead by the time we're done with you tonight, baby," Niko purred, curling her fingers to rake her fingernails against his hip.

"You don't have to hold back, babes," Aisling giggled into his ear. "It's not gonna make us go any easier on you."

Lauren's deep blue eyes peered up at him, and he glanced over at Taylor, whose eyes were fixated on Lauren's mouth thrusting up and down on his dick. It was an intoxicating sight, and Lauren's lips were clenched so tightly on his cock that he wasn't going to last long. Her cheeks caved in as she sucked hard on him, and before he knew it, his body was tensing up as he spewed a hot load of cum into Lauren's mouth.

He was leaning back into the bodies of Aisling and Niko, who were keeping him from falling back, as Lauren finally drew her head back, her mouth full of his spunk, as she turned to show it to Taylor, who whined and whimpered, before Lauren closed her mouth and swallowed it all, licking her lips to make sure none of that treasure remained. He was a little surprised, because typically the girls liked to share a load, to ease all of their needs at least a little, but it seemed like the girls had other plans for today.

"C'mon, you need to lay down now, Andy," Aisling said. "We're driving today."

Andy let Aisling and Niko guide him over to the bed before he laid down on his back in the middle of the massive bed. Lauren had climbed off her knees, moving to help Taylor get up onto the bed, but immediately making sure she was on her knees off to the side of him, a good two or three feet of distance between them. Lauren then reached and grabbed one of the pillows, pulling it over, sliding it under Andy's head, as Aisling crawled on her hands and knees until she was looming over him.

She moved to straddle his waist with a smirk, as she rubbed that fire furred snatch against his cock, sliding back and forth across it. "You're a good man, Andy Rook," Aisling said to him, "tolerating all the shit we're going to put this bitch through to make sure she's learned not to fuck with us."

Niko slid along the far side of Andy and moved up along her knees until she was near enough to Aisling to grab the redhead's mane of hair, pulling her lips to press against her own, giving the other girl a ferocious kiss, tongues tangling with one another for a long moment, before breaking, giggling once more. "I can't tell who's more turned on by that, Andy, you or Lauren's fuckpet."

Andy was about to answer, but Aisling had lined up his cock and thrust her hips down with a quick snap, stuffing his dick deep inside of her pussy, a sultry groan escaping his throat. "That's my fucking dick," Aisling moaned. "That's what I fucking wanted."

Niko grinned, sliding one hand down to rub her thumb against Aisling's clit while the redhead bucked on his cock. "That's it. Show the fuckpet what a good slut looks like." She moved to kiss Aisling again, and this time the kiss was even more sloppy and sticky, tongues exposed as Ash bounced on his cock, thrusting down hard before drawing back up. Niko and Aisling continued making out while Andy, Lauren and Taylor all watched, but after a minute or so, Aisling reached down and grabbed Niko's hips, pulling her over until she was straddling Andy's face, and he knew what was being suggested, so he let his tongue stick out and began to lap at Niko's pussy, her hips grinding down onto his face, almost suffocating him, she was shoving against him so eagerly.

"Fuck, Andy... lick my cunt while your first slut's bouncing on your dick, trying to milk your load out of you," Niko whimpered before kissing Aisling again.

Aisling's pace was itchy, impatient. Other than the small amount of his spunk that she'd licked out of Nicolette's pussy yesterday, it had been almost five days since she'd gotten her fix. She'd decided to let off on her promise to milk a load from him every day when it turned out she was going to need to share with so many women, but now, Aisling knew it was her turn at bat, and as much as she was enjoying herself, she also wanted her fix, moaning whorishly into Niko's mouth.

Lauren smirked a little bit, leaning in a bit closer. "I wouldn't keep your slut of a girlfriend waiting, Andy, otherwise she's likely to break this fucking bed. Look at her go, Taylor. She's already cum once, but I think she's about to do it again. Go on, daddy, give your good little whore her dose of spunk and blow her fucking mind when you blow in her fucking pussy. Do it, Andy! Cum in her!"

He couldn't resist as he latched his lips on Niko's clit and buzzed them hard, his hands holding onto her hips as his back arched, pushing his cock towards Aisling's twat as much as he could, that orgasm blasting from him, firing shotgun sprays of hot cum into Aisling's pussy, setting off a third orgasm inside of the freckled Irish girl.

When he finally started to come down from his orgasm, he slid his head down a little to see that Niko and Aisling were basically holding each other up in an upside V above him, a dry little chuckle rolling from his lips as Niko slowly moved to lower Aisling to one side, her body still going through aftershocks, trembling a bit in the afterglow of her orgasms. Andy's cock started to soften a little bit, even as Niko moved off of his face. "Oh no," Niko said to him. "You're not done yet."

Andy sighed softly, letting out a heavy breath. "The mind is willing, Niko, but I don't know if the flesh is up to it."

"Oh it will be," Niko said, a sly grin spreading on her lips. "Because today's the day." She crawled on her knees downward on the bed, reaching to stroke his cock. "This needs to get nice and hard for your little enlisted slut, Daddy. She has a need for it."

"I'm telling you, Niko," Andy said. "I just don't know that I've got it in me to pump out a fourth load in a single day."

"Sure you do," Niko purred. "Because today's the day I'm gonna take you in the ass." Andy's cock twitched, which made Niko smirk more broadly at him. "You haven't pressured, and I've been thinking about it every time Lauren or Ash does it. I kept wondering what kind of special day would be perfect to let you slide that thick dick of yours up my virginal asshole. Should it be an anniversary, or your birthday? But no, I wanna show off in front of the house pet. I wanna see her face when I take your fat dick up my untouched Asian asshole, wanna see that look of envy on her fucking face when I'm struggling to stretch and take you. Do I have to beg, Andy? Can you get hard so I can shove your dick in my perfect little asshole? So I can give you the last of my holes, so that you own every fucking inch of my body?" Andy's cock had already stiffened back to a full hard on, and Niko was slowly stroking it, a wild smile on her face. "Let me ride it, Daddy, so I can make sure I don't overwhelm myself, okay?" Andy nodded to her, as he saw Niko straddle his waist, but she was in reverse cowgirl, as she reached between her legs to grab his cock. "Fuck, I hope I'm fucking ready for this."

"I came so hard my eyes rolled back into my head when I did it," Lauren said, moving to smooth a hand along one of Niko's thighs.

"And you, Ash?" Niko said, lining the tip of his cock up against the pucker of her ass.

"Oh, I squirted," Aisling giggled. "I'd never done that before, but it was so fucking intense. You're probably gonna cum just sliding it in."

Niko's face frowned in amusement at Ash. "I somehow douowowowow*OHFUCK!*" she said, turning into a shout as the head of his dick popped inside of her tan asshole, Niko's whole body starting to spasm as Lauren and Aisling moved quickly to brace her and keep her steady so that she didn't overwhelm herself by dropping down onto his cock suddenly. He could feel Niko's entire body shivering atop of him for a good ten seconds or so before her voice pierced the air again. "Ffffffffuuuuuuuuuuucccckkkkkk.... fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck!" Niko finally panted out. "I think I just touched fucking God," she whimpered, her breathing shallow and ragged. "I don't... I don't... I don't know if..."

Aisling smirked. "Silly slut. Never leave a job half done. Lauren?" she said, looking around Niko's body, as the tall blonde nodded, and both women started to push down on Niko's hips, forcing her to slowly take inch after inch of Andy's ruthlessly thick dick into her ass.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, that's such a fucking big dick in my ass, in my tight little virgin ass, oh fuck, oh fuck fuck fuck... I can't stop fucking cumming. Daddy, your little slut can't fucking stop fucking cumming from your big fucking dick up her tight young fucking ass oh fuck!"

Just when she finally pushed down far enough for her asscheeks to rest against his hips, her body seized up and a clear jet of liquid squirted from her pussy into the air, splashing all over Taylor, who audibly moaned in excitement.

"Please, daddy... please cum in my tight fucking ass.... cum in your good little girl's virgin fucking ass... cream me up, baby... fill my virgin ass... I want your fucking cum... cum in my ass. CUM! IN! MY! FUCKING! ASS! PLEASE! CUM!"

Andy's body finally yielded, and as soon as he started to cum in Niko's ass, he felt her muscles clamp down hard on him, the rest of her body shaking and vibrating before finally slumping back, Aisling and Lauren making sure to keep her from slamming the back of her head into Andy's face, helping to lay her down on the bed. "Fuck, we need a shower," Niko whimpered. "We all need a fucking shower right fucking now so fucking bad."

"In five minutes," Andy grumbled, feeling Niko slide under one of her arms, Aisling under the other as Lauren moved to push a wide-eyed Taylor off the bed and back to the floor, although Andy could see that her snatch was glistening something fierce. "But I'm not fucking anybody at all tomorrow. Got it?"

Everybody laughed at that.

Chapter 15

In the morning, Andy was woken up by the feeling of Niko getting out of bed. She tried to be as subtle and quiet as she could, but Andy still felt her slipping away. She smiled when she saw him with open eyes looking at her naked form as she pulled on her underwear. She brought a fingertip up to her lips, motioning for him to remain quiet, as she moved back over and kissed him on the lips, soft and tender, before she waved.

"Go back to sleep," she mouthed at him as she pulled a set of fatigues from the closet. Today was going to be her first day on the base within the enclave, so she wasn't going to be late. Andy knew that and was glad to see she'd found a way to ensure she woke up in time, doubly glad that she'd done it without waking the whole household.

Andy practically drifted back to sleep as soon as she started walking into the bathroom.

A few hours later, he started to wake again as he felt Lauren starting to slide out of bed. Taylor was curled up on the floor at the foot of the bed, but Lauren had draped a blanket over her at some point in the night, so she wasn't cold. Andy found himself wondering if Lauren was already softening a little in terms of her anger towards her former partner, but certainly wasn't going to bring it up first.

Aisling was stirring next to him, and he could hear Lauren turning on the shower in the bathroom. "Where is everybody?" Ash asked him, snuggling her face into his shoulder.

"Lauren's in the shower, Niko headed off to the base early this morning and Taylor's asleep on the floor, so we have the bed to ourselves," he laughed. "Although we should probably get up anyway."

"What about..."

"You touch my cock, Ash, and it may very well fall the fuck off."

She giggled a little bit mischievously. "I mean, I guess you did satisfy five women yesterday, so I suppose I can let you off the hook for today."

"I mean, I'm not even sure if it's working any more. Here I am and no morning wood."

"I feel like I'm letting you down, babes," she sighed. "I did tell you that you weren't going to go a day without giving me a load, and here I am, agreeing to let you have an entire day without it."

Andy laughed, waving a hand in the air. "No no, I'm good, I promise. No sex today, so my dick can continue to function later." He started to stretch a little bit, seeing Lauren coming out of the bathroom, one towel around her torso, another tying up her hair.

"The bathroom's steamed up, but I didn't leave it as a total mess for you two," Lauren said, as she smiled at them. "I gotta get toweled off and head to the training camp the '49ers set up in town, so I'll see you guys for dinner, okay?" Lauren looked over at Taylor, who hadn't woken up yet. "Don't let her off easy. This is a month of punishment, so I want her to feel it. My wrath isn't to be taken lightly, and if you got light on this daffy bitch, she's only going to make us regret it. No clothes, no plates, no utensils, no exceptions, got it?"

"Yes ma'am," Andy said, waving in her direction, as she headed into the large walk in closet. "We should go and get showered, Ash."

Aisling groaned before she made an over-exaggerated noise and then pulled back, sliding to the edge of the bed, reaching over to tug on Andy's ankle, as he moved to follow her. Their time in the shower was relaxing and Andy saw Taylor wake up when Aisling turned on the hairdryer.

As Andy tugged on the boxers, he decided he should probably talk a little bit to Taylor, especially since she wasn't going to start any conversations under orders from Lauren. "You must've really pissed Lauren off something fierce, Taylor," he said, as he grabbed a pair of jeans. "She is the most gentle kind soul I've ever met, but you brought out an anger from her I didn't even know she was capable of, and we've been living together for almost two months now. I know you cheated on her, and that's horrible enough to start with, but there's more going on here. So what happened?"

Taylor frowned, shifting a little bit beneath the blanket. "I fucked up. Sir."

Andy cocked his head to one side before pulling the t-shirt down over his head. "That's not an answer. Not good enough. What. Happened."

Taylor's bright blue eyes watered up a little, as if she was going to break out into tears. "Lauren and I had been fighting. We'd both been so busy that we hadn't really had time for each other in weeks. My ex-boyfriend was in town. We went out drinking, I drank too much and I... I just needed *dick*." A single tear dropped from one of her eyes before she took a deep sniff in, trying to steel herself up. "It's not an excuse. It was a mistake, a horrible one. I should've talked to Lauren about my needs, told her that I found myself needing a man's touch, but, like I said, I fucked up."

"You understand that if you join this family, the only dick you're going to be getting is mine, right?"

"I do, sir."

"And you're okay with that?"

"I am, sir."

"What's changed?"

She frowned a little, looking at her hands before looking up at him as the blow dryer went off in the bathroom. "I've grown up a bit. It's been half a year, and I've had a lot of time to think about it. That whole time I've missed Lauren crazy mad. And I just really like both men and women, so with your family, sir, I'll get both. Lauren was the best thing that ever happened to me, and if you make her happy, and it sure seems like you do, I know you'll make me happy as well."

"Did you like what you saw last night?"

"Yes, sir. Very much sir."

"And are you horny right now?" Aisling asked as she walked into the room, completely in the buff.

"Yes ma'am. Very much so, ma'am."

"You're not going to get it today," the redhead said as she tugged on a thong. "You know that, don't you?"

"Yes ma'am."

"Good girl." Aisling smirked wryly, looking over at Andy. "What do you think of her, love?"

"It sounds like she's learning, so that's something." It was a little odd to be talking about Taylor as if she wasn't in the room, but Lauren had made it clear that they were supposed to keep Taylor from being comfortable the whole time, and Andy couldn't think of anything that made people more uncomfortable than being talked about in front of them.

"Quite the cracking body on her too, I'd say. Pint sized in height, but Jaysis, I'd kill for tits like hers." She pulled on a sports bra, shifting as she got it adjusted. "The advantage of youth, I'd guess. I'm surprised you're even old enough to go drinking, Taylor. How old are you, slut?"

"I'm twenty-five, ma'am."

Aisling laughed and grabbed her towel, throwing it at Taylor. "Oh fuuuuuuuuuck you!" Aisling was giggling, shaking her head. "I'm only two years older than you."

"I'm... sorry, ma'am?"

"Oh, hush," Aisling said, shaking her head with a sly smile.

Andy walked over and tugged the sheet off Taylor, who didn't blanch at all, staying on her knees, folding her hands behind her back to proudly jut those firm, natural double D breasts at him. The pink nipples that capped them were stiff like pencil erasers. Taylor kept her eyes lowered, even as Andy reached a hand down at cupped one of Taylor's tits in his hand, hearing her breath catch when he did. "Lauren didn't say I couldn't touch her, did she Ash?"

Aisling shook her head. "She said nothing goes in her cunt for the month, and that she wasn't going to get fucked for about a week, but I think that was the extent of her rules for you in regards to touching her."

"I'm not usually the kind of man drawn to overly big tits," Andy said, "but I have to admit, it just sort works on Taylor."

"Thank you, sir," Taylor whispered, each word almost strained.

Andy couldn't help himself, and pinched one of Taylor's nipples, hearing a high pitched squeak emanate from her before she held very still and then forced a breath out, shivering quite visibly as she did, her skin covered in goosebumps.

"Holy shit," Aisling said. "Did you just cum from that?"

"Yes ma'am," Taylor whimpered. "Sorry ma'am."

"You couldn't control it, so I suppose just good on you."

Andy's hand left her nipple and then he scrunched his face up before he crouched down. He pushed Taylor's thighs a bit wider apart and then slid his hand between them, his fingertips just below her pussy, and then waited. A second or so later, he felt her drip onto his hand. "Dripping wet."

"Yes sir. Sorry sir."

Andy smirked as he brought his hand up to his lips, licking the taste of her snatch from his skin. "I think the only thing you really have to be sorry about is that you're going to be making a mess on the floor for a while now."

"May I ask a question, sir?"

"You just did, but go ahead."

He thought he saw a slight smile from Taylor at that, as if the point was made. "May your worthless bitch clean herself up with toilet paper?"

"Go on then," he said, as Aisling tugged on some yoga pants and one of Andy's t-shirts. She had plenty of her own clothing, but had to wearing his t-shirts as often as she could. "We'll meet you downstairs for breakfast. Yours will be in a bowl."

"Yes, ma'am." Taylor headed into the bathroom as Andy and Aisling headed downstairs.

After a quick breakfast (even though it was closer to lunch than morning), the two hopped into the Tesla and headed into town to get groceries. Andy was a little surprised it was a Safeway, but suspected that whoever had built this community had decided to go for convenience over rustic.

Andy found the whole experience surreal. The people he saw coming and going were a weird mix of high fashion and modern style, and there were a lot more women than men, although he wasn't all that surprised by that. With the number of women that each man was expected to be paired with, he knew their little village was going to have a sizable imbalance, and he saw that reflected in the people walking through the lanes. As expected, there were many hot young women, but he was also pleased to see several older good looking women in their fifties and sixties. A community comprised solely of young fit gorgeous women would've made it all even more awkward than it already was.

They were mostly done getting their groceries when Aisling tapped Andy. "Hey, I know her! Lisa! It's Ash!"

Walking towards them was an older man in a ridiculously expensive looking suit, and a woman in a tight tube top and hot pants quite younger than the man she was accompanying. The woman, a stunning brunette, offered a slight wave, but didn't say anything in response. The man, however, immediately addressed Andy. "Hello good sir! Arthur Robert Covington the Fourth. You must be new to our little colony." He offered a hand out to Andy, who almost didn't want to shake it, but did so reluctantly. Some things were almost just reflexive.

"Andy Rook, and this is my first partner, Aisling."

"Nice to meet you," Aisling said, reaching out to shake the man's hand, but he'd lowered his hand to his side, so her hand hung awkwardly in the air for a moment before she finally took the hint and lowered her own. "I didn't know you were here, Lisa. I haven't seen you in, what, five or six years? Andy, Lisa was in a bunch of classes with me in college."

"Oh, Lisa doesn't talk out in public any more," the pompous git said to them. "It's for both of our benefit. I find it's much better if women are just seen and not heard, don't you agree, Andy?"

Andy immediately wanted to beat the shit out the pompous prick. "Can't say that I do." Everything about the man screamed old money, and it was taking all of Andy's willpower not to just walk away from them right now. Clearly Ash had some familiarity with the woman, and he wanted to support Aisling any way he could. "I find it's best to treat everyone you meet like an actual person, rather than some sort of fashion accessory."

"That is so *modern* of you, young man," Convington said. "And so en vogue. You don't have to pretend here, though, young man. In this community, though, we don't answer to anyone but each other. You certainly are quite a bit younger than the majority of people who have been brought here, and perhaps you are expecting that you need to blend in to the modern times." The older gentleman smiled at Andy with a condescension that made him want to punch the guy until he was lying on the floor. "But you are among friends now, and we the elite men of the world have always been best supported by our women with their support and their stoic silence."

"I couldn't disagree more, old chap," Andy said, trying to make it clear by his tone that he was mocking the man's arrogant tones. "While I understand that it's not very traditional, at least in the western world, for a man to have multiple wives, but I'm never going to ask them to be silent in public. I value their opinions all the time, and I see them as equals, not lesser people."

"Well," Covington sniffed. "I imagine you'll come around eventually, but even if you don't, we're all entitled to our own lifestyles. Good luck to you both." Then the man, who had to be at least sixty, walked off with his twenty-something woman, who offered a tiny wave to Aisling before walking away.

Once they were around the corner, Aisling punched him in the shoulder. "If you think I'm better seen and not heard, you are in for a world of trouble, fella."

"You heard me say that I didn't agree with him, Ash. Sexist pig."

"Still. Don't want you getting ideas."

Andy sighed. "I sort of suspected we were going to find some people like that here, but I can't say I'm thrilled about it. And we can't try and rescue her, because they're already bonded."

"Do you believe Phil when he said the bonds are permanent?"

"Phil's usually right about these kinds of things, so I don't think he'd lie to us about it."

"Then I suppose I'm just happy that I'm not bonded to a total git."

Andy and Aisling decided to spend a little bit more time getting additional groceries after the experience, mostly to cool off.

They'd gotten a list of things from Jenny, which covered most of what they would be having for meals. Jenny had even told them that she would be happy to do all the grocery shopping, but Andy had insisted they wanted to see the town a bit more anyway before they left, so Jenny had made it clear that this was going to be an exception, and prepared them a list that she was strict they pick up all of.

Most of what they picked up at the end were some comfort foods to go along with everything off Jenny's list. Candy, soda, chips, the kinds of things he suspected Jenny wouldn't approve of too much, but he wasn't ready to let go of his sugar addiction quite yet.

As they picked up food that clearly wasn't good for them, Andy kept his eyes on the other people he saw coming and the mismatch of young and old he'd seen with Aisling's friend and the stuffed shirt seemed to be the norm. The men could occasionally be found chatting with each other, but for the most part, the women remained silent, although he did spot a couple of women following the same man talking between themselves.

Andy was a little used to feeling like an outsider. When he'd gone and done his first sci-fi convention, some of the older writers had thrown a lot of shade his way about his books. Many of them felt like urban fantasy was something of a slum compared to either high fantasy or pure sci-fi. In fact, more than a couple of people he used to called idols had called his particular strain of fiction "juvenile," even going so far to describe the Druid Gunslinger books as "starter fantasy, for unsophisticated minds."

It had almost made him want to not do any more conventions, but after a little bit of searching, he'd found a group of similarly minded writers, people like him who looked at genre boundaries as a roadmap of what rules to break and how.

What he loved most of all, though, was that the fans didn't give a shit. Sure, there were detractors to his writing in the crowds, but they'd get booed down by the rest of the people who were there to learn more about where his books were going and what kinds of secrets he'd been leaving off the page. Most of the fans believed he lived in San Francisco proper, but Andy certainly hadn't made enough money off the books to justify that kind of lifestyle.

There were other things about his books that had drawn people to his audience -- he wasn't afraid of writing sex scenes in his books, some of the supporting characters were gay or bisexual -- but the main reason they kept coming back was that the books were unpredictable. He'd killed off main characters mid book, he'd changed the city the protagonist's base of operations was in multiple times and one of the villains he'd introduced in one of the first few books had gone through a surprising redemption arc in the most recent book, something that the early readers had raved about how much they hadn't seen it coming.

All that had instilled him a sense that he never had to go along with something just because it was what was expected of you, and he certainly didn't plan to change the way he treated people now because a bunch of blue blood uppity vampires thought he should join their little club.

"It's so weird," Ash whispered to him. "Seeing all these beautiful women, being forced to walk a few steps behind their men. All of this pretentious bullshit, these assholes thinking their money makes them invincible. It used to be the stranglehold they had over women was figurative, financial. Now it's literal. They're literally dependent on these assholes for their survival. If they don't get their fix, they're going to go out of their minds. I mean, what are we going to do if you leave us? Or if you get taken away from us? Or get sick and die?"

"I'm sure they're working on something to stabilize it, Ash, but until then, you're alive, I'm alive, and that's all that matters." Andy sighed. "But I'm still alive, unlike ten million other American men. And the death rates are starting to climb around the world too. So anything that keeps me alive, I'm going to take that as a win. Speaking of which, how is your brother doing?"

"He's sheltering in place with the rest of my clan, luv. You don't really know my mother yet, but when you meet her, you'll learn how much of an iron fist she's got on the whole family. They'll do whatever it takes to survive. Your brother?"

"He and his wife are doing the same. She ventures out from time to time, but other than that, they don't dare leave the house." Andy waved his phone over the credit card machine, and heard the telltale ding that meant the bill was paid. "Martial law got declared in Kansas City, though, and I know the tanks rolling down the streets have them more than a little spooked."

"Whatever it takes to get through it, luv, we're gonna do it."

"Well, not if it takes me turning into that asshole."

Aisling giggled. "Oh, Andy, you're not built to be a snob."

"Suppose you're right."

When they got to the car, Andy couldn't help but start laughing a bit as he replayed the earlier conversation in his head. Aisling asked him what he found so funny. "I mean, he's the FOURTH in a long line of pompous assholes, Ash. Why don't we understand how important that is?"

That set her off laughing too.