3. On the Road Again
They left Gorton two days later. With the breakdown in society, the country had split into little city states. Bands of illegals roamed the highways, robbing and looting unwary travellers. The city states hired people to police their roads, but they were often only a small step up or sometimes down, from the criminals. Come to think of it maybe they had always been that way. Ron drove for a day before they were stopped by their first police patrol. The women had started to display symptoms of their addiction to Heaven. Their cravings came and went but at their peak they lost all sense of personality and became mindless willing zombies. As the day wore on these episodes decreased but still were difficult for Ron to deal with while he drove.
The police vehicle stopped them at dusk. Two large uniformed men walked to the car and asked them all to step out of it.
"Where you going'" The large black man said.
"We're on our way to Bingsville" Ron answered.
"Bingsville? And what's in Bingsville for people like you." He responded provocatively as his eyes ran up and down the scantily clad women.
"We heard it was a safe town to live."
"Yeah and we like to keep it that way. Been some problems with smugglers so we have to search you all for contraband. We'll take the redhead first. Now don't do nothin' stupid and we'll be back in a jiffy."
The men led Miranda away into a thicket. When they returned fifteen minutes later they led Julie away. When they disappeared, Miranda put her arms round Ron's neck and whispered.
"Fuck me Ron. Make me forget what I've become."
She raised her skirt. Her vulva was slippery with semen as Ron slipped into her.
When the men returned they smiled at Ron.
"Everything seems in order, you can proceed." The smaller man said with a wink at Julie.
They got back into the car and drove on. Not speaking for some time. They stopped near a small stream that ran along the road.
"Time to get out ladies."
"Why are we stopping." Said Julie nervously.
"I need to check you."
Ron pulled a small wand out of the glove compartment.
"What is that?"
"Bug detector. I got it in Gorton. The guy who sold me the car told me they sometimes tag people so they can find them later. Or so someone can find them later. First you Julie."
He ran the wand down her back slowly, then down each arm. As he ran it down her front the wand began to beep as he reached her waist.
"Lift your dress Julie so I can test it." The wand remained silent. "Hold your dress up."
He ran the wand across her stomach until he reached the top of her pubic hair and then the beep started again. Ron parted the hair and observed the small red swelling. He felt it with his finger and could feel an embedded lump. He placed the end of the wand against her swelling and pressed a button. Julie flinched as the device drew a 0.2 centimeter sphere from her body.
"Hold this Julie while I check Miranda. On Miranda he found they had embedded the sphere in her ass. He took both spheres and taped them to a piece of driftwood and placed the wood into the stream. This way if they tracked the spheres they would still appear to be moving. However, Ron decided whatever they did they would certainly not be staying in Bingsville.
They drove past Bingsville and stopped in the next town Tailspin. Ron located a hotel near the town boundary but off the main road on a quiet street. They checked in and found their room located on the second floor. The room was typical of small hotels, the room smelled a little raunchy, as though it was used less for sleeping and more for dalliances. But, at least it had a bath and shower. Miranda and Julia stayed in the bath for almost an hour. Ron decided that the women should stay inside while he went out and found some food.
When he returned some time later, Julie and Miranda were asleep, laying head to tail on the bed, faces buried in each other's pussies. They didn't stir until Ron started to cook on the small stove in the room.
After they had eaten the two naked women took Ron to bed and wouldn't let him up until he had fucked them both. As they lay together in post-coital lethargy Miranda said.
"Tell us about the before times Ron. Tell us one of those stories your grandfather told you. About how it used to be. Tell us the story of Serena your great-grandma. I always liked that story."
Both women snuggled close to him as he started., their newly sprouting pubic hair scratching against his hips.
"My great-grandfather lived almost ninety years ago. Before the diseases, before the wars, when the world was more orderly. Cities weren't ruled by lords but by people who were chosen to look after city affairs. There was law and order. People could not be sold or bought. However, the world had problems. People communicated by something called the net but people were not happy. They were unsatisfied with their lives and even what they looked like. Women had bags of water inserted into their breasts to make them bigger so that men would like them. Men tried to get longer cocks because they thought women would like them more. Nobody was satisfied with how they looked, how they performed in bed. People thought everybody else was having more or better sex than they were. The drug companies tried to find ways to convince people they were missing out so they invented drugs to make people more turned on and sexy.
Although many people, even in the more enlightened countries, thought sex was something that needed to be regulated they were fascinated by it. At first they made drugs from natural products designed to make men bigger and women bigger, drugs to make people last longer and be more seductive. But these drugs weren't very successful. Great-Grandad, we called him Gramps was married to Serena. In those days people were very possessive of their wives or husbands but many of them wanted to experience other people too. This story is what Gramps told me happened to Serena. She was really beautiful and men were always trying to get her to be unfaithful to him, but she loved Gramps and rejected all their inducements. She got a job working in factory as a shipping manager. I think that was a really good job because she must have lived near an ocean where the ships are. At first she seemed happy in her new job but after about a year, she began come home and have long showers and seemed confused a lot of the time. Gramps tried to find out what was up but she said she was just tired. He noticed however, when they made love that her pussy seemed loose, her labia more protruding. Also he noticed that her asshole often seemed sore and aggravated. She herself was also more indulgent and responsive to his lovemaking suggestions. He thought she was cheating on him, that's when a woman fucks someone else, so one afternoon when she had told him she had to stay late, he slipped into the factory just before closing and hid in a unlocked storage space near to Serena's office. At quitting time Serena's routine was to get her coat and then lock the front doors as she left the office.
When quitting time came, Serena left her office and locked the door. Gramps was surprised at the number of men still working. A group of about twenty of them were on the shop floor milling about aimlessly. But was even more surprised at what happened next. As Serena walked by them, a tall dark-haired man caught her arm and pulled her against a rack of shelves and ran his hands over her breasts and then across her belly to the junction of her thighs pushing her skirt up until it molded to her pubic mound.
"Please, I don't want to do this." She pleaded.
"Oh, Serena, it's far too late for pious innocence now." He said." After all, I've seen you naked, watched you masturbate, watched you suck cock and then fuck until your bum raises up eagerly and you moan passionately as you orgasm and a co-worker squirts his potent seed deep inside your womb. But tonight it's time for you be shared with the world."
He pulled her by the hand and led her up seven steps onto a steel warehouse platform situated 6 feet above the floor where she was totally visible to all the men watching. They stood together at the top and the man turned to Serena and said quietly.
"Have you done what I told you to do at lunch time."
She nodded.
"You better show me."
Serena reached under her sweater and unfastened a couple of buttons on her blouse and then pulled the neck of her sweater down a little. The man leaned over and hooked his finger over the neck of her sweater, pulled it out and looked inside. What no-one else was able to see was the pale curves of her breasts free of restraint from the pretty light blue brassiere she had arrived to work wearing that morning. Her nipples stiffened instinctively to exposure to his gaze and the breeze that blew in.
"And the knickers?"
She nodded again.
He turned to the crowd who were now watching avidly, many of them fingering their stiffening cocks through their pants.
"Gentlemen, many of you have been wondering about the project that your co-worker Serena and I have been working on in our lunch times and after work for the last months. Some of you have heard her soft cries when I fondled her and filled her with my love and less tender cries when I needed to discipline and prepare her, to influence and master her, to command and enslave her to my will. Today you and I are going to experience the rewards of my success."
