Dave's second quandary was his position, nearly on the middle of the pad, left him seriously exposed. Applying the aggressiveness taught by Carter, he knew Liv had him protected to the right, so he closed with the occupied building, moving to the far corner. A quick look showed him there were again two doors, like the other building. And two men emerging from the far door. Turning their backs to him as they followed a third man who was just rounding the opposite corner. That put him out of Dave's sight, but into Liv's.
David Belsus – 46, physics & astronomy professor at Eastfield college, a community college in the Dallas area. Prepper, survivalist, has a greenhouse in his backyard and lives in an outer ring suburb. Six foot, fit, short cropped hair.
Lupie Ramos – 32, former financial advisor, Dave's neighbor, got caught out of state when the lockdowns started. She spent two frantic weeks trying to get back to her daughter. Lupie has been in love with Dave for over a year. Long, dark brown hair, medium build, and a lovely smile.
Esme – 9, daughter of Lupie, prone to the occasional snarky comment. Adores Dave.
Becca; 18, Lupie's babysitter, was watching Esme when lockdowns occurred. Her refusal to abandon Esme, as her mother insisted, likely saved Becca's life, since her extended family ignored precautions and died of Duo. Esme, Lupie, and Dave are all Becca has left in the world. Short, medium build, small tits, with short blond hair and a smile that is shy with strangers and beams with family and friends.
Janice Wheeler; 33, Dave's first partner to arrive, a librarian at Cedar Valley, another community college member of DCCCD. Slender build and medium height, Janice is 3/4 Korean, her paternal grandfather is Anglo. Medium length black hair often pulled back in a bun for work or ponytail at home.
Shawna Cooper; 36, senior meteorologist at WFAA, Master's degree in meteorology from O U, worked at NSSL and spent time as a storm chaser. Whole hog sci-fi nut, beginning with Start Trek TNG. 5' 10", large tits, medium brown skin, dark brown eyes, shoulder length black hair styled like a frizzy weeping willow.
Olivia Tyler (Liv); 21, senior studying horticulture at Tarleton State University, near Dallas. Daughter of Carter and Janelle, Dave's best friends since college. Had a well-known crush on Dave throughout her teen years. Since her dad was former SF and a survivalist, Liv is skilled with several firearms as well as bladed weapons. Never failed to take a deer any season she's hunted. 5'10" long, dark brown hair, large tits, lightly tanned, brown eyes, and a wide smile.
Melanie Ustanich; 22, graduate student in IT at Tarleton, Liv's roommate, recently found a passion for cooking. Spent most of her life in foster homes, Liv's parents accepted her like family the first time she went with Liv on Thanksgiving Break. 5'8" medium length auburn hair, green eyes, small mouth with a ready, mischievous smile.
Jan visibly relaxed as she followed Dave out. Olivia was checking in with Shawna and Mel. Dave waited until it looked like Liv had reached a stopping point in her conversation, then signaled for her to come back up.
"Dave, how long until the cops get here?" Shawna asked.
"Patrol isn't coming. Said since we aren't in immediate danger, they'll focus on 'higher priority calls and get to us when they can'. Which means they aren't coming. A detective will come out to investigate, but that will take time."
"How much?"
"Dunno. I have a plan though. I'll talk it over with the others and hash out the details. I'll come back out and fill you two in shortly."
Monday afternoon, Reena took lunch duties. Lunch was often individual or in small groups, but she really wanted a crack at cooking for everyone. She said it could be 'come and go' to still facilitate varied schedules around the house. Her idea was ramen. But, it wasn't just basic out of the package. Well, it was, but with a variety of add-ons. You could pick your flavor of ramen, then she'd prepared chopped carrots, nori, sesame oil, diced onion, spam, eggs (fried up for each bowl individually) and Korean red pepper powder that Jan had gotten added to the spice rack. Oh, Reena still cooked it up, but each bowl was individual, and made on request.
The ladies all mingled quietly as they awaited the appearance of the teens. Lupie of course, made extras of the appetizers, plus a few extra finger foods, so the rest of the family wasn't held up for a meal, but Lupie and Mel didn't have to make 'prom dinner' for everyone.
At last, they heard footsteps descending the stairs. When the sounds reached the point the stairs peeked beyond the partial wall in the back of the living room, the first thing they spotted was shimmering metallic medium blue cloth that nearly reached the step the foot rested on. Becca's nerd-pale feet and ankles clad in low-heeled strappy sandals was enough to identify her, if they hadn't already known the order the girls were arriving.
All of Dave's partners were at the park, setting up the folding table and portable gazebo. None of his partners were wilting flowers, so he couldn't exactly muscle his way in to doing the set up. But, they had taken off with the intent that three would return to clean the dishes while the rest hung out in the park for Shawna to get off in barely an hour. Roscoe and Esme, of course, were among those getting to run around in the grass and fresh air.
So, Dave was at the sink, scrubbing dishes with some of his favorite songs playing out of his Echo Show in the kitchen. The volume was cranked, and so was Dave's voice as he sang along, rather skillfully, but a bit out of practice. Currently, he was belting through a Kenny Loggins song. One that got him energized and moving.
Dave and Liv spent the morning getting lumber and gate hardware. Other changes would take much longer to plan, and would need professionals to implement, but today they were putting in a gate between the backyards to facilitate caring for the chickens. And give more play space for Esme and Roscoe. He'd made no move to threaten the chickens.
It took over an hour to tear out the boards from the section that would be a gate by the end of the day. Dave worked from Lupie's yard, while Liv worked from Dave's. Both were being careful to preserve the boards that were still in good condition. Those could be reused. If not today, then for another project.
David Belsus – 46, physics & astronomy professor at Eastfield college, a community college in the Dallas area. Prepper, survivalist, has a greenhouse in his backyard and lives in an outer ring suburb. Six foot, fit, short cropped hair.
Lupie Ramos – 32, former financial advisor, Dave's neighbor, got caught out of state when the lockdowns started. She spent two frantic weeks trying to get back to her daughter. Lupie has been in love with Dave for over a year. Long, dark brown hair, medium build, and a lovely smile.
Esme – 9, daughter of Lupie, prone to the occasional snarky comment. Adores Dave.
Becca; 18, Lupie's babysitter, was watching Esme when lockdowns occurred. Her refusal to abandon Esme, as her mother insisted, likely saved Becca's life, since her extended family ignored precautions and died of Duo. Esme, Lupie, and Dave are all Becca has left in the world. Short, medium build, small tits, with short blond hair and a smile that is shy with strangers and beams with family and friends.
Janice Wheeler; 33, Dave's first partner to arrive, a librarian at Cedar Valley, another community college member of DCCCD. Slender build and medium height, Janice is 3/4 Korean, her paternal grandfather is Anglo. Medium length black hair often pulled back in a bun for work or ponytail at home.
Shawna Cooper; 36, senior meteorologist at WFAA, Master's degree in meteorology from O U, worked at NSSL and spent time as a storm chaser. Whole hog sci-fi nut, beginning with Start Trek TNG. 5' 10", large tits, medium brown skin, dark brown eyes, shoulder length black hair styled like a frizzy weeping willow.
Olivia Tyler (Liv); 21, senior studying horticulture at Tarleton State University, near Dallas. Daughter of Carter and Janelle, Dave's best friends since college. Had a well-known crush on Dave throughout her teen years. Since her dad was former SF and a survivalist, Liv is skilled with several firearms as well as bladed weapons. Never failed to take a deer any season she's hunted. 5'10" long, dark brown hair, large tits, lightly tanned, brown eyes, and a wide smile.
Melanie Ustanich; 22, graduate student in IT at Tarleton, Liv's roommate, recently found a passion for cooking. Spent most of her life in foster homes, Liv's parents accepted her like family the first time she went with Liv on Thanksgiving Break. 5'8" medium length auburn hair, green eyes, small mouth with a ready, mischievous smile.
Becca took a small sip of her drink. Her eyes flared lightly, but she didn't cough or choke. "Dave, tell me a story from when you were younger. Something stupid you once did."
Dave's head fell back against the couch. "Oh boy. I didn't do any of the usual stupid stuff. Far too insular for that, no group of friends to drag me into wild, hilarious mistakes." Dave thought for a minute, trying to decide if he should tell this particular story. Or if he could. Hell, they were stuck living with him, they deserved to know.
Forward: This story occurs within the Quaranteam universe created by CorruptingPower. If you have not red the original, or any of the other spinoffs, they are highly recommended. That is not required to understand this story, they're just good, and a lot of fun.
This fictional drama coincides with the timing of the 2nd wave outbreak of the Covid 19 pandemic. The modified cold virus escaped from a Chinese laboratory and directly killed more than 7 million people, but is suspected of indirectly causing the early deaths of over 20 million, in about 24 months.
The DuoHalo virus that this series of novels pertains to, is far more deadly, and can only be combatted with a gene therapy injection, but it wears off in just days, unless followed up by human hormones, and only through a continual booster through both male and female genital fluids. Only the female body is capable of enduring the inoculation gene therapy dose, but she still needs the catalyst of male genital fluids, which then activates both physical and psychological mutations. Her libido goes into hyper drive. The corresponding male partner also absorbs the hormone-based anti-viral, by absorbing the woman’s rich antiviral genital fluids.
The world order undergoes a fundamental rest, and the fight for survival of the species becomes dependent on heterosexual mating ‘bareback’, with women devoting themselves to monogamy, while men retain a capacity to be the catalyst for however many females their stamina allows. The most notable psychological mystery is the absence of female jealousy and possessiveness. Cohabitation is an essential accommodation to make the treatment work. Chapter 1.
He had asked Erin what kind of food she wanted to try, and
she said something new, with lots of flavor. Walking into the orange glow of
the Thai restaurant and getting the scent of the food, Jack knew he had picked
the right place. Erin looked so excited, her eyes darting to every plate as
they got seated.
Jack opened his eyes. He was instantly wide awake. It didn't
take him long to realize that Jack was somewhere else, definitely not his
bedroom. He was in his living room; yeah, it had to be. The room had the same
shape, but there were no lights, electronics or anything modern. Ornate wood
and gold-framed paintings filled the walls. The room felt smaller, but Jack
noticed a massive fireplace that must have been removed before his parents
bought the house.
Jack's mouth painfully stretched open. He then released a
long gasp, and his eyelids pulled back; he was now forcibly awake. Turning to
his side, he found himself partially alone. Lucy was still there, deep in
sleep, but no Erin. He called her name, but there was nothing.
I was just about to confide to him about mine and Madison's
exploits, when both girls joined us at the same time, wearing their oversized
t-shirts as nighties.
"Good morning, ladies. Coffee?" I greeted.
"Oh, yes please," Becky replied.
She walked over to Ryan, put her hand on his back, and gave
him a quick peck on the lips.
As 6:30pm approached, I sat patiently on my bed, legs
crossed in the lotus style. Madison had arranged to FaceTime me, and I eagerly
awaited her call.
She had gone away on holiday for the week to visit family,
making each day feel like an eternity. I missed her so much -- it marked the
longest time we'd been apart since we started dating.
I watched, or rather willed, the time on my phone to
transition from 6:29 to 6:30. As the next minute arrived, the digits seamlessly
shifted from twenty-nine to thirty.
I continued for another hour and a half before finally
calling it a day. The garden was looking great, and Mrs. Taylor was extremely
grateful. I even got a "looks good" response from Mr. Taylor --
definite progress.
"Would it be okay if I used your shower to clean
up?" I asked Mrs. Taylor.
"Of course, dear. There should be fresh towels already
out."
"Lovely, thanks, Mrs. Taylor."
I was just about to go up the stairs when Madison and Becky
were coming down in the opposite direction.
The teacher sat there, just staring outward from his desk.
He wore a look that said he didn't want to be here anymore than we did.
The classroom itself was virtually empty. It was just me and
one other student.
It was a girl called Madison and she was sitting on the far
end of the table, opposite me.
I could see she was busy writing away on a piece of paper,
prompting me to glance down at the piece of paper in front of me. I appeared to
have written down 'I love Madison' at least a hundred times.
I awoke earlier than normal on Friday morning, eager to get
to Foxx Inc so as not to miss out on even a minute. I was sitting in the
entrance waiting area, attired in a suit and tie and sporting a nametag bearing
'Jayce', a good fifteen minutes before anyone else arrived. Shortly past 0 700
I got an email from Ms Olson. It was titled 'Friday.' Opening it I found
everyone but myself was bcc'd. It was a short note that simply read "FuF
rules are confirmed and in effect until C O B today.
As a
brief recap, a couple of months ago I separated from the Navy after six years
in submarines. Growing bored of lounging around my parents' house, I began a
job search, and to my surprise I found myself in an interview a short time
later. An interview, believe it or not, that ended with my having sex with my
hiring manager. That was actually normal given that my new job was to sexually
service the women of Foxx Inc.
As a brief recap, I had separated from the Navy a few weeks
ago after six years in submarines. Growing bored of lounging around my parents'
house, I began a job search, and to my surprise I found myself in an interview
a short time later. An interview, believe it or not, that ended with my having
sex with my hiring manager. My job, should I choose to accept it, was to
sexually service the women of Foxx Inc. Just based on the interview, it was
good work if you can get it.
"Come in," she called. I entered the medical exam
room to find her standing in a white uniform with white two inch heels, her
hair now down, and most strikingly, the top three buttons on her uniform
undone. I couldn't tell if she was wearing a bra, but the cleavage she was
sporting could almost put Christina Hendricks to shame. She held out a hand and
I passed her the clipboard. "Please sit here," she said, motioning to
a chair that was also equipped with an apparatus for me to sit my arm on while
a blood sample was taken. She reviewed my medical history, making notes and
asking me questions every now and then. Then she donned a pair of latex gloves
and prepped some sample vials. "Are you allergic to rubbing alcohol or latex?"
She asked.
As a brief recap, I had
separated from the Navy a few weeks ago after six years in submarines. Growing
bored of lounging around my parents' house, I began a job search, and to my
surprise I found myself in an interview a short time later. An interview,
believe it or not, that ended with my having sex with my hiring manager. My
job, should I choose to accept it, was to sexually service the women of Foxx
Inc. Just based on the interview, good work if you can get it. We pick up my
journal record where the Friday job interview was finishing..
Thomas Edison reportedly said that the harder he worked the
luckier he was. In my case I had worked pretty stinking hard as an enlisted
member of the nuclear submarine Navy for the previous six years, so if you side
with Edison I must have accumulated a decent amount of luck in my karma
account. No matter how events came together, I was very lucky to be in just the
right place at the right time. You probably won't believe it, and truth be
told, on some days I don't believe it either. But let's not get ahead of
ourselves. Let me start at the beginning.
I pushed the boat away and motored almost silently down
about half the length of the lake to a nice weed bed, and started to work a
small fly along the edges of the weeds.
The rain started less than two hours later, but I was ready
for it, mostly. I pulled on the rain suit I'd taken along to fend off the ice
cold drops. The cold began to seep through the light weight rain suit as the
temperature dropped precipitously, easily down over a dozen degrees in the
first twenty minutes. This storm had all the earmarks of one intending to stay
for a while.
"Well. Glad you're having such a good time fucking him.
I guess you don't really need me for anything then, do you?" Amy snapped
angrily as she pushed away from the table and got up. She walked out of the
cabin in nothing but her shoes, the screen door slamming loudly as she left.
"Oh. I better go talk to her," Kim said quietly as
she got up. "It'll be alright. I promise."
"Sure," I said as she headed toward the door her
friend had just left through. How could things have gone so wrong? I'll admit
that I'd had more than a few fantasies on the way to Chicago and back about
having sex with both of them, but suddenly the person I was most interested in
having a relationship with was the person that seemed most upset by the fact
that Kim and I were having sex.
"All I know is she wanted you to follow the directions
in the note. I have no idea what it is, but as long as it doesn't crash the
plane, I'd say it'd be best to do them. I mean you know how damn irritating she
can get when her suggestions aren't followed."
"So where are we headed?" the supermodel asked as
we walked across the grassy yard of the cabin towards the tree line.
"Someplace special," was all I answered, as I
aimed us for the small trail that looked like it led around the lake. The hike
wasn't long, only about a half an hour, but it was up hill all the way. We
finally broke free of the pines at the base of a barren rocky hillside. I held
a hand out for her. "Let me help you here. I don't want you to fall."
"Uh huh. Matches your attitude. I think if I were you
I'd warm it up a bit or you might be sleeping out in the jeep."
"You wouldn't!"
"The hell I wouldn't." I said with a scowl.
"Remember the rules. This is my fucking vacation. You're along because I said
you could, not to baby or pamper you or put up with your diva shit. If you
don't like it, the road works two ways.
I had to find something to do when I got out of the
military. Something that I loved, something that I wouldn't mind doing while I
collected my military pension at age 40. Yeah, I know, retired at such a young
age. But the military game is a young man's game and even with over seven
thousand flying hours, youth still trumps experience in the flying game. As you
get older your body just can't respond like it used to. As a result I just
couldn't keep taking those high G maneuvers.
Andy leaned over the dining room table, studying the
building plans Daniela had spread out. The paper was covered in neat
handwritten notes and carefully drawn lines. From somewhere upstairs came the
sound of drawers opening and closing as Sarah continued her self-assigned task
of sorting through the consulate's belongings.
They were halfway through clearing the third floor's
residential wing when the smell hit them, that too-familiar sweet-sour scent
they'd encountered far too many times in the past week. They found him in one
of the bedrooms, a middle-aged man in diplomatic attire, Juyeon John Chu,
collapsed across his bed as if he'd simply laid down for a moment's rest.
The morning sun caught the fresh paint scratches on the two
Ford F-350 Super Duty trucks as they pulled out of the Yosemite Valley
maintenance yard. Both were recent-model crew cabs in dark green, commandeered
from the park's heavy maintenance fleet, their diesel engines rumbling with
carefully checked fluid levels and fresh filters.
The park was busy with spring visitors when the first
reports came in. Tourists coughing in the visitor center, a family requesting
medical assistance at Upper Pines campground. Andy helped coordinate with the
park's small medical team, radioing updates to other rangers. Standard protocol
for illness in the park, nothing too concerning yet. That evening, things took
a turn, with the news reporting an alarming spread of similar outbreaks across
California, and the world. Possibly a new avian flu, they said.
There was a knock at the door and Valentina came in, pushing
a silver cart in front of herself.
"Thought it might be time for refreshments," she
chirped, her cheerful brown eyes not at all fazed by the scene in front of her.
She looked at Becky. "I figured you might find some electrolytes handy, so
I have green smoothies, strawberry-banana smoothies, coconut water, and OJ.
That should fit the bill, right?"
Becky was pinching her eyes as she listened to one of her
students try to explain how light was both a wave and a particle. He was
saying 'umm...' so often that she began to think she was listening to the Prime
Minister. Well, that wasn't fair, the PM was a Gen X'er, it was kind of their
thing and all of them did it, with a few notable exceptions.
"Thank you, Cory, please sit down before you hurt
yourself," she sighed, sitting up straight while the students all
snickered at Cory. He sat, blushing. Becky put her glasses back on. She didn't
need them, but she thought it helped with the image she meant to convey.
"People, I gave you this assignment over two weeks ago, and you need to be
able to articulate this on your final exam. Does anyone know how to
answer this question?"
If she'd been worried about feeling alone, she wasn't
noticing at the moment. There were so many fascinating things around here, all
requiring her examination. There was an entire world to explore, after all, and
it was apparently much bigger than the one she'd left behind. It was hard to
conceive of, really; a world larger than Rome, than the empire, but according
to her Mistress, Re-be-kah, she was not going to run out of things to be
stunned by.
So far, Mistress had been right. Nanu was kneeling on the
bed, minutely examining the fabric that made up the soft sheets they'd been
sleeping on. She tugged at the material, noticing how it was so tough that she
needn't worry about tearing it. She tugged and tugged, giggling with delight
when she couldn't wreck it. How clever the people of tomorrow were!
Becky brought several pairs back to the bed and laid them
out for Nanu to look at. "This is just a small sample of my collection,
but you'll get the idea and what's available."
Nanu peered at them before looking up at Becky. "Your
collection? Do you take them from other girls after you beat them up? Like a
prize or a trophy?"
Becky paused but then snickered. Count on Nanu to think in
terms of panties as gory battle trophies. "No, sweetie, I just meant
that I like panties and buying them in different styles and colors. That way,
when I fuck a boy, I know exactly what to wear for him to arouse him."
Some minutes passed before Becky pressed her forehead to
Nanu's, holding her by the cheeks. "I'm so sorry, Nanu; I thought I'd
lost you. I'm sorry; I'll teach you how to be careful. I promise."
"I'm sorry, Mistress, I didn't mean to be
thoughtless and frighten you," Nanu sniffled, her eyes bleary. As much
as the fright by the wheeled monster, she was disconcerted by how upset her
Mistress was. Rebe-kah was genuinely terrified that she'd nearly lost Nanu.
The quiet darkness was suddenly disrupted by a strange glow,
and a hum, along with blinking neon lights that seemed to spin around a
perimeter. The Holmes Field Device appeared, and Mark sighed heavily as he shut
it off. He slumped down onto a small stool in a nearby corner, thankful his
parents and his sister pretty much never came down here. Mom didn't like the
clutter, Roxy was afraid of the spiders, and his dad never wanted to be seen
leaving the basement in case his mom decided she needed something dug out. Out
of sight, out of mind.
He looked at the little multicolored weed pipe he was
holding in his hand, still contained in a small baggie. It didn't matter that
his fingerprints were on it, since he'd shown it to Roxy. Not like she was
gonna tell their parents, right?
Mark felt a cold chill, but also was strangely assured that
she didn't begin screaming. If anything, she sounded vaguely amused. He didn't
come out, but he pushed one of his hands through the linens and waved at her.
"Silly," she giggled, still
smirking. "You might as well come out, because all I have to do is
scream if I want help. I'm not afraid of anyone stupid enough to break into the
personal chambers of a devotee of the goddess."
Mark took a deep breath and walked out from beneath the
linens, stopping and looking down at her, blushing at getting caught. She
looked up him curiously, although she was still clearly amused, and made no attempt
to cover her nudity.
Mark
Simmons: 18 year old High School grad,
enamored with Miss Becky Fischer. He finds the time machine and builds a new
life. Uses various aliases in traveling.
Rebecca
'Becky' Fischer: Mark’s Physics teacher.
Very intelligent, in her later twenties, Shapely Tall Blonde, lusty bisexual, D
Cup tits. Martial arts expert, Uses various aliases in traveling.
Henri: Claims to be a French physician and Apothicary.
Chester
Edgerton: Time traveling mentor, living
in 17th Century French village.
Cardinal
Richelieu: ‘The Red Duke’. Statesman and
Roman Catholic Cardinal. Dispises Queen Anne.
Alexandra
D'Assaut ('Alexa', or 'Lexi': Lady in
waiting (and trusted advisor) to Queen Anne of France, Lusty bisexual, Very
Tall, Busty DD tits, long golden blonde hair, Blue eyed.
Lisette: servant (and lover) of Lady Alexandra, young, bespeckled
brown eyes. Short, shapely, with wavy dark hair, bisexual.
Dhallyla: Mark's mother.
Roxy: Mark's sister.
Nanu: An Egyptian slave of Pompeneia Flavius, purchased by
Becky, dark complexion.
Pompeneia: Roman hostess of Orgies. Lusty wife of Flavius, Mother
of Domitia, bisexual, tall and shapely.
Flavius:
Roman aristocrat, husband of Pompeneia,
protective father of Dometia,
Domitia: Lusty young daughter of Pompeneia and Flavius. A
pledged Vestal Virgin, Escapes to Sumeria when sentenced to death by starvation
by Roman court.
The
Retiallis: A gladiator of the
Collosseum. Prefers the trident spear and netting, to subdue opponents. Escapes
to Sumeria.
Rullus:
A bulky gladiator of huge physical
dimensions. Has an affection for Achilleia. Escapes to Sumeria.
Achilleia:
A fierce female gladiator. Prefers the
whip and sword as weapons. Has a crush on Rullus. Escapes to Sumeria.
Domitia was brought through the streets, which were lined
with huge crowds watching her somberly. She was attended by at least twenty soldiers,
who walked in silence around her. Accompanying them were her former sister
Vestals and the Pontifex Maximus, one of the greatest priests in Rome and head
of the state religion. It was he who ultimately was in charge of the Virgins,
both choosing them and stripping them of their office if the need arose. He
walked ahead of her, his face grave.
Mark
Simmons: 18 year old High School grad,
enamored with Miss Becky Fischer. He finds the time machine and builds a new life.
Uses various aliases in traveling.
Rebecca
'Becky' Fischer: Mark’s Physics teacher.
Very intelligent, in her later twenties, Shapely Tall Blonde, lusty bisexual, D
Cup tits. Martial arts expert, Uses various aliases in traveling.
Henri: Claims to be a French physician and Apothicary.
Chester
Edgerton: Time traveling mentor, living
in 17th Century French village.
Cardinal
Richelieu: ‘The Red Duke’. Statesman and
Roman Catholic Cardinal. Dispises Queen Anne.
Alexandra
D'Assaut ('Alexa', or 'Lexi': Lady in
waiting (and trusted advisor) to Queen Anne of France, Lusty bisexual, Very
Tall, Busty DD tits, long golden blonde hair, Blue eyed.
Lisette: servant (and lover) of Lady Alexandra, young, bespeckled
brown eyes. Short, shapely, with wavy dark hair, bisexual.
Dhallyla: Mark's mother.
Roxy: Mark's sister.
Nanu: An Egyptian slave of Pompeneia Flavius, purchased by
Becky, dark complexion.
Pompeneia: Roman hostess of Orgies. Lusty wife of Flavius, Mother
of Domitia, bisexual, tall and shapely.
Flavius:
Roman aristocrat, husband of Pompeneia,
protective father of Dometia,
Domitia: Lusty young daughter of Pompeneia and Flavius. A
pledged Vestal Virgin, Escapes to Sumeria when sentenced to death by starvation
by Roman court.
Pompeneia looked at Nanu and spoke to her somewhat tersely.
"You are now owned by the Lady Aurora Horatia, who has purchased you at
a fair price from me. Such belongings as you might have, girl, will be leaving
with you when the Lady departs. Understood?"
"How's your head?" Becky asked as they walked down
the hallway, gazing in wonder at the ornate mosaic that covered the floor and
stretched ahead of them. The walls, no doubt made of brick, were covered in
plaster, upon which colorful (and often erotic) frescoes were painted. While
the clothing she was wearing in theory resembled the stola and other
clothes worn by Roman women, hers was considerably abbreviated, if not
downright scandalous. The white garment hung off her sensual curves, spilling
away from her voluptuous tits, which could be seen through the mostly
diaphanous material. Gold bracelets and bangles adorned her arms and a thin
gold chain with tiny jewels sat on her ankle. She was wearing her golden-blonde
hair up atop her head, but playful wisps and curls hung down in places, giving
it a sassy and almost playful look. A gold-colored belt cinched in at her tiny
waist, making her bust look even bigger.
The non-descript carriage had indeed made its way through
Paris' winding streets, taking well over an hour to finally stop in front of
the palace and allowing Mark to get out of the cramped cab before it rattled
off. The sun had set some time ago, and night hung over the city heavily, the cloying
air of Paris carrying the city's growing pains to his ears. Even at night, the
city was not silent.
“Your Becky sounds like a very strong woman." Lady
Alexandra reflected when Mark told of their conflicts in the time journey to
old France.
"Actually," Mark said, blushing again. "She
reminds me of you, or you remind me of her. You actually look quite a bit
alike."
She smiled sweetly and reached forward to touch his knee.
"High praise for me indeed, then. Am I right in assuming that she speaks
French since you do not?"
