Date: Sat, 13 May 2006 20:18:31 -0600
From: Cornhusker Fan <crnhskrfn77@comcast.net>
Subject: Surviving the Apocalypse part 2

Howdy again readers.  Feedback has been huge to continue, so let's see
where this will take us.

This story will feature sexual acts between adults and children, so if
that's not your cup of tea, then move along please.  The story is strictly
fantasy, pure fiction.  No part is true in any way.  The author, nor any
website that might post this, does not condone illegal sex with children.
Also, though little or no protection is used in this story, please always
practice safe sex.

Author's note - I have never been any part of a military unit, and profess
no real knowledge of the military (except for my admiration for and
gratitude to those serving our country), so please do not look for any
accuracy in the information contained in the story.

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The day after the grocery shopping spree, I pulled my truck into it's own
bunker and sealed it up.  The grocery store owner probably thought he had
hit the lotto with my huge spree.  Little did he realize how little time he
had left to enjoy it.  After that, there was really nothing that I could
think of left to do but wait, which is the hardest part.  After fixing a
good breakfast, I wandered out to the front porch to sit and enjoy the
fresh air, not knowing how long it might be before I could do so safely
again.  I brought a small TV out with me to monitor the new channels.

This morning's news told of a nation-wide curfew that had gone into effect,
for now from 7PM until 6AM.  It seems rioting and looting was overtaking
the larger cities at night.  CNN, Fox News, and CNBC all reported
atrocities happening across the nation.  It was estimated that nearly 200
people were killed in Atlanta alone last night.  If this kept up, there
wouldn't be anybody left to drop bombs on.

Thinking back, I was so grateful to have spent 30+ years in the military.
I knew that all I had learned was going to be useful all too soon.  Had it
been up to me, and others like me, military service would have been
mandatory for everyone for at least a couple of years.  The survival skills
alone that people learned would have been worth everyone's time.

I watched as Jim and Nancy scurried around, trying to prepare as best they
could.  I didn't have the heart to tell them they were wasting their time
and efforts.  But who knows, maybe they would come through all right.  No
such activity was going on at Dave and Donna's home.  I went in and fixed
myself lemonade and came back out to the porch.

About noon, I tried to call one of my contacts at the pentagon.  I was
informed that he was unavailable, but his secretary took a message.  I
asked that he call me back.

Taking the phone with me incase he called back, I wandered around back and
down into the bunker.  It was 20' x 30', and with myself and 5 kids, it was
going to be tight living quarters.  The two long walls were entirely filled
with storage cabinets, containing all of the food, weapons and misc. that I
had stored.  12 feet of the wall with the entrance in it was the
kitchenette I had set up.  I had a stove and oven, microwave and fridge,
small sink and small counter.  The other rest of the wall not taken up by
the door was a curtained off area with the toilet and hand held shower
head, smaller than most small RV facilities, but space was at a premium.
At the other end stood 3 large upright freezers, now stuffed to the gills,
and my communications/surveillance center.  From there, as long as
possible, I could monitor the outside world.

The center of the room held queen sleepers with a square table between
them.  There was a stand holding the audio and video equipment for
entertainment.  Sleeping arrangements would be tight with 3 per bed, but
there was only so much space.  At night we would pull one of the sofas
back, move the table and unfold the two beds so that they were practically
foot to foot.  I had two floor lamps to provide softer illumination than
the overhead fluorescents would provide.  Near the kitchen area I had
arranged two short bookshelves back to back.  These held an assortment of
books, DVD's, CD's etc for entertainment.  Its proximity to the kitchen was
intentional, as I could use the combined top space as extra counter space
as needed.  I had two fold up card tables and 6 chairs that we would be
making plenty of use of as well.

It occurred to me that I had not planned for any space for the kids to put
their clothes or anything.  I went through and condensed down some of the
stored foods and other things, pulling some stuff out and storing it in
boxes on top of the freezers.  I made enough room for each of the kids to
have a shelf 2 foot wide and 1 foot high.  I called their folks and told
them how much each child could bring, and that they should pack a bag right
now so that it was ready.  I told them that each child could bring their 2
favorite movies on DVD and 3 favorite music CD's, as long as there was not
rap or alt rock included.  I wasn't about to suffer through that crap!
During the grocery shopping yesterday, I had picked up extra toothbrushes,
etc, knowing someone would forget theirs.  I labeled the shelves each with
a child's name, oldest at the top down to the youngest at the bottom.

Since I could think of nothing else to do, I headed back outside and into
the house to fix some lunch.  The day was flying by, though I thought it
might drag.  I put together a sandwich and refilled my lemonade, taking it
back to the front porch.

The phone rang while I was eating.  It was Nancy calling.  The kids were
wondering about bringing any toys along.  I told her that if they would fit
in the storage space allotted to them along with their clothes, they could
bring whatever they wanted.  Not having thought of that previously, I
called Donna and let her know the same.  The last thing I needed was a
civil war because one kid got to bring his toy car and the other didn't.

I relaxed the rest of the afternoon, monitoring the broadcasts.  I tried
the pentagon again, but couldn't even get through the rest of the day.  I
was just thinking about what to fix for supper when the phone rang.

"Hello?"

"Find a hole and hide."

"How long?"

"A few hours."

And the line went dead.

I immediately called Dave and Donna.  "Bring the kids over now with their
stuff."

"Right now?  We were just fixing dinner."

"Now, or never guys.  Your choice."  And I hung up.

I dialed Jim's house but got a busy signal.  I walked across the street and
into their house without even knocking.  I almost ran into Nancy.

"Bob?  What's up."

"It's time Nancy.  Have the kids at my place in 30 minutes or less."

"We'll be right there Bob."

I went back home and waited on the front porch.  Within 15 minutes, both
families had arrived.  Each child had a small bag with them."

"Kids, time to say good-bye to your folks for now.  I'll wait for you
inside the house.  Don't be long.  Jim, Nancy, Dave, Donna - good luck, and
God be with you."  I went into the house.  A few minutes later all the kids
filed in, most with tears in their eyes.

I locked down the house and led them through and out the back.  We went
down into the shelter.  I told the kids to all take a seat on the sofas for
a minute.  Shutting the doors, I used three separate keys to lock the 3
deadbolts.  Then I keyed a code into the pad next to the door.  I could
hear outside the door as 1/2 ton block of reinforced and lead lined
concrete lowered into place.  We were now sealed in until I felt it was
safe to leave.

I turned on the television just in time to see President Jeb Bush
addressing the nation.

...our efforts have failed.  Russia, China and Korea have all launched
missiles, at each other, and at us.  Our counter measures are being
deployed as I speak.  Seek immediate shelter in basements, fall-out
shelters, or any place you can.  May God protect the United States of
America and it's people."

And the broadcast ended.  I flipped through the channels.  Some had already
quit broadcasting completely, their staffs having abandoned their posts to
seek safety.  The major networks had all switched to religious broadcasts.
The churches on the television were filled to overflowing.  I would pray in
my own way, but was thankful to be where I was.

The children huddled together on the couches, frightened and unsure of what
was happening.  "Kids, I know you're scared, but you are as safe as can be
right here."

"What's happening though Mr. Ryan?"

"I don't know how much of what's been on TV that you understand.  But the
basics of it are that the countries of the world are going to war.  Only
this won't be like any war the world has ever seen.  It will be very short,
and very brutal, and many, many people across the world will die."

"I had a feeling it was coming, and that's why I built the shelter that we
are all in now.  We should be safe here, and as Todd and Jonathon can tell
you, we have plenty of food, don't we guys?"

I got half-hearted smiles out of the two boys.

"But what about our parents?"  This was Nathan asking, at nine, the
youngest of my group of charges.

"I don't know Nathan, I hope they will be OK."

Alicia spoke up.  "Why couldn't they come with us?"

"Kids, look around you.  This is a very small space.  If we put 4 more
adults in here, no one would have room to move.  Besides we wouldn't have
enough food or water or other things for that many people."

I knew they would have more questions later, but for now they subsided.  I
showed them all where their shelves were and had them put their things
away.  To distract them, I decided to go over how things would work.  I
showed them how to use the shower, cautioning them that we would be taking
very short showers, using a minimum of water, and not every day.  I showed
them how we would be washing our clothes by hand in the sink, and how the
little pullout clothes lines worked that I had mounted.

We went over how everyone had to be neat, and we had to try to be kind to
each other since we would be living in very close quarters for a while.
Any fighting will be met with swift punishment and we should all try and
get along.

I pointed out one whole shelf on the bookcase that was filled with books
appropriate for their ages and school levels.  I explained that they would
each be required to read for at least an hour a day, possibly more, and
that there would be no games, movies, music, or any other kind of
entertainment until everyone had done their reading.  I was a strong
proponent of reading, and didn't intend to let these kids slide just
because the world as we all knew it was coming to an end.

All the kids seemed to be settled down somewhat, and I asked if anyone was
hungry.  Since none of us had a chance to eat dinner before coming down to
the shelter, I fixed up a quick pot of spaghetti with meat sauce.  I put up
the folding tables and had the kids set up the chairs and put the dishes
out on the table.  I decided as I was cooking that I would set up a
schedule for the few chores there would be to do.  All of them were old
enough to help out with small tasks.

While clearing up the dishes, the power went out and plunged us into
darkness.  I had been expecting this and whipped out the small flashlight I
had in my pocket.  The kids were scared once again.

"Calm down kids.  It's ok, I'll have the lights on in a second."  I went to
my communications center where I had mounted most of my controls and
pressed the switch to activate the generator.  Immediately, the lights came
back on.  I turned the television back on, but there were no stations
broadcasting anything.  A few had an old test pattern displayed, but that
was it.

Going back to my COM center, I switched on the monitor.  I manually
switched between the 1/2 dozen cameras I had mounted, but there was really
nothing to see yet.  I turned it off.  I decided I was going to have to rig
a curtain in front of the COM center so that when something did turn up on
the cameras, the kids wouldn't be watching over my shoulder.

I put a movie on and the kids and I sat and watched it.  About 1/2 way
through, most of them were beginning to nod off.  I started sending them
one at a time to brush their teeth and get ready for bed.  In the meantime,
I pulled the one sofa back and moved the table, then opened up the beds,
which I had already made up.  I opened a cupboard and pulled out the 6
pillows stored there, each with a different color pillowcase so we could
each remember our own.

I should have expected it, but choosing colors of pillows brought forth the
first argument.  I knew it was just because everyone was tense, but I
didn't want to let it just slide and have them start thinking they could
get away with anything.  Immediately, I put a stop to the argument.

"We've only been together a few hours, and already two of you are fighting.
It's going to be pretty bad if this kind of thing is going to go on all the
time.  I know it's only the first night, but I warned you that punishment
would come for all fights."

I got out one of the folding chairs again and sat down.  "Todd and
Jonathon, come here."

Both walked to where I was sitting.  "Because it's the first night, I am
going to go somewhat easy on you.  You are each going to receive three
swats.  Who wants to go first?"

Jonathon spoke up.  "I'm the oldest, so I'll take the first punishment."  I
was pleased by the way he stepped up and volunteered.

"Okay Jonathon.  Please take down your pants."

"What?"

"You heard me.  Take down your pants.  All spankings will be administered
to a bare butt."

"You're kidding aren't you?"

"Not in the least.  Now drop your pants."  I turned him so he was facing
away from the rest of the kids.  "Just do it."

Turning every shade of red, he unbuttoned his jeans, unzipped them and
pulled them down to his knees.

"Now your underwear."

"But everyone will see."

"Now Jonathon."

He pulled his brief down to where his jeans were.  I bent him over my lap.
Since I had shorts on, I could feel is dick resting on the bare skin of my
legs.  I put my hand to his ass sharply three times.  As it happened, I
felt him begin to stiffen up.  I rubbed his butt a little after the last
swat, and his dick got stiffer.  Standing him back on his feet I looked at
his now stiff boy prick.  He was crying.

"Pull your pants up son."

He did so.

I whispered to him, "Don't worry about getting hard.  It's natural that it
happened, since you had to pull your pants down in front of your friends.
I won't say anything."

He gave me a weak smile.

"Todd, you're next."

"I'm not pulling my pants down."

"You're not?"

"No, you're not my father, and you can't make me."

I spoke softly to the boy.  "You're right Todd, I'm not your father.  I
would never try to be your father.  I am, however, in charge here.  I know
your parents instructed you that whatever I said is the law.  Now you can
either do as your told, or your punishment will get worse."

"I'm not doing it."

"Then you leave me no choice."

I grabbed the boy by the arm and pulled him down onto my lap on his back.
Though he struggled, at 13, he was no match for me.  All the kids were
watching as I unbuttoned then unzipped his pants.  Since he had chosen to
be obstinate, I didn't worry about the other kids seeing his dick.  I
pulled his pants down along with his underwear, allowing my fingers to come
into contact with his dick as I did.

When his pants were down, I flipped him over.  Doubling his punishment, I
gave him six strong wacks with my hand to his bare, but very cute ass.  He
yelled out as each one was administered.  After the spanking, I stood him
up, deliberately in the direction that his red ass would be pointed towards
his friends and sister.

"You can pull your pants up now," I said to the boy as he stood there
rubbing his butt, tears streaming down his face.  "Why don't you go ahead
and get ready for bed."  He shuffled over to the cupboard to get out his
toothbrush.

About that time, Bethany burst out laughing.

"What's so funny?"

"Todd was.  We all saw his wiener and everything!"

"Bethany, come here."  Todd was headed toward the curtained off bathroom
area, but stopped to watch what would happen.

Bethany came to where I was still sitting.

"Do you think making fun of someone being punished is being kind, as we
discussed just a couple of hours ago?"

"No Mr. Ryan.  I'm sorry."

"I'm sorry too.  What do you think I should do about it?"

"Maybe you could give me extra chores to do tomorrow?"

"That wouldn't really be fair, when you making fun of Todd was just as bad
as what he and Jonathan were doing, now would it?"

"No sir, I guess not."

Bethany had already gotten into a short nighty with little panties for the
night.  I turned her away from the rest of the kids, though I knew Todd
could see the front of her from where he was near the bathroom area.  "Take
down your panties Bethany."

"But, but I'm a girl.  You can't make a girl do that!"

"Yes Bethany, I can.  Your parent told you I would be in complete charge.
And what's fair for the boys is fair for the girls.  Now drop your
panties."

"No, I won't do it."

I once again lowered my voice so only she could here me, though I suspected
Todd could too.  "Bethany, don't make this worse that it has to be.  You
can either drop your panties on your own, or I will take them off of you,
and then double your punishment."

"You wouldn't dare."

I didn't say anything else.  I simple grabbed her by the arm.  I could
easily have gotten her panties down with her lying on her stomach, but I
thought that she should get the same treatment as Todd, since it was him
that she laughed at.  So I pulled her down on her back, and proceeded to
work her panties down, and made sure my fingers accidentally rubbed across
her nearly bald pussy as I did so.  I pushed them down so far that they
fell off her legs.  I then 'accidentally' pushed her outside leg off my
lap, spreading her legs wide so that everyone got a good view of her cunt.

Flipping her over onto her back, I gave her six slaps on her bare ass,
though not quite as hard as those I had given the boys.  She was crying and
screaming.  I stood her up and told her to put her panties back on.

I stood and moved towards the bathroom.  "Todd, do you mind if I use the
bathroom ahead of you?"

Todd glanced at my tented shorts, then looked up at my face with a small
smile.  "Sure, go ahead."

I went behind the curtain and just set for a minute, letting my erection
subside.  God, it was only a few hours since we had come in here, and
already I had seen three of the five kids mostly naked, and touched the
genitals of two of them, and all three of their cute little asses.  What
would the next days bring?

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Let me take a moment here and define the characters in the story for you:

Bob Ryan - 52 years old, still in good shape, having learned in 30+ years
of military service to exercise daily.

Jim and Nancy's kids: Todd - 13 years old, a blond-haired blue-eyed young
man, strong legs from playing a lot of soccer, a 3-inch cut penis with a
smattering of pubic hair around his cock, naked ball sack, just a whisp of
hair under his arms.  Alicia - 11-years-old, also blond but with hazel
eyes. A very pretty little girl, she got her looks from her mom.  Just
starting puberty, she has only a few light blond hairs around her little
pussy.

Dave and Donna's kids: Bethany - 13-years-old, dark brown hair with brown
eyes, she bares a striking resemblance to a young Kristy McNichol.  She has
been a late bloomer, and has only a little pubic hair.  Jonathon - at 14,
the oldest of the kids.  He has brown hair, almost black, with striking
green eyes.  His cock when hard is a nice five inches, and he's uncut.
Nathan - the youngest of our crew at 9-years-old is just a little cutie
that you want to cuddle like a little kitten.  He has the same hair and
eyes as his brother, something they both inherited from Dad.  His little
dick is maybe 2 1/2 inches when hard.  He has a lot of foreskin.

Hope you like part 2.  Is it starting to get interesting?  Stay tuned to
see what happens as our six characters try to Survive the Apocalypse.  Let
me know what you think by contacting me at crnhskrfn77@comcast.net.