Make sure the other new women he already claimed are settled in

You stood at the threshold of the newly assigned apartment for the Parker couple, your hands in the pockets of your jeans as you looked around. The fourth-floor apartment was bathed in the soft glow of the late afternoon sun, the golden rays dancing on the polished wooden floor from the windows.

The space was fairly spacious, with a living room that opened into a small kitchen, and two bedrooms tucked away at opposite ends. And as it turns out, you had made sure to clear out any remnants of the previous occupants earlier that day when you ordered Sergeant Foreman to lead the efforts to make an inventory of all the various goods and resources that were stored in every floor, leaving the apartment as a blank canvas for the Parkers to make their own.

Jane, with her strong, athletic build, was the first to step inside, her dark eyes scanning the room. She looked around, for a couple of minutes of intense concentration taking in the details, before letting out a soft sigh of relief. "It's perfect, Master Michael. Thank you."

You smiled, glad that you could provide them with some semblance of normalcy in this chaotic world. "I'm glad you like it, Jane. And what do you think, Clara?" You asked, turning to Jane's wife. "Better than sleeping in a tent, right?" You joked, trying to lighten the mood.

Clara chuckled, her eyes crinkling at the corners as she looked around. "Definitely better than sleeping in a tent, and much safer, too," she agreed. We really appreciate it."

You waved a hand, dismissing the thanks. "No problem. I gave you my word that I would let you have one of the unoccupied apartments in advance so that you could have more privacy. Just remember that now I will expect you to put in more extra hours of service to contribute to the collective betterment of our group in some shape or form to pay back this favor."

Then you paused for a moment as you considered your next words.

"Which leads me to another point, actually," you went on. "I know you said that you and your friends knew how to make single-use guns, and while I am sure that skill set will be useful before too long, right now we have way more firearms and ammo than all of us will likely be able to spend in a month, even if we have to face hordes every day," you remarked. "So, tell me, do you have other work experience?"

Jane was the first to nod vigorously. "I was actually a firefighter before this madness started, so I have a lot of experience putting down dangerous fires under pressure, and I am competent at performing first aid on the field, if I say so myself. But mainly, I specialized in urban search and rescue," she explained. "Give me an axe, some protective gear, and some good intel, and I will be able to extract anyone I can physically carry from a burning building or some other disaster zone, you mark my words," she declared with conviction.

Clara nodded in quick agreement. "It's true. Her record speaks for itself."

You raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "We have some soldiers around here but not a firefighter, and definitely not one that specializes in search and rescue. Your talents could definitely come in handy. And what about you, Clara?"

"Well," she said slowly. "I am not much of a fighter or one who has had reason to face danger on the job often, but I am a professional masseuse, so I can definitely provide my services to the members of your group to make them feel better and deal with back pains, especially those that exerted themselves most after a long day fighting zombies."

You smiled at that. "Now that sounds rather ideal. Great suggestion. I will be sure to coordinate with my guard to set up the first shift of massages soon. I am sure they will love it, and you are right, this should help manage their physical exertion better so that they can get back to 100% more quickly. Most useful and definitely a service worthy of payment in trade."

"Especially if I command her to also enjoy giving them "happy ending" massages too when they ask," you thought to yourself while trying to keep the sudden lust from your poker face.

"I am glad you approve, Master," Clara said with a smile of relief. "I will work hard to earn my place among your ranks. Don't worry, everyone in this building will soon discover that my fingers are magic."

You chuckled at that before deciding to keep a sensual joke that came to mind to yourself. "Well, I will leave you to it then. I will have someone let you know when the feast will be ready. Enjoy your new apartment."

You nodded to the Parkers one last time before turning and walking away. You had left them to settle in, knowing they would need some time to make the place their own. You continued down the hall of the same floor, your hand brushing against the wall, and paused at the door of the apartment you had granted Laurel, Kira, and Sophia earlier.

You knocked, and the door swung open, revealing a curvy, dark-haired woman with a smile that could light up the darkest room. "Master Michael," Laurel said, her eyes shining with gratitude. "This apartment that you gave us is wonderful. Thank you again."

You smiled back at her. "Don't mention it. You are members of my group after all, and like I said, I vowed to take care of you to the best of my ability as my part of the social contract that we have established between owner and owned. How is Sophie settling in?"

Laurel grimaced a bit. "Thrilled to be here and glad that Carlos is dead but still suffering a bit of PTSD from the nasty experience that was being that ****'s sex **** these past few months. I was actually wondering if you could use your ownership over her mind to help ease her trauma."

You blinked rapidly at that, especially given the irony of the situation. "Oh. Well, maybe, maybe not. I can't say I have tried that before. But I can give it my best shot if you want me to."

"Sure, but it would be best to try that later," Laurel replied. "Sophia is currently taking her time to shower. I am guessing she wants to cleanse herself hard. In the meantime, is there anything I can do to serve you, Master?"

You stared at the gorgeous Latina with darkened eyes and nodded, deciding that you had been patient enough. "I want to fuck you long and hard," You said simply and to the point. "Do you mind?"

"Of c-course not," Laurel stammered, her cheeks flushing pink with desire. "I'm yours forever, remember? That means my pussy is yours to penetrate as you see fit."

"Good to hear," you growled. "Now, let's take it to your new bedroom. Time to christen that king-sized bed."

Laurel moaned at that and immediately turned around, leading the way to the master bedroom she intended to share with her girlfriend, Kira. But first, she had a master to satisfy atop it.

And you were going to make damn sure she enjoyed submitting to your every desire every step of the way...

A/N: Just so you know, I will be adding more chapters soon that will focus on bios for the new recruits and characters so that you can all keep track of them more easily when you want to refresh your memories about them.

Until then, though, I hope you enjoyed this one, and if so, please remember to review. See you at the next one soon.