Co-opted Pt. 03

*disclaimer*

I'm reposting this series after having it removed more than a year ago. This is an updated/edited version of the original series.

This is entirely a work of fiction, all characters are over 18 years of age.

You will get more out of this story if you read it from the beginning, previous chapters can be found at:

Part 1:

Part 2:

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In this installment of the story, I'll be switching to the Jennifer character, it's just an exercise for me to write from multiple perspectives.

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Co-Opted

"I didn't see you for lunch today." I said as Sarah opened her door.

"I skipped lunch, I was feeling a bit foolish, I'm still adapting I guess." she said.

"I get it, listen, I'm going to talk to you like I've known you a lot longer than I have." I said seriously. "Figure out whatever is going to help you accept the situation, whether you feel blackmailed, or didn't have a choice, or that this is better than living in a world that would sooner see you dead than alive. You have to decide how to get to grips with the way life is going to be for you now. If I see you missing meals, or keeping yourself hidden away, I'll be knocking on this door a lot more than you'd prefer, I promise."

"This is all just a lot easier for you." she said.

It hadn't been. I was closer than anyone I knew to stepping off of the roof of the hotel we all called home these days. Easy? There's nothing easy about going from being a very heterosexual man, to worrying about which color eyeshadow to wear so you look as sexy for your husband as you can, in the hopes he'll fuck your brains out.

I had more patience for Sarah, because in spite of her having survived, mostly on her own for more than nine months, well, back then she was a he, but in spite of that, Sarah still seemed to be clinging to the idea that the world should be more like it used to be. Like it was before the flu killed almost everyone. She still seemed to be struggling with what was 'fair' or 'right', when the truth of the matter is, there was only 'how it is now'. It felt to me like, as much of a hard time as I had to finally set aside feeling like a victim, and just accepting my new life, it felt like Sarah would have a much more difficult time and I wondered if she'd find herself up on the same roof I'd been on. I couldn't imagine her not taking the fast way back down to the ground.

"It wasn't easy. Ask any of the women here. As far as I know, every single woman here used to be a very straight man before the flu. I'm not going to keep trying to convince you that we're all very happy, and more, LUCKY to be given such a stable and safe life. We all realized this place saved each of our lives. Sarah, I know it's a lot. I went through this just like you are, but it's time to start carrying on." I ended, a bit too harshly perhaps.

"I know, it's not helping that I'm even acting like a crazy woman and then complaining that people here made me do this." She said, it made no sense but she didn't realize it.

"You could have decided to leave, and go back to living on your own." I countered.

"Captain Yeager had a guy up on the roof standing by to kill me if I decided to pass on his offer and leave." she said dramatically.

I looked at her suspiciously, but supposed there may have been some truth to that, so I decided I'd talk to my husband about that at dinner tonight.

"I heard him tell some guy named Benjamin to come down from the roof after I told the Captain I'd decided to say." she said, shaking her head "The guy on the radio asked 'So he decided to stay?' so, why would there be someone up on the roof waiting to hear that I'd decided to stay?" she asked, and that was actually a good question. I'd definitely talk to Miller about it at dinner.

"Maybe just to watch and make sure you really left?" I answered it wasn't a great guess, but it may have been true.

"I asked the Captain if that guy was on the roof to shoot me if I left, and he wouldn't answer me!" she cried out.

"Okay, well I'll see if I can find out about that, now do I have to drag you out of here to get you to eat lunch?" I asked.

"I'm really not hungry, my chest is hurting more today, It hurts to lift up my arms even." she said, and sat back on her bed and almost pouted.

"I'm not sure why you're surprised, if you would have been sensible, and told the Doctor you wanted natural looking breasts, instead of those bimbo stripper titties, you'd be in a lot less pain." I scolded her, while I was jealous of Sarah's new breasts, there wasn't any reason I couldn't have asked for larger implants, I just had no interest in being a woman at the time, just like all of us at the hotel, well, it wasn't a hotel as much as it was an army base.

~

We sat across from each other in the 'chow hall' such that it was, it had once been a conference room in the hotel, but had been repurposed after Captain Yeager had determined this hotel, and the clinic next door, would be as good a place to set up a permanent residence as anything they'd seen.

Lunch today was a dish some of the Soldiers called Monkey Shit and Toast, it was actually a combination of pasta (many of the meals included pasta, simply because it lasted forever), canned chicken, cream of mushroom soup, and some of the bread we made in jury-rigged ovens made from big metal drums, and kept hot with wood fires below, the ovens were neatly lined up behind the base, or hotel, if it could still be called that.

In saner times, people may have complained about the meals, but everyone on the base realized that eating regular meals was far better than starving. For my part, I didn't mind the meals, and wanted to set a good example for Sarah as she was having difficulty realizing how incredibly lucky she was to have been given the chance to become a member of this community.

"No husband to keep you busy today?" Sarah asked.

"He's around, I think helping with trying to get a new generator setup. The men rotate their patrols so it's not the same ones going out each day." I said and then decided to share a worry with Sarah. Maybe it was because it seemed less complicated to talk to her, and I knew she wouldn't run around and tell everyone what I was about to tell her. "I don't think Miller tripped and cut his head, I've seen at least four different Soldiers walk up to him, and shake his hand, all of them talked quietly, and some even gave him a hug before walking off. You might not believe me, but the men don't normally hug each other here."

Sarah listened, and then leaned across the table, and lowered her voice, asking "What do you think happened?"

"I don't know, and it almost feels like if something bad happened, I'd rather not know. You know how dangerous it is out there. Still, I'm worried things have gotten worse." I said, shaking my head.

"Two weeks before I found this place I got really lucky, I hadn't had anything to eat for three days, and was fading pretty quick. It takes fuel to walk and I was running on fumes. It was raining and I had spent the night in a gutted welding supply store just to stay dry, out of nowhere I hear someone shoot and then a lot of shots followed, a dog started crying out, and I poked my head near one of the broken windows of the place, and saw a mangy mutt scrambling for it's life and then collapsed, or crashed into big overgrown bush around the corner of the street. A minute later, a guy with a rifle came jogging around the corner, looking around. I figured out that he'd shot at the dog for the meat, he looked around for a minute, then ran back the way he'd come. I waited an hour, and then searched the bush and found the dog, dead. I couldn't tell you the last time I'd eaten as much in a single day. I know if that guy would have seen me, he would have killed me. So yeah, I know how dangerous it is out there." she said, and looked at her plate of food, then shook her head and brought another forkful to her mouth.

"He's never told me that they've ever found people on patrols." I said, speaking of Miller.

"Well, where did all of the other umm.. 'women' come from then?" she asked.

"I'm not sure really, they caught you trying to sneak into the hotel to steal the solar panels right?" I asked.

"Not quite, I was trying to charge my phone, I saw the solar array on the roof, I just wanted to charge my phone." she said, and shook her head.

"Rumors happen I suppose, who did you expect to call? Pizza delivery?" I asked, hoping to lighten the mood.

"I just wanted to use my navigation app." she said, and then seemed lost in thought.

"It's safer here." I reassured her.

"I lasted nine months out there." she snapped back.

"How much longer was that luck of yours going to last?" I asked gently.

"When you put it like that, I suppose I should be thankful I found this place. Afterall, I just needed to agree to these." she said, pointing to her breasts "and then smile and suck some guys dick for the rest of my life, oh wait, but there's more, I get to bend over and get fucked in the ass too, yep, I'm pretty damned lucky."

I nodded, what she needed right now was someone to vent to, I'd done the same thing after I made my decision to stay all of those months ago. "When I sucked your dick, you liked it right?" I asked.

That blew the wind out of Sarah's sails.

"Yeah, every time." she said.

"At first, you didn't know I used to be a guy too, but then you knew, and still, you.. You know what you did." I said, Sarah may have never sucked a dick before that, but she had changed enough that she actually asked if she could after our night together.

"It's different." she answered quickly.

"How? Because I look like this?" I asked. "That doesn't change the fact that you enjoyed it, you still enjoy it, and Sarah, don't hear this the wrong way, but I know you like sucking my dick, you've asked me if you could, all on your own." I stopped and let that sink in "Maybe back when the world was normal you would have been disgusted, or maybe you would have discovered something new about yourself and not worried as much about labels, but the thing to remember is that nobody wants the world we have today, nobody. In spite of that, we adapted, and at least here, we're surviving. I think if you had given up you may have just let that guy shoot you that was looking for the dog, or you would have told Captain Yeager that you decided to pass on the offer to stay here."

"I'm not suicidal." She shot back.

"So, instead of starving out there, all on your own, worrying what day your luck would run out, you've traded that in for safety, and food. But the cost is looking like me, and eventually sexually pleasing one of the men. You sucked my dick, sucking one of the men's dick won't be so different, and if you need to hear this, then I'll tell you. We both know that if you would have been captured out there on your own, you would have sucked a dick to stay alive, you would have willingly bent over to stay alive. Here, you have more freedom about that, and here, nobody is going to put a bullet in your head right after you make them cum, because they cant take a chance you'd kill them in their sleep." I finished, those were all the thoughts and arguments I had before I made my decision here, I hoped they had an impact on Sarah.

"It just felt so unexpected, having sex again, I couldn't even tell you the last time I jerked off out there on my own." She said, shaking her head.

"You don't have to do that anymore Sarah, I'll always be here to make you feel better." I said, and winked at her, then followed with my tongue sliding across my upper lip.

One of the women that worked in the kitchen came out into the chow hall and hefted one of the totes that people put the dirty dishes into, I knew her name was Maggie, and she had been here since before me. She was skinny, probably not more than twenty years old, she had long brown hair that was tied into a bun, she had fair skin, big green eyes and moved with the grace of a cat. Her breasts were small, and her ass was just barely there, but Maggie was easily the closest thing to a 'normal' woman in the compound.

'Hey Maggie.' I called out.

'Hey there Jen.' she replied, then smiled and nodded to Sarah.

'Maggie, this is Sarah. She's new.' I said.

'Hi Sarah, are you settling in okay?' she asked as she set the tote down, and joined us at our table.

'There's a lot to adjust to.' Sarah answered, I could tell she was trying to make an effort.

"I'm sure Jen's already told you a dozen times, but you're really lucky to have found this place, and it was really smart of you to join our little community. By next week you'll look back and it'll all seem a lot less crazy." she said with a warm smile, she reached out her hands, and gripped one of Sarah's, then looked at me, then back at Sarah, and finally let her gaze drop to Sarah's stripper titties, where she lingered for a while. "The women sometimes gather near the pool after evening chow if we don't have other plans, it's silly but we gossip like old ladies and drink coffee, you should look for us, especially before one of the men steals you away. You won't be able to hide those with a horse blanket if you tried." she finished with a grin.

"That reminds me, there's a certain nurse I need to go discuss that with." Sarah replied, blushing.

"Well, again welcome. I've gotta get these dishes washed. Oh hey, have you decided what kind of work you'll be doing here yet?" she asked.

"I'm not sure, maybe some kind of map-reading job, I think?" she answered and shrugged a bit.

Maggie let go of Sarah's hand, and then raised one up, then slowly moved it close to her throat, and asked "Can I show you something?"

Sarah looked over to me, and I nodded, then she nodded at Maggie, who gently put her fingers on either side of Sarah's throat.

"Right around here, if you tighten up a bit, and before you speak, think of how women sound, at first you have to keep reminding yourself, but in no time it'll happen automatically, it'll help more with your voice." she paused "I know you're trying, and I know it's all so much to take in. The women really try to look out for each other, and I don't want you to feel like I'm picking on you. You'll see, we really try to make our lives easier to adjust to, we lift each other up when we're feeling down." she smiled again, and took her hand away from Sarah's throat "Okay, try." she said.

"Umm." Sarah hesitated, then cleared her throat and blinked a few times as she tried to do as Maggie had advised "It's strange." her voice was higher now, but not very natural sounding, she cleared her voice again and began to speak, and her voice began to transform into something quite natural and feminine sounding.

Maggie and I both smiled at the same time, nodding our heads at Sarah.

"100% better, and before wasn't bad. You're a natural Sarah." Maggie complimented her.

A smile spread across Sarah's face hearing the praise, and she nodded at me, she must have been surprised she could sound like she just had.

"I can teach you how to have the most earth-shattering orgasms from being fucked too, just pull me aside if thats something you decide you'd like to learn more about." Maggie said, as nonchalantly as if asking for cream for her coffee.

Sarah's eyes bulged, and her cheeks turned bright red, she looked at me, and I just grinned and nodded.

"Okay ladies, well it's back to work for me." Maggie said cheerfully, then stood, retrieved the tote and was gone from the room moments later.

Sarah and I stared at each other silently for what seemed like an hour, until I finally broke the silence and asked "Did you notice her hands?"

"Were those cigarette burns?" Sarah asked, having seen the circular scar's on the back of Maggie's hands.

"The men found him nailed to the wall of a barn a few hours from here. He'd been shot and left for dead. They said he died on the ride back here, and Edwards wouldn't stop doing CPR on him, everyone else in the patrol told him it was no use, but he wouldn't stop. Somehow, he brought him back. The Doctor said it was a miracle he survived having lost as much blood as he had." I explained, it was a gruesome story, but Sarah needed to understand.

"It took a while, but he recovered, physically anyway. He attached himself to Edwards anytime he wasn't out on patrol, trying to repay him and he just couldn't understand when Edwards tried to explain that he didn't owe him anything, it's hard to understand the mind of a soldier." I said, then continued "He never hesitated when the Captain explained what his options were if he wanted to stay on. So when Maggie woke from that last surgery, she knew who she wanted to marry, and I suppose she eventually wore Edwards down."

"Oh my God." Sarah gasped.

"They didn't find you out there nailed to a barn did they?" I asked.

Sarah shook her head.

"You didn't happen to die on the ride back here, right?" I pressed on.

"No." Sarah answered, in a small voice.

"Things can always be worse, much much worse Sarah." I finished, and felt like, if I hadn't made my point with sharing Maggie's story, then nothing I could ever say would convince her.

She kept her eyes on me and nodded her head, and said nothing.

"One last thing, you told me before that you hadn't had a meal in two days when you were up on the hill looking through your binoculars..."

She nodded, but didn't speak.

"I wonder, if they would have brought you in here, sat you down at this same table and brought out a huge plate of spaghetti, a glass of sweet tea, or a cup of hot coffee, and told you you could eat until you couldn't swallow another bite, but first you'd have to suck ten guys dicks, and the last guy was going to bend you over and fuck you..." I stopped for a moment, to let it all sink into her head. "And then were told you had to leave the following day, with best wishes and a hope that a gang of murderers wouldn't find you and kill you for fun. I think we both know you would have taken the offer."

Sarah shuddered and answered "I'm not sure about that."

"Really? Be honest."

"I know that you're trying to make a point." She sighed.

"No, I'm trying to make you see how incredibly lucky you are. They said they were laughing while you were hiding on top of that hill trying to be sneaky. You said Benjamin was on the roof to kill you if you left, imagine if they decided not to take the chance on the guy spying on us, imagine if they had simply told him to kill you."

Sarah shuddered again, and bit her lip.

"Things could always be worse, much much worse."

-

The rest of the week came and went, Sarah had recovered to the point of growing restless. She spent hours in the various 'command' rooms and listened as the various patrols checked in with the base, and paid attention to what they'd report finding. She would follow their progress with a series of heavily marked up paper travel maps that hung from all of the walls in these rooms. The Captain gave her whatever space she needed, although he knew that her interest in what was happening 'outside of the wire' made it obvious she wanted to contribute in some way that tracked what the men were doing while out in harm's way.

She had found me several nights after evening chow out near the pool, chatting with the other women and even went out of her way to make some new friends on her own. It seemed like she had finally accepted that it was a different world, with an entirely new set of rules.

Friday evening, she pulled me aside and told me that she'd had several conversations with the Captain, and had asked if she could fill an Analyst role. The Captain nearly scared her to death when he nodded and explained that the job was vital, that bad decisions on her part, could result in lost lives. She said that she went back to her 'house' and cried like a baby, a combination of feeling sorry for herself, but also, more importantly, wanting desperately to not let the men down, or cause husbands' to not make it back to their wives.

It almost caused me to tear up and I decided that I wanted to spend a little play time with her that evening, I'd just need to let my husband know first.

"So, do you have any plans for later?" I asked in my best naughty voice.

"So it's a little embarrassing, but.. Maggie is coming over, she's going to try to teach me how to.. you know." she shook her head and blushed.

I took her hand and pulled her aside, further from any ears, and teased her the way friends sometimes do.

"Sarah, does that mean all of these sexy soldiers are finally getting to you?" I asked with a huge grin.

"No! I'm just really curious, if it's possible, I mean, even you said it's possible, so... Oh, I don't know!" she was pacing around and unable to look at me.

"I'm sure I'm not the only one that's noticed how you're putting in all the extra effort, little things like those tight slacks, how you're wiggling your ass when you walk, especially if men are around. Oh, and I'd say something about your stripper titties (my silly way of dealing with my jealousy over her much nicer breasts than my own) but you already know how I feel about them. So now Maggie is coming by later to show you how to cum from a nice, hard thick cock fucking your pussy, you'll never have any use for me again." I finished and pouted dramatically.

"Jennifer, please.." she begged.

"You'll never wanna play with me again and I wasn't lying when I said you really are quite talented with your mouth. I was really looking forward to feeling your lips again." more pouting, more teasing.

"Stop, seriously. I definitely want to keep on 'playing' with you. I'm just really curious if I can, you know, cum from having something inside me." she answered and almost managed to look me in the eye while saying as much.

"You're growing up so fast, a week ago, you were a different person." I said smiling, still teasing a bit, but I had one more zinger to deliver, I just wanted the timing to be right.

"You're not helping, talking like that." she said, still embarrassed, so I pushed a bit more.

'Maggie is coming to show you how to orgasm from having 'what' inside of you?" I asked, with a crooked gin.

"Jennifer, stop, please." she pleaded.

"I will, I just want to hear you say it." I promised.

"A dick, okay? I'm scared shitless, but I guess curious, and then I'm repulsed." she said, shaking her head.

"In time, just thinking about it will make your nipples hard. Anyway, I'm really hoping that you just embrace the program here, it works and unless I'm misreading, it feels a little like you're at least considering it all." I said, if Sarah could just get over the past and accept things, she'd be fine.

"I've just had a lot of time to think about things, about what you've told me and when I'm not thinking about that stuff, I've been busy learning, I just want to do a really good job when I start next week, so I suppose I've had less time to feel sorry for myself." she confessed.

"That's great, it really is, and don't worry I'm not jealous of you playing with Maggie, lots of the wives play together, but I'm pretty sure you'll lose interest in the wives soon, you know what I mean, right?" I'd set the bait out there.

"What? What are you talking about?" she answered, with a puzzled look.

"Jones." I said simply.

"Jones? What does that even mean?" she said, and swallowed the bait, not having a clue.

"Jones, the sexy, quiet brooding one, that keeps to himself a lot. He's been undressing you with his eyes all week, don't play like you haven't noticed." I said, as I set the hook and we both knew she was caught.

"Don't joke about something like that Jennifer, please." she said, her face seemed like a mixture of dread, and excitement. I remembered the not so distant past, when one of the wives had told me they'd seen Miller watching me.

I raised my hand up, palm outstretched and answered "I swear, I'm telling you the truth."

We chatted for a few more minutes before she had to leave and meet Maggie, it was no coincidence that Sarah was clearly, swiveling her hips more than she ever had before as she walked away.

~

"Just relax Hon, I promise this is going to feel incredible." Maggie said.

She was sitting on the stool in Sarah's room, positioned between Sarah's legs, which were bent, with her feet resting on the edge of her bed's mattress. Maggie was slowly masturbating Sarah with one hand, and gently circling her anus with the middle finger of her other hand.

Sarah had nearly jumped through the ceiling when Maggie had applied the vaseline to her anus. The cool temperature, combined with the sudden understanding that someone would soon be inserting their finger into her ass was altogether foreign to her, but she steeled herself, and attempted to relax.

"You don't need to be hard to cum like this, but I like the idea that this excites you." Maggie said as she continued to stroke Sarah's dick.

"I'm not sure about being excited, but your hand feels good." Sarah confessed.

"I'm going to go slow, you let me know if you need a break, or if it's feeling too good, I'll slow down." Maggie said, grinning.

"Feeling too good, we'll see." Sarah said, and then her eyes went wide, as Maggie began pressing her finger into her ass.

"I promise, dick feels sooo much better." Maggie said softly and watched as her finger continued to disappear into Sarah's hole.

"It feels.. strange." Sarah said, after considering it for a moment.

Maggie spit into the hand that had been stroking Sarah and then resumed, creating a glistening, hard dick to cause her to lick her lips. She stroked once again and then wrapped her thumb and forefinger around the base of Sarah's dick, then moved her mouth impossibly close to Sarah's erection and repeated "Just relax Hon." and as her mouth lowered onto Sarah's dick, she exhaled a long, deep breath, then finally came to rest with all of Sarah's dick buried in Maggie's mouth, and throat.

Sarah fought the urge to grab the blonde's long hair, wrap it in her fist and fuck her mouth, but she was supposed to be learning this new magical ability, so she laid back, and let Maggie do as she pleased.

"Feel that there?" Maggie said, coming up for air, as her finger came to rest against something in Sarah's ass.

"Yeah, it's feeling a bit like I have to piss." Sarah answered.

"You used the toilet before we started, you don't have to piss, let your body relax, and let whatever happens, happen." Maggie explained.

Her mouth was slowly moving up and down again, Sarah wondered for a moment, if all of the women could suck dick as well as first Jennifer, and now it was clear that at least Maggie could. Maggie's finger began rubbing in what almost felt like a circular motion, the more she rubbed, the more her body responded.

"This." she said, rubbing left to right "is too high, and this." she moved her finger till less of it was inside Sarah, then moved again, left to right "this is too low." she moved her finger back against her prostate and resumed the circular rubbing "and this is just right." she finished, and sucked Sarah's dick back into her mouth.

"It's a strange feeling, not bad, but your mouth feels better though." Sarah said.

Maggie rose up off of Sarah's dick and smiled "I'd love to sit on this dick." she said, completely surprising Sarah.

Sarah imagined Maggie slowly riding her cock until she couldn't take it any longer, and then pumping her insides full of her cream... No, they said only mouths, and as much as Sarah would have loved to fuck someone..

"We can't." Sarah said, and felt stupid for it.

"I know, but a woman can still have her naughty thoughts. Listen, if I can make you cum with no mouth, no jerking you off, just with my finger inside you, you have to promise me something." she said as she continued stroking Sarah.

"What if I can't?" Sarah asked, then added "cum, I mean."

"Then you don't have to promise me something, I swear, it's nothing against the rules." she assured Sarah.

"Okay, if I can do it, I'll promise." Sarah said, and lay back once again as Maggie's hand came off of her dick, and only the finger remained. It was sometimes moving faster, sometimes slower, sometimes gentler and sometimes pressing harder.

"Almost like I gotta pee Maggie, seriously." Sarah warned.

"You don't have to, let your body go, let this happen." she said, and watched the woman as she'd sometimes shake, or move her hips involuntarily, she grinned and understood these signs.

"Maggie, umm, I think, oh ohh.. I'm.." Sarah stammered.

"It's okay Hon, let your body have this, just let it happen." Maggie said in a quiet, soothing voice.

Sarah laid back once again, and a warm, tingling began radiating out from the middle of her body, somewhere up and behind her testicles. She felt her face flush, and gooseflesh raced around various parts of her body, the warmth had grown, and began rolling through more of her body, and then a strange feeling of pressure that had Sarah almost had to consciously work to maintain, to not let fade away had finally been released, more slowly than one would have expected, left Sarah moaning with her mouth agape, and then the feeling began to fade, slowly, but recognizably. The tingling dissipated, then finally she felt Maggie's finger slowly slide out of her ass.

"Congratulations Sarah, how was that?" Maggie's words brought Sarah out of her post-orgasm disbelief.

"Oh, that was, I can't explain, I liked it though, so.. it felt, I can't." Sarah struggled for words as Maggie stood and walked into the bathroom, and cleaned her hands.

"You liked it, and that's all you need to say." Maggie said as she walked back into the room, and climbed on top of Sarah, and brought her mouth to hers.

"Can I make you feel good too?" Sarah asked.

Maggie smiled and nodded.

Maggie was skinny, with small tits, and an ass that was just barely there, but her dick was the biggest one Sarah had ever seen in person, not that it was porn-star huge, and not that Sarah had gone to any lengths to physically inspect men's dicks, but it was a challenge to suck. Jennifer's dick was much easier to work with, and while Sarah slid her tongue along the underside of Maggie's dick, she wondered if the men all had big dicks like that, a finger in her ass was one thing, and even the thought of Jennifer's dick in her ass wasn't terribly frightening, but something like this, it would definitely be painful. Sarah worked on the head, and the small amount beyond that she could get in her mouth, then decided to just stroke the remaining length. Maggie lasted another few minutes, and then warned she was going to cum. Sarah managed to keep it all in her mouth, and swallow it, that was expected she supposed, that was part of her life now and the truth was, it only felt nasty if she looked for a reason for it to be nasty. The two women laid tangled together afterward, tenderly kissing, and replaying what had happened between them, finally Maggie rose up, then pointed at Sarah and said.

"You told me you'd promise me something." her grin gave Sarah some worry.

"If I can, I said." she answered back.

"When you want to pleasure yourself from now on, I want you to use your finger, like I showed you, no more jerking." she said, and wasn't grinning now.

"Erm, why?" Sarah asked.

"Sooner or later, you're going to have a husband, and part of you being a good wife, will be showing him how good he feels inside of you. If you cum from your husband making love to you, he'll do anything for you. The other thing is, it's not very feminine to be jerking off while your man is fucking you, Teach your body how to cum with your finger, and you'll definitely cum when he's inside you."

The reality of Sarah's future struck her once again. A man would eventually be her husband, she'd be expected to take care of him in all of the traditional ways. She shivered and then imagined the quiet one, Jones, kneeling behind her, and slowly pushing his cock inside of her, eventually cumming from the feelings. Sure, it was definitely a different kind of orgasm, one that didn't require a clean-up, but it left her almost ready for having another. A week ago, the thought would have repulsed Sarah, and now, it wasn't terrible, it wasn't at a point where she actively desired such a thing, but, maybe, just maybe..

-

"Honey, I talked to the new girl today, she told me something that I wanted to ask you about." I said, as my husband 'Miller' stepped out of the shower, wearing a towel wrapped around his slim waist.

"Oh?" Miller asked, and stood in the doorway of the bathroom.

"Is Benjamin a good guy?" I asked, though I'd never been one to play my cards too close to my chest, I wanted to find out as much as I could, without saying something that he'd shake his head and call me a crazy woman over.

"Yeah, he's a good guy, why?" he asked, and now was giving me his full attention, and had a concerned, or curious look on his face.

"Why would he be up on the roof?" I asked. I supposed there was no better way than to simply ask.

"Checking the solar panels maybe." he said with a shrug, but his gaze never left mine.

"Any chance he was up there to shoot the new girl, if she decided to move on?" I asked, and there it was, not beating around the bush.

"Is that what she thinks?" He asked, he was answering questions with more questions, and that was different.

"She said that after she told the Captain that she had decided to stay, that he radioed someone who was apparently on the roof, and said he could come down, that she had decided to stay. She asked the Captain if he was up there to shoot her if she left, and the Captain wouldn't answer her." The words felt almost like a betrayal, I knew I'd have been dead without this place, and now it felt like I was questioning things that I didn't fully understand, that I might not ever really understand.

Miller walked over, and knelt in front of me, and took my hand.

"The answer might not be what you want to hear, are you sure you want to know?" he asked, he wasn't angry, but certainly focused now.

I nodded and remained silent.

"Picture this, and let's pray this never happens." he said, then stood, and pulled me to my feet, and held my shoulders as he spoke. "Imagine someone walks down the road, we check them out, feed them, show them how we live, and they decide that our rules aren't rules that work for them. Let's imagine we send them on their way with a few sandwiches, and a few days later, that same person runs into a band of killers, people that would shoot you and hope you had something in your pockets to have made the bullet worth the effort, let's say those bad guys get ahold of that person we let move on, and when it becomes clear that things aren't looking good, that person who we fed, who we gave shelter, and safety to, will absolutely, and without hesitation give those bad guys our location, and share every possible detail they can recall, to save their own skin." he inhaled deeply then continued. "They'd kill him as soon as he finished telling them how to find us, and then if they were smart, and didn't just rush the place, if they just took their time, they'd see that we send a patrol out everyday, we might be down a full third of our manpower, if there were enough of them, and they were smart enough to survive out there for as long as they had, what do you think they'd do to this place, and to everyone that lived here? Sweetheart, what do you think would happen to all of the women that live here?"

He'd as much as just confirmed what I suppose, deep down I'd always known.

"I'll tell her the truth, that nobody has ever turned down the chance to stay on here." I said, that seemed like the best way of dealing with it all, it wasn't admitting that there was someone on the roof standing by to shoot her, but it wasn't going so far as to confirm her fears.

"A few have, but before you." he said, his face was a mask, impossible to read.

"The Captain had them shot?" I asked, knowing the answer.

"They shot themselves." Miller said, then he kissed my forehead, and turned, opening a dresser drawer and fishing out a clean uniform, and pulling the trousers up his legs. I watched as his meaty dick wiggled around as he moved. It shouldn't have excited me at the moment, we'd been talking about death, and a world that had certainly gone insane, but I felt an incredible desire to push him onto our bed, and wrap my lips around his cock.

"Heading back out?" I asked instead.

He shook his head, then answered "We're planning on a patrol, it's far, but we may find some very needed supplies there, by the way, what size shoe do you wear?" he finished with a grin.

"So sweet, on the lookout for some nice, comfortable shoes for me?" I grinned, knowing very well the last thing Miller was looking for, would be 'comfortable' shoes. "You know I have no idea how to walk in heels, you know that right?"

He finished dressing, then moved close, and in his typical way, pulled me to him, and put his tongue in my mouth. I wanted to suck his dick all the more now.

"Besides." he said as he broke our kiss, and turned towards the door "I don't expect you'll be walking much in the kind of shoes I want for you."

"You Beast." I teased.

He nodded, agreeing, and opened the door, looking back in before closing it, he simply said "Be here when I finish up, you've got me horny."

"Promises promises." I giggled, and blew him a kiss as he closed the door.

~

"You know, I still hate your tits right?" I said, sitting across from Sarah in the chow hall.

"I know." she said grinning "You know, they're so big, they mess with my balance, and my back's been hurting, and I can't sleep on my stomach anymore because these big 'stripper titties' get in the way. I tracked down the Captain and asked if the men could possibly stop at any shuttered strip joints while out on patrol, and bring me back a shiny silver pole that I could have them bolt to my room's floor and ceiling, so I could work up a sexy routine. I mean, as long as I'm going to look like a stripper, I may as well go all in right?" she said with a wicked grin on her face.

"Girl, be careful what you wish for, there's a line of unmarried men here that would miss a week of meals to get into that virgin pussy of yours." I shot back.

"So Maggie, did some stuff." she said, then looked down and shook her head "What does it feel like, having a man inside you?" she looked up, and struggled to maintain eye contact.

"Is the idea starting to appeal to you?" I asked.

"Stop Jennifer, seriously, I'm all mixed up, don't' tease me." she pouted.

"I'm being serious." I said.

"I'm having moments, sometimes seeing other women with the men, wondering, and I look like this now, it doesn't feel like I'm me anymore, I'm afraid I might lose who I was." she confessed.

"Would that be a bad thing?" I asked her, and imagined that would be a tough question to answer.

"I know there's no getting my old life back, and I know I'm safer here." she said.

"It was scary, but I wanted it. I wanted to show him that I took us seriously, and I wanted him to feel like all of me, was his. There was a lot of pressure, the pressure became pain, but never too much, I'd tell him when it hurt. It took a while, and then it felt like I was getting close to needing another break, and I felt him suddenly slip inside of me. It was a relief like I can't really describe. It was like my body sucked him inside. It took more time, but now it was easier, and more of him pushed in, until he was all the way inside of me." I said, recalling that first time. "He's one way around the other men, and then there's this, totally different guy when it's just us in our bed. I felt filled up, and as he started moving in and out of me, I realized that I was worried and had made myself crazy for no reason. I adjusted and soon he was moving pretty easily in me, it made me a woman, everything up till that point had been little bits and pieces, even my breasts, they were all parts to the puzzle, but when I felt him finally freeze up, and I knew he was cumming in me, it transformed me. I stopped being male, and I embraced this new life. It was like having a reset button. The worst part of it all, was when he pulled out of me, I missed it as soon as I was empty, I wanted that feeling inside again, and I wanted him to feel me gripping him again." I stopped, and considered the rest before I sucked in a breath and reached a hand out towards her, which she took tentatively. "I don't know how it will be for you, but that first time, it really changed me. I told you I wouldn't go back to being a guy, even if I could. Part of that is because the guy that I had barely clung to up until that point died that night. That's not what society had made me believe up until the world ended, it wasn't some kind of social limitation that I stubbornly held onto. I guess the best way I could describe it was that Miller orgasming inside of me disconnected any male remnants in my brain. I wouldn't know how to go back to living as a guy, even if someone forced me, I'm a woman now Sarah, and in time, this same thing is probably going to happen to you."

"You make it sound really good." she said, then shook her head. "I'm scared, I know it's going to happen, and I wish, like, if it was possible I wish I could just get it over with and maybe I'll end up feeling like you did." she shivered visibly and added "I hope I do, if it happens and it just disgusts me, I'm not sure I'd know what to do."

"Did Maggie make you cum?" I asked.

"I suppose that's what it was, it was different." she answered, nodding.

"Different, but good?" I pressed.

"Different, not bad." she said, and shook her head.

"Women talk about stuff like this, don't be embarrassed." I said and poked her arm.

I could see by her expression that my calling her a woman was causing plenty of thoughts to race through her head, but Sarah needed to stop pretending that in this world, what little was left of it, her role was to find a man, and take care of him to the best of her ability. She may have resigned herself to that, or possibly not, but what was clear was that she was alive, safe, and among friends. If she needed time to come to terms with the rest of her situation, I knew Captain Yeager would be patient, but ultimately, her role and place in our community was already set in stone.

~

Jones was lying in bed, his right hand was wrapped around his stiff erection, and it moved slowly up and down the shaft. He imagined the new woman, with the big jugs. He pictured her sloppily sucking his dick, making it slick and then stuffing his dick between those big melons of hers and watching intently as she moved her tits up and down, masturbating him.

"I want it, but I'm scared, your dick is huge." he imagined her saying. Jones' dick was thick, and a bit shy of eight inches when fully erect, he knew she'd struggle at first, but with those big tits of hers, he also knew she was very likely a slut, after all, who picks tits that size unless they want to be seen in a very sexual manner. No, he was convinced that whatever her name was, would eventually learn to take his full length into her throat, and deep inside her pussy. He imagined his dick would be the first inside her, and the idea of that pushed him past the point of no return. The quickly increasing pressure from somewhere in his testicles signaled his approaching orgasm, and moments later he grunted several times as his hips thrust upward. He began to breathe once again, and finished cleaning the copious amount of semen he'd discharged, and tossed the tissue in a small waste basket next to his bed.

"I need to talk to her." he said aloud.

-

Sarah stood in front of her bathroom mirror and had spent the last hour putting on, and then removing her makeup. She was getting good at it, very good. Each time she'd finished and stood back to admire her handiwork, it was almost like another step away from what had once been her masculinity. There was something about the way she'd seen some of the men looking at her, they desired her, it was obvious. It may have been her new breasts, it may have been that she was simply 'the new girl' she wasn't sure, but she had to accept that, in this world, and in this community, she was considered a woman, and would be required to take a husband, who would fuck her.

"They want me." she said to her reflection. She touched up her lipstick, and pursed her lips. Her dick began to come to life, she couldn't deny that her lips seemed made for sucking cock, especially with the glossy lipstick she now wore. She imagined her face, looking up at her man, as she sank deeper and deeper onto his hard cock, a cock that was hard because of her. There was excitement in that. It was a different kind of arousal, for the first time Sarah imagined taking care of a man, this wasn't how she had been, before the thoughts were of finding a woman, and facing this crazy new world together, sleeping at night, joined together. Now, she was thinking of taking care of a man. She thought of the quiet one, the guy that often was off on his own. She imagined herself on her hands and knees, and tried to decide what it would feel like, using Jennifer's description, as his cock pressed against her 'pussy'.

She sighed, and decided this was life now, and there were rules she was expected to play by. The quiet one, she was curious about, he seemed almost the simplest to approach, she promised the next day that she'd bump into him and see if he was anything at all like she'd imagined.

"What if he's nice? What if he's into me? Are there rules about what happens next? Can I bring him back here and suck his dick?" she asked her reflection.

She shook her head while grinning, and then began washing her face, then started fresh once again, this time going for a sluttier look. As crazy as it was, she almost wished she actually had a pole in her room, she giggled a bit thinking of asking the Captain if she could change her mind about the job she wanted, and see if he'd be okay with her giving lap dances, and maybe more to the men.

She pursed her lips once again, definitely dick sucking lips. A grin formed.

Would the quiet one mind if she gave the other men lap dances? Her mouth opened in the shape of an 'O' and she imagined the shiny red lips wrapped around a man's cock. They wanted this, it was obvious, she was being desired, it didn't make sense to pretend that wasn't the truth, it didn't make sense for her to fight it, she'd been given a chance at a new life here, and none of the men looked at her like the freak she had thought she was. They wanted her, they wanted her body, and she knew her body could bring them to the point of no return, make them vulnerable, if only for a few moments, that was something new that she hadn't considered before, and it aroused her all the more, there was a very exciting feeling knowing that.

She finished her makeup, and gave herself a look in the mirror a final time. Her blouse was not too tight, and her tits were impossible to miss, her slacks were tight enough that she wouldn't have been mistaken for trying to hide her assets. She spritzed herself with a bit of whatever the perfume was that Jennifer had gifted her, and then she stepped out of her room, and made a conscious effort to swivel her hips as she walked down the long hallway, stepping out past the chow hall, she noticed several of the men laughing and eating what looked like stew or chili, their laughs went silent as they noticed her, and she kept moving, finally taking a seat on one of the chaise lounges near the pool. She closed her eyes, and wondered what they were thinking when she walked past, a grin formed on her face and then..

"Hello." an unfamiliar voice pulled her from her thoughts. "My name is Jones, you're new here."

"Hi, I'm Sarah." she answered, making sure she concentrated on her voice.

"You've got guys bugging you all the time, I'm sure, but I wanted to know if.. Let me take you out to dinner." Jones said, he let his eyes momentarily shift from her pretty face, to those huge tits of hers, and then saw her grin a bit. He'd been busted.

"Oh, is there a nice restaurant around that I missed?" she asked with a grin.

Jones nodded slowly, then grinned and pointed a finger up towards the sky. "I'll come by tomorrow night, does 1900 work for you?"

"1900 is 7pm?" she asked.

"What's your house number?" he asked.

"You people with your crazy talk, my room is number one-eighteen, I guess my house number is one-eighteen." she answered, shaking her head.

"You smell like flowers." he said softly "I'm not weird or anything, I promise."

Sarah paused for a moment, then smiled a bit and nodded.

"Till tomorrow." he said, as he turned, he allowed himself a quick look at those big tits of hers.

Sarah watched as Jones walked off, and marveled at the fact that a man had just asked her out on a date. The thought simmered in her brain for a while as she relaxed, and wondered what he meant by pointing up in the air. She spent another ten minutes stretched out on the lounge, and then stood and returned to her house, her arousal had brought her back here, and she needed release. She had considered looking for Jennifer, or even Maggie, with a hope to get a little play time, but she remembered what Maggie had made her promise, and so she came back to her house, and stripped off her clothes, leaving only her bra, and the cursed band that constantly pressed down against her tits. She sat on the toilet and relieved herself, then walked with her hips swaying to her bed, and began sucking one of her fingers, rolling her tongue all around it, and acting slutty. Her finger was a sloppy mess, and she found it slipped into her 'pussy' much easier than when Maggie had done this to her. She explored inside, and located the area that had caused those feelings before. Her brain screamed out to stroke her dick while her finger massaged her insides, but she'd promised Maggie.

Instead, she fantasized about Jones, imagining him taking her out to eat at a fancy restaurant, she was dressed in a long black gown, with a slit high up one side. The welt of her stockings would sometimes be visible, and she moved in her stiletto heels with a practiced grace. She wore long, dangling earrings, and a beautiful silver locket that rested just about her considerable cleavage. Jones would have difficulty eating his meal, and Sarah had imagined already deciding that she'd give herself to this quiet, brooding man. The meal would end, and the sexual tension between the two would have reached the boiling point. He'd lead her from the restaurant to her room, which would be lit by dozens of fragrant candles, they'd embrace in the near-dark, their lips would meet, gently at first, but quickly growing in passion. Sarah would somehow magically be able to produce Jones' cock from within his clean, camouflage trousers, finding it already fully engorged, and hot. She'd sink to her knees, and keep her eyes locked onto his as her lips would stretch around its head. Soon her head would bob as she took as much of him as she could, but it only lasted a short time. Jones would pull her back to her feet, kiss her deeply once again, and then push her onto her bed, her evening gown would suddenly be gone, revealing her toned body, a lacy black bra held her 'stripper titties' in place, and a tiny black thong that rose high along her curvy hips. Her stockings were of the stay-up variety, the imagined view of her pushed her further into this fog of arousal.

Jones would slowly undress, she imagined he'd have scars, that somehow excited her all the more. He'd climb onto her bed, and calmly say 'play with yourself.'

Sarah would lift her tits out of the cups of her bra, and tweak her already hardened nipples, easily lifting first one, then the other to her juicy, painted lips. Her hand would snake along her body, and brush her thong aside, revealing a freshly shaved vagina. She'd gently trace her labia with a long, slender finger, collecting some of the lubrication her body had created. She brought the finger to her mouth, and wrapped her lips around it, cleaning her juices, before returning to her pussy, and slipping first one, then two fingers inside. Her moans began to fill the room, as she imagined fucking herself with a man watching her.

Jones would roll her onto her hands and knees, then a hand would wrap around her hip and something hot nuzzled against her flesh. Jones positioned himself, and then she felt him against her entrance. She exhaled slowly and pressed back against him as he eased himself forward, both of them wanting the same thing. A second hand would now settle on her other hip, and Jones would begin fucking her. The fullness would be incredible, and her arousal would soar hearing him moan in pleasure as his cock worked in her pussy. She'd wiggle her hips, and push back against his thrusts, silently telling him she wanted him to fuck her harder. Her hand would move to her pussy, and her fingers wrapped around his cock, almost as if she was masturbating him, while he fucked her. Then her fingers began to rub her clitoris, electrical shockwaves would randomly shoot through her body, and then her body signaled an inevitable orgasm.

"Jones, don't stop, just like that, keep going, oh, oh fuck I'm cumming.." she cried out.

Her body spasmed violently, with muscles tightening in her legs and arms, she felt Jones crash forward, almost painfully against her, his cock buried so that he had nothing left to give her, and then warmth filled her, Jones half groaned, and half growled as he emptied himself into her.

That would be sex for her, that was her reality now, well mostly, aside from the vagina stuff.

She lay in bed, her body felt different, not the usual 'okay, I'm done now.' post-orgasm mentality, she was still horny, this was different, nice, it made her greedy.

Her finger found the spot once again, and she closed her eyes and imagined Jones doing things to her that she would have never imagined in her life a week ago, and now, now everything was changing.

End of Part 3