Sergeant Foreman gains further insights into her Master's Past and makes an important request

A/N: It came to my attention after waking up that I accidentally copied/pasted an older version of my draft for this chapter that hadn't been automatically updated in the cloud due to an interrupted internet connection. Sorry about that if you already read it, but if it helps, it does mean that you get to enjoy a fairly expanded version of this chapter while I finish with work and find the time to get back into writing mode.

Finally, I want to mention two important things. The first is something I had technically already mentioned in-universe a long time ago, but it has been like 60 chapters or so since then, so it bears repeating: in this story, the zombie apocalypse started in the 2040s, not closer to the present day when I started with my branch. So, among other things, these chapters will cover references to things that happened or were developed in this alternate timeline that have not happened in ours, at least as of 2025. Some of these are just for fun and because I can, and others will be for more plot-relevant and technological reasons that will become more apparent later.

Secondly, these chapters cover a bit more of character insight into the MC, Michael, from Foreman's POV, so I hope you enjoy the revelations and implications therein.

Anyway, happy reading, and until next time.

Sergeant Foreman's POV

The damp towel slid over your skin, absorbing the last beads of water from your shower. You stood in the relative cool of the bedroom, the hum of the electric fan a steady drone against your back. Your gaze, however, was locked on the bathroom doorway, your mind far from the anticipated reward.

The showerhead had emitted only a weak, sputtering stream, but the pressure and running supply were truly still functional instead of nonexistent, and that made you frown, pondering. After all, before you had made it to the feast, you'd cornered Walter, and his confirmation had made you bite your bottom lip: he said that their building’s 3500-gallon internal tank of water wasn’t feeding the system. In fact, it was still at full capacity, their own reserves within the water tank so far untouched.

Therefore, you realized that this had to be municipally pumped water, low-pressure, sure, but still way better than nothing and undeniably from an outside source. This could only mean that early on, after the widespread societal collapse over the past week, some group somewhere had seized a water processing plant and had enough skilled manpower in the technical professions needed to deliberately maintain this fragile lifeline in the neighborhoods around them while simultaneously being able to repel assaults from nearby hordes, at least for the time being. And while it was convenient for them right now, you couldn't quell the line of thought that this kind of control in a city of the walking dead and of **** survivors was a big power move, creating dependency with every drop that may come back to haunt them.

You disliked unknown variables or the idea of having something as crucial for their continued, long-term survival as running potable water in the hands of a faction none of you know anything about. Whether their motives were altruistic or calculating, their control over such an utterly vital supply chain in their local theater of operation was a wild card of the highest order, and it could become a critical threat if they weren't careful.

So, simply put, they needed intelligence, and the sooner the better. As such, you decided that you would request to use one of the group's solar-powered drones to scout at the earliest opportunity. They needed to find that water source and to assess the strength and character of whichever faction controls it. A fact-finding mission was essential before your Master could make any informed strategic decisions, after all. Given the circumstances, an alliance would be preferable, but in the end, you know a good military mind never negotiated from a position of ignorance if they could at all help it.

Still, it was late, you were getting tired after everything you did that day, and you were sure your Master would be arriving soon, so you decided to file the watery concerns away for now and turn it into a pressing matter to bring up during tomorrow’s briefing.

And so, you continued to dry yourself softly and slowly under the fan, avoiding any fast exertion that would make you sweat again. Your eyes scanned your Master’s private bedroom, curiosity overriding your professional discipline now that he had granted you permission to enter his inner sanctum. The space was dominated by a large bed and an adjacent blue couch capable of seating 2 people positioned in front of a dormant 65 inch-wide flat-screen television that hung suspended from the wall. The TV itself was above a tall table with a sturdy-looking UHD 4K Blu-ray player and a large collection of movies, documentaries, and TV series in that high-resolution format, all neatly divided into 3 separate rows on different levels within the piece of furniture.

Based on all that and the rest of the larger-than-expected apartment for nearby college student standards and without a roommate at that, you had to assume your commanding officer's family had been fairly well-off before this madness started. It also seemed that he was willing to spend a bit more for comfort and privacy, a trait you found yourself appreciating almost as much as his good taste in television, after glancing at his collection of physical media with an approving nod and a growing smile, especially after you noticed that your Master had not only acquired the complete collection of 7 spin-off series of the Game of Thrones Shared Universe that had been produced by 2040 but also 4K discs for the more recently completed and absolutely amazing Star Wars: Knights of the Old Republic film trilogy.

And with increasingly more excited eyes, you realized that he had even collected the recently completed animated TV series that served as a prequel show to still vastly popular Avatar: The Last Airbender, the award-winning spin-off that focused on peerless badass Avatar Kyoshi herself, that you had been dying to watch but had been too busy to get to before the government collapsed.

"Some occasional movie-watching experiences would certainly be good for morale after we improve the odds of our safety and sustainability," you muttered before chuckling. "Better try to do what I can to help Nicholas and our new electrical engineer get what they need to organize our independent solar energy setup, then...for I NEED to see if the animated adaptation lives up to the hype of the book series that explored Kyoshi's past that I have loved so much since I was a little girl..."

Eventually, however, your eyes continued drifting across the room. The walls themselves were bare of posters and such and were painted a utilitarian grey, save for a mid-sized, but definitely full, bookshelf that drew your attention next.

Curious, you walked over, tracing your fingers across the spines of the bound texts. You were intrigued to discover it was mostly a large collection of various volumes on Ancient Roman history, from military campaigns and biographies to socio-economic structures and feats of engineering. Your brow raised further, however, when you spotted not only several interesting yet definitely more niche subject matters but also as you realized that the collection wasn't limited to the Late Ancient Republican period or just the early Imperium until the end of the Golden Age of Antonines, as was more common due to the narrow focus that was popularized by Hollywood.

In fact, there were more books covering the Crisis of the 3rd Century that saw their civilization's near collapse before they rose again through sheer tenacity and subsequent periods of late antiquity that tended to be less covered by pop culture than there were of their earlier, more famous golden ages. Hell, he even had a lot of books about the far more ignored surviving eastern half of the Roman Empire that eventually became known as the Byzantine Empire. And there were both timeless classics from ancient historians translated into English, as well as more modern scholarly works on these topics in this collection.

Looking down, you also noticed that between the bookshelf and the bed itself was a single framed photograph above the nightstand to provide the only additional personal touch to the decorations: a photo showing an 18-year-old or so Michael, from the looks of it, smiling, hugging what you had to assume was his mother and sister in front of a sun-bleached sign that said "Welcome to San Diego."

The juxtaposition of the scholarly texts, the family moment, and the willingness to keep growing his high-quality physical media collection where his entertainment is concerned, even when streaming services used to dominate the ratings far more before the dead rose, combined with the otherwise stark walls all around...it created a puzzling portrait in your mind about the man who held your life and loyalty in his hands.

Still...if you had to guess, not just from the contents of the library but due to the themes of heroism and competence in the face of warfare and chaos found in his taste in movies and TV series...it seemed to you that your Master appears to have long-since developed a deep interest in historical periods of struggle. But those would be struggling, chaotic periods of a very specific variety: those that nevertheless had managed to produce capable men and women who fought as hard as they possibly could to rebuild what they could in order to slow down or even avert periods of civilizational decline.

As such, you scratched your chin, unable to stop yourself from wondering how far your Master could go now that he was in a position to try and do the same in their new era of civilizational collapse they had abruptly found themselves in. Regardless, you found yourself relieved that his hobbies had apparently made him think about such matters long and deep for a long time. It may explain some of his sense of responsibility and duty, as well as the impression of pragmatic conscientiousness he had given you.

After all, how many men did she use to know that would not be constantly, dangerously distracted by a desire to have constant orgies now if they had found themselves in a similar position of authority over all the women in this building? If she were honest with herself, none came to mind, but her Master seemed to prefer to make sure they had improved their position in more ways than one and be as sure as they can be that they won't be endangered in the times he wants to indulge himself before allowing himself to satiate his lust upon them, as was his absolute right.

As you reflected on that line of thought further, you had to admit that you were becoming increasingly glad of that fact. It would be far worse for their group if they had a far more short-sighted, selfish Master unable to keep it in his pants while the world burned around them, especially as they would still have to obey him in that case, even as he increased the risk to their lives. But it seemed that Master Michael was mindful enough to treat sex as a way to reward himself for a job well done through the day, perhaps to keep himself extra motivated to improve their situation quickly.

Either way you felt that that approach from your considerate and thoughtful Master may go a much longer way than the alternative when it came to keeping them alive so you certainly weren't complaining, even if you were sure from his vague hints and knowing smirks that the time had come for you to satisfy his sexual needs in a hopefully mutually enjoyable way...

As if on cue, however, your deep ruminations were interrupted when you heard a soft knock at the door. Your head snapped up as your heart suddenly skipped a beat in anticipation. “Come in,” you called out, sounding slightly more flustered than you had intended.

The door opened to reveal the supreme commander of your body and mind. He offered you a warm smile before his gaze lingered on your almost completely nude form, partially covered by the blue towel. You didn’t even bother to cover up, having anticipated that your Master intended to reward you sexually. Frankly, even if you had **** in the matter, if he were to ask, you were looking forward to it anyway, especially after your conversation with Sergeant Garcia about the time he ordered her mind to enjoy having sex with him despite her lesbian nature during their first night together.

That revelation had intrigued you, and your horny mind, starved of sex for years now, had been hoping you would get the chance to make a request of him. As if on cue, your Master asked if you had any questions for him, another knowing smirk on his lips. Deciding quickly that you could satisfy your curiosity about his interest in such serious scholarly classics about Ancient Rome, some other time, you decided to get on with it and lay the groundwork for your request.

"Are you planning to use your power over my mind to make me sexually attracted to women from now on as well?" you asked slowly.

Michael blinked rapidly at that. Clearly, he hadn't expected you to lead with that question. He tilted his head as he looked at you before opening his mouth. "The thought has crossed my mind, yes," He admitted.

Then he bit his bottom lip, a flash of guilt crossing his eyes before sighing and bowing his head. "I had something else in mind for the reward I mentioned," He told you, "but if you would rather avoid that, you could have your reward be asking me not to order such a shift in your sexuality instead, if the mere idea disgusted you, that is. After all, I had meant it when I said that I wanted to reward and please you tonight for your good work, so it would be hypocritical of me to ignore your wishes on such matters at the same time.

He clearly looked guilty, worried, and empathetic for a moment there, and you immediately felt a wave of affection for your Master at his caring response, decided to drop your towel to the floor as an answer, and allowed him to take a good look at your aroused and flushed naked body. You still felt that you were far from the prettiest soldier in your squad, but that opinion seemed to have been lost on your Master, if his sharp intake of breath as he looked at you in pleasantly surprised appreciation was any indication.

"Thank you for your consideration, sir," you said in a grateful tone, "but I didn't ask you about that to express my disgust with the idea."

You took a deep breath before starting to explain that while you had always been straight your entire life, you had been curious about the idea of having sex with women ever since you discovered that two of your teammates were in a secret relationship together. It's just that you thought it would never live up to your standards because, while you have only had a few boyfriends in your whole life and you hadn't had sex in almost three years before this madness, you knew enough about yourself to know that even in your most furious masturbation sessions, you didn't really "bark that way" naturally.

"But then Garcia told me that you had ordered her to become very sexually attracted to you last night, and that it worked like a charm," you went on. "So, I was hoping I could ask you to make me fully bisexual so that I could truly enjoy lesbian sex when the possibility presents itself. Particularly with some of the other objectively beautiful women that you also own...assuming my Master has no problem with that, that is."

Michael chuckled merrily at that, the tension in his shoulders melting away. "I am beginning to love your brilliant mind more and more, Foreman...and in more ways than one if we are honest," He added while giving your breasts and your cunt an intense once over.

You blushed at that but still felt like smiling in response as you awaited your Master's verdict.

He seemed to think about it for a bit before raising his gaze to meet your eyes. "I will be glad to grant you that request, Foreman, but there will be two major conditions attached before I can accept," He stated. "The first one is that I would also order your mind to only be able to get sexually attracted to one member of the male gender, and that that would be me," he said, elaborating that, frankly, he had been getting a bit possessive about some of the women he had claimed, especially the unmarried ones from his military guard.

"And you see, while I'm not exactly in a hurry to have children until we've secured our position and become way more self-sufficient," he continued, "if children do come, there are certain women I own that I want to be completely sure will only be capable of getting pregnant with my kids and not with those of anyone else. After all, getting paternity DNA tests won't be exactly easy or even possible as an option anywhere near soon, most likely," He reasoned. "So, I would rather hedge my bets, so to speak, and make sure you will only ever want to fuck me and no other man."

You blinked rapidly at that, but before you could fully process that demand, your Master went on.

"The second condition is for you to agree to let me also order your then newly bisexual mind to become polyamorous by nature and unable to feel jealousy, be it romantic or sexual, from any woman I own that I will also bed or if we are talking about in your own independent relationships with other women that I own," he declared. "The reason being, I don't want you to be distracted by destructive jealousy. Our group would suffer for it one way or another if that happens, and I want you at your best, both in the dangerous situation and staying sharp and on top of our logistics. Harmony and trust are of utmost importance for efficient inter-group dynamics after all, especially when we are beset on all sides by constant dangers and we can't rely on the measures of security and deterrence that used to be provided by the state."

You thought about his terms for a long moment, deciding it sounded mostly pragmatic even if you blushed at some of the implications of the reasoning, such as the pregnancy certainty one. Regardless, it's not like you were really attached to any of your male exes, and that was assuming they still lived. And besides, if you were to only be attracted to a single man for the rest of your life, the man that owned every inch of your currently naked body and commanded your loyalty, already made the most sense of them all.

"I can live with those terms," you finally said after hesitating for a moment.

Before long, though, you shook your head and took a deep breath, trying to mentally center and prepare for what was to come, so to speak. Then, you exhaled and asked him to proceed, your voice dripping with confidence and commitment.

Master Michael started granting your request immediately, being very specific as he verbally bent your sexuality to his will. "From this moment forward, your sexual attraction will also encompass women," he stated, his voice affecting you more directly as if his words were trying to vibrate beyond your eardrums. "As a newly bisexual woman, you will find them desirable, especially if you know I own them too, and the thought of intimate contact with them will arouse you. This attraction will feel natural and fulfilling to you, and you will revel in having sex with such women as long as you have their consent to engage in lesbian acts with them."

You shuddered as your mind was soon flooded with visions of lesbian sex with women you knew. From Garcia’s strong, compact body, Lieutenant Mills offering her large breasts for you to suck on, of Zhang's oriental beauty being magnified as she stripped before your mind's eye, of Vanders smirking as you munched hard on her naturally blonde pussy, etc. These visions of arousing beauty left your bare pussy dripping wet and your breath caught in your throat. On top of it all, the images somehow felt both foreign and intensely familiar, as if a dormant part of you had been violently, wonderfully awakened.

"Furthermore," he continued, his green eyes holding yours with a fiery intensity, "I am the sole focus of your heterosexual desire. No other man will ever stir your lust or trigger romantic feelings in you. You will still be capable of making male friends and appreciate those that earn your respect, but the concept of fucking another man other than me will never again hold any appeal to you."

You shuddered, practically feeling a major, seismic shift locking itself in a place deep within your psyche. The world of men seemed to dim, their forms becoming neutral in your memories of old fantasies that used to turn you on, while your Master's presence seemed to brighten, radiating a magnetic, exclusive pull. "And finally," he added, his voice commanding, "you will feel no jealousy of any woman I own. You will gladly share any of these woman who allow you to fuck them with their other, respective partners. For I decree that polyamory, especially lesbian polyamory, delights you so much that your pleasure will be compounded by witnessing the pleasure of other women I own, and my attention to such women will only bring you satisfaction, not strife or envy."

You sighed deeply as profound calm settled over you, the potential for distracting, useless jealousy under such parameters evaporating like mist. The idea of him having sex with you and the rest of your team at the same time suddenly sparked only a cascade of exciting, collaborative possibilities. "Thank you for this grand reward, Master," you breathed, your voice husky with newfound want. "I can't wait to lick pussy and thanks to you, now I know for sure that I will REALLY enjoy it..."You trailed off, feeling an unprecedented sense of liberation and desire.

Your Master smirked at that, a pleased and amused expression on his face. "You won't have to wait long for that...but first things first. After all, I did say that I had another reward in mind for you tonight when I came in, didn't I? That means I am not done."

And as if waiting for that cue, a soft knock echoed from the door.

A/N: I actually have the next few chapters mostly ready by now, but frankly, I would really appreciate some additional comments/feedback before I post them to let me know that at least some of you still care at this point, given the underwhelming response to my recent update binge. Regardless, I hope to see you soon for the next update, but really, some additional feedback would likely motivate me to type faster.

Until next time, and happy reading.

EDIT TO THIS ORIGINAL AUTHOR NOTE:

Thanks for answering the call in the comments, guys. Much appreciated. I will try to finish as quickly as I can after in thanks. Until then.