Chapter 6
Greg had the person on radio watch call all the posts to see if there was any site of Sgt Ballerton yet. It had been two days since he left on his recon. Greg was worried sick. Sgt. Ballerton was a rock in an uncertain world, and now he regretted letting him go on the recon.
Radio check finished, the radioman reported negative. Sighing, Greg moved off to see to other business. Should he mount a rescue mission? No. There was absolutely no point in endangering anymore of his people uselessly.
He walked to the barn and was about to go pet Patches, his daughters horse, when a noise stopped him. He peered through the dark interior, and heard murmuring. Curious, he walked softly to where the noise was coming from, and saw Tracy, and Adam inside. They were locked in an embrace, and Tracy was talking low in Adams ear.
Frowning, he retreated thinking, this was good for Adam. He had been hurt terribly by the death of his parents and sister. Tracy obviously had taken it into her head to help Adam. On the other hand, a teen romance could lead to unwanted pregnancy and Greg did not want to see either of them hurt by that. Also, there was her mother Rachael to consider.
Greg walked softly back to the doorway, and started whistling loudly and sure enough, the two kids appeared almost immediately, Adam flushed and looking nervous, and Tracy had a curry comb in her hand.
"Hey kids. What's up? Going to curry the horse? Or have you just finished?" Greg asked, playing dumb for all he was worth.
"UM, just getting ready to brush the horse. I was showing Adam the tack room. I think he should know where everything is." Tracy said.
Greg nodded and watched as they brushed the horse. He decided to have a talk with Rachael about her daughter and how he had found them. Soon they were finished, returned the curry comb to the tack room and left. Greg chuckled to himself.
Ah, he remembered those days of heady youth. The rush of hormones, the feeling of getting away with something.
Leaving the barn, he went the 30 feet to the old root cellar that had been here when they bought the land. Opening the doors, he went into the old tunnel and turned on the light.
It had been built into the side of a hill. The last people had used it as a root cellar but he was unsure of its actual original purpose. It was a tunnel that hit a natural enlarged sort of cavern about 20 feet into the side of the hill. The cavern was a good fifty feet wide and 30 feet long, while the roof of the cavern was 14 feet above them. It had made the perfect place to store the high explosives he had brought with him.
He checked it carefully, turning the flashlight on and shinning it up at the roof. No leaks. He checked the boxes themselves, and they were dry and just as they had left them.
It was a good place to store them. Cool, about 50 degrees constant temperature all year round. Taking a final look around, he turned and went back out, carefully turning the light out and securing the door.
Still feeling unsettled, he decided to make the rounds of the guard stations. He went over and checked a snow mobile to see that it was fully fueled and had oil in it.
Finding everything in order, he went back to the house and exchanged his .45 for an M16A2.
A short time later found him bringing his snow mobile to a halt just short of the saddle lookout that Sgt. Ballerton had insisted be made. Greg made the rest of the way up on foot. The guard had already identified him, and was already checking the Hoodoo Pass road.
Greg entered the position and was still amazed at how comfortable it was. Only one person was here, but it was built to accommodate two people at once. Due to the cold weather, and the rotation schedule, only one person was on duty at each position at any given time.
Built into the ground, it had overhead cover, that protected the occupant from the weather and wind that was constant up here. Snow had been placed on top of and in front of the position to disguise it from casual observation from the road.
Specialist, Lisa Edwards, was manning the post when Greg got there. He talked briefly with her and passed her the thermos of hot soup he brought with him. Telling her to take her time, he assumed her duties until she had drunk off a full cup of hot soup.
Grinning, she thanked him, and resumed her duties. Telling her to keep a sharp eye out, he left her and went down and got back on the snow mobile and went on down the hill to the other guard position, which was located halfway down the access road towards Hoodoo Pass road, off to the wooded side.
Greg checked the Commo wire that was laid out in the little bunker. Everything tested out fine. Putting the test set and clacker back in the bandoleer bag for the claymore's, he then relieved the guard so he too could drink some hot soup.
20 minutes later, Greg pulled the snow mobile back into it's parking area, shut it down, and went in search of Rachael. He entered the kitchen and poured himself a cup of coffee, and finding Rachael there peeling and chopping onions for tonight's stew.
He told Mrs. Graso that he was borrowing her helper for a few minutes, and they went off to talk. Sitting down, Greg studied Rachael for a moment. Not really a raving beauty, she was never the less a good looking woman.
Red hair, Green eyes, a small nose, full lips, and all packaged in a 5'5" body. A little small in the breast department, she had nice hips, and filled her jeans in a most intriguing manner.
Greg recounted to Rachael what he had walked in on at the barn earlier that day.
Rachael listened and nodded, looking thoughtful.
"I was wondering if anyone else had noticed anything going on. I found them in the basement yesterday, holding hands with their heads together. I had sent them down for some kitchen supplies and they appeared to have gotten side tracked." She said, grinning.
Greg raised his eyebrows at her. "You don't appear too worried about two teenagers and the possible outcome of them being alone together." Greg said.
"My daughter is protected, Greg. I put her on the pill when I found her and one of her classmates naked in her room earlier this year. There is nothing you can really do to stop this sort of thing. I wish she would have waited, but she is 14 almost 15 years old, and her body and her mind said it was time to explore and have sex." Rachael sighed.
"I can't yell at her for wanting to have sex. I want to have sex, but have been holding off. I know my husband will not be coming back, and I am in a life or death situation. It's making me appreciate being alive more and more, and part of that feeling is to, how should I put this, I feel the urge to procreate most strongly." Rachael finished, looking directly at Greg.
Greg spluttered, because he finally caught her offer to him. For some reason, he had been blind to it before, but it hit him full force now. She took a hesitant step towards him. He stood, his coffee forgotten. Grabbing her hand, he quickly took her to his room. Closing the door, he looked at her.
"You're sure?" He asked her.
"I have never been so sure." She replied a little breathlessly.
Shortly, both were naked, and he had her on her back, on the bed, kissing her. She tasted of cherry life savers. Slowly he kissed his way from her lips, to her neck. He licked up the side of her neck to her ear. She shivered in delight at the feeling.
His hands were feeling her ribcage and under her breasts. He continued to kiss his way down to her chest. He quickly licked around her left nipple, flicking his tongue at it rapidly. She hissed and arched her back. He switched to her other nipple, giving it the same treatment. His hand pulled gently at the nipple his mouth was not sucking on.
They were a dark pink, and getting darker as they filled with blood and became rigid with her excitement. His penis was already hard and felt like it would burst if he didn't get relief soon.
He kissed his way down her stomach, pausing at her belly button, licking in it's little indentation. Her belly twitched at the feeling. He continued down to the top of her pubic hair.
He went down past her vagina, not even giving it a lick, and went to her upper thighs. She groaned out her disappointment. He licked and sucked on the little area of the junction of her legs and pussy. Finally, he centered himself, and licked her pussy lips, from the bottom to the top.
She quivered and inhaled sharply at the electric thrill that went through her. His hands still kneading her breasts and pulling her nipples, he lapped at her cunt. Her legs spread wide as she thrust her pussy into the face of the man giving her such pleasure. She was only a living breathing need now. A need for sexual release. She growled and pulled his head tightly against her pussy.
He moved his mouth just a little, and sucked her clit into his mouth. That was all she needed. She exploded into a mind numbing orgasm, soaring into ecstasy. Finally she was back in her body, but the wonderful mouth was still licking her. Now a finger inserted itself into her pussy, seemingly being sucked in by her pussy, grasping it.
"Fuck me!" She cried out.
Greg, now a raging mass of need himself, lined up his cock at her pussy. He grasped his cock and ran it up and down her pussy lips, coating the head with her juices. Slowly he sank into her. He finally bottomed out, feeling her cervix with the head of his cock.
Slowly he started to fuck her. Then faster and faster, until they were slamming together in primal need. Grunting at each impact, Rachael fucked him back as hard as he fucked her. Greg could feel his orgasm building, the friction her pussy was generating, and heat was almost too much for him.
Finally he could feel it starting. His neck tendons stood out in stark relief as he came with a groan into her waiting pussy. That triggered her second orgasm, and she clasped him to her, trying to swallow him whole. Slowly they relaxed, as each orgasm passed.
"My god, I needed that." Rachael gasped.
"It was something else. I think I needed it too." Greg said breathing hard.
It wasn't until they heard the Mrs. Graso ringing the dinner bell outside that they realized that they had been in the bed talking for several hours. By the time they had cleaned themselves up and got to the dining room, most people were already done with eating.
There were little knowing looks from several people, and Rachael actually blushed.
Greg thought she looked very appealing blushing. Tracy was giving alternating looks between her mother and Greg.
Dinner was over and everyone not assigned to guard duty went downstairs to the entertainment room, and a movie was shown. Tonight was The Terminator. Greg kept checking with the guard posts to see if anyone had spotted Sgt. Ballerton.
The third day dawned since Sgt. Ballerton had left, and Greg had a sinking feeling that he was never going to see him again. However his feeling was wrong. Shortly after breakfast, the hilltop outpost reported a vehicle coming down hill. Greg and the rest of the military scrambled into combat gear, and headed to their proper places.
A few minutes later a late model Ford came to a stop at the snow that was heaped up in front of the road leading to Greg's house. A fairly young girl got out and yelled that she had a hurt man that said he belonged here.
One hour later a wounded, but living Sgt. Ballerton was lying on a bed in the barracks. His shirt was off, and someone was feeding him soup. He had been shot in the neck, and once in the left side. The neck wound was superficial, and the side wound was only a little more serious. The problem had been he had lost a lot of blood.
According to the girl, Amber Robinson, Sgt. Ballerton had single handedly taken out the 10 escaped Idaho prisoners that had taken over the top of the pass. They had moved in the second day of the rain storm, and killed everyone except the women. Most people had left anyway when the president had declared a state of emergency.
Only road crews and a few people living up there had stayed behind.
What the prisoners had done was the most base, despicable acts. Sgt. Ballerton had actually killed 6 of them before they knew something was wrong. Four prisoners had taken the remaining females and holed up in the Overlook Cafe. Sgt. Ballerton had just taken out the 6th prisoner when the 7th had spotted him and shot at him, hitting him in the neck.
Ballerton took him out as he was going down. Getting back up, another prisoner had shot at him as he came out the door, and Ballerton shot him in the chest, knocking him back into the 9th prisoner, who shot Ballerton in the side. Again he went down.
The remaining two prisoners came out, and approached in such a way that Ballerton risked setting his M16A2 on full auto, and emptied a clip into the remaining two prisoners killing them before he himself lost consciousness.
Amber said that he had lost so much blood they thought he was going to die. One of the woman up there said they had to stop his bleeding, and they did slow it down and stop it finally. They watched over him, and got enough chicken broth and beef broth into him to do some good. It had not been until yesterday that he had awaken enough to tell them where he came from. Today they risked taking him to his friends.
"He saved us. Well, all that were left anyway. We weren't to sure at first about coming here. But Mrs. Jackson said he was a good man, and must have come from good people. He kept telling us he had to report. Took us a while to understand what he meant.
"You have to understand," she said with a haunted look.
"We were raped repeatedly, beaten and forced to do things that I don't want to think about. I volunteered to come, because if it was more of the same, I was going to kill as many as I could, but this man is a good man. He helped us, and he needed help."
They found out there were three more woman left up at the top of the
pass. They were waiting for her to come back and tell them what she had
found. Greg extended an invitation to anyone who wanted to, could come
to the lodge to stay. They would have the protection of the group.