“I’m not sure I like the idea of changing this place,” said one of the settlers, a middle aged woman who worked one of the scrapping stations in the large chamber, pulling objects out of the QESS and disassembling them for use down the line.

 

Then you can transfer out, thought Nora, taking in all of the smiles and head shakes that signified the approval of the others.

 

“And if we work as one of the girls?” asked a pretty young blond who must have been sixteen. Old enough in this world.

 

“You get to keep half of what you make, while enjoying the comfort and safety of this settlement.”

 

The girl smiled and nodded, and Nora thought she had one of her part time prostitutes. Now she just needed two more, something she thought she would have no trouble recruiting. Prostitution was not looked down upon in this world, and many young women took advantage of the good looks of youth to gather a nest egg.

 

Home plate was a most unusual settlement, being as it was in the middle of another, non-allied settlement. She was using it as a recruiting station, drawing in people then farming them out to the other settlements. But now she was going to make it into a money-making concern, right here with access to the merchants of the Great Green Jewel. But first she needed to remake it, which would cost caps and resources before she saw any return on her investment.

 

She thought a new wall up at the vault entrance further in, as well as one blocking off most of the largest room, which she wanted to keep as an industrial center. The raised platform that was serving as an office could be turned into three small sex rooms, the place down the stairs as the lobby for the brothel. The showers and toilets would become public, while she had robots dig out some more areas further in so she could put in additional living amenities and bathrooms. The end of the largest room already held an eatery would become a full restaurant. The middle room would be the dance hall, while the area near the entrance would become a mingling room. It all came together in her mind. It would be a larger facility than the Dugout Inn or the Red Seat, and much cleaner than both.

 

Nora had planned on selling herself this night at one of the two venues in the city, but being raped by Supermutants earlier that day had soured her to the thought of letting anything penetrate her. Maybe the next time she visited the big city.

 

“Let’s get something to eat,” she told Maccready, getting up from the table. “My treat.”

 

“I must say that I am very satisfied with your performance thus far,” she told the man as they sat in a both with plates of steaming food. “You are exceptionally good as a sniper. You follow orders, and look after yourself and my girls.”

 

“What about my other duties?”

 

“Heather and Barb seem to be happy.”

 

“But not you?”

Nora sighed. “Look, Robert. I can call you that, right? The last couple of days have been rough on me. First that damned memory lounger. Then my night of drunken debauchery. Finally the rape by Supermutants. I’m sorry, but sex has been the last thing on my mind. That will change, I assure you.”

 

“And what if it’s soured you on sex for life?”

 

“Let me tell you my story, Robert. So you will know that is not possible.”

 

So Nora told her newest team member about herself. The times before the war, the times after. How she had used the Supersoldier serum to transform herself, in the process supercharging her sexuality. Her reliving the nightmare of her husband’s death a million times in cryo.

 

“My God. If it didn’t come from your mouth, Boss, I flat wouldn’t believe any of it. How in the hell are you still sane?”

 

“Maybe I’m not. Maybe you follow a madwoman.”

 

“Well, you seem to have it together out there in the Wasteland. You make good decisions, and give decisive orders. So if you’re crazy, I might just be crazy enough to keep following you.”

 

“Thanks, Robert,” she said, laying hand on his forearm. “And as soon as I feel the urge, you’ll be the first to know.”

 

That night Nora had nightmares, in spades. The vault and Nate’s murder, the faces of the people she had killed or seen butchered in front of her. The supermutants ripping her insides apart as they raped her. She woke up crying out, muffled by the pillow she had instinctively grabbed. She knew an orgasm would help. It was probably the only thing that could. But the thought of any kind of sex, even masturbation, made her sick to her stomach. She didn’t know how long she could bounce between these two imperatives. The need to have sex to retain her sanity and banish the nightmares. And the need to get over her most recent rape, a horrific experience unlike anything she had ever faced in the past. Something would break, and soon, or her people really would be following a madwoman.

 

*     *     *

 

The next day dawned a rainy mess, the sky full of clouds dropping their load of moisture to the ground. A morning like this normally meant a clear afternoon, but there were no guarantees. Despite knowing her people would be soaked to the bone, Nora decided she needed to go ahead. After all, the planned assault on the Castle was set for the next day, and people would be waiting on her.

 

She had nothing to worry about with the rain in her optimized suit of X-01 Assault armor. She had the best protection out there, and with the weapons she had she represented the ultimate in mobile firepower. Her assault rifle was hanging by its strap over one shoulder, her Garand in the sheath on that same shoulder. The China Lake GL was hanging from another strap, loaded and ready with four frag projectiles. The scoped RPG launcher was set in its mounts on her back, along with ten ready rounds, while the ultra-sharp nano-blade was attached to her left hip. Boxes and bags of ammo were attached to the belt around the front waist of the suit, giving her reloads for everything. More ammo sat in her cargo bots, giving her enough to fight a half dozen full battles. The Desert Eagle Auto-mag rode the hip of her nano-armor, within the power armor, her backup if she had to quickly eject.

 

It still made more noise than she would have without it, though nothing like the damaged recon set she had walked up from Goodneighbor. More like the soft whine of well-maintained machinery, it wasn’t audible at more than ten meters. It wouldn’t allow her to sneak up on an alert sentry and slit his throat, but if such was needed she could always eject from suit at a distance and stealth in. Leaving Diamond City they turned south and walked through the streets for about a mile, then turned east. A half a mile and they turned south again until they hit the walled in roadway of the that led into the east entrance of the Mass Pike Tunnel.

 

The Raiders who made that a base had their breakfast interrupted, leading to an interruption of the rest of their lives. Nora attracted most of the fire, pipe weapon bullets bouncing harmlessly from her armor, while she took down the Raiders. That done she turned back to the east and walked up the pike, Heather and Barb slightly ahead and watching for threats, Maccready by her side, his new .308 in hand and ready.

 

Maccready had loved her gift to him. A brand new .308 bolt action with an eight-round magazine and a ten power scope. He had immediately gone out into the fens to zero it in, until he could hit targets at a thousand yards to his satisfaction. Nora had watched in interest as the professional went about his craft, careful that everything was just so. And learning about the craft of sniping in the process.

 

At the first break in the wall to the south they turned to the southeast and went cross country until they ran into the large junkyard that loomed ahead. Nora hadn’t remembered so many junkyards prewar, but there must have been, since she doubted anyone would have taken the trouble to pile up cars, shipping crates and trash afterwards. She didn’t think the Supermutants who now occupied it would have bothered, though they had taken the time to erect a number of shacks and raised walkways.

 

“We can always bypass to the north,” suggested Barb.

 

“No,” growled Nora, glaring at the enemy settlement. “I want them dead. And now. So get ready for their attack. Maccready, target everyone you can see and take them out. And everyone look out for the suiciders.”

 

Nora pulled up her grenade launcher, checking the load to make sure she was carrying frag rounds, then selecting her target. The first round plopped down right in the center of the junkyard, directly into a cluster of mutants. With a sharp crack and a flash the round went off, a half dozen supermutants went flying, and several more clapped hands to shrapnel wounds. Some of those that had been blown back struggled to their feet, but over half lay still and dead. Jacking another round into the GL, she fired into another cluster, then the last.

 

The supermutants started screaming out their superiority as they came on firing. They were recklessly brave and tactically stupid, very few of them bothering with cover or concealment.

 

“Suicider at ten o’clock,” said Maccready over the radio. Nora looked over and saw the idiot trying to charge across the several hundred meters of open ground. A suppressed report from the sniper rifle and the mutant went down, and Nora cheered inside as she thought about recovering that warhead.

 

The party swept through the junkyard after the slaughter was over. There were some injured mutants, still single-mindedly trying to get to their feet and gunned down for their trouble. As they reached the other side of the junkyard Nora became aware of someone speaking over a loudspeaker. Something about it being a military checkpoint, and only open to active duty military personnel.

 

“That’s a Gunner outpost,” said Maccready, looking at the now alert figures a couple of hundred yards down the road.

 

“You want to send Barnes and Winlock a message?” asked Nora, looking over at her sniper. The supermutants had taken a bit of the edge off of her anger, but she thought a score of so of Gunners would help more.

 

“You got it, Boss. And what are you going to open up with?”

 

Nora had pulled the RPG off of her back and inserted a rocket with the atomic energy symbol painted on the warhead. “Shock and awe,” she replied, making sure her people were out of the back blast, then aiming in on the APC to the left of the bunker. She pulled the trigger and sent the rocket on its way, laughing inside as she saw the Gunners panic as they tried to find cover. Good luck with that, she thought as the rocket went straight into the old armored vehicle.

 

Mini-nukes were really underpowered weapons as far as nukes went. With a blast radius of at most thirty yards, they totally fucked up anything within that radius, while doing considerable damage out to fifty yards. Most of the Gunners died the instant the warhead detonated. Most of the rest were badly injured or shocked out of their minds. Nora bounded forward, RPG put away, assault rifle in hand, her people with her. She had to give them credit. Those Gunners still capable of resistance fought. Not very well, not coherently, and soon she had them cleared out of the checkpoint. There was little of interest in the area, with the exception of what was on the bodies of the mercenaries. Nora, her Handy and her people stripped down a score of good quality military weapons to send back to Home Plate on Wilson.

 

“When do you think someone will come along?” Nora asked Maccready.

 

“Well, when I was with them, patrols would check with each emplacement every couple of days, normally in the morning. So, tomorrow at the earliest.”

 

“Good enough. Let’s get to the Castle.”

 

Andrews station had already been hit, and hit hard. The dirty bodies of Raiders and their guard dogs were everywhere, most of their weapons missing. Nora counted forty-three bodies, and figured that the ones in the subway station had come out to help their comrades, and had died along with them. They found a Minuteman cap nailed to one of the shacks, a clear message as to who had wiped out this nest of murderous scum.

 

“Damn, I guess the Minutemen are back,” said a smiling Barb.

 

Nora didn’t think that quite accurate, but the troops who had been heading to the castle had made a stopover and a point. They passed the Gwinnett Restaurant further in, and the supermutant bodies indicated the Minutemen had also hit this location. It looked like a professional hit, and Nora wondered how many of the old Minutemen had come out of hiding to reform the ranks.

 

They continued on down the peninsula, the bulk of the old fortress looming ahead, to spot the people they had come to see set up in an old ruined restaurant. About a dozen tents had been pitched, and even a small flag had been placed, while what looked to be about twenty troops, men and women, in the colonial garb of the organization, gathered.

 

“Who goes there,” shouted a sentry. “Sergeant of the Guard, post number one. Approach and be identified.”

 

Nora was aware of a number of weapons pointed at them, many the hand cranked laser muskets, but also a number of auto rifles and even a couple of hunting weapons.

 

“Call out to Garvey so he can identify me,” she told the guard. “Meanwhile, I’m going to dismount my power armor.”

 

“Welcome, General,” called out Preston Garvey as he hurried out of the building, several men and women with him. “Glad to see you could make it.”

 

“Why did she get to be general?” asked a freckled face young woman to Garvey’s right. “Shouldn’t that honor have gone to one of the old guard.”

 

“Because people, and listen up, none of us have her military credentials or her abilities. Nora Jane Adams is a veteran of the prewar military establishment, formally trained. And she’s responsible for reestablishing our network of settlements. So no arguments. She is the commanding general, and I will hear no different.”

 

Everyone was silent after that, though some glares were still focused on her.

 

“I am honored to be your commander, people,” she told them. “My official prewar rank was Commander, United States Navy, Aviator. I realize the United States is no longer a going concern, and that you may have your doubts about me, so all I ask is that you give me a chance to prove myself.”

 

“I already gave them all a rundown on your history, General,” said Preston, rendering a salute. “If they had taken the time to listen. Now, if you want, we have a command center set up in this building. Not much of one, but hopefully enough for the job.”

 

Nora followed her second into the building, realizing that she needed to take charge here. This was not the time to act apologetic to the offended. She was the General. She had given blood sweat and tears to rebuilding the organization. Those that didn’t like it could leave. She would rather have fewer people than ranks filled with dissenters.

 

“Well, we still have about three hours of light,” she said, looking down at the sand table that someone had constructed, then out the window at the fort. “It’s still in pretty good shape for being what, seven hundred years old?”

 

“That it is,” said one of the gathered soldiers. “And hopefully the transmitter is still in good shape.”

 

“This is Sergeant Talbert,” said Garvey, patting the man on the back. “He’s in charge of communications, and I think would make a very good intelligence officer as well.”

 

“Then it’s Major Talbert from here on. Unless anyone had any objections.”

 

There were none, and Nora went to the window to look out over the fortress. The front gate area was a wreck, the wall destroyed in several places and crumbling into the ground. There was another gap on one of the oceanside walls, while all of the rest were still intact and very solid. She didn’t know what the inside was like, but envisioned intact rooms where the walls were whole, collapsed ruins otherwise. A plan was already forming in her mind, but first they needed to take the place.

 

“Okay. You people know more about this fort than I do. Any suggestions as to a plan of attack? And just what are we facing?”

 

“A bunch of overgrown lobsters,” said the freckle face young woman. “Mirelurks. Though from the description of the old timers it sounds like an exceptionally large queen was responsible for ejecting the troops.”

 

“Amanda here was in training to become one of our research staff,” said Preston, putting an arm around the shoulders of the young woman. “And here come two more.”

 

Nora turned to see Sturgis and Conrad come walking into the building. “Sorry we we’re late,” said Sturgis. “Some punks tried to interrupt out journey before our escort took them out.”

 

Nora noted that Sturgis and Conrad both wore uniforms, the double silver bars of captains on their collars. “You two here to stay?” she asked.

 

“Up to you,” said Conrad. “I think Sturgis wants to return to Sanctuary, but I’m thinking I can do more here. where you’re planning on building an army.”

 

The sounded good to Nora. She nodded and turned back to the rest. “Suggestions on how we take this place?”

 

The suggestions ranged from a multiprong attack to luring the mirelurks out into a preset firing line. She didn’t think multiprong was appropriate for fighting dumb beasts, and really liked the idea of luring them out.

 

“Okay, people. Here’s how we’re going to do this.”

 

*     *     *

 

Nora walked over the ruin that had been the front gate, her power armor whirring quietly with each step. She had her rifle in hand, her people spread out to either side. Twenty odd Minutemen waited on the other side of the ruined gate, weapons ready. The mirelurks started to come out of the ground as soon as they crossed into the courtyard. Many many mirelurks. The dogs barked and ran away on a command from Nora, and she and her people open fired and backed away. The swarm of mirelurks followed, more joining in. Nora fired some grenades into several of the clutches of eggs to stir them up even more.

 

As soon as they were beyond the wall her people turned and ran, while Nora drew her nano-blade and waded into the mirelurks. The rest of the Minutemen opened up, and it wasn’t long before scores of large bodies lay everywhere in the aspects of death. “I guess we’re having crab for dinner,” said Nora to the laughs of the gathered troops. “We still need to clear out the inside. I’ll go into the walls with my team. I want a squad on the walls taking out egg clutches, another to scour the courtyard. Until we have them cleaned out this place really isn’t ours. Now let’s move it.”

 

The inside of the fort walls was even more of a mess than the courtyard. Seaweed growing everywhere, clutches of eggs, mirelurks bursting from the large piles of muck. Fortunately they were no threat to someone in X-01, and she warded her people as they destroyed eggs and adults alike. Some of the eggs hatched, and disgusting hatchlings wriggled across the floor to strike and bite.

 

“We need help out here,” called a voice from outside, followed by a bone chilling roar of something exceptionally large. Nora hurried outside to see the top of the largest creature she had ever seen forging its way through the water toward the fort. The Mirelurk Queen, it was massive. From bottom to top she estimated that it stretched twenty meters or more. Lasers and bursts of fire were hitting it to no apparent result. Almost at the shore, it started to fire streams of acid at its tormentors. One of the Minutemen took a full stream into the body. He fell screaming to the ground, the flesh of his face melting away under the burning effects of the acid.

 

“Watch out for the back blast,” she cried out as she deployed the RPG, this time sliding a high explosive rocket into the tube. She aimed and fired, the rocket streaking into the face of the creature and exploding in fury. The Queen staggered a bit but came on, firing streams of acid at what it now saw as the primary threat.

 

“Taking damage,” said the suit. “Seek cover.”

 

“The hell with that,” cried Nora, dropping the RPG to the ground and pulling her rifle up. The Queen was moving over the ruins of the bayside wall, still trying to burn down Minutemen. One more fell, and Nora felt a surge of pride over the horror of seeing her people being killed. They had no quit in them, despite what had to be the most horrifying sight imaginable to most of them.

 

Nora held down her trigger, sending a stream of bullets into the face of the creature. Pieces of chitinous armor flew away, and she fired until the hammer fell on an empty chamber. With a quick pull and push she reseated the other side of the mag, slammed the bolt forward, and put every round she had into the creature. Another stream of acid hit her suit, and the damage schematic came up to show her that the helmet, torso and right arm were in the red. Another hit and they would most probably fail, and them it would be her flesh intercepting that killer fluid. The spout exploded just then, something hitting the protrusion and destroying it.

 

The rifle clicked on an empty chamber again, but the Queen was still moving. Bolt after bolt of laser musket fire hit the monster as she struggled to pull out a fresh mag. With a final shudder the Queen stopped in her tracks, then fell over.

 

“We did it,” yelled Preston, running up to Nora.

 

“We did,” she replied, ejecting from her suit and accepting the hug of her subordinate. It might not have been proper for discipline, but at the moment she couldn’t care less. “But at a cost,” she said in a soft voice as she looked over the two dead Minutemen. “I want them buried here in the courtyard, and a plaque erected in their memory. Now let’s see about this transmitter you thought so highly of.”

 

The transmitter was sitting right at the base of the tower, just as it had since prewar times. The tower itself was a tall structure, anchored by support wires on three sides attached to the walls. A rough frame structure had been erected around it, not enough to fully protect it, but just enough to keep some of the rain off. It was tough equipment, made for outside use, the only reason it was still functional. Or at least she hoped. That there was still power in the fort, though she was not sure how much, was shown by the working lights within the walls and the humming of a water pump directly outside. A power pole was erected outside the inner wall, a wire running from it to something inside.

 

Nora ordered her Handy to put down the supply station she had brought along next to the red workbench, then assemble a QESS. Then, to the wide eyes of many of the Minutemen who had not observed the construction process, the Handy assembled two more of its kind, then three constructrons and another couple of Handies. This was going to be an industrial sized job, so she wanted a work crew aboard that could handle it quickly. She then ordered a line run to the transmitter, which powered up without a problem. Major Talbert tested the transceiver, and Nora talked with him on her short-range radio, set to that frequency for the moment. She set her Pip-boy to monitor the frequency and alert her when certain keywords were heard.

 

As night was falling the robots were disassembling the rubble of the fallen walls and repurposing it into new marble. It would take time to rebuild the walls, including their interior spaces, but she was here for the duration. The Minutemen moved their tents into the courtyard and formed a rough camp, then built up some fires. One of the Handies went about butchering the mirelurks in the courtyard, and soon mirelurk stew was simmering in a number of cook pots over the fires. Meat was still a rare and precious commodity in the Commonwealth, and she refused to see it go to waste. The Handy kept butchering, using its saw arm to slice easily through shells and the meat underneath, then packaging it in the QESS, where it would be preserved in stasis, good whenever it was removed.

 

“I can’t believe we did it,” said Garvey, sitting with the command team around one of the fires, plopped down on the ground with all of them. “For so long this place has been the holy grail, and the shame of the Minutemen. And now it’s ours again. All thanks to our General.”

 

“I don’t think…”

 

“Hurrah for the General,” yelled out one of the Minutemen. “Hip hip hurrah.”

 

The shout carried around the fires until it was coming from every mouth. Nora had wanted to tell them that she had only been a minor part of this. That the battle had been won by them. Now she let them carry on. She had won them over, and now the organization was truly hers, so she might as well bask in some adoration before rolling up her sleeves and getting back to work.

 

“Preston,” she said as the calls died down. “What’s your official rank in the Minutemen?”

 

“I’m a sergeant,” he said proudly. “All I really wanted to be.”

 

“Not good enough Garvey. You are my second in command. And since your named me General, I will use my rank to name you Colonel.”

 

“But…”

 

“No buts. You are going to be doing a lot of the organizing around here, and you need the rank to make your commands have weight. So no arguing with General Adams, Colonel Garvey.”

 

“And how does the General feel about fraternization between the ranks?” asked Preston with a slight smile.

 

“I have nothing against it. As long as they are consenting adults, and as long as sex doesn’t get in the way of command decisions, I say let them have their fun.” Since they could die at any time.

 

“And would the General like to..”

 

“No, Preston. And it’s nothing about you. I was raped by supermutants yesterday.”

 

“My God.”

 

“I was almost killed, and you know how hard I am to injure. My body recovered, quickly, but it might take some time for my mind to follow. So please. I’ll let you know when I’m able to enjoy sex again.”

 

Nora went through her nightmares again that night, crying out her torment, and waking to the feeling of something between her legs. She looked up to see a shadowy figure positioned between her legs, licking and kissing her genitals. At first she wanted to hit the woman, who she thought was Heather. But it felt so damned good, and there was so much pent up tension in her.

 

“Thank you,” she whispered.

 

“No problem, Partner,” said Heather. “You needed this.” The woman went back to work, building up the tension in Nora’s body until it burst forth like a flood breaching a damn, and Nora was crying out in her passion. Heather moved up and started kissing Nora, then cuddled with her, bare skin against bare skin.

 

“I notice that you didn’t call me General,” said Nora after kissing her friend on the forehead.

 

“Nope. I’m not a Minuteman. Just consider me a contractor, and you my boss. I hope that’s enough.”

 

“It is,” said Nora, settling into a comfortable position in the arms of her partner. “It is.”

 

By sunup the walls were almost complete. The robots had duplicated the pattern of the marble blocks of the other walls until there seemed to be no difference. They were still at work on the front gate, as well the interiors. She thought that by evening they would have working quarters inside the walls, and she could instruct them to start to work on the other emplacements she had in mind. But first she wanted to meet with her officers and get their input into the direction they wanted to see the new construction take.

 

“We need a Core Services Building out here,” she said, pointing to the map someone had drawn up of the Castle. “And I would like to put in some new buildings on top of the walls, with room for beds and training facilities. They would raise the height of the wall and make the Castle more defensible. And an improvement on that ramshackle structure around the transmitter. I want to turn it into an intelligence center.”

 

“What about turrets? And artillery?” asked Lt. Amanda Slate, who would be mentoring under Conrad at the Castle, learning the ins and outs of systems engineering.

 

“We have artillery?” asked an excited Nora. As far as she knew no one else in the Commonwealth had big guns. They would go far to making them a major player once again.

 

“We did,” said Preston. “You can find some examples of destroyed mortars on top of the wall. Eight-inch monsters. And no one here knows how to build them.”

 

“Well,” said Nora, pushing down her sense of disappointment. “Let’s concentrate on what we can do. We build turrets, lot of them. Including tower emplacements that give them reach and angle of attack.”

 

“You expect us to get attacked here,” asked one of her squad leaders.

“Yes. I do. I would rather get ready for such a possibility and have it not materialize, then dismiss it out of hand and get bitten in the ass. We still have Gunners out there, though I plans to take care of them as soon as possible. And I have reason to believe that the Brotherhood of Steel will be coming to the Commonwealth in force. So, I want to be able to repel any attacks against our headquarters.”

 

After getting the input of her officers and NCOs Nora made her plans and set the robots to work. They finished cleaning out the garbage left behind by the mirelurks. She had four large fusion reactors running in the CSB, which incorporated the red workbench and which had a direct connection to the inside of the fort, and set up her workbenches in there.

 

Day three after taking the fort and the wall structures were rising quickly. She had decided on four story towers on each of the five bastions, with room for the mortars on top, enclosed by low walls for protection. The gates, though finished, didn’t satisfy her, and she started the bot on building up fortified gatehouses as soon as the wall construction was finished.

 

Automated planters went on the tops of each of the wall buildings, giving the fort the ability to grow its own food without turning soldiers into farmers. Two dozen laser turrets, supplement by a similar number of machinegun emplacements, gave the structure good defensive capabilities.

 

By day five she started to set up the towers. The one to the right of the front gate became an office complex, the one on the left was set up as a club and recreation center. The one to the back right was a barracks for NCOs and officers, while the one of the back left was enlisted quarters. And the one in the far back was set up with fabbers and industrial machinery. Lights went up all over, streetlights, spotlights, enough to make the night day around the fortress. Finally Minutemen flags and banners went up, letting everyone know who this structure belonged to, and serving notice that it was not to be fucked with.

 

Nora had been receiving regular pleasuring at night from Barb and Heather, using the General’s quarters that had been prepared for her in one of the sub bastion rooms, the others set up as kitchen and bathroom facilities respectively. She was thinking of heading out to see about some southern settlements the next day, then changed her plans after a meeting with her intelligence people, led by Talbert and Conrad.

 

“We keep getting keywords about teleportation from a datastream originating from University Point. I don’t know where this is going to lead, General. But it’s the first lead we’ve gotten.”

 

“Good enough,” said Nora, trying to contain her excitement. They still didn’t know if teleportation was even possible. But if it was it would make connecting the settlements so much easier. “Thanks, gentlemen. Conrad, Sturgis, stay please.”

 

After everyone else left she sat down on the couch between the two men, putting a hand on a thigh of each. “We’re planning something special in my quarters. Preston should be on the way, and I was wondering if you two wanted to participate.”

 

“Sure you’re up for it, Boss?” asked Sturgis, trying to keep the smile off his face that kept returning no matter his efforts.

 

“I am so damned horny for dick I’m about to catch on fire. My ladies will be waiting for us, so let’s not keep them waiting.”

 

Heather and Barb were scrubbed and naked by the time Nora arrived with the two men. She had had a huge bed constructed in the chamber, as much for sex games as for sleep. She helped the men to undress, then led them into the private shower, helping them to scrub down, paying particular attention to their sexual equipment, ramping up the excitement. Preston showed up, smiled, pulled off his clothes and joined them in the shower. Nora dropped to her knees and started to blow the men, alternating between each cock until she had them standing at full attention.

 

“Hey,” called out Heather. “What’s going on in there. We’re both about to burst out here.”

 

“I guess I’m being selfish,” said Nora, opening the door to the shower and leading the men out. They grabbed towels and dried off, then literally ran to the bed to dive onto the large surface. Immediately each man had a naked squirming woman in his arms and kissing him deeply.

 

Nora felt some trepidation as Preston positioned himself to enter her. “You sure about this, Nora?”

 

“I am,” she said, wanting to get this part over with so she could continue with a normal sex life. Or as normal as an oversexed whore like her could have. She grabbed Preston by the ass and pulled him in, gasping as the large penis penetrated into her wet folds. It felt good, and after a couple of slow thrusts all the anxiety was gone. All that was left was her lust, her desire to get herself and her partner off. Soon she was gasping out her passion, listening to the welcome sounds of her female partners getting the shit fucked out of them while they gasped in pleasure.

 

It felt right and natural when Preston’s dick swelled and he sent his semen into her in a series of spurts. She let his cock rest inside her for some minutes, letting it deflate as she kissed him deeply. “Much as I enjoyed you, Preston, this is an orgy. So we need to switch.”

 

Each man serviced each lady at least once. Conrad dropped out after that, and the three women worked over Preston and Sturgis, until only the youngest man was still capable of getting it up. He finished by fucking Nora once again, her laughing with joy as the dick squelched in her cum filled pussy. When he finished again she fell asleep in his arms, experiencing a night filled with the sweet dreams of making love.