Quaranteam Ch. 11-15

Both girls were quietly murmuring that familiar word, imprinting, over and over again.

It took Andy a few seconds to regain his composure, but once he finally did, he tucked his cock away beneath his boxers and jeans, zipping them up and rebuttoning them before he stood up and extracted himself from between them. He moved to lift Katie up onto the couch first, laying the girl out on it, before picking up Jenny, pushing her onto the couch with Katie, draping one arm over the Hispanic girl. Then he picked up an afghan laying in the room and covered them both up, for warmth as much as modesty. It wasn't freezing cold, but Halloween was next week, and California in October could get cold. He assumed the guest house had heating, but didn't even have the slightest idea how to turn it on. He was about to leave, then decided to scout the pool house out a little more. Sure enough, he found a thermostat, and noticed it was set to off, so he set the temperature to 70F and turned it from Off to Auto, hearing a heater kick on along the far side of the building. His work done, he decided to head back inside.

He stopped to look at the pool, marveling the fact that he had his very own swimming pool, something southern Californians might have in spades, but certainly came at a premium in the northern California area, where real estate was a scarcity. He'd had dreams of his works being optioned, turned into movies or some such, and hoped that they would make him oodles of money, but the books hadn't developed a big enough audience where Andy would've felt comfortable enough letting someone adapt his works while remaining faithful to what he'd written. A producer had once offered him ten grand for the rights in perpetuity for everything, offering Andy no creative influence, no backend profits and no altering of the deal if things performed well. Andy had, in response, made a Berry Gordy joke that he was sure went over the producer's head, then politely declined. He'd jokingly referred to it to his friends as the "you'll take our money, shut your mouth and like it" deal. But he didn't, he wouldn't and so he didn't have to.

In the end, he'd still ended up with a pool.

He continued heading towards the house, seeing Niko, wearing just one of his over-sized t-shirts, although he suspected she probably had panties on underneath. Her arms were crossed over her chest, so he couldn't be sure, but he thought that it was one of his Catherine Wheel t-shirts. It looked like the orange corners of the "Ferment" album cover peeking around her arms. "Morning, sleepyhead," he said, as he walked up towards her. "Everyone else up?"

"Ash was toweling off when I came downstairs and Lauren was just heading into the shower, so she should be down in a little bit," Niko said to him. If Aisling had fallen into the role of his girlfriend, Niko had worked herself into becoming his right hand woman. Aisling took care of him emotionally, and Niko seemed to enjoy making sure everything was humming along. She'd been the one to structure their packing, and made sure Andy didn't forget anything he would regret leaving behind. Sure, all of that stuff was being brought over, but Niko had made certain that Andy hadn't left anything truly important to other people. "Also, your newest girl is here. She's waiting in the living room. Well, the front living room. One of the front living rooms. The one closest to the door. I signed for her, figured you wouldn't mind. That's her car parked out front, and the Uhaul attached to it has the rest of the stuff from the condo."

"Nice." Andy was surprised another girl had arrived so soon, but the Major had made it clear that they would be coming at a steady rate until he was at capacity, which meant at least another nine or so, maybe even as many as thirteen more, although Andy had stressed to the Major that stopping early was absolutely fine. The Major had seemed to think that was funny. They'd walked inside of the house and headed towards the front living room. "What's her name?"

"Her name is..."

"TAYLOR!" Lauren's voice shouted as Andy and Niko walked into the room. Sitting on the couch was a young blonde, barely five feet tall, in a white muscle t-shirt that didn't cover all of her toned stomach, and a pair of jeans that looked like they were practically painted on. A denim jacket was draped over the back of the couch. The girl's hair was platinum blonde, bordering on white, clearly dyed or bleached, but had dark eyebrows, and Andy could see dark hair down at the roots. She had a gold belly ring and heavy Doc Martin shoes. Small diamond earrings adorned her ears, and around her right wrist was a gold bangle bracelet. Her lipstick was a bright pink. In fact, it was clear that the girl, who looked like she was in her early twenties, had spent a decent amount of time on both her outfit and her makeup, like she wanted to make a good first impression. It was also worth noting that she was more than a little buxom for her small height, the top strained over her large tits enough that Andy could make out a white bra on underneath it. If not for the dark roots, she almost reminded him a little of a smaller version of Lauren. Both girls had a bit of that 'I'm showing off for Instagram' vibe to them, although Andy would never have said it that way to Lauren. "Andy, no fucking way! I do not want that bitch in this house!"

The girl on the couch looked like she was about ready to break down crying, as Lauren loomed over her. His Aussie partner had put on a bit more than Niko, in that she was wearing yoga pants and a sports bra. "I'm sorry, Lauren," the girl, Taylor, said. "I'm so, so sorry, baby."

"Don't fucking 'baby' me, you whore!" Lauren shouted, turning to walk towards Andy. "This is intolerable! Figure it out!" Lauren kept walking right past him and headed towards the stairs, each step heavy, almost like she was trying to stomp her anger out. "FIGURE IT OUT!" she shouted from upstairs, just before he heard the bedroom door slam loud enough to rattle the house.

"I take it you know her?" Niko said to Taylor.

"Yeah," Taylor mumbled. "I'm her ex-girlfriend."

Chapter 13

Andy looked at Niko, then at Taylor, then back to Niko, unsure of what to say to anyone. "Look, Niko, can you figure out her side of the story?" he said, gesturing to Taylor. "I'm going to go talk to Lauren and find out what the hell is going on."

"Good luck, babe," Niko said, kissing his cheek.

"Tell her," Taylor said before stopping, biting her bottom lip in a pout, then starting again. "Tell her if she'll let me, I'll spend the rest of my life apologizing to her."

Andy didn't know what to say to that, so he walked out of the room and started heading to the stairs, trying to follow the sound he'd heard a minute or so ago of Lauren stomping off. Clearly there was bad blood here, but talking to Taylor first would only hurt Lauren's feelings, so he needed to check on his partner.

Once he got to the top of the stairs, he saw Aisling leaning against the outside of the master bedroom door, which was closed. "What's all this then?" she said, jerking her finger to the door. "Lauren stormed in here crying a minute ago and told me to go away."

"We just had a new girl show up, and apparently she used to be Lauren's girlfriend. I'm going to go talk to Lauren about it right now."

Ash raised her hand. "Are you sure about this, Andy?"

He shook his head with a sigh. "No, but I'm not going to sit around and do nothing, so I'm going in there."

"You want me to go in with you?"

Andy shook his head again. "No, better let me go in on my own."

"Don't have to tell me twice. Who's keeping an eye on the ex?"

"Niko's down talking to her. You're welcome to join her."

"I'll do that," she said, moving to kiss his cheek, much as Niko had done. "You're a good man, Andy Rook. I'm sure you'll figure it out."

"I think my spaceship knows which way to go. Tell..."

"She knows," Aisling giggled, as she strolled past him and headed to the stairs.

Andy moved to the bedroom door and considered knocking, but decided that it would only encourage Lauren to tell him to go away, so he simply opened the door and stepped in, closing the door behind him. He saw his Aussie partner sitting on the bed, her knees drawn up to her chest, her arms folded atop of them, her face buried against her arms. "Okay, Laur, tell me the whole story," he said, moving over to sit down on the bed.

"Taylor and I dated for about a year. She was even living with me for a few months, until one day I came home from work early and found her banging some guy in our..." She paused, wiping her eyes. "She was fucking some fella in *my* bed. I threw her out that night, and told her to pick her shit up the next day. I packed it up and left it in the hallway for her so I didn't even have to look at her. I haven't even seen her since."

"Okay. What do you want me to do here?"

"Do?" She curled her fingers together into fists before forcing herself to relax them. "What I want you to do is throw the bitch out on her ass and leave her to rot in the sun."

"I somehow think the Air Force will come pick her up and take her back, if that's what you want."

"She deserves a lot worse."

"Well, she's already been injected with the vaccine, so the urge for male cum is probably eating away at her pretty badly right now, and you know what that's like."

Lauren's face scrunched up. "It's a need, but it's not punishment."

"And if I send her away, I'm pretty sure the Air Force is just going to give her to someone else in New Eden, so it's not like I can make her just disappear," he said, sighing softly. "But you're the one with the history here. So you tell me what you want. Should I throw her out? Is that what you want?"

"What I want? What I want is for her to be punished and learn some fucking loyalty."

"Do you want to be the one to do that?"

Lauren rubbed her eyes again, then reached to take one of Andy's hands that had been resting atop of her knee. "What do you mean?"

"Phil told me that if a woman partakes of the cum of a man other than the one she's imprinted to, it can have... consequences. Dire consequences. Which means she's going to have to be loyal to our family, if you want her to be a part of it."

"She can't just come in without some retribution, Andy," Lauren said, shaking her head. "I won't let her just walk all over me like that."

"Lauren. Love. At this point, you have the upper hand. You hold all the power right now. Your ex is here, and more than anything she wants to stay here, it looks like. Right before I came up here, she said she'd do everything she could to spend the rest of her life apologizing to you, to try and make it up to you. Have you talked to her at all since you threw her out?"

"I didn't even talk to her *when* I threw her out, Andy!" Lauren said, tossing her hands up. "I just... the violation of trust hurt, so fucking much. She was the first... hell, she was the only girlfriend I've had here in the states. Well, before all of our family, anyway."

Andy really hadn't had that much experience with relationships, and he felt like he was being thrown into the deep end, so he decided to just speak from his heart and to not overthink it. "I can't tell you what to feel, Lauren. I can't tell you what to do. But whatever you want me to do here, I will," he said, pulling his legs up to fold them underneath him. "If you want me to send her away, I will. If you want me to bring her into the family, I will. If you want to bring her into the family, but punish her for what she did to you before, we can do that."

"How do I even punish her, Andy?"

"I don't know, Lauren!" he said, unfolding his legs as he scooted up onto the bed alongside her, pulling her head to rest on his shoulder. "I've never been cheated on before. Did you have any sign that it was coming?"

"I knew she was bisexual, but it hadn't been a problem before. At least, I don't think it had. She'd joked around about missing real dick from time to time, but that's all I took it as! Jokes!" Lauren snuggled up against him. "If it was that much of a problem, the bitch should've talked to me first before she went out trawling for cock!"

"She looked quite a bit younger than you, Laur. Maybe she was afraid you'd take it the wrong way, or get upset with her," he said. "Before any of this, I'd never dated a bisexual. I don't know what it's like to want two entirely different things from a partner."

"It's not really all that different from us, Andy, except for the bits and bobs. If you want something soft and gentle, you come to me. If you want something playful and fun, you go to Ash. If you want something wild and reckless, you go to Niko. If you want a mix, you mix and match."

"Don't think I notice you dodging my question."

"Strewth, Andy, I've forgotten even what it was."

"What do you want me to do here? You want me to send her away?"

Lauren bit her lip, thinking it over a moment, before she shook her head from side to side, not saying a word.

"Then you want me to bring her into the family?"

The question hung in the air exactly in the way that bricks don't. "Taylor and I were good together, so I think... I think we can be good together again, eventually, but that doesn't mean I want to let her off the hook for what she did." There was a soft knock at the door, and Andy looked down to Lauren, who called out. "Come on in."

The door opened and Aisling let herself in, closing the door behind her. "Well, nobody's been cut in half, so I think I'll take that as progress," she said, as she moved over to the bed. "Taylor's mostly been crying a bit in the living room, begging for the chance to apologize, to make it up to Lauren, to do whatever she can to get back into her good graces." Ash hopped up and smoothed a hand along Lauren's leg. "So what are doing? What was it Lily joked around about that one time?" She paused, trying to remember the phrase before a wicked grin spread on her lips. "Oh yeah. You want me to go cuntpunt the bitch?"

That made Lauren laugh, a short laugh at first, followed by a longer one, until Aisling was laughing with her, and eventually even Andy joined in. "Let's not get out of control," Lauren said. "I'm angry, but I'm not gonna condone violence."

"So I think we've figured out all the things we *aren't* going to do, but what *are* we going to do?" Andy asked.

Lauren sat up, drew in a long breath, then exhaled, as if resolved in her decision, as she slid off the bed. "Let's go. I don't want to say it all twice, so you can hear it when I tell Taylor."

The three of them headed back downstairs, and moved back into the living room, where Taylor sat, Niko sitting on a couch across from her. Taylor's eyes were red, her makeup running a little. She looked like she was about to say something, but Lauren raised her hand, signaling that she should be quiet, so Taylor didn't speak.

"Okay, Taylor, you've made it clear you want to get back with me, but I'm with Andy now, so I'm going to explain you what your three choices are, and you aren't going to say a fucking word unless you're asked a direct question. Understand?"

Taylor looked almost too scared to speak, but nodded in response.

"Good. Your first choice is that you can walk out that door and never come back. That's going to be the end result if you don't do exactly what I'm about to explain to you." Lauren gestured for everyone to take a seat, but remained standing while they did. "You fucking broke my heart, so if you think you get to just do that and come back without any consequences, you're out of your fucking mind. The next month is going to be one long test for you. After a week, I'm going to let Andy imprint you, assuming you make it that long, which I'm not sure you will."

"Imprint means he'll fuck you," Niko added, seeing the confused look on the girl's face.

"Exactly," Lauren said, continuing. "But to get to that point, you're going to have to prove exactly how sorry you are about what you've done. And you're going to do that by being the house bitch."

Andy arched an eyebrow, but knew better than to interrupt. Lauren seemed like she was on a roll, and all that pain that had been welling up inside of her was just pouring out.

"For the next month, you aren't going to wear any clothes around the house except for a dog collar. We'll keep the heat on in the house, so it won't be cruel, but you are going to be bare ass naked twenty-four hours a day, except for that dog collar. You aren't going to speak to anyone unless spoken to, and when you are spoken to, you will answer questions simply and directly, without opinion or embellishment, unless specifically asked. No phone. No contact with the outside world. No trying to explain yourself or talk your way out of it, which I know is going to be hell on wheels for you, because you do fucking love to talk. You will eat what and when I tell you that you can eat. You will sleep when and where I tell you that you can sleep. I'll be kind enough to let you use a toilet on your own, but that's the only fucking amenity you're going to get for the whole month. I'm probably going to make you eat your food out of a goddamn bowl, and make you sleep curled up at the foot of the bed like the bitch that you are."

Aisling chuckled a little bit, wondering to herself if the cuntpunt might've been less painful.

"Assuming you can make it a week like this, I'm going to let Andy fuck you while I'm present, but I'm going to make him be as rough and brutal as he can with you, and I'm only going to let him fuck two holes on you, your face and your ass. You don't get to put anything in your cunt for the whole month. Not Andy's dick, not a sex toy, not even your own fucking fingers. Now I know Andy likes dirty talk, and because I've learned to put my partner's needs above my own, when he's fucking you like a common whore, you're going to talk like one. In fact, it's going to be the only time when you're allowed to say more than a few words during the whole month. You are going to be the nastiest, filthiest gutter trash slut you can be while he's drilling your ass so hard you feel like he's got his dick in your stomach. You are going to put pornos to shame with how crass you're going to be. And you're going to have to love every fucking second of it, because if I doubt you for even a second, I will throw your ass into the back yard. All the gratitude you have at being given a second chance, you are going to pour that into convincing my man that you love being his fucking whore, his little bitch."

Aisling had settled on one side of Andy, Niko on the other, and Niko could tell Andy was a little apprehensive, so she took his hand and squeezed it gently, reassuringly.

"Now if you can make it until the end of the month, take your punishment like a woman and not complain one bit, then I will forgive your transgression and welcome you into the home. You can be a normal person again. You can be part of the family, a partner to me and Andy and Aisling and Niko. All of the month will be forgotten and you will be forgiven for breaking my heart last year. But I am not going to ever forget what you did, which leads me to your third choice."

Andy could hear Taylor's breath catch a little bit.

"If we bring you into this house, and you ever fuck around with someone outside of the family, and I mean fucking anybody, man or woman, and you will be fucking done here. We will banish you from the house and you will be fucking dead to us. Now you don't know what this vaccine's done to you yet, so let me tell you that if you have any fucking doubts about being able to stay faithful to this group of people, you should walk out that door right fucking now, because you will be doing yourself a favor. The only reason I'm not making you wait a month before getting imprinted is because you wouldn't fucking last that long. Shit, you may not even last the whole goddamn week."