Through all this death, we are life.

Molly had been living in fear for nearly a month now, ever since the first infected began to run the streets. Her University had tried to maintain an air of authority as the illness spread: first, they had ordered the students to remain in their dormitories… then, as the sickness became more rampant, the entire lot was moved from place to place. Over the course of one week, she had been in four separate buildings, until finally, she and her room-mates were taken to a police precinct.

The safety at the precinct didn’t last long… as the station began to be over-run, she and a few of her friends had grabbed guns, taken a police car and left the others behind. They took turns driving, occasionally stopping for gas when it was safe… they had been traveling for so, so long when they came across the military barricade…

At first, Molly and the other three girls had thought that they were being quarantined and that the soldiers wouldn’t let them advance: but they had done the opposite of that. The three women were taken into protective custody (or so they were told) and driven to a house out in the country.

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The day of the women’s arrival, Major Henry West had been walking the grounds, checking on the defensive measures that his troops were using, when the radio on his hip crackled.

He told his men to bring the women to the house: his men would be thrilled… women, finally! A chance to make good on his promise…

The men finally arrived back at the house some thirty minutes later, and West met them at the front, smiling broadly at the police car that the soldiers towed in with them. The four women were inside of it: West held his breath as his men got out of their humvee and opened the doors for the ladies.

They were young, very young… only a few years over twenty: school girls. There were two blonds, a brunette and… her. The third female had long, raven hair that was held back in a ponytail: her skin was milky white, and her eyes were light brown. Her face was so sweet, almost cherubic…

“I’m Major Henry West” he breathed, trying to restrain the sheer bliss he felt as he looked upon the women: especially the little angel. “We’ve brought you here for your protection. Your names, please”

The first blond answered, “Michelle Higgins”

The second blond added, “Jennifer Taylor”

The brunette followed suit, “Christine Adams”

And last, but certainly not least, “Molly Hudson”

Henry smiled: even her voice sounded sweet. “Well, ladies, we’re very pleased to have you here. We have hot showers and clean clothes for you: later on, we’ll be sitting down to dinner, and we’d like to extend an invitation to you to join us”

The women all nodded in agreement.

“Good! Well, let me show you to your room and I’ll have clean clothes brought to you”

The females followed him as he pivoted, completely unaware of what awaited them…

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Molly was sitting on the Major’s bed, wearing the white gown that he had chosen for her to wear. It was sleeveless, white satin on top and a taffeta skirt, that billowed like a ballerina’s, all the way down to her feet.

At dinner, the men had assembled with the four women and dined. It wasn’t until afterward, when the Major had taken them into the study for an after-dinner brandy that Molly and her friends discovered what the army men planned to do with them.

It had been decided, apparently, that Michelle, Jennifer and Christine would be expected to rotate amongst the enlisted men, spending the night with them, allowing their bodies to be used again and again. Molly was different, however: she had been chosen by the Major to be his and his alone. In exchange for this, the women were told, they would never have to worry about protection or about food and comfort. The men would care for them, and the children that they would produce together. They would rebuild, one child at a time…

Sitting on the bed, Molly awaited the Major, her hands in her lap. She had been insulted by his words in the study, his lack of concern for what she might want: yet she had known that she had no choice. If she and her friends wanted to live, the men here in this house were their best bet. They had weapons, they had food, and they had a defendable position in the house.

As Molly contemplated this further, the door to the bedroom opened and Major West stepped inside. He smiled at her and closed the door behind him.

Molly evaluated him: he was wearing his dress uniform, which he had chosen for the “special” dinner. The Major was a tall man, skinny… and yet his frame seemed to suit the sort of man that he was: he was above the others. But before she could come to find him attractive, she remembered the cold way in which he had pimped both her and her friends off, and she grew angry anew. “Your men are all safely tucked in their beds, then?” she asked sarcastically.

Henry raised an eyebrow at her: he hadn’t expected such a cheeky question, but he intended on responding in kind. “Well, I can only say that for three of them… and they’re tucked in next to your mates…”

Molly turned away from him and focused her gaze on the wall across the room from her.

“Would you like another brandy?” Henry inquired, walking over to his dresser and removing the top from a large crystal flask. For some reason, he felt a bit nervous: he wasn’t sure if it was due to having been without a woman for so long or because Molly was obviously unhappy with this situation. He filled two glasses half-way with the brandy and pivoted to look at her. Sighing because she didn’t respond, he made his way over to her and handed her the drink. “I’ll take that as a yes”

Molly didn’t sip from her glass until he had done the same: she wouldn’t put it past him to have slipped something into the alcohol.

Henry sat down next to her, gazing at the same spot on the wall that she was before he spoke. “It won’t be all that bad, really. You and your friends will be taken care of… You’ll have the chance at a future. Who knows… perhaps, with time, you’ll come to have feelings for us…?”

“I wouldn’t count on it, Major… As happy as we might be to have the comforts that you offer, that doesn’t mean that we’re going to fall in love with our prison guards…”

“It’s not a prison” Henry corrected, swirling his brandy in its glass. “You should know, Molly, that as my woman, you’ll enjoy many of the same privileges of rank that I do”

Frustration surged within her. “I don’t want your privileges” she hissed. “When we arrived this afternoon, you promised us a safe haven… you didn’t promise that we would be made into whores…”

“You’re not whores, either” Henry snapped back, looking at her. “It’s a logical step… we have to have a future, we all do, and that means rebuilding humanity, having children and continuing our culture. You’re a college girl, Molly: surely you’ve been taught about survival. Our emotions can’t get in the way of that”

“So how did I receive the dubious honor of being ‘yours’?” Molly queried, fixing her gaze on him. “Did you draw lots from a hat?”

Henry shook his head. “No, Molly… You’re beautiful and intelligent: that’s why I chose you. I chose you the moment I saw you, and I would choose you even if the world were right”

“Great” she lamented, swallowing a mouthful of brandy. “I’m the ‘Major’s Woman’ because you like my ass…”

He sighed in frustration. “Why are you being difficult? You have the best possible position in this house: you will sleep in only one bed”

“Because I didn’t have a choice” Molly retorted. “You made the decision without consulting me in the least”

“Is there someone else here that you would rather be with? I can arrange it, if you like: but only for one night. The others will want their turn”

Molly wanted to slap him… but his words sank deep into her conscious, and god help her, she could understand his logic. He wasn’t being a bastard, really, he was just being methodical.

“I’m not going to force you to be with me, Molly… but I think it’s the best possible outcome for you”

“And you?” Molly queried.

Henry smiled: it sounded like she was getting it now. “And me”

Molly sighed, knowing that she was defeated. She placed her glass of brandy on the nightstand and reached behind her back, finding the zipper on her dress.

“What are you doing?” Henry demanded.

“Getting on with it…”

“No” he denied, resting his drink beside hers and pulling her hands away from her zipper. “Not like that”

“How, then?” Molly inquired, looking at him. She raised her left eyebrow and teased, “You want me to give you a little dance and strip?”

Henry shook his head. “No, I… it should be like… like a wedding night…”

“You can’t be serious…”

He fixed his gaze upon her and spoke. “This is the closest thing that either of us will have to an actual wedding: the world has changed, Molly”

Molly gazed down at her lap. “You think I don’t know that? Look, Major… I just figure that this is like a business partnership…”

Henry scooted a bit closer to her on the bed: reaching out, he cupped her face in his hands, his long fingers tenderly brushing over her skin.

She paused in speaking, the intensity of the moment hitting her. Henry was so close to her, his touch so incredibly gentle that it had her speechless. Apparently this man had been quite lonely here, and not just in a physical sense… he wanted her to feel emotionally connected to him: it was apparent in his caress. “Major…” she whimpered.

He shook his head and corrected her. “My name is Henry, Molly… Henry…”

Molly closed her eyes as Henry pressed his lips to hers, his kiss soft and sweet. God, but if he was trying to seduce her, he was doing a good job: Molly could feel herself melting against him. His tongue gently plied her mouth, getting her to open for him. Molly mewed and wrapped her arms around his neck…

“That’s a girl” he whispered, placing his right hand on her hip as he placed kisses on her throat. “You’re so sweet, Molly…”

“Henry…”

“Yes, darling, yes…”

His use of an endearment wasn’t lost on her. Molly hadn’t expected him to be so gentle: she didn’t imagine that the other three girls was receiving such tender care from their men. The more that he kissed and caressed her, the more that she wanted him… after all, Henry was a handsome man, and he was being so sweet to her… Reaching between them, she found the silver buttons on his military jacket and began to undo them one after another…

“Mmm… You should let me” Henry groaned.

“Why should you have all of the fun?” Molly inquired, impishly raising her left eyebrow.

Henry chuckled: she was a playful thing, and he liked it. “Very well” he answered, trying to sound serious.

Molly made her way down the front of his jacket, undoing each button that she touched. “So formal… You didn’t need to get dressed up for us…”

“I did it for you, Molly” he replied, pressing a tender kiss to her forehead. “You have no idea how long we’ve been searching… Finding you is a reason to celebrate…”

Smiling, Molly pushed his jacket from his shoulders, the dark green material falling to the bedcover. “Well… we need to work on your cook if we’re to celebrate further…”

“I can’t argue that” Henry stated, watching as Molly undid his tie and started undoing the buttons on his dress shirt. “I hope that one of your friends knows how to cook…”

“I know how to cook” Molly defended, pulling the ends of his shirt from his trousers.

His dress shirt joined his jacket on the bed: Molly released an audible sigh of pleasure at the sight of his chest. He stopped her hands, though, when she tried to reach for his belt. “No, darling… Let’s do this right…”

Molly watched as Henry stood up from the bed: he went over to the desk that was near the bed and lit the candles that sat there with his military lighter, taken from his pants pocket. He made his way to the bedroom door and shut off the lights so that the room was bathed in candlelight.

Henry kicked his shoes and socks off and then returned to the bed, stopping a few feet away from her. He held his arms open and urged her to rise. “Molly… come to me, sweetheart…”

His eyes caught the gleam of the candles, making them shimmer as Molly obeyed him, getting to her feet.

Henry took her into his arms and kissed her, crushing her body to his own.

The intensity of his kiss forced a squeal of surprise out of her: she wrapped her arms around his neck and responded to his embrace. His right hand found the zipper on the back of her gown and lowered it until the satin and tulle slid from her frame and pooled at her feet, leaving her in her bra and panties.

Stepping back, Henry gazed at her body. “Oh, yes… you’re absolutely beautiful, Molly…”

She blushed at his praise and lowered her eyes to the floor.

Henry reached out and stroked her jaw with his right index finger. “So shy…”

Molly was afraid to look at him as Henry undid her bra: she heard him groan lowly before he slowly traced his fingers down her body and hooked them in her panties… She yelped as Henry tore her panties in two.

“Sorry” he breathed, managing a small smile for her. “I’m just a bit… over-eager…”

“It’s okay” Molly responded. “There’re plenty of clothes here for me to wear”

Henry’s blood was boiling as he regarded her: he had never been this painfully aroused before in his life. His body was screaming at him to take her… but Henry wanted their first time together to be as beautiful as she was. After all, it was his plan to ingratiate the women to the men here, because if he didn’t, then it would all be for naught.

Molly could see, from the expressions on his face, that Henry was thinking things over… Coyly, she reached out for his belt, hoping to distract him from his thoughts.

Henry snapped back to attention when her little fingertips touched him. Leaning forward a bit, he swept her naked form up into his arms and carried her over to his bed, depositing her on the mattress. Molly couldn’t help but to giggle as Henry tilted himself backward and removed her high-heeled shoes one at a time, ending with her left leg: he placed a tender kiss to the inside of her ankle and then trailed his lips upward…

Henry stopped at her sex and released a heartfelt moan: she kept herself neat and trim there. He brushed his cheek over her bare mound and sighed… After all this time, he had a woman, this sweet woman… “Mmm, Molly… You smell so good…”

If he had been able to see her face, he would have seen that she was blushing once more.

Gently spreading her legs with his hands, Henry leaned forward and blew cold air over her sex: he quickly followed it with a warm, wet swipe of his tongue over her sensitive flesh. Molly was wet for him, quite wet, actually, and the knowledge that his kisses had excited her sent a bolt of desire through his very core. He set himself to feeding upon her, licking and sucking…

Molly was crying out at his attentions: but after a few moments, she dug her fingers into his hair and pulled him up and away.

“Molly…?” Henry huffed, unsure of what was happening.

“Want to come on you” she answered. “Want you inside of me the first time…”

Smiling, Henry made his way up to her breasts, licking her left nipple and then speaking. “You didn’t like what I was doing?” he queried.

“God, no, Henry, that was incredible… I just… can I tell you something?”

He found her question almost laughable: they were committing the most intimate act between two people, so how could anything that she said now offend him? “Of course, love…”

Molly bit her lip nervously and then spat it out. “I want to come on your cock…”

Henry’s head snapped up at her boldness: it turned him on even further, if that was possible. “Say that again” he implored, hovering over her with his lips centimeters from hers.

Molly’s stomach was fluttering with nervousness, but she forced herself to be bold and say it once more. “I want to come on your cock…I want to come on you…”

She didn’t need to say anything else: with a predatory growl, Henry rolled to her side, undoing his belt and fly. He needed to be inside of her, and right this minute. When Molly shifted in an attempt to grasp his manhood and pleasure him as he had pleasured her, Henry stopped her. “No” he denied, “No, I need to be inside of you…”

Molly relented and waited for him to get out of his trousers: it took him only a fraction of a second, and then he was on her once more, spreading her legs with his own. “Henry…”

Henry could barely hold back long enough to speak. “Darling… I want to seal our union and give you what you want…”

“Henry?” she inquired, unsure of what he meant.

He gave her a devilish and lustful grin, his voice husky as he answered her. “I’m going to make you come on my cock, love… nice and hard…”

His words left her stunned: and then tenderly, achingly slow, Henry pressed the head of his arousal to her entrance and inside of her… Molly moaned and met the arduous kiss that he gave her as he began to thrust in and out of her in smooth, languid strokes.

It was pure torture to keep his movements gentle… Henry held on for as long as he could and then he began to move in faster, deeper strokes. Molly cried out beneath him and dug her fingernails into his back: the pleasure was intense, far more intense than she had thought it could be.

Henry couldn’t control himself: she felt so good. Her little body responded to him and she mewed into their kiss. Molly’s inner muscles fluttered around his manhood, letting him know that she was on the edge of orgasm… “Oh, yes, that’s a good little girl” Henry moaned, his voice husky with passion, “You’re going to come on me, aren’t you?”

Molly nodded sharply, drawing her nails down his back. “Oh, god… yes!”

“Scream for me, duckie” Henry requested, leaning down and running his tongue over her throat from her collar up to her ear. “Scream so that they can all hear you…”

Molly couldn’t have done anything else even if she had tried. Henry was slamming his body into hers, driving her bliss ever higher: combined with his words, it was her undoing. Molly tilted her head back and cried his name as her orgasm washed over her in hot, powerful waves.

Henry joined her with a deep roar, the sound changing to grunts as he spilled himself into her. The sensation was so intense that he found himself wincing at it. Oh god, so good, so good to come inside of her after so much time without release…

Molly lay beneath him in the afterglow, trying to catch her breath, his body pressed to hers. Henry was a bit sweaty against her, but it was a pleasant sensation. She could barely think straight… she heard something in the distance; something that wasn’t nearby but was still in the house… was that applause? Hooping and hollering?
“What…?” she asked, unsure of whether or not she was really hearing anything at all.

Henry wearily raised his head and pressed a tender kiss to her right cheek. “It’s my men” he supplied.

“Sorry?” Molly queried, making lazy circles on his back with her palms.

“My men…” Henry replied between gulps of air, “They’re happy that we… consummated…”

Molly heard more raucousness from within the house: but this time she could discern words of praise.

“Nice one, Major!”

“Took her good and hard, our Major did!”

Molly was sleepy, but her eyes still shot open when she heard what the men said. “Oh… my… god…” she whispered. “They heard us?”

Slowly, maintaining their connection as he moved, Henry rolled them onto their sides. He rested his chin on the top of her head and smiled. “They’re army boys, sweetheart, what do you expect?”

Molly had to admit that he had her there… army types tended to be rambunctious as hell until they became officers. “Were you like that?” she inquired, stroking her left hand over his chest: there was a sinewy strength to Henry’s torso.

“In some ways…” Henry paused and tenderly cupped her face, bringing her mouth to his for a kiss. “Molly…” he breathed, fixing his eyes upon hers, “I want you to know… that was wonderful…”

She smiled up at him, enjoying the look of satiation on his visage. “Wasn’t anything over the top, Henry… you didn’t even let me use my specialty…”

“And what, pray tell, is your ‘specialty’?”

Molly playfully tapped the tip of his nose. “You’ll see, Henry…”

He couldn’t help but to answer her grin with one of his own. “I do believe I’m going to like finding out what it is…”

“I do, too” she replied, giggling.

Henry’s smile faded for the moment. “Promise that you’ll stay here with me tonight”

“I’m not going anywhere, Hen” Molly answered, brushing her fingertips over his jaw. “I’m yours now”

So happy was he to hear her words, that Henry covered her mouth with his own once more, kissing her until they both fell asleep.

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TBC