Chapter 11
Edited by BobMc and Rav
When they got to the suite set aside for them, sleep was the farthest thing from the girls' minds. From the looks he was getting, even Cat wanted to join in. The woman let out a small groan when she showed them to the big bedroom and Trina peeled Crystal's suit off her. Cat stayed long enough to watch as Crystal did the same thing for Trina. Crystal turned to Bill, who was standing next to Cat watching them. "Master, your wife, and your loving servant, are ready to help you with that nasty headache."
Cat groaned audibly as she turned and all but ran from the room. Bill chuckled as he looked back at his two nude lovers. "You guys are mean! She has duties to attend to, and you both just made her so horny!"
"Well, she can't have any! You're ours!" Trina said, as she started moving toward him with Crystal right beside her.
Bill grinned; "I don't think it was me she was getting wet over. You two should have come with a warning label."
"Don't kid yourself, Bill; she knows exactly what's going to happen in here, and it's the cock she's craving in her pussy right now, not our tongues," Trina said.
"Or our fingers," Crystal added, as she took off his shoulder holster, but placed his Glock on the headboard.
Trina was working on his shirt, and when Crystal got back, she sank to her knees to take off his shoes and socks. Trina stepped around behind him and pulled his shirt off his shoulders as Crystal undid the catch on his jeans. Both girls worked his pants and underwear off so seamlessly that he was sure they were linked. When Trina reached between his legs and held his hardening shaft up for Crystal's opening mouth, he was sure of it. Trina could not even see Crystal from her position.
The blankets on the bed moved down, seemingly by themselves, and Bill felt himself and the girls lifting off the floor. Crystal gently grabbed his hips to hang on as she tried to work his shaft down her throat.
As they softly settled into the bed, Crystal was straddling his legs and vigorously stroking his cock with her mouth. Trina leaned in and kissed him tenderly on the lips. When she broke the kiss, she looked him in the eyes and said, "Just relax, Bill. We're going to fuck and suck you until you pass out. That should reduce enough of the energy backlash from healing Susan that you'll be able to rest. You'll need your strength back soon.
"You know, with two Susans in the house, this is going to get confusing," Bill said.
"Then we should use my middle name, lover; Amanda. I'll pass it on to John and his wives if you two approve. With the way I look now, I should be thinking about changing my identity anyway. Diane needs to as well, after the funeral," Susan thought to him and Trina.
"What about the names we have on the new IDs that Carol got for us? Shouldn't we think about beginning to use those?" Trina suggested.
Bill connected all the ladies and added the cats to the conversation. "Everybody, we need to start using the names on the IDs that Carol got for us. In addition to being able to tell our Susan apart from John's Susan, we really need to start thinking about our own security. In addition to this, neither Diane nor Susan actually look like the pictures on their old IDs, and there is no way in hell a cop is going to believe that either of those two sexy, young, women are the ages listed. Come to think of it, we need to get Diane a new ID anyway; the one Carol got for her was before she regressed."
Lizzy: "Daddy, Carol said she got those IDs from John; you can ask him to replace it."
Bill: "Daddy? Since when did I become your father, cupcake?"
Lizzy: "Since Mommy said I couldn't advance my age to be old enough to be your lover. Besides, I really like this family; since my real Mommy left, you two have kinda filled in those places in my mind. That fat prick that I used to live with doesn't deserve the title. You do."
Crystal: "She's got a point, Master. I know I already think of her as a little sister."
Bill could feel the general agreement with that, so he smiled. "Okay sweetheart, you can call me 'Daddy' if you want to. I think maybe we should have John's lawyer amend the paperwork and make it as legal as possible. Now, I need to try to get rid of this headache, and get some sleep. I love all of you." He let them feel a muted version of his feelings for them, and gave them all a mental hug.
The wash of returned feeling was almost overwhelming to him, and it actually seemed to dampen the throbbing pain in his head.
Trina and Crystal took pity on him, and began messaging him. He groaned as Trina started at his shoulders and neck, while Crystal began at his feet. He was sound asleep before they got to his ass.
Bill awoke to the gentle shaking of his shoulder by Asia. She was dressed in a tight, black jumpsuit with a sword on her back and two 9mm Berettas in shoulder holsters. Though she was armed for war, Bill thought she looked sexy as hell. "I'm sorry to wake you, Master, but John would like your assistance on the roof."
Bill nodded sleepily, and swung his legs off the bed. He reached out with his mind, and felt all his girls very busy. Diane was in the control center in the sub-basement, and Susan — Amanda - was setting up a larger infirmary in the basement, one level above the command center. Trina was on a perimeter patrol with some of the troopers, while Crystal was with Caitlin up in the mountains surrounding the valley. Carol and Lizzy were helping the household staff get the building ready for a gunfight. Father and Pasha were patrolling down the long road that served as the driveway for the estate.
He felt each of them acknowledge his soft, mental touch, but they didn't stop what they were doing. He pulled on the clothing that Asia had brought him, pulled on the shoulder rig for his Glock, and kissed her on the forehead before telling her to lead on.
"Ah, there you are, Bill. How'd ya sleep?" John asked.
"Like a dead rock. I'd still be there if these rude bastards would've left us alone," Bill replied.
"Well, no one has shown up yet. Maybe they won't." John didn't sound very convincing.
"Hope for the best and prepare for the worst?" Bill asked.
"Something like that," John said. "I wanted to show you one of my favorite toys. Do you know what this is?" He indicated a large rifle setting in a firing position.
"It looks like a Barrett sniper rifle on steroids. No, I have no idea what that is," Bill answered.
"I'd actually be surprised if you did. This thing is still classified as top secret by the government. It's an XM-181 sniper rifle with a computer assisted target acquisition system. I don't know all the 'geek-speak' on it, but I should tell you that this one has been modified by our people, which means it has all the latest bells and whistles they could pack into it." He chuckled, "I'm told that they're working on a magnetic induction version of it... whatever that is."
"Hmm... It sounds like they're making a rail-gun version of the sniper rifle. That's what a magnetic induction weapon is, basically," Bill said. "It would be very high velocity, but it would also be very quiet; until the round exits the muzzle and breaks the sound barrier twenty times."
John nodded, but changed the subject. "I'd like you to stay up here and help us. The range on this gun is incredible, and you can provide over-watch for most of the teams we have out from here. It'll free me up to direct our people better," John said. "I'll also leave Asia up here to cover and spot for you."
"Sure John, but I've never used anything like that before," Bill said, gesturing to the big rifle. "I don't know how much help I'd be."
John chuckled, detecting the under-current in Bill's voice. "No Bill, I'm not putting you up here to protect you; in fact you'll be a priority target for anyone that shows up, which is why Asia will be here. As for actually using the gun, copy the skill set from me."
Bill grinned and sighed. "Okay, I'll do it. But I still think I'd be better used out there." He waved out into the gathering darkness.
"Actually, I think you'll be invaluable here. With the abilities of the scope and computer on the gun, you'll be able to see who's ours, and who's not. You can use your ability to detect the approach of hostiles before our teams make contact, or hidden hostiles that they miss," John explained. "If you have to take someone out, try to get all the info you can out of them before the bullet gets there."
Bill took his holster off to get comfortable in the firing position, and nodded. "Okay, if I spot something, I'll let you know. Now, let me get familiar with this monster."
John grinned and turned to Asia. "You will use this to help watch over him." He pointed to a scoped rifle. "Try to watch the direction he isn't looking. He should feel someone approaching, but trust your instincts; any questions?"
Asia shook her head as she looked over the rifle.
"Good, you have extra ammo at each of the other firing positions, just like Bill does. Stay in each position with him, and help him move when he needs to. Make sure you both stay on the comm-net; he's 'Thumper' and you're 'Bambi'. I'll send food up on request, but there is bottled water, caffeine tablets, and some snacks in the cooler at each position. If you need more, let us know," John said as he started to climb down the steps back into the house. "Close the hatch, but don't latch it unless the house gets compromised. In that event, your escape route is in the northeast corner. Good-luck."
She nodded and closed the hatch to the lower floor. She returned to find Bill slowly scanning the far side of the compound with the big rifle.
"Master, John asked that we put these on," Asia said softly, handing one of the earpieces to Bill. "He said you were 'Thumper' and I was 'Bambi'."
Bill took the earpiece and examined it. There was a button on the outside of the hard plastic molding. He placed it in his ear and pushed the button. "This is Thumper; commo check," he said, remembering what he'd seen of old war movies.
"Thumper, this is Home Plate. We have you loud and clear," a woman's voice he didn't recognize said in his ear.
After Asia had made her radio check, they pressed the button again to stop transmitting. "Asia, I'm going to close my eyes and reach out with my ability to see if anything's out there," Bill said. "I figure the sooner we know about them, the easier it'll be to stop them."
Asia nodded and set about checking her weapons. She chambered a round in the rifle, but made sure the safety was set.
Bill closed his eyes and let this feelings extend outward. He just relaxed and let them flow where they wished. He felt hundreds of people close by that were nervous, but only a couple that were closing in on panic. After checking them to make sure they weren't an enemy, he helped calm them, but the events gave him an idea to use against those that would attack. He smiled grimly to himself and let his feelings go even farther out. He had never really done this before, and the distance involved was starting to drain him. He felt the loving support of his wives, adding their strength to his, and he felt refreshed. Though he couldn't read any of them, he found three separate groups within a ten mile radius that seemed to be interested in the compound. Bill thought that if they hadn't been concentrating so hard, he might not have felt them at all. He got the vague impression that they were waiting for something.
John: "Do you know how many or an exact location?"
Bill: "No, they were just too far out. I could only reach out about a mile and a half until the girls added their strength to mine. We made it about five miles like that, but I did sense these. The ten miles is a guess; they were just too vague for much more then just a feeling or two."
John: "Well, it's better than nothing. Try to keep watching them, but don't over-extend yourself. If you get any idea what they're waiting for, let me know right away, please."
Bill thought that John sounded impressed. "Will do. I'm still trying to figure out how you're going to explain how we know exactly what's coming to our troops."
John: "They won't question it much; I've done this kind of thing so many times they're used to it. Though other than just talking to my wives, I could never get much farther than a mile, even with their help. Uh oh..." John switched to the radio. "All units! This is Home Plate. We are tracking two surveillance satellites over us right now, and a high altitude flyover of a large military aircraft. IFF says it's a CA-231 transport, but it could have had the module changed. We are activating the ground batteries. Electronic Counter-Measures are now in effect."
Bill closed his eyes and reached out to the groups he'd sensed before. He felt a definite increase in excitement and reported it to John immediately.
John: "So this is what they were waiting for. Okay, now we know the attack is imminent. We'll have to keep our mouths shut until something gets close enough for other sensors to pick them up, otherwise it will raise too manyquestions. Remember Bill, the range on that cannon you're holding is effectively cut in half when you are firing it on a high arc. The computer should compensate for the increased angle, but expect to miss the first couple of shots."
Bill: "Yeah, I'll remember. Are you expecting paratroopers?"
John: "Personal gliders actually. It's standard deployment to kick the troops out at a high altitude and drop to about twenty thousand feet. Then the deployment pods they are in extend their wings and become gliders. There's no metal in them, and they are so small and have a composite radar scattering skin, they very rarely show up on radar." He sent a mental picture of the small craft to Bill.
Bill: "Lovely. This sounds like it's the real military we're fighting here. I thought stuff like this was only available to our special ops troops?"
John: "They are, and those are the only people we sold them to. Still, soldiers follow orders; they only rarely question them, and then only if there is an obvious reason. Most Special Operations troops now are mentally conditioned not to question orders. Poor bastards are little more then robots."
Bill, thoughtfully: "So, since you designed the pods, doesn't that mean that you know how to detect them?"
John, mentally chuckling: "Bill you're a fucking genius! As soon as you feel any fast moving mental signatures higher than ground level, let me know. I'll need distance and heading."
Bill: "I'll keep an eye out for them." With his eyes still closed, Bill once again reached out with his ability. The groups he had found earlier were moving, but were still too far out for him to glean any information from them. Two of the groups seemed to be moving faster, and Bill guessed they were coming in by helicopter. He felt a growing sense of malice coming from the northwest. He relayed all this information to John. He repositioned himself in the northwest firing position, and Asia settled herself in behind him.
He reached out with his senses again and this time he felt the fifteen minds intently focused on the compound. The anticipation of destruction was almost sickening to feel.
Bill worked the bolt on the big gun and chambered the first round. As he looked through the scope, he cycled it through its available modes and settled on the light intensifier. As he watched, several small icons seemed to flash on the small screen for a split second. He reached out again and felt the minds of the men clearly.
Bill: "Got them! Heading two-seven-one, distance five miles and closing fast. Altitude is about two hundred fifty feet."
John: "I'm going to switch over to the video feed from your gun. Try to be looking in another direction. The folks in here know I have some kind of weird ability, but none of them know about yours."
Bill turned the gun so he was slowly scanning his field of fire from this position but didn't answer.
John: "Bill, they are too low for our anti-air batteries. They wouldn't lock onto them anyway. You're going to have to take out as many as you can before they get here. Good luck." John keyed up the radio. "Okay folks, its party time! We have fifteen inbound spectre class gliders, heading two-seven-one, at five miles and closing fast. They are on nape so Thumper, you have a weapons hot. Engage at will. Everyone else, safeties off. This is not a drill. Good luck people."
Bill keyed his mic. "Thumper is first at bat. Tracking..." he said as he pulled the big gun back into the proper direction. He set the scope to light amplification with a thermal overlay. Very soon the computer started marking targets, and Bill lined up on the closest. When the gun said it had lock, Bill gently squeezed the trigger. The gun barked and jumped in his hands, but he was jacking another round into the chamber as fast as he could and lined up another target. He fired several times, then waited to see what the results would finally be. He reached out with his senses and felt the panic from the gliders. Seven of the fifteen were gone; he couldn't sense them anymore. Two of the others were in trouble, fighting damaged gliders to try for a safe landing at night and at high speed. While he watched, another mind suddenly went dark. Six scared sparks of humanity were still closing with the compound. He extended his senses to the other groups he had felt before and found that the two groups that had been moving fast were rappelling out of helicopters and the last group was barreling up the road leading to the compound. He relayed the info to John before he opened up again on the remaining gliders. Suddenly he felt his loving sister/wife reach out with her power and smash three more of the remaining craft by forming a telekinetic wall in front of them. Three gliders left. Bill calmly pulled the trigger three more times and the last glider plowed into the ground fifty feet from the perimeter fence.
"Well," Bill said, smiling at Asia. "That wasn't as much fun as I thought it would be."
Asia gave him a shy smile, as she handed him an energy drink from the cooler. "How close are the rest of them, Master?"
Bill closed his eyes and reached out. He immediately touched several unfamiliar minds within five miles. "Close. We're going to get busy pretty soon." He activated the mic. "Home Plate this is Thumper. Where do you want me next?"
"Keep an eye on the low ridge that is due west from your position. I have a feeling the next bunch will be coming in that way," John replied.
"Moving," was all Bill said as he picked up the big gun and shut off the mic. "Asia dear, there are going to be four men cresting the top of that ridge up there." He pointed to tall cliff in front of the house. "I'll be busy covering the west. Do you think you can make it so those assholes don't shoot either of us?"
She grinned and got into position. Bill set the gun down, then got into position as well. He got into a comfortable position and started scanning with the scope.
John: "If they are following standard doctrine for this type of assault, the command group should be holding back about a mile from one of the main groups. See if you can get us any info about who, how and why. If that doesn't work, I'll settle for just knowing where the bastards are."
Bill: "I'll see what I can do. I have Asia about to pick off a four man team that is getting into position to shoot at us from the top of that ridge in front of the house."
John: "Really? Tell her to close her eyes. I don't want to ruin her night vision."
"Close your eyes, sweetie!" Bill said.
Asia turned to look at him as the ridge she was targeting exploded in brilliant white illumination accompanied by the sounds of screaming men. John had set off ten white phosphorous claymore mines.
The scope on the gun blacked out to avoid damage from the intense light behind it. Bill closed his own eyes in an effort to limit the loss of his own night vision.
"Thumper, this is left field. We have movement, can you confirm?" A female voice asked.
Bill turned his mic on. "This is Thumper, stand-by." He reset the scope and looked through to see multiple running figures coming over the ridgeline. "Left Field, Contact confirmed; stand by for thunder."
"We'll keep our heads down. Leave us some to play with this time, Okay?" she asked.
The big gun jumped, then jumped again as Bill fired on the running men just over a mile away. "Careful what you wish for little girl..." Bill fired again, but the men were suddenly zig-zagging like they were drunk, making it impossible for him to get a lock on them.
"Left Field, this is Thumper, you've got at least fifteen playmates out there. If you can stop them from movin', I'll stop them from breathin'," Bill said.
"Anything for you, big brother," the woman said. Bill saw tracer rounds flying past the men, and almost like a wave they all hit the deck. Bill smiled and opened up on the hapless men once again.
He had dropped the enemy number down to about six when command called him. "Thumper, we need you to adjust fire; shift to deep right field. The home team is striking out."
"Left field, you have at least six playmates remaining. Thumper is moving," Bill said.
Katrina: "I'll take care of them, sweetheart. Thanks for helping. The team leader wants to kiss you now."
Bill: "Well, she'll have to settle for kissing you, sweetcheeks, I'm kinda busy up here."
Katrina: "Oh she'll have no problem with that either. Good hunting."
Bill: "Keep your head down out there, lover."
While he moved he reached out again and found what John was looking for: the command section. Six men sat in an armored vehicle only a mile down the driveway. Four guards had remained at the beginning of the drive to arrest anyone trying to enter. As he set up at the new firing point, he relayed the information to John.
Bill: "I didn't have time to scan them for information, but they are concerned that this isn't turning out the way they had planned. If you can wait for a few minutes, I'll help out our folks in right field, then see what I can find out."
John: "Okay, but if this goes on much longer I'm going to take them out. I don't like losing people for no good reason."
Bill started scanning and immediately found targets. "Right Field, I hope you brought your umbrellas because the weather is about to change."
Bill: "Have we lost someone? I'll pop those fuckers' heads myself!"
Another female's voice answered him. "Fan-fucking-tastic. Welcome to the party Thumper. We have a whole bunch of party-crashers."
John: "Yeah, we've lost two, and have six more wounded. We can't get them out because these assholes have that team pinned down. The other teams can't get to them."
As soon as the scope identified targets, Bill was pulling the trigger, and jacking another round into the warm chamber. The targets dropped like flies, and still there were more. Bill found the pinned down team and the group that was keeping them from getting aid. He reached for a reload and slapped it into the gun without looking at it. He took aim and pulled the trigger. He had already moved on to the next target by the time the first round was even half way to its target. He fired again, and again before he heard, "Jesus Christ! Thumper, did you do that?"
Bill tracked back to the group that was pinned down and tried to locate the small group that was causing the most trouble, but only saw a glowing area were they used to be. "I guess I did. Sorry, I must have grabbed the air-fuel rounds by mistake. It is dark up here."
"Thumper, I owe you a blowjob. Home Plate, we have seven wounded and four in bags on the way back," the tired sounding woman said.
Bill dropped the expensive and volatile rounds out of the gun and grabbed what looked like the grey tipped armor piercing rounds he had been using. He acquired another target that was in a small group and fired. The white phosphorous round entered the man's head and detonated as it was intended to, killing all three men. He shrugged and searched for another group. He didn't find any, but there seemed to be a lot less enemies now than there had been just a few moments before. "Right Field, you still have party crashers, but they're hiding. I can't get an accurate count." Bill could have reached out with his ability, but that might have raised too many questions.
"No problem, Thumper. Glad you could help. We'll handle it from here."
"Home Plate, you need me anywhere, or can I take a piss and scratch my ass?" Bill asked as he turned around to wink at Asia. What he found almost made him panic; Asia was laying against the back of the firing position, her rifle resting on the top of the sandbags held in her left arm. Her right arm hung limply at her side, and she was bleeding rather badly. "Home Plate! We need a medic up here now! Bambi is down!"
He saw a muzzle flash and a bullet thudded into the sandbags. Asia weakly tried to aim her rifle, but was struggling due mostly to loss of blood. Bill grabbed his gun and flipped it to the back of his firing position, then slapped the fuel-air rounds back into it. The scope showed three men hunkered down behind some rock less then three hundred yards away. He didn't even wait for the weapon to lock on before he fired, worked the bolt, and fired again. He set the gun down and pulled Asia to him. He closed his eyes and concentrated on healing her body. The wound was bad. The bullet had passed through her arm and into her chest where it tore into her lung. The wound was mortal, and Asia was dying, quickly. Bill mustered his energies and drew on those of his other ladies and let them flow into Asia. He repaired her lung and broken ribs, and replaced most of her lost blood; he mended the shattered arm, but left a nasty looking, but mostly harmless, wound on her arm that he dressed with the medical kit.
"Master, you need to heal too," Asia said before she fainted.
What was she talking about? He hadn't been hit, just her. He did need to piss though, and when he tried to stand, the pain in his right leg almost made him pass out. "Home Plate, we have a problem up here. You should probably send more medics." He paused before adding, "uh, and Thumper is closed for business."
He felt John trying to talk to him mentally, but again drew on his ladies to heal the worst of his wound. He quickly wolfed down a couple of energy bars and one of the drinks while he worked on his leg. Everyone was screaming in his head all at once.
John: "Bill can you hear me?"
Katrina: "Bill? Bill, answer me goddamnit!"
Diane: "They're on their way Bill, just hang in there."
Susan: "Bill relax, we're almost there."
Bill: "Whoa! Hold it everyone! I just needed to heal some of the damage. I took care of most of Asia's as well, but she still fainted. I'll be fine in a minute. I just need some more of these energy bars."
John: "Be careful not to heal all of it, hero. Everyone on the property heard you call for medical. They will expect to see some wounds."
Bill: "No problem there, I don't have enough energy left to do a complete healing right now. By the way John, Senator Andrew Forsyth was the highest name I could pluck out of their warped minds."
John: "I should have known that fucking weasel was behind this. He's been a pain in our ass for months now. Well, he just pissed me off enough to ruin his ass."
Laura: "Take it easy, slugger. We need to find out who is pulling his strings and if there are any more in the government."
Cindy: "Can you guys talk about this later? Bill, show me the wounds, and what you've done to repair them."
Laura: "Sorry sweetheart."
Bill showed Cindy what he'd found, and what he'd done to patch Asia and himself up. By the time he'd finished giving Cindy and Susan all the information, they had arrived, and were dressing his wounds.
"I really do need to piss. Any way I can drain the lizard before you
cart me off to the infirmary?" Bill asked.