Mad World Descent Ch 02

Chapter 2- Excursion

Journal Entry, May 7, 2030-

After the first twenty-four hours, I was relieved to see that Hanford hadn't been nuked. I knew this must be the case because we were still alive. If Hanford had been nuked, the fallout would've been devastating for hundreds, if not thousands, of miles. However, I still hadn't heard from Eleanor or Theresa, which worried me. Of course, we weren't in an area covered by any cell service, and the bunker was practically a faraday cage. The only antenna was for the radio, and that was still static.

We were outside four days later when we witnessed the sky lighting up high in the atmosphere. It was an explosion. A nuke, I think. We ran back into the compound, but nothing happened after that. Every day, I turned on the radio, hoping to hear a voice, hoping to hear some sort of news, but there was nothing. Only static.

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Journal Entry, May 13, 2030-

A few days later, a week had passed since D-day, and still, Eleanor and the girls hadn't shown up. I consoled myself by saying that at least I knew the approximate location of where they were and who they were with, as long as they survived. The problem, as I saw it, was that there was no cell service where my compound was, and there was only one service in Kahlotus. Landlines weren't even out in my particular direction. We were truly isolated, and that was great! That was exactly what I wanted if my family had been here with me. However, they were not. So, now I would have to drive back to Highway 395 to find a cell tower and hope that it worked.

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Journal Entry, May 20, 2030-

It took me another week after the EMP to decide that we had to see if we could get any cell service. However, the day I was going to announce our excursion, I was awakened to the bunker shaking like a mad animal trying to dislodge a colony of fleas. It was as if an earthquake were happening.

Picking myself up off the floor, I ran for the garage. I found Esmeralda and Fernanda stumbling about and screaming as they ran naked from the bathroom. Nathan and Marisol were nowhere to be seen. Most likely, they were still in their room, sleeping. Well, maybe not sleeping.

Taking Esmeralda and Fernanda by their hands, and despite their nudity, I led them to the garage and outside, where I found smoke filled the air to the point where the sun was nothing more than a small, red, dim glow in the sky. I didn't hear Nathan and Marisol come stumbling up behind us as I was busy looking around and listening. I couldn't see them, but I heard hundreds of aircraft. Helicopters and airplanes of all sizes. There was no gunfire above us. That came later, several miles away downriver, but the sound carried so that we heard the battle as if it were right in front of us.

We felt hundreds, if not thousands, of bombs detonating as they impacted their targets. Turning around, I immediately guided Esmeralda and Fernanda back under the cover of our bunker while I left Nathan and Marisol clutching each other and looking out at the haze as they listened to the horror that was happening all around us.

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Journal Entry, June 6, 2030-

Two more weeks passed during which the bunker was shaken repeatedly by explosions in the surrounding areas. The only thing I could think of that was nearby and worth any strategic value was the dam. However, why were they still fighting over it after having bombed it? I had no idea. And, whatever the reason was, I never found out.

The bunker, however, I am proud to say, held together perfectly, other than a few cracked seams in the sheetrock here and there, and a small plumbing repair in the bathrooms after the initial bombing started. At night, just after sundown, I inspected the small retractable windmill generators, the carefully hidden solar panels, and the batteries. During the day, my time was filled with taking stock of the foodstuffs and checking the water pump, reservoirs, and plumbing. Everyone else, Nathan, Esmeralda, Fernanda, and Marisol, fell into the rhythm of everyday life.

Nathan followed me around the bunker as I educated him on what everything was, what it did, and how to fix it. Esmeralda governed her girls. She took turns teaching them her cooking techniques and maintaining the cleanliness of the domicile. With there being just five of us, there wasn't much to do. Still, I never heard one complaint from them about the work. It was a great and mighty difference from the complaining I heard from Eleanor and my children about their chores.

As the weeks passed by, I knew Eleanor knew where the bunker was. If she had returned to Kennewick somehow, I knew that she knew how to come here. However, it didn't stop me from thinking about leaving to find her every day. I thought about it, but when I went outside, I could still hear the thump and rumble of artillery shelling and understood it was still too dangerous to leave.

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Journal Entry, July 1, 2030-

After two months, I reluctantly admitted that I may never see Eleanor or my daughters ever again. That night, I cried at the dinner table while Fernanda and Esmeralda stood beside me and comforted me. Simultaneously, during that time, a few weeks after taking refuge in the bunker, Nathan and Marisol's relationship progressed to the point where they were a couple, sleeping together and having sex despite the circumstances. So, no one was surprised when Marisol announced that she was pregnant. A couple of weeks after the announcement, Nathan came to me while I was making my rounds.

"Dad," He mumbled.

"What son?" I asked.

"Marisol tells me that I must ask you for her hand in marriage," He said with more than a little confusion in his voice.

"Really?" I replied.

"Yeah, some nonsense about her, her sister, and her mother all being your property since you killed her dad," Nathan said scornfully, clearly not believing any of it, "Anyway, Marisol wants some form of ceremony. I think. Or, at least, some sort of formal transition from being your property to being mine."

"Okay," I said, "I will work something out."

"Thanks, Dad," He replied with a relieved smile.

I spent that night finding the best paper I could and my calligraphy pens. I wasn't sure that they were here at the bunker. There was a definite possibility they were still at the house in Kennewick if it still stood. However, it turned out that I had a set in one of my toolboxes, so I set about designing and fabricating three Titles of Ownership and a personal sigil.

Over the next several days, in the evening after all my work was finished, I made Titles and Certificates of Ownership for Esmeralda, Fernanda, and Marisol. They were not letting this whole ownership and property thing go, so maybe it was time to formalize what they believed. My final and crowning achievement was a Marriage Certificate for Nathan and Marisol. Finally, after two more weeks had passed, I had Esmeralda, Fernanda, Marisol, and Nathan dressed in the finest clothes we had.

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Journal Entry, August 5, 2030-

It was a beautiful day outside. For once, I didn't hear any planes, artillery shelling, or guns echoing up the Snake River as I performed the ceremony just outside the garage.

"Esmeralda, Fernanda, and Marisol," I said once they were all lined up with Nathan standing beside Marisol, "You told me the first day we met that since I killed your husband, you and your daughters are my property and that you hoped I would take responsibility. Well, it has taken some time, but I concede to your wishes. I will take responsibility. If you are going to be my property, then it is time you had proof of your standing in my home."

With that, I opened a box that used to be Eleanor's for keepsakes. I still had them in my room. I pulled out three rolled certificates and handed the first one, tied with a pink ribbon, to Esmeralda. The second one was tied with a green ribbon, and I handed that one to Fernanda. The last one was tied with a red ribbon, and I handed that one to Marisol.

The women untied the ribbons and read their Certificates of Ownership while I explained what they were reading, "It took me some time to research slavery, and finally I had to go to the bible for a version of it I could accept. It is the only version of slavery where the slaves have some rights. Such as they are, you will find that I have documented those rights on your certificates. I have detailed your responsibilities and my expectations. And, I have documented what my obligations are to you. I have signed each certificate. I also have the Titles of Ownership, which I will secure in my safe, after you agree to the terms and sign the documents."

Strangely, Esmeralda, Fernanda, and Marisol all wore big smiles. One by one, they approached the table I set up and used one of my calligraphy pens to sign over ownership of their persons. Once that was complete, I presented the new Marriage Certificate to Nathan.

"Nathan," I said with a broad smile, "Two weeks ago, you came and asked me for Marisol's hand in marriage. I'm not a priest, so I can not marry you as I was to your mother. What I can do is present you with this Marriage Certificate, marrying you, Jonathan Sutton II, to Marisol Martinez-Gutierrez."

I handed the Marriage Certificate over to Nathan, and he accepted it graciously. He turned to his bride, and they kissed soundly. We all watched for several seconds before I cleared my throat to let Nathan know that the ceremony was not over yet. Flushed and smiling, the two lovers turned back to me expectantly.

I gave them a warm grin, and then completed the ceremony, "Before I have you take your vows, I want to explain some things that I feel that you, particularly, Nathan, may not understand since neither you nor I grew up with slavery as a common thing in our lives. I had to do a lot of research."

Nathan gave me a nod, and I continued, "Esmeralda, Fernanda, and Marisol have willingly given themselves into my hands to be their owner. I am not their husband but their owner. As such, it is my right to give my possessions to whomever I wish. Therefore, I am giving Marisol to you as a wife only. You do not own her. I do. Should you abuse her, I will take her from you. Should you abandon her, I will take her back. Should you die, she will always have a place in my house, both she and your children. Should you wish to leave, you must ask me, and depending on her wishes, I will let her go with you, or not. Do you understand?"

"She is mine, but she is not," He replied in somewhat bitter confusion.

I nodded, then said, "This is according to the marriage customs I could find regarding a master of a slave girl given to a male in his household."

Nathan looked grave, but then, he should. This was serious. He nodded his head after a time and said, "Yes, Dad. Thank you."

I had him and Marisol take their vows as Esmeralda and Fernanda watched and witnessed. When it was finished, Nathan pulled Marisol in for another passionate kiss before we all went back inside and celebrated. Esmeralda had made all of Nathan and Marisol's favorite dishes. For me, she made margaritas. Very, very strong margaritas.

That night, after Nathan and Marisol retire to their room for their honeymoon, Esmeralda and Fernanda help me to bed. I was drunk, and I knew it very well. However, I couldn't settle down. I was incredibly horny. Eleanor and I had never been separated for so long in our entire twenty-four years of marriage, and now I was celibate for more than two months. Just acknowledging the fact that we have twelve children was proof that we had ravenous sex drives. We had sex every day. Multiple times a day with multiple orgasms per session, and so, I had an itch. A tingling under my skin. Nervousness that I just could not overcome left me tossing and turning in bed. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Eleanor. I smelled her. I felt her. Then, I heard the door creak open and then close. There was a long silence, then soft footfalls of small feet before Esmeralda climbed into bed with me.

She was wearing perfume. Not Eleanor's perfume, thank god, but her own. It was the aroma I always smelled when she was around. Soft lavender and tulips. She was naked. Her body was soft and warm as she climbed under the covers with me. Her very large breasts were full and soft, and natural. I could feel her raised nipples drag across my chest. My dick was already erect. I couldn't help it. I was so horny. First, her knee hit my dick, and then her hand flashed down and took a hold of it. It was so wonderful to be held by a woman again, a relief to be grabbed and groped.

Esmeralda must have thought I was asleep because she never spoke. She kissed my chest, she slowly pumped my dick, and then she slowly mounted me. She was straddling my hips, she had one hand on my chest and then I felt rather than saw her pussylips slide down over my dick. They were very wet and cool and wonderful. My tip slipped inside her vagina and she was so hot!

Esmeralda lowered her body slowly down my dick, but I couldn't stand to wait a moment longer. Moving suddenly, causing Esmeralda to gasp in alarm, I grabbed her hips and slammed her down my dick. As she slid down, I thrust up!

Esmeralda gasped and moaned, and I could tell from her sounds that they were from purest delight. In a fury, she started rocking her hips in a galloping pace. Simultaneously, she fell upon my body, crushing her fat F-cup breasts against my chest as her lovely mouth pressed against mine in a kiss that was nothing less than raging passion. She bit my bottom lip before forcing her tongue into my mouth. She suckled my tongue and lips. These were all things I liked to do to Eleanor, and it was a veritable battle to dominate the little woman so that I could suck on her lips. Forcing my tongue into her mouth, I grabbed her hair and a breast before removing my tongue and suckling her lips!

With a growl, I rolled us over so that she was beneath me. She panted a desirous giggle in aroused delight. She spread her legs wide and lifted her pubic mound to meet my every thrust. I pounded her pussy hard and fast for several seconds before she wrapped her legs around my hips so that as I withdrew I pulled her along with me before slamming back inside her. Her voluptuous ass and my balls slapped together in resounding claps that echoed and filled the room. As seconds turned into minutes, Esmeralda started moaning in exultant pleasure. Pleasure, she was neither embarrassed by nor tried to mute as her moaning escalated to wailing as she climaxed!

Her whole body tightened around me. Her arms, legs, and vagina. I couldn't withstand it. I had been celibate too long. My balls tingled, roiled, boiled, and churned excruciatingly. My body was a live wire tingling with electricity so badly that my mind was a frenzy of pure carnal desire. I had to cum. I had to. I HAD TO!

It was as if somebody suddenly turned over a boiling pot. Heat surged up my groin and filled my belly. My legs shook as ice shot through the heat like lightning, and then I was slamming my dick as deep inside Esmeralda as I could. I felt like I hit her cervix and pushed right into her womb as I exploded!

In every metaphorical way I could explode, I did. Emotionally. Spiritually. Physically. My mind and body reeled in euphoric exaltation and ultimate sexual gratification, and then the surge of energy, strength, and vitality was gone. As fast as it came, it left me, and I collapsed on top of Esmeralda. For the next several minutes, we panted from our exertions. At length, after a good amount of time, we started kissing again.

"I love you!" Esmeralda whispered over and over again, "I love you. I love you. I love you!"

Slowly, as we recovered, I started fucking my dick inside her again. I came twice more. Esmeralda climaxed with me, and everytime time I filled her womb with seed as she accepted it gratefully, even begging me to cum inside her more. After our third time, a couple of hours had passed, and we were cuddling together in our mutual satisfaction when the door creaked open and then closed.

It was pitch black in my room, so we couldn't see who the intruder was, despite that we knew who it had to be. Fernanda. She couldn't see that her mother was already with me, nor that we were awake. Her soft footfalls gave away her location as she made her way down the connex that made up my room. She reached to pull it coverlet down and found it gone. Unphased by the discovery, she climbed onto the bed. Like her mother, she too was naked. A reality I could feel quite clearly as she cuddled her body against mine. I could feel her soft, hairless pubic mound pressing against my thigh as she threw her uppermost leg over mine nearest her. I could feel her soft belly undulating nervously rhythmically with her breathing. And I could feel her small, soft breasts pressing against the side of my chest. Fernanda was wearing perfume as well. The same perfume as her mother. Maybe that was why she could not smell that her mother was already here in bed with me.

Raising my hand above me, I found the very low-watt lamp attached to the headboard of my bed and flipped the switch. My room was filled with just enough light so under different circumstances, Eleanor or I could have read a book by its illumination for a short time before bed, or seen each other as we made love. Tonight, however, it illuminated Esmeralda and Fernanda's very naked bodies.

Fernanda's onyx eyes opened wide in surprise, and her mouth fell open when she saw her naked mother by my side. Her surprise only lasted but a minute though before she grinned predatorily as her eye alighted on my long, rigid, and very eager dick.

"Is this for me?" She asked, her voice and Spanish accent thick with arousal.

"It's for me," Esmeralda proclaimed triumphantly, but then immediately gave her daughter a knowing smile and conceded in a purr, "But, seeing as I always intended to share Jon with you, and since he has already bred me many times already, I will let him breed you next."

Turning to me, she added, "Jon, this is her first time with a man. She is a virgin. Please, be gentle with her."

"Mama!" Fernanda hissed!

Esmeralda only smiled as she said, "Well, you are. And trust me, you will not regret Jon showing you a little consideration later."

To me, I just couldn't believe my intoxicated senses. I had seen Esmeralda and Fernanda many, many times completely naked while bathing. They always seemed to time their cleansings with my own. They were intoxicating to look upon, and now, I had them lying in my bed, and reclining upon me. Esmeralda had just spent an hour, possibly more, taking me into her body and loving me like I hadn't been since Eleanor, and now here was Fernanda. Both looked like raven-haired angels of seduction. Their onyx eyes gleamed. Their smiles were predatory. Their bodies were heavenly. Firm. Fine. Fleshy.

Esmeralda's almost black hair fanned out behind her like a discarded cloak, while Fernanda's long, almost black hair fell about her like a veil after having moved to straddle my hips. I had one arm behind Esmeralda with my fingers caressing her back and the upper rises of her ass cheeks while her mighty F-cup breasts pressed firmly against my chest. She leaned in and we kissed just as she placed a hand upon her daughter's thigh and ran it up to Fernanda's hip.

When Esmeralda pulled back from our kiss, she whispered huskily, "Rise, Fernanda, and grab our Master's manhood."

Fernanda did as she was bid but before she could guide her pussy to my dick Esmeralda suddenly moved her hand across Fernanda's soft flat belly, passed by her completely hairless pubic mound, and slid her middle finger between her daughter's labia and up inside her vagina. Fernanda gasped as her mother's finger suddenly pierced her hymen! But before either of us had time to react before Esmeralda slowly withdrew her finger from her daughter's sex and placed her middle finger upon her lips, glossing them with Fernanda's lubrication and virginal blood. After herself, she glossed Fernanda's lips, after which she pressed her middle finger into my mouth as she whispered, "Taste, my love, Fernanda's virginity. Tonight we three are one. I am forever your property, Jon Sutton, and so is my daughter."