SPACE FLIGHT (The Projects)
This story line is restored, because it spills over into so many other stories.
For an account of the initiation of this story, check on the posting on this site: THE JIMMY BENSON SAGA, PART 3
Five well-dressed businessmen walk through a nonde unmarked steel door on a busy street full of shops and professional businesses. The entrance area for the door is only wide enough to accommodate a regular steel door and a steel reinforced jamb. All of it was steel-gray in color. There was nothing that would lead a passerby to think of it as at all significant, and no hint of what was behind it, either.
The five had no inkling of what was to face them upon their entry. They simply knocked on the door and as if by magic, it opened with no one in sight on the inside. The door led to a long and narrow hallway, which in turn opened up on the other end by another steel door into some kind of ante room. There were exactly five chairs in this room, and a very bright-eyed receptionist sitting behind a desk with a mega-watt smile.
“Gentlemen, please take a seat. If you will be patient for a few moments, the BOSS will be with you shortly.”
That was all she said, and her attitude after delivering this invited no quest-ions upon their part. The men settled down in their chairs, but not all that patiently. These men were used to others doing their bidding, and having others wait upon them, not the other way around. There was some murmuring and fidgeting, while they waited. They probably wouldn’t have been in such a hurry, if they knew at this point, that at least one of them was probably not going to re-main alive after the next 24 hours.
After exactly fifteen minutes, which seemed like hours to the men, the inner door opened and the BOSS came out to greet them and to invite them into an inner meeting room off of a long corridor with many entrances, but few doors. If this is a place of secrets, the missing doors said a lot about the security of this place and the trustworthiness of the employees. That for some reason was very unsettling to the businessmen. They knew how hard it was to contain secrets, even with the most discreet of employees. The BOSS must have some kind of mega hold on these people that work under him. If so, what does that mean for them?
As they filed into the meeting room, the BOSS took a single seat with no desk in front of five chairs in a single semi-circle arc in front of him. He let them find their own seats and gain a measure of calm and self-confidence, before he set about to permanently destroy both. As the last one settled down and fixed his attention on the BOSS, the atmosphere seemed to be somewhat chillier in the room. No one but the BOSS knew if this was due to an actual drop in temperature in the room, or just from the silent imposing of the BOSS’s will on them. But, it definitely sobered these high-powered businessmen and fixed their eyes on him.
The BOSS then spoke, “Good afternoon, gentlemen. Thank you for coming. (Like they had any choice.) You will eventually notice that I am not really physically here, but am represented by a hologram. Quite well done, if I might say so. You may derive some insinuations by this fact. Actually, from now on, everything that happens will have only one purpose. To prepare you for a great undertaking, or turn you over to an undertaker. It will be entirely each one of your own choice. But, I will make sure of the determination of each of you. No precipitous decisions here.”
“The location of this facility is known to all interested parties, either for or against this undertaking. It has no address and is on no maps, not even GPS. But, its location is not a secret, but what is behind the door is secret. Many parties would give vast sums to know anything of what goes on here. We have a rather draconian way of keeping such info away from them. You will see a manifestation of that in a while. By-the-way, there are only two entrances/exits into this place and I am the only one that know the location of the second one.”
“Now to introduce each of you to the others. Yes, I know that you each have some familiarity with the others here, but this is a formality that I insist on. To the far right is Paul Monitor, the CEO of Mainstay Metals. Next to him is Frederick Pohlstein, the owner/manager of Tropical Petroleum. In the middle is Margaret Homestead, the current CEO of Big Blue Software. Next to her is Doctor Freddie Chan, the head of the Science Department of Carlton University. And last on the right is Manfred Butler, the CEO of Mega-Business Bank.”
“Each of you and your companies represent essential assets necessary for the completion of the great undertaking, known simply as THE PROJECT. You will be joined by, or in some cases replaced by other assets as we need them. This is a huge undertaking, the largest of human history. It will eat up my whole fortune, valued at 34.5 billion dollars, and many times that in other funds. If this succeeds, I will see many times my investment in return, as will all persons and institutions that invest in it. Many others will lose all that they have for not doing so. Hence, the opposition that they offer.”
“At this point, only three people in the whole world know what the true nature of this venture is. I am one. The President of the U.S. is another and the third will remain secret for the time being. Each of you will only know about your part of the venture, and are not free to share any of your information amongst yourselves or with anyone else, either. We have the aid of all of the secret services to insure this and an active bureau of our own that is truly nasty. The repercussions for revealing ANY part of this, even its existence are truly dreadful, and not just for you as an individual.”
“I guess that I have scared and upset each of you enough for now. Well, maybe not, but let’s move on. Please line up quickly in single file, starting with Paul, remaining in the order that you are currently in. There was a brief flash and an oath by Freddie as he had dawdled about joining the line, thereby delaying the obedience of others. This was emphasized by a heat laser that placed a very pain-ful, but not debilitating lesion on his hand. Freddie knew better than to say any-thing, and the others merely took note of it.”
“Now, you will be led by arrows in the floor to the next station of your journey here. There you will entirely disrobe and take a shower together. Yes, you too Margaret. She is a real trooper, and will probably be less embarrassed by this than you guys will be. No need to stare at her, since I will now let you know that she is a truly fine looking woman. “
The five walked briskly down the hallway, with Margaret in the middle, following the moving arrows in the floor. No more dawdling now! They quickly doffed their clothing and then in the same order entered the showers, which were not an unpleasant experience, especially with a very pretty woman present, who seemed very comfortable with her body and also with their attention upon it. When the spirited cleansing was done, they again filed out in the same order and put on the very comfortable bath robes offered to them. The BOSS noticed all of this and was very happy with the initial progress in their assimilation into THE PROJECT.
They were now led by the same arrows to the next station of their odyssey. Others of the facility paid them no attention at all as they moved past them on their assigned responsibilities. The next room that they entered had five pedestals, each with a beaker containing a clear liquid.
The BOSS’s voice rang out, “Each of you take one of the beakers and drink it. It has no taste at all. It is part of our security protocol and will have no effect on you as long as you observe the security of this site and project.” The five looked at each other and remembering the lesion, immediately drank the liquid. Only the BOSS knew that it was only water. But, this was another of the training proto-cols, and everyone was doing fine, so far.
With the infusion of the liquid, it was expected that some or all of them would have to use a bathroom, and so one was provided for them, unisex. They all shrugged, did their business and moved on.
Next they moved into a large room with a long table, with three chairs on each side of it. The table was about twenty feet long and eight feet wide. It had a raised backless couch situated in the center of it and two gorgeous young girls, one black and the other white standing at each end of the table facing each other with very sober expressions in their eyes. And they were naked and still. They took no notice at all of the five. The five were first stunned and then enthralled by them, yes even Margaret who was bi-sexual.
They took their chairs, with only one variation from the order practiced up to now. Margaret was in the center seat on one of the sides the farthest from the door. Natural male protective protocol in place, THE BOSS noticed and approved.
When they sat down, six servers came in with a light wine and a very delightful dessert. It was too early for a regular dinner at this time. The ‘holo’ of THE BOSS took one of the seats with the five. Evidently to balance the two sides of the table. As they enjoyed their wines and dessert, the two ladies on the table began to dance sinuously and to move together to the middle of the table where the couch was located. When they arrived there, they began to caress and kiss each other. Their hands upon each other’s modest sized breasts and cunnies.
This was followed by the collective held breath of the five, and a definite reaction in each of their nether regions. The wine glasses were put down, not emptied and the dessert was left uneaten as they were mesmerized by the scene before them.
The black girl reclined on the couch and the white girl moved up to take her place between her legs. She very graciously caressed the black girl’s clit and pussy region, and then moved on to her anal region. Then she lowered herself to hovering over the black girl reversed in attitude, so that each had their mouth at the other’s privates. The licking began in earnest, then. Each on the other. It was obvious that it was effecting them, since the presence of cum from each of them was evident. They each licked this up for the other. Then their mouths moved to the other’s anus and gave it the same attention, even sticking their tongues in-side.
After a few minutes of this, the girls were glowing and had a slight reddish tinge to their skin. Their bellies and legs were getting very agitated, and then they both bucked up and let out a moan and then relaxed in each other’s arms.
The five were quite agitated themselves, but after what had happened since their entry into this testing facility, they couldn’t help wondering, what was the point of this? It couldn’t be just for their entertainment! And, of course, it wasn’t.
As soon as the girls got their breaths back, they rose up to take a position facing each other on the couch on their knees, with their arms around the other. Then with one hand each on opposite sides, they reached under the couch and pulled up a small pistol each. They kissed and then put the gun in each other’s mouth and with a tear in their eyes, pulled the triggers. The guns went off simultaneously and the girls dropped dead off of the couch. Evidently the guns were of small caliber, since there was little blood. But, it was easy for the five to see that they really were dead. And yes, they really were.
“These two ladies were trusted employees of this facility. They had been here for some time and were fully aware of the security protocols in force here and of the threat of dire consequences if they violated them. One of the girls told her boyfriend and the other told her parents. All of the adults involved are now deceased. As you are witnesses of the fact of the dismissal, perhaps you might note that it was accomplished with some sympathy for the violators. But, it was accomplished, none-the-less.”
The five now stood up, with no desire to touch the wine or dessert. Each was shaken to their very souls over what had just taken place. For the first time in this process they each were very afraid of what this could mean for themselves and for their families. Yes, they got the message in this lesson.
The arrows on the floor now began to be active again and the five trooped out of the hall with very downcast eyes and hearts. They each wondered, what next? Could it be any worse than this? Oh yes, it can! As they were about to find out.
The arrows moved them into another room, a dark one with a circle of five chairs with an inside diameter of the circle of about fifteen feet. They each took a chair with a cloud of dread hanging over their heads. They hardly could bring themselves to look, when a metal chair with a young girl strapped to it was then brought into the room. She was gagged and blindfolded, and obviously very distressed.
THE BOSS now spoke again with great sadness, “This is my oldest daughter, Ginny. She is the light of my life, my best friend in the world. She is very sweet and has done nothing seriously wrong in her whole life. She is only 16 years old, and I will spend the rest of my life trying to undo what I am going to have done to her this evening. She has no idea of what is going to take place, just a dread of what it might be.”
“Now for the lessons of this visit, so far. They have been designed to weld you into a very close team that is obedient to the extreme and aware of the dangers that would come if you disobey any directive given to you from us, or reveal ANYTHING about this project to anyone.”
“The next lesson is the worst of all. For this project to succeed, it is going to have to have the most self-sacrificing spirit ever shown by any sizeable group of humans ever gathered together. Everything that we have, even our loved ones might need to be sacrificed to accomplish it. The only comfort in all of this is that if we succeed, not only will we all be filthy rich for generations to come, but perhaps nothing like this will ever have to happen again. I sure hope not!”
“Now each of you will be asked to do unspeakable things to this young girl. It will all be recorded for posterity, if they will be able to watch it. And it will be evidence against you in any trial of all of us, if this whole project collapses, which there will be danger of at several of the steps needed to bring it to completion. A certain amount of inspiration there, don’t you think?”
“Now the door will be closed. It is the only one that is workable in this entire facility on the inside, except for the few that you have encountered. There will be no escape for her or for any of you. And the lasers in here are much more powerful than what Freddie encountered with his hand.”
“You will each doff your robes and lay them behind your chairs. Paul, you will move to Ginny’s chair and remove all of the restraints upon her. And she can’t hear any of the talk between us, no not even her own screams, since we gave her an injection that deadens her hearing temporarily. Also, there is no place for her to run from in here. So that will add to her terror.”
With this started an absolute night of terror for Ginny and the five. They were called upon to slap, beat, rape and nearly kill the little girl. Each of the guys had to have intercourse with her, and she had to give them blow jobs. She had been a virgin before this started this night. Margaret had to join in and do as much as she could, including using a dildo in Ginny’s mouth, vagina and ass. To get Margaret more into the spirit of the activity, she too was fair game for the sexual adventures here, and all of the guys had her and the girl several times before it was done.
Each of the guys had to dump a load into Ginny more than once, at least one of them up her ass, another in her mouth and also her vagina. She was afloat with cum, and Margaret had to help lick and drink all of the cum from the little girl. They also battered her body, with biting of her mouth, neck, breasts, clit and labia. The blood from all of this had to be licked off of Ginny. Ginny was forced to drink her own urine and eat her own excrement.
This lasted for three hours and then was suddenly called to a halt. Medics came in and rushed Ginny off to the hospital. The five walked very somberly back to the showers. And they cried in each other’s arms as the warm waters cleansed them of the filth from their labors, but it could not reach the hurt in their hearts or minds.
At his remote location, THE BOSS sat very still, almost dead in his heart. If there had been any other way to accomplish this, he whimpered. To destroy the soul of the person who was the closest to him in his life. But, he was going to have to ask others to do the same. So, he also had to be prepared. He just hoped that Ginny would be able to recover some of the sanity that she had enjoyed in her life. Unlikely that she would ever be happy again.
“Well,” he thought, “one more thing to do today.”
The five were now directed back to the first office that they had met up with THE BOSS in. They sat in their chairs totally beaten down. But, soon they would rise up to do their part of the venture. They needed to see the value in what they had just endured.
“There will be no apologies for what you five have endured during this meeting. It was the least that was needed to occur to meld you into this effort. But, there is one more thing. There is a spy amongst you. One of you was turned by the opposition, between the time that you were selected and that you showed up today. Not totally that person’s fault. None of you had been tempered like steel yet.”
“And the person is,…………….Freddie. And we all know what the consequences of that would be!”
Before Freddie could plead his innocence, the laser spewed out its gout of fiery light and Freddie simply disappeared into a very small mound of ashes.
The four remaining ones were first horrified and then angry that one of them had endangered this project. The commitment in their eyes was easily seen now. They were now fully assimilated into THE PROJECT and would do anything to help move it along. There would be no leaks from this group, even if they were grabbed by the opposition. Other methods were being prepared for them to back this up, and after what they saw THE BOSS do, not even the real threat to their families would turn them. Ginny’s torment would be one of the greatest sacrifices ever given to this project.
It would stand alongside Freddie’s sacrifice. Though it was always possible that Freddie actually had been turned. Possible, but not likely.
The young man walked across the media room, with all of the screens active on various channels and people studiously ignoring them while they worried at their computer monitors. None of them looked up as he passed by. On the other side of the room, was a door that said: Don Mason, Editor. Nothing else. Harrison wondered how long that would last with the general feeling that print media was on its last legs. It gave him a bit of a creepy feeling that he was learning to feed dinosaurs in an emerging mammal era.
He opened the door and entered into a very small ante room, with a very small lady at the receptionist’s station. She looked up and motioned for him to sit down on the very small chair pushed into a cramped corner. Meant to instill humility, he wondered. He sat there with his thoughts for several minutes, when a buzzer went off and she motioned him towards the inner door.
“Please have a seat Mr. Fromag, I will be with you in a moment.” With that the editor continued his conversation, not caring that he was there to hear it. It was obvious that it was about him, and he had no idea of who was on the other end. “Yes, he is here. Actually, I think that he is the perfect fit for this assignment. It may be the last time that the print media will have a substantial effect on the Presidential race. He writes very well, and is honest and a deep researcher. Yes, he has had nothing nationally noteworthy on his record yet. But, neither did I at his age. I believe that you said that it was my call, and I am calling it,” said with more than a little irritation.
“Yes sir, I will keep you up on his progress. But, it is likely to be only a side-show at this point, anyway. Okay sir, I will talk to you later.”
After a few minutes of calming down, Mr. Mason looked down to Harrison. The chairs were situated so that any employee who came into this office always had to look up at him. So obvious. But, it was with a mild and respectful tone that Don addressed Harrison. “I am going to address you as Harr from now on. It saves syllables you know and we sell space here.” He actually smiled as he said that. Harrison smiled cautiously in return. “And in any vocal discussions between us you will use the name Don, for me.”
“I have chosen you for an important assignment concerning the upcoming presidential election for 2016. As you know, there is a growing antipathy among the electorate for the major parties after the obamacare/budget debacle. The people of this nation are ready for people who are ready to do something, not just sit on their asses and collect their paychecks while the nation spirals down. So, it seems that there will be a lot of new faces appearing on the horizon, from the 2014 elections right through the 2016 presidential election. And the feeling among many is that this might be the best chance of an Independent to make a significant run at the ‘big house’ ever.
“So, I am assigning you to a number of independent candidates who might be able to make a large splash on the national scene. Amongst them is one nominally Republican Junior Senator from Wisconsin, Mason Heartskill, who really operates as an Independent and is being courted by several of the chief players in the Independent ranks.
I personally think that he is their rising and leading star. But, I want you to give the others on the list that I will give you equal effort in the first analysis that you do. I want you to do deep background research and when you have a good view of each of them come back and report to me and then we will decide where to go from there.
Until that time, you are hereby relieved of all other assignments and responsibilities. You have virtually unlimited resources to accomplish your goal, subject only to my approval. And you report only to me. No promotion at this time, sorry. But, this could be right up your alley, and no telling where it could lead.”
“Now, go get laid, drunk or stoned or whatever else floats you boat and start tomorrow!”
That night, Harr began his research into Heartskill. He knew right from the first that this was the real assignment. He would soon come up with an excuse to focus only on him, which is really what Don wanted anyway. Al-ways Cover Your Ass, was definitely in play here with Don. Heartskill was the obvious target all the way. So, he opened a program on his private desktop, which was not hooked up to the internet and began to feed it the info that was needed to start from his laptop that was on-line. No physical attachment was ever made between them. Selective extracts were passed on one-way through ‘stems.’ Someone gazing into his fact finding would know where he had been, but not know which of the many extracts that he unloaded were actually in play. Not unless they broke into his home, which was highly unlikely at this stage. And he loaded down a great deal of info on all of the mentioned candidates. Only what pertained to Heartskill made it to his private desktop computer, though.
Harr was truly enjoying himself as he rummaged through all kinds of biographies, on-line accounts and election propaganda about HIM. He organized it into a lineal history, and then began to look for corroboration to the offered details. There seemed to be few exaggerations about him. The official records that he could access seemed to agree with the offered details. But, there is no better evidence than talking to those who knew him at the various stages of his life, so he made a list of key people in HIS life and prepared to interview them. The first on the list was a Mabel Jensen.
Mabel was the former resident nurse at the foundling home, where Heart-skill first appeared to official notice. Not wanting to unduly anticipate what he might learn from her with an unbiased eye, he did no in depth research surrounding these circumstances. That would come later, after talking to her. He knew that this was directly the opposite of what many reporters did. But, in his short career, he had found out some very telling details on stories that he had done by this very method.
[The instant that the name Mabel Jensen was accessed on the internet, Harr came under notice of a super-secret agency and an agent was assigned to monitor him. Not to interfere, just to monitor.]
Harr found her living in a retirement home. She was eighty-eight and still spry. Her eyes lit up when he mentioned Senator Heartskill. She remembered him very well. It was hard to tell her opinion of him, because of her professional manner of speaking about him. But, she was surprisingly generous in her offering of information about her time in his life. Just waiting for someone to ask, I guess.
According to her account, the baby showed up on July 1, 1954 which made him 60 years old in the current year. It is amazing how young he looks, Harr mused as the conversation meandered on. He was recording it all of course for further reference. He was found on the doorstep in the proverbial wicker basket wrapped in warm blankets, even on that warm evening. Just like it was following some kind of , she noted. He appeared to be about 6 months old, so they assigned him the birthdate of January 1, 1954. And assigned him the next largest city, Milwaukee as his city of birth, with a homebirth assumed. In all of the years since, no one had questioned this. And probably unless someone made an issue of it, no one would. This kind of issue had lost a lot of its luster over a failed at-tempt at a previous president.
She noted that he was in excellent health and settled in with the residents and staff very quickly. His eyes were very steady and he was very determined right from the beginning. He seemed to get whatever he wanted without ever showing any kind of unpleasant temper. Since, he was rather fair about it all, it raised few hackles among anyone at the home. His physical and mental development followed on the high side of the charts and he grew to be a vigorous and very intelligent young man. When he graduated from High School, he went into the Air Force and then after four years into College. She lost track of him when he went into the service.
After taking all of this in, Harr thought for a moment and asked if there was anything unusual in his background while she knew him. She got very quiet and thoughtful and then said the word, ‘cats.’ Harr waited for the explanation. “He had a very strange relationship with the cats that hung around the home,” she offered.
“The females and the kittens all liked him, almost worshipped him. But the males were very antagonistic towards him. When he first came, the other children said that they heard a terrible row in his crib. They were afraid to look to see what was going on, but when the nurse checked in the morning, Mason was fine. One of the old toms was missing though. And the other males left him alone, but often hissed as the passed him.”
‘Very strange,’ thought Harr. “Anything else that you would like to share?”
Mabel looked around and then very lowly whispered, “He’s not human!”
“Uh, what?” “What do you mean by that?
“It’s his ‘thingy.” She said this with a twinkle in her eye. “It is not shaped like any other that I have ever seen. And as a nurse, not to mention a woman, I have seen many of them in my day.”
“In what way is it different,” he plowed right in?
“Have you ever seen a dog’s member?”
“Well, yes, I have.” Harr embarrassingly offered this up.
“You naughty, naughty boy! You have been watching porn haven’t you?”
He nodded and then tried to refocus the conversation, “Ok, Ok, now what is the point of this reference?”
“Just imagine it without the ‘knot, and you would have it.” “Sort of scary looking.”
“Did it hold him back with the girls?”
“Not that you would notice. Those young things are so horny that they would fuck anything that would have them. But, he is sterile. So that worked to his advantage with them. One look at it and they would know that he was never going to get them pregnant, just high. Fine with them.”
Since there seemed to be no more shocking details to offer from the nurse, Mabel, he excused himself and left to mull over what he had already gathered together. Some of these detail would have to be kept under his hat for a while, he knew.
After interviewing men from his Air Force days and College days, he had a rounder picture of the man, but few other telling details. Several of them offered that he had a lot of success with the ladies, but no serious girlfriends. Also, Harr found that while he seemed to be no genius, his grades in college were very high. He got a M.B.A. and a second Masters Degree in Political Communications. After graduating, he got a very fine job with a noted bank in Milwaukee. Fourteen years later, he married the daughter of the bank president. He himself was a member of the executive board by then and already a political star in the area. The bank was very proud of having one of its own in a series of political positions, leading up to being a U.S. Senator for Wisconsin.
At age forty, he married Estelle, the daughter of the bank president after an extended courtship. She was 20 years old at the wedding and a radiant beauty. In the twenty years since, she has been barren, but they seem to be quite happy as far as anyone on the outside knew. She is living graciously and well, anyway. She also finished her education and got her degree in Civil Engineering, which she has a small practice at.
[The reports from the agency noted all of this to satisfaction of the receivers. Instructions were passed onto Don, to continue to let this man ‘have his head’ in his investigation.]
Next, Harr approached the Heartskill camp with the request to do an in-depth interview with Mrs. Heartskill. This was just a matter of course request, there was no anticipation of a favorable reply. Much to his surprise, he was granted one. He was directed to meet her in Milwaukee and he would spend the weekend at their estate there with free access to her for the weekend to do interviews. No limitations on content were inferred. He would just see where it would go, he mused.
When he arrived at the airport, there was a limousine waiting for him and it whisked him off to the estate, before he even got his local bearings. It wouldn’t matter anyway, since he would be in and out, with his interviews and then on to make some kind of sense out of this all. Or so he thought.
When he was delivered to the front door, he was greeted by a hostess who walked him up to his room for the visit. His luggage was then delivered by the driver and he was instructed to make himself comfortable. It would be a little time before he could meet with the Lady of the house, since she had had no firm time as to when he would arrive. He was free to nap and shower as he desired. He graciously accepted the instructions and then turned on the T.V. to catch up with the national news.
Several hours later, at 4:00 pm sharp, he was invited to come down for dinner. He had decided to dress appropriately for a dinner at the home of people of this class, and they were very satisfied at his efforts to fit in.
Harr was surprised to see the Senator at the head of the table, with his beautiful wife to his right. He was seated to the Senator’s left and the other guests were spread around the rest of the table. They had evidently been waiting for his arrival, as dinner had not been served yet, just a couple courses of hors d’oeuvres and drinks. A couple of the guests showed signs of having advanced beyond the rest into their ‘cups’ as it were.
An inquiry was made of him as to his drink of choice and he opted for a small glass of house white wine. “A sensible drink,” offered the host in passing. The meal was then served and everyone settle into enjoying the fine repast.
As the meal was consumed, small talk began to enliven the atmosphere of the table and he got a couple of surprisingly intense looks from the hostess. She was too far away for small talk, but they were going to get a lot of that latter any-way. So, he concentrated on the attendees who were near him including the host. The conversation was sprightly and quite interesting actually. A very pleasant augmentation to a truly fine dinner.
After the dinner, the ladies withdrew to the hostess’s suite, while the men grouped together in the men’s lounge for tobacco and talk. When the doors shut to the very private room, a number of very scantily clad ladies entered through a false door and served the gentlemen their individual choices of tobacco products and drinks. The ladies had matching feather hats, black and red bustiers, high heels and nothing else on. They had dyed their small bushes to match their feather hats, for a very enticing match. They were totally uninhibited and welcomed all manner of attentions from the men and each other. It soon moved on to being a very unorganized orgy, with all manner of fun. But, Harr held back and watched the action, with just a few pats on pretty rear ends and kisses on pretty mouths. He didn’t smoke and drank no more alcohol after entering the men’s domain. The Senator noticed and approved. He too sat back and enjoyed the view.
When the ladies had gotten all of the ‘fun’ that they were going to get from the guys, they withdrew from the room and left the premises. Next the guys took showers and arranged their dress to collect their ladies and left soon after. That left the Senator and Harr alone to muse over the events of the night. They both remained silent. Then the Senator nodded to Harr and withdrew for the night. Harr took the clue and was led up to his room, by one of the house ladies.
When he got to his room, he took a quick shower, put on his corporate P.J’s and then moved to the bed. To his surprise it was occupied,…………. with a woman…his hostess….and she had nothing on. As he entered under the covers, she turned off the lights and said that they would talk in the morning. He laid against the very warm womanly form and fell immediately to sleep.
When Harr woke up in the morning, he noticed that she was still there, leaning up on her elbow watching him with her right breast uncovered for his view. It was just gorgeous. He held back from any advances at this moment, and simply said, “Good morning, my lady.” And then awaited a reply from her.
After several minutes of absolute silence, she acquiesced and replied, “Good morning to you also, my good man. By the way, you will never get away with falling asleep again so soon, when we are together.” This was with the sweetest smile that can be imagined.
“There are going to be other times?”
“Oh yes, my dear Harr! Many times.”
Harr just shook his head in wonder of it all. Sometimes life just reaches up and slaps you up alongside of the head. Not often this pleasantly, though. He made no motion towards her, and then rose out of bed to shower and dress for the day. The day of the interviews. When he returned to his bedroom to dress, she was gone with no trace of her being there. And when he gathered with the rest for breakfast, no mention was made of it, either.
However, “Did you sleep well, Mr. Fromag?”
Harr answered the Senator with, “Yes Senator, I did. It must be the country air.”
“And from a very long day, I would guess,” the Senator added.
“Yes, that too.”
“Well, you have a very busy day ahead of you, so I will let you two get to it. I will be leaving shortly on business and so I am delegating her to answer all of your questions. Nearly all of them, likely.” He nodded to his wife and then with-drew. Soon after he heard a vehicle leaving the grounds.
“You will address me as Estelle when you are here or when we are in private circumstances. I don’t like pet names, you should know. But, I am aware that you prefer Harr, instead of the very proper Harrison and so will bend my will to that concession. You have already shown yourself to be very disciplined and proper. There will be no need for that in future incursions of the intimate type. But, I will appreciate the continuance of that mode whenever we are in public. None of the help here will notice anything that we intimately do in their sight. We could make love on the dining room table, and they would pass on by as if no-thing unusual was taking place. I am looking forward to that by the way.”
“I think that you have the advantage of me in this regard. I surely find you devastatingly attractive, but why the full court press, and what does your husband think of this?”
“He doesn’t know,” she lied. “And the reasons for all of this will become evident as we do the interview. So let’s get started.
They then moved to a very attractive sitting room, with a pretty garden outside and sun rays pouring in through large windows to within.
“He’s not human, you know,” she opened with.
After he figuratively collected his random teeth off of the floor, he looked up and said, “That is the second time that I have been told that.”
“Well, it is true. Only a few know. Others suspect. And that is one reason that I have no children. I am still a virgin, for your information. And I desperately want children. You are going to give them to me. The Senator will accept that when it happens, and I promise you, you won’t mind.”
“That is one hell of an introduction to an interview,” he mustered up. “What is left to tell?”
“Only that he has something in the basement of this house that he has never revealed to me. No one is allowed near it and everyone is deathly afraid of seeing it in any manner.
He has sort of made love to me, but he is strangely made with his member, and I know that he will never impregnate me. That will be your job.”
“Do I have any choice in this matter?”
“Yes, No, well not really. Would you really mind?”
“I don’t know. It would be nice to first get used to the thought, though.”
“No problem, spend the next few hours doing so.” She smiled very prettily as she said this.
He asked to withdraw from the conversation and spend a few hours alone to come to grips with all of this and she readily agreed. Besides, what was he going to learn in addition to rival any of this?
[Security reported to him on the fly and he nodded to himself. He then instructed his operative to let things develop as they will, since it all seemed to be coming together rather quickly. Harr would be gathered in to his plan very soon.]
Later that afternoon, Harr and Estelle took a private walk around the extensive grounds. At first they just walked side by side with occasional comments from her about things that he saw and showed an interest in. The grounds about the house had evidently been designed by a landscaper designer of minimalist convictions. The few trees and shrubs were well spaced and in excellent condition. Several hundred yards from the mansion there started forested hills with open meadows in between. The place was simply beautiful and of a very restful nature. If you looked closely you could see sheep and deer off in the distance, with a few horses up nearer. Also off to the north there were a few cattle, some of the milking type and a few of the ‘hamburger’ type.
They came to a small summer cottage off a distance from the ‘home’ and entered to get out of the sun. Estelle turned to him and gathered him into her arms. She cradled his head in her hands and then began a very sweet and energetic kissing of him. He soon began to respond to this loving attack and they ended up in the cottage’s lone bed. When they finished with their first round of love-making, they settled into each other’s arms. She smiled up to him and then began to share with him, what this was all about.
“My dear Harr, this is the beginning of something very important to me and you. I should now note that I am still very much in love with my husband. And will always be so. But, you are going to occupy an enormously large place in my life as my personal companion and lover. As much as I love Mason, he can’t give me one thing that I so strongly long for, children. You will give me as many as I want. They will be his legally and you will unofficially be their uncle. They will carry the surname of my father. I am his only child, and he wants his name to live on. Mason doesn’t seem to be concerned about that, so I anticipate no dissent from him on that matter.”
It is already special between us, since you have now taken my virginity. For some reason that he hasn’t explained, Mason has only taken me anally. I don’t mind, but it left me in the state that you had the privilege of sharing with me right now. For your information, you can have me any way you want, but my vagina will be only yours to share. And you will be occupying that region very regularly from now on.
You will soon receive notice that you are being brought on to the campaign staff as a media specialist with full acceptance of your former employer. You will maintain at least a minimal connection with them, too. And to cover over our relationship, there will be Lance to divert attention. He is very cool, very hand-some and totally ‘gay.’ You will be seen together with him regularly to seemingly legitimatize a relationship between you too. He is of course on to this, but not deeply into what is between us, and he will keep his suspicions to himself as they arise. By the way, he will likely become your very best friend next to me, since he is just great fun to be around. Also, if you ever do decide to fly both ways, he would be a truly great choice for you. He is also about 28 and a very generous lover from what I have heard.
Because of how things are, you are to keep your distance from Mason, unless he beckons you. This cottage will be your new permanent home. Your condo will be maintained for you at our cost. And the cottage will have all the amenities that you might ever need, including of course, my hungry pussy. I will spend regular time with you here when he is gone and as much as I can when he is here. You will have a lot to do anyway, so I don’t anticipate any problems, do you?”
“Estelle, I have just been handed a dream lifestyle in a hand basket. All without any input by me and all evidently over any objections that I might have to the heavy-handed way that it has been thrust upon me. Actually, my lady, I had a life before these last few days. It was a good life, too. What that is being laid out before me is beyond my wildest dreams, but I would have liked to have had some say in it.
But, I see history brewing here and I am being destined to being a vibrant part of it. I certainly wouldn’t have turned that down. And you are simply the best person that I have ever met, so that whatever comfort and love that I can give you will be just enough as far as I am concerned. If I can give you children to warm your heart, that is an added blessing. I will try to have a special part in their lives, within your stated limits. I am very impressed by you, and I know that a very special love will grow between us.”
“Well, Mason was right about you after all. I felt it when I first saw you at dinner the other night. I could tell that you were feeling it too. He was right to fix his sight on you for several very important tasks. Impregnating me being only one of them. And Yes, I lied before. He fully knows about this, and approves. It really cost him something to allow this, since he is wildly in love with me. But, for my sake, he will share me with you. I don’t know of a stronger love than that!”
Harr looked very thoughtfully up to her and said with a very low voice, “Neither do I!”
[Darling, Harr has impregnated me. Yes, I am sure. You did very well for us by choosing him. And Mason thought, ‘Yes, I did.’]
As the months flew by, Estelle became more and more obvious in her pregnancy. This helped to lift the Heartskill campaign by its bootstraps and the party campaigns were taking notice. By the time that the baby was born, the polls were showing Fred, the Democratic Party candidate in the lead with 40 points; Mason as an independent second with 32 and Maureen, the Republican, in last place with 24 points. Many Republicans were flocking to Mason as few of the actual voters approved of the choice of Maureen.
There was a confab among the campaign leaders of the Mason campaign about how to proceed from there. It was suggested, tongue in cheek, that if Estelle got pregnant again and delivered on the night before the election, that they would win in a landslide. They all looked at each other and nodded at the thought and Mason knew that he had to have another discussion with Estelle.
Harr wasn’t privy to these meetings yet, but would be moving up in the organization soon. His qualities of truthfulness, honesty and energy would be just right if they were placed in the right position for the coming effort. Besides, despite the sharing of Estelle with him, he actually liked Harr’s company. It was a lot of fun watching him deal with the Lance thing too. It supplied Mason with a great deal of laughter in his private moments.
The first baby was a son, that they named Herbert after Estelle’s father. Since he would carry his grandfather’s surname, he was dubbed the second also. Mason didn’t seem to care about it at all. Everyone knew whose son he was any-way, or at least thought that they did. Then came the news to Estelle of the timing of the next baby, which would rush it before the desired two year wait. She took it in good graces and planned the pussy attack on Harr with great relish.
Several months later with perfect timing on Estelle’s part, she got pregnant again. The whole nation was enthralled by this. A long married couple finally building a family just before a national election with the father as a candidate for president. The message to the electorate couldn’t have been plainer and more solid. Mason had a strong confidence in the future that he would work for as the next president.
When it got to within eight weeks of the election, Mason finally agreed to appear on television and address the nation about his program for the country if he was elected. He had politely but firmly refused to join in any of the debates. They served very little good purpose anymore and boiled down to candidates lying about what they were going to do and then taking cheap shots at each other’s obvious lies. He had been moving up steadily in the polls anyway, since the electorate had long since seen through all of this charade anyway. The public at large still liked the debates as entertainment, but those who would really vote were rarely influenced by them anymore.
So, his campaign bought some prime time television, one half an hour with no commercials to state his platform and purpose for the nation. It was quite different than any in previous campaigns.
“My fellow Americans, (Said with his very pregnant wife easily seen behind him to the right.) I approach you tonight to ask you to think very carefully about the coming election. This is a momentous time in our nation’s history. We are not a crossroads, we are past it. We need to turn around and correct a number of misdirected steps from our recent past and then redirect this nation on to a positive manner of facing the future.
In this election, you will need to focus on the candidate and not any stated platforms. Among those who have been around for a while, which of the stated platforms have had any real influence on what happened after the election? Even the most well-meaning of presidents face conditions and situations that are in constant flux. The minute that a platform is stated, the opposition start the process of undermining it to their advantage, even if the original ideas were the same as their own. Too many of our elected officials are focused on doing what will get them reelected and not what will address the very serious problems of this nation. It isn’t that none of them care. Most all of them do. It is just hard to look forward when your eyes are obsessed by what is coming up from behind. I am likely to be a one term president, so I promise to look forward and work towards all of our future.
So, there will be no fixed platform tonight or any night up to the election. So, you will be surprised just like me at what particular problems I will have to face then. We will determine that together when it happens. And since I am an independent candidate with no ownership of any party, I can use the best lights of all to bond together to find solutions that will really work.
It would be a lie to say that any of this will be easy. It will not! We as a nation put ourselves into this position, it will take ‘the many’ of us to get us out and it will not be overnight. Some of the problems will survive me, but I hope that they will be in a much weaker condition than how I find them at the beginning. I and my team will certainly work towards that.
I will be looking for bright minds and positive hearts to work with me on these issues. Some of these people are already known to you. Even my rivals will be considered for very important work to help this country. I will not ignore any positive talent in this quest. But, the ‘naysayers’ will have no part in my administration. They can go about their efforts to tear our work down from without. They will provide a needed check and balance for our work, though, as it will pro-vide us with a constant barrage of negativism to measure the efficacy of our efforts. So, in a way even they will help.
As to the issues, they are the same no matter whom you elect. It is important at this time to ignore mission statements and focus on who will get the work done in the next four years and set the table for the progress that will come after that. FOCUS ON THE CANDIDATE!!!!!
As many of you know, my wife Estelle and I have begun a family in recent years. In fact she is due with our second child just about election night. We have been very busy with our lives up to now, and I believe that nothing stronger states the confidence that we feel in this country’s future than the fact that we want to bring up children in it.
(With a very large smile) Of course she takes it for granted that I will be the elected leader to guide that. (Canned and genuine laughter.) I am certainly not sending them back! (More laughter.) But, I do firmly believe that the certainty of that positive future greatly depends on whom your next national leader will be. And I am putting myself forward as the one to do it!
With prompting and music the audience rose to a crescendo of clapping and applause. Pure theater. Very effective too.
The next morning showed Mason atop the polls with a very large lead. Even the inevitable sniping by the press and opposing candidate camps had very little effect on his lead. The Republicans pretty much threw in the towel, al-though there was a late effort to bring Mason back into the fold. He saw right through that, though. The Democrats tried desperate measures, trying to attack the man, because there was no platform to attack. That didn’t work either. And so on election night, as his second child (a girl) was born, he was elected the President of the United States. And Independents got a sizeable number of Senate and House seats, also. When these were added to the ones gained in the previous election, no party had a majority in either house of Congress. It was his plan to have the Democrats manage the Senate, with enough of his Independent to allow that, but without total control and then to have the Republicans manage the House in the same manner. The reasoning is obvious. There would be tremendous pressure to work together to get things done.
During the months until his swearing in, Mason was very busy with the transition team. That left Harr and Estelle pretty much alone to their own de-vices. She healed up very quickly and then joined him in the cottage for a belated honeymoon. The children were being cared for at her parent’s house, by those better qualified to do so. She did regularly visit them, but her main attention was on Harr. Her parents knew and knew better than to interfere. After all they were getting the grandchildren that they had so long wanted. This was a very happy time for the couple.
The outgoing president was very gracious in helping Mason. There were many briefings on the many issues facing the nation and the presidency. He offered any further help that he could supply, and Mason was so impressed by him that he decided right then to promote this fine man to be the head of the U.N. where his international vision would best serve humankind. It would be one of his key efforts, and start right after the Inauguration.
For his inauguration and swearing in, Mason prepared the very tight security with his surreptitious security team. They augmented the regular agencies, without their knowledge, and would have been very much resented if known about. But, to a very real degree, Mason’s future depended on himself and his personnel.
After the swearing in and the handshake from the outgoing President, Mason asked for the platform to be cleared. It was for a number of reasons, but mostly to let everyone know that from this point on he stood alone. Against his enemies, against the problems of this nation, against all that would be set against him and with that in focus he offered this speech:
As he stood all alone in the middle of the platform with only a microphone for company, he started,
“My fellow Americans, good afternoon to you. This is a momentous time for us, more so than you have expected. While I have been elected to be the President of the United States of America, what you will be getting from this moment on is the CZAR OF AMERICA.”
At that several shots rang out, and accompanying yelps were heard. Czar Mason held his ground and silence until things settled down. None of the shots came anywhere near to him. He was not surprised at that. Then he again gave the audience, present and by the media the following further information.
“Starting from this moment and for the next twenty years, I will be the leader of this nation. The powers of the presidency will be suspended and in replacement will come a virtually unchecked power of a czar, just as is imagined. All governmental institutions will remain, with their current relative powers, but I will have final veto power over what any of them do. When the end comes to my reign, there will be another presidential election, freely held, to pick up where we leave off today. Only under much better conditions it is my hope. At that time what that is to be done with me, if I survive that long, will be decided by the authorities in power then. I should warn you, though, if I am removed prematurely in any way, the replacement for me will be much worse for you to endure.
Starting tomorrow, I will be having meetings with advisors on a number of pressing issues, to get the ball rolling, as it were. Those that attend will be listened to. Those who don’t will be replaced. Those who actively resist all of this will be eliminated. We will work out these severe problems in peace. I will insist on it!
There will be those at first who will think that they can stop this and me. They will find out to their dismay, that they will not be able to do so. By their trying to do so, though, they will identify themselves to be removed or eliminated. I am sorry to say that those who are eliminated will be so, with their whole immediate families. No more solo destructive actions while leaving family behind without repercussions. The truthfulness of this will soon become apparent. Those who have shot the rounds of rebellion today are already finding this out as they watch their loved ones die before them, before they join them.
It is a terrible thing that I do in this regard. But, Saddam and Tito, horrible rulers that they were showed that fear, great fear was the only way to defuse the terrible divisions between people. Everyone hated them as they will me. That will help to unite them and cause them to put aside their enduring resentments and focus on me.
Expect everything to proceed as normal, until you have heard something from me. Then be ready to adjust, as it will be quite jarring at times. It is now time for us to go our ways. Much to plan for and to contemplate.
Good day to you all!”
With that he left a staggered nation and world to wonder if some kind of metal case had just been elected to the Presidency of the United States. When he got back to his compound, there was a flurry of communications from around the world asking for clarifications on what had been said. The response to each was, “Pending!” And to Russia who inquired how the title ‘CZAR’ being coopted was justified, they simply got silence.
Overnight a number of covert operations were attempted to remove him from office. But, they all failed miserably and very sad public scenes of the executions of those involved and their immediate families took a terrible toll on the national psyche. None of the President’s national team was harmed, but even they were terrified and tormented over this. If a survey could have been done that night, it would have been found that there were very few cases of love-making that day among the totally traumatized populace. And the dread spread to the rest of the world as they saw the events unfold.
Czar Mason’s first meeting the next day was at ten am in the White House conference room. All attendees had been notified that no weapons would be allowed by anyone gaining access to the personal presence of the Czar. And that any meetings attended by them would be included in that proclamation.
As the attendees took their seats, they noticed that there were no media types in attendance. Just a couple of stenographers to record the proceedings on stenos. The communications screening was enabled too, since all of them lost contact with their counterparts outside of the room. There were their favorite nonalcoholic drinks before them and a variety of tasty entrees available to their consumption. As they got comfortable, The Czar entered and they didn’t need any prompting to know that they should rise to greet him. He was gracious in accepting this respect and then invited them to take their seats. All sat down except for the Director of the FBI and the Head of NSA.
Mason noticed this and moved to handle this right away. “As you were all notified when invited to this meeting, no weapons were to be brought into my presence. Two of you have violated this ban and are ready to use them now. Please Mr. Director, proceed.”
With that the Director of the FBI pulled his revolver and aimed at the CZAR. It didn’t go off. He just looked at it stunned.
“We as a nation would like to thank you for your long service to its interests, General Hamilton. But, you now show that you are not on my team, so you are being terminated. If you notice the screen in the far wall, you will see the end of your family first.”
The General stood at attention, taking his medicine the way he always had. Everyone understood the dread and then the anguish that he felt as his family first, and then he suffered the consequences of his failure.
“The General will be honored among his honored dead for his long faithful service to this nation, and all will be allowed to mourn his loved ones.”
Now Mason addressed himself to Mr. Wilson, the Head of the NSA. “I believe that you, Mr. Wilson have something to add to this conversation?”
Wilson after having the unbridled fear of his underlings for years, now felt the same here himself. He knew that he was totally exposed to his disobedience and would feel some retribution for it. In no way would he bring out his weapon, though. He had perfect confidence in what that would bring about. Evidently this CZAR is unkillable.
“Mr. Wilson, since you remain silent, I will address you over your gross error. Please place your weapon on to the table.”
With that he reluctantly did so, with trembling hands. No one else at the table wanted to even be near it, but the CZAR instructed one of the members, it didn’t matter whom, to remove it from his sight and put it into the security locker in the wall. The assigned member hurried to accomplish this, while Mason ad-dressed Wilson with his penetrating eyes.
“Mr. Wilson, you have been slime and a blight on this nation since your appointment to the office you hold now. You were a competent agent, no more, until then. But your selfishness and greed led you to a number of unspeakable crimes, hidden by your office. We will not miss you, and a better man who is on the way here now, will easily replace you. You can watch on the far screen the same scene that the General just observed, along with all of the agents in your agency that have collaborated with you in your crimes.”
Wilson dissolved into a racked and boneless wretch as he watched his immediate family and cohorts were executed. And then he suffered the same right before the others. At that moment, his replacement came in and barely noticed the former Head’s heap on the floor. And soon after that the replacement FBI Director arrived. No one was quite sure of the means of execution. Although the results were obvious. The CZAR waved to a couple of his mysterious aides to re-move the bodies from the room and turn off the monitor at the end of the room.
Mason then looked at the eyes of each of the remaining members of this meeting and asked, “Do any of you want to leave this room now? Since none of the rest of you brought weapons, you are free to leave with no adverse results to you, except you will be immediately replaced by a more willing representative of your agency. Or do you want to rise above this bit of depraved activity and help me to address the real problems of this nation?”
The attendees looked at each other and every single one of them nodded to the CZAR.
“Well, Okay. Now to our work. I have a number of initiatives for each of your agencies to work on. They will keep you very busy. First, you will cease any activities that go beyond the explicit regulations governing your particular agency and will report back to my people on the closed down activities.
None of you are going to show any interest in the personal activities of my-self, my family or staff. Is that understood?”
They all nodded assent. And they now knew what the consequences of dis-obedience in this regard would be.
“Now off to your work, gentleman. I expect daily updates on the activities that I have outlined for each of you. I will call you all into conference, when things develop to the stage that they need it. In the meantime, if any of you need to confer with me about any of this or anything else that comes up, please con-tact my office and it will be arranged in some manner as soon as it can be.
I am not going to take any questions at this point. I have many other matters to address today.”
They all shivered at that and very quietly left the meeting room, not even looking each other in the eyes.
After they left, he called the Head of White House Security back in, much to his chagrin and outlined a project for the basement that would entail great secrecy and care. It would be a living quarters for some very dangerous and exotic creatures, unnamed to the security personnel. But the Head was advised that it would be a terminal offense for any to see them in any manner, and it would not be hard to tell who violated this mandate. So, great care would be arranged for the construction and even more for the transference. After the previous proceedings of the day, the Head understood the consequences very clearly and offered his complete support of the project.
That afternoon, he met with the members of the Joint Chiefs of Staff from the Pentagon and all other Major Players of the Armed Forces including the Major contractors. The officers at first started to complain about all who were in attendance, but one look at the CZAR’s eyes stopped all of their dissent and they settled down to see what was up and how it could be used to feather their own nests.
“Thank you gentlemen for attending this meeting. We have a number of pressing issues, so I will move right to them. But, first I want you to know that I anticipate few changes in the military leadership at this time. But, if necessary I do have replacements in mind for when needed.”
That caught their attention.
“And I am glad that you have shown the good sense to not try to bring any weapons into this room, against my express orders.”
With that announcement, a certain Army General smiled to himself. ‘Not so all knowing after all, he gloated.”
“Except of course, General Blanton here. He was just thinking that he had gotten away with it. He actually was just testing my resources and had no intention of actually trying to use it on me. That fact will save his life and the life of his immediate family. But, I do not have time to constantly deal with this kind of explicit disobedience, so I have a position available for you to use your very prodigious powers of observation. It is a small four man site in Greenland. You will be under their authority, and have no active contact with our armed forces. I will insist on that. Perhaps at some time in the future, you will be recalled.”
With that the general left the meeting and his place was filled by an in-coming member of the departed general’s staff. This message was not lost on the rest of the attendees. And a decided sense of sobriety permeated the meeting after this.
“Now to attend to some of the immediate hotspots around the world. First of all the megalomaniac in North Korea. He will be deposed in about six months by elements within his own country. I will not name them at this time. But, when it happens, there will be considerable confusion in the area and resentment by the Russians and Chinese. We will calm them down, while presenting a very strict military protocol in protection of South Korea, and the two nations will combine into one nation of Korea under U.N. guidance. They will find their own balance in this, we will not interfere. Things will soon calm down around there and both Russia and China will find it to their advantages to have an independent and unified nation on their border, with all of the trade that will come from it.
Now to China. We are going to reveal to China a twenty year project that has been going on between our nation and Japan for the rearming of Japan as a buffer against Chinese expansion and expropriation of surrounding lands. Japan will all of a sudden have six super carriers with the latest equipment and planes, with all of the surface craft to support them. Also, Korea will have two, and the Philippines will have two also. This should block Chinese expansion plans for years to come. Not to worry, though, we will have twenty carriers of several classes. Some of which will be very fast over the water for quick responses around the world. We have and will build all of these carriers ourselves, for savings and control of the product. None of the receiving nations will be complaining at that. We are encouraging each of our allies to have at least two also. This will be a total surprise to all of the nations as this has been going on secretly over this time. You will do your best to contain and hide your surprise at this and explain it away to secrecy. With the new balance in the area, China and the other nations can expend their efforts on better projects, like making more junk to sell to us.”
There was light laughter at the obvious joke on the CZAR’s part.
“As to the ‘horn of Africa’ there will be immediate steps taken to remove the pirate problem. I will send a personal representative who will insist that the leaders of the many pirate communities attend. If they balk, I will use some of your very handy drones to encourage them. If they harm any of the prisoners that they have, the offenders will all die. It will be done in such a manner that all of the rest of them will know about it.
Then when they are gathered, they will be invited to cease their activities. After the laughter quiets down, we will present them with a bowl with names of their various villages on it. And one of them will be drawn out. They will then observe over the media as that village completely disappears from existence. They will then be told that any further incursions by them will be dealt with in the same manner. Then my representative will leave despite any efforts on their part to prevent it.
Also, for the time being there will be contingents of ‘special forces’ military personnel rotating among the vessels moving through this area, until the pirates are removed as a threat.
As to the other areas of deep concern around the world, I will expect regular position papers to aid the decision making of my staff. No unilateral actions will be tolerated by myself. DO YOU UNDERSTAND???”
“YES, SIR,” was the resounding chorus.
With that the attendees left to make whatever adjustments they needed to follow up on the initiatives that had been set out. They did wonder where all of the aircraft carriers would come from. And they found out that evening. They had been hidden all of the time. A lot of wrinkled brows over that.
And so ended the first day of the rule of CZAR Mason.
A very busy media night ensued, with all of the ‘experts’ trying to figure out what went wrong and where all of this would lead. Certain officials entertained the thought that Mason could be removed from office for ‘insanity’ or for some of the drastic actions that he had already taken. Others wondered what force could remove him after the failures at the Inauguration and the two in-depth meetings already. Everyone was greatly unsettled over what this might mean for them-selves and the nation. Overseas, the various nations were scrambling to make sense over all of this.
CZAR Mason proceeded on his path, with nary a notice given to all of this turmoil. But, his media representatives worked hard to settle things down, by giving assurances of personal security for all of the ‘law-abiding’ citizens and institutions. They also assured the public that things would soon settle down to the normal pace of life, only with a better future ahead.
At precisely ten am on his second day of rule, he met with many of the chief movers and authorities of the financial sector. He had a laundry list of initiatives for them too. No one had a weapon, this time. That saved a lot of nerves among the attenders and allowed for time better spent working on real problems.
“Gentlemen, I have a number of issues to deal with, so will defer any questIons by you until the end. The first is our trade balance. One of the causes of this is our dependence on foreign oil. Several initiatives that I am putting out today will help with that. First, every household in America will have an energy budget assigned to them. This has already been worked out by my staff. It won’t matter how big a house, or how much of a gas hog they own. Each person will be assigned a limited amount of each energy source and have to make it do. Since there would arise an underground energy market for those who economize to sell to those who are more needy, we will sponsor an exchange for energy credits to benefit those who are the best at keeping their energy usage to a minimum. In addition, the move to more energy efficient lighting in our homes will accelerate, with the older incandescent bulbs completely disappearing soon.
Unknown to the public at large, Canada will soon become part of the U.S. with full rights. It will bring in a great array of natural resources. It will also make this nation unconquerable, just like India, China and Russia. Just too darn big to occupy or control. We will not need to buy any foreign oil for a long time. That will greatly help our balance of trade and ease things up on Japan and China who need those supplies. The price should lower, too. Countries that sell much to us and buy little will have adjustments made in our trade pacts. This will cause short-range wrangling by the parties concerned, but eventually they will see that they can’t lose us as a customer. Just like Walmart does to its suppliers.
Alternative power sources will continue to be developed and built. Investments will be made in the power distribution grid, instead of new major facilities to be more efficient with what we already have. Electric vehicles will be limited to not put an additional burden on our supplies. The big move will be to natural gas, of which we have plenty.
My staff is already working on a program to deal with the Financial and Business leaders who have over the last forty years, especially, looted their companies, enriched themselves and left the government to pick up the pieces and the tab. We will recover all that can be recovered from all who benefited from that including their families. And what we find and recover will be proportionally be returned to those who innocently lost due to this activity. There will be punishment for those especially culpable in this travesty, and it won’t be in plush surroundings.
My next meeting will deal with the budget deficit. That will be at two pm today. Some of you will be invited to that meeting and there will be room for other interested in this in addition to those that I have already invited myself.
I suggest that except for that, that all of you go back to your work and prepare for changes. And start the identification process of those who will need to be replaced. Any effort to make innocent parties as ‘scapegoats’ will be dealt with very harshly.
I can now answer a few intelligent and pertinent questions for you.”
“Okay, you men have work to do.”
During lunch recess, he moved to the White House basement to check on the progress there. The construction was well under way, just waiting for some of the very sturdy and specialized hardware. He did find the visual ‘bug’ that had been placed in a well located place. This had been reported to him by his own aides. He knew who it was, of course. He was conferring with his aides on how to handle this. He was getting tired of terminal punishments. The workman who had planted the ‘bug’ under the influence of a media and FBI joint operation was brought forward to him. There had been no force used on him to get him to do this, he had simply been paid a bribe.
“Mr. Watchthorne, here is the ‘bug’ that you planted. It is no use lying to me about it, we have a visual record of you doing it. Now you know from yester-day’s news how I deal with those who pose a direct threat towards me, don’t you?”
“Yes, Mr. CZAR. I do. I watch’d it on the T.V. last night. You kilt them all. Even their young uns.” And then he stood up straight and proud and asked in a very polite voice, “Please only execute me. It is my fault and not my family’s. Despite all of this we hope that you will bring back the country we used to know. Please. Let my children see that day.”
Mason turned his head for a moment and then said, “There will be no execution this time. But, you will remove this item and guarantee with your life and your family’s lives that there will be no repeat here. You are my personal representative in this regard. Do you understand?”
The workman was so moved that he wanted to kiss Mason’s hand, but Mason would have no part in that. Mason had no desire to be worshipped. He just gently waved him off and returned to the upstairs to face another ‘den of lions.’
At the two pm meeting, he had the heads of all of the branches of government present. They looked very glum, as they should. After sizing them up for a few moments, with them under his piercing stare, he began:
“Sirs, I am not going to waste my time castigating you for your short comings in the recent past. You know of your failures and what it has meant to this country. To prevent this from continuing, my staff will be engaged in bringing about a number of striking changes in personnel and in the manner of how the work will be done. I am guessing that at least some of you feel that you are above any efforts that I might propose. But, in that you are sadly mistaken.
I am going to make sure that in the Senate, the Democrats will hold sway with the aid of my Independent Senators. It will be the Republicans in charge in the House of Representatives. This will force the three powers to work together to produce and enact legislation that will likely be signed by me and to benefit the nation. My appointees will be approved and the budget will be produced and passed on time. Any questions so far?”
A hand rose up, but was studiously ignored.
“ANY MEMBERS OF THE SENATE OR HOUSE THAT WORK SOLELY TO BLOCK NECESSARY LEGISLATION, WILL BE REMOVED FROM OFFICE. I will then call for a special election and ask the constituents to send me an elected official who will work problems and not just oppose viable solutions that he does not agree with without offering a viable alternative.”
As he looked around the table, he could see the resentful eyes. Eyes that had never seen their power checked.
“Now as far as the Supreme Court is concerned, there will be some changes there too. I am very satisfied with the work of the current Chief Justice. He is very hard working and even-handed as far as I can see. He will remain until he changes into something else. There will always be a diehard Conservative and flaming Liberal on the Court. But, only intelligent ones that offer insightful reasoning’s for the others to consider will be welcome to those posts. As each of them is replaced for some reason, I will welcome suggestions for the replacement from the pertinent authorities. The other seats on the Court will be held only by ‘centrists’ of either party. With a political balance maintained. Oh yes, we all know that politics are not supposed to have any place in the Court. Sure! To reach this state with the court only a few changes will have to be made. And I am making them now. Those of you who are leaving will now be escorted out. I will have the replacements on the Senate’s docket tomorrow.”
While several congressmen/women and judges were escorted out with great respect, by the way, Mason held the attention of the others. He motioned for them to have a drink of their favorite beverages, of which he knew each one’s. And they couldn’t miss the inference of the fact that there had been nothing to drink in front of those that had been escorted out.
“Now you remaining Court Judges, I excuse you now to go and prepare to meet your obligations. You will have the replacement judges in court with you by Monday. Chief, you might prepare to get them on track as soon as possible to move ahead on your heavy schedule. Not to worry, the replacements will be very familiar to you all and completely up on all of the issues that you have on your docket. I expect that you all will see a lot more consensus building from now on and stronger groups behind each decision. I expect that to be so.”
After the judges left amid some muttering, it was noticed, the remaining members of Congress and other interested parties waited for the next ‘bomb-shells.”
“Gentlemen, the first order of business is the budget. It will be balanced in regard to current and future revenues in three months. And after that it will show modest, but continual, surpluses from then on. Everyone is going to feel the pain at first, but over a surprisingly short period of time things will adjust. Personal and other spenders will get used to have what they have to work with, and with some savings due to expected energy cost reductions and other savings. The damage will be contained.
First of all, all recipients of Wage Loss Benefits will show up at their assign-ed assessment centers to receive their checks. There will be very few exceptions to this rule and they will all have to be authorized by my staff. If a person can’t get to the assessment center on his own, then he wouldn’t be able to work any-way. And they will dress to work each time, since often something for them to do will be assigned to them when they get there. Hopefully some of these ‘things’ will lead to actual jobs for them. Benefits will continue for only three months for the year and until they have worked at a subsequent for a year. Any part-time or seasonal job that provides a yearly income of $24,000 or more will disqualify the person from Wage Loss Benefits. There will be a staging up to that amount with reduced benefits as the amount rises to the limit.”
There were a lot of nods to this idea.
“The ages for Social Security payments will be raised to 67 for the earliest and 72 for full benefits, starting immediately for any of those not yet applied and granted. There will be no manipulations of dates and figures on this, you under-stand?…………………….And there will be no automatic Cola payments from now on. The only changes will be instituted by Congress, when they can be absorbed into the budget. And Social Security Payments will begin to be phased down with the retiree having a retirement income from all sources (excluding S.S.) of $48,000 a year and completely phased out at $60,000 a year.
I am open to remedies involving Medicare and Medicaid. Nothing that would leave the poorest of us with no safety net, though. I want to see suggestions for this on my desk within two weeks.”
More agreeable nods!!
“We have ravished the poor and middle income enough for now, now for the rich and privileged like you. All extraneous payments to members of Congress will come under the scrutiny of my staff. You will receive your retirement bene-fits at the same ages as the working men do. And the other perks will be greatly reduced. Social Security withholdings will continue on up to all income levels. I am not going to increase the tax rates on the highest income levels. That is regressive.
All providers of services and products for the government, including the military will immediately provide realistic and accurate estimations of the remaining costs of anything remaining in the ‘pipeline.’ And they will be held to those estimates. Any new programs will have reality based budgets, which will be enforced.
Any other realistic budget suggestions will get a close reading here. But, there will be no looting of the poor, mangling of the middle-class or crippling of the rich. The burden will be spread out, and short-lived we all hope.”
He looked at them very seriously and humbly bade them to move on to their very important work.
That night, America was glued to its T.V. sets. Evidently there was no secrecy expected over the day’s events. Very serious faced analysts covered everything that had happened, and broke it down along with the implications for the people to try to understand. Criticism was active and there were no signs of the curbing of it. Along with that, though, a growing number of reporters and analysts offered that what was going on was just what was needed. The issues are very serious and the cures would be painful. But, needed. There was a noticeable absence of the more flagrantly biased newsmen and commentators. No one had to guess what happened to them. They got the message. Dissent was acceptable and healthy, but aggravated opposition and rebellion was not. There were brief notes on whole small communities in the states of Oregon, Montana, Idaho and the ‘deep’ Southern states that disappeared over night. The law authorities were aware of this, but had their own challenges with the quick disappearance of some noted officials amongst them.
Thus ended the second day of the reign of CZAR Mason.
The next morning, Mason woke up, Harr and Estelle shook off a night of lovemaking (which got her pregnant again,) the people of the nation rose and went to work, all of the official offices were open and functioning, Congress was busy with its work, and nobody disappeared for almost the whole day.
Six months later Harr is assessing the results of Mason’s rule so far. He has been led to believe that he will have complete freedom of expression in the magnum opus that he is preparing on the background and rule of CZAR Mason. At least no one has violated the privacy of his non-internet attached computer, as far as he knows. But, Mason seems to have avenues of information that do not rely on any of the usual means of collection. How else could he know of the intent-ions and actions of so many virulent opposers?
Harr and Estelle have settled down to an idyllic existence here at the cottage. She sees the children regularly, sometimes with Mason in presence, but spends most of her time here with Harr. While she still loves Mason deeply, they have very little time together. Just when they see the children together and once in a while, she stays with him at the White House for the weekend. On those occasions, Harr accompanies her, but his attention is directed towards Lance for the media’s sake. Lance seems to really like him, and also enjoys Harr’s discomfort over the assumed relationship between them.
When they are back at the cottage Harr, Estelle, Lance and Lila (a lesbian friend of Lance’s) have become a very strongly bound group of friends. They spend at least one and sometimes two weekends together each month. And very much enjoy it. Lila and Lance continually tease the other two like sexed persons about their possible love interest. Harr and Estelle are very firm, but gentle in their rebuffs. It spurs a lot of very good natured fun amongst them. And Estelle and Harr very much enjoy the scene of Lance and Lila coming down in the morning in their jammies to breakfast, just like a brother and sister.
Since the opening ‘Nights Of Terror’ of his reign things had settled down to a considerable extent. When the apparent death toll was determined the number was 43,258 persons who mysteriously just disappeared, some of them with their whole families. The number was probably higher, since whole communities in Oregon, Idaho, Montana, along with the Southern states simply disappeared with no knowledge of how many had actually been there. Many of the names that were known of these were little surprise to the public. Most everyone recognized that the nation was better without them. And those who replaced them were a definite improvement. While the law authorities were very upset about this all, they seemingly knew to keep their feelings to themselves. And for sure, their jobs became much easier with the resultant drops in the crime rates.
Among the moves that Mason made were to completely decriminalize Marijuana usage. However, the law enforcement authorities were provided with very accurate and instantaneous reading equipment to remove offenders off of the roads, just like in other DUI’s. Also, a byproduct of the assimilation of Canada into the union was the decriminalization of prostitution. Nevada still had the only legal brothels, but ladies in the rest of the country could now engage in this profession with no legal repercussions as long as they filed for a personal business license as an escort, practiced only in their homes, paid any related taxes and stayed off of the streets. Business managers were permitted for the girl’s security when they wanted it and to help manage the money. But, no B.M. (pimp) was allowed to siphon off more than a quarter of any girl’s earnings no matter what he did for her, and the authorities through Mason’s staff seemed to have and share any information with the authorities on violations of this. Pimps who violated this simply disappeared, and no one seemed to miss them.
The budget was balanced in very quick order and Congress seemed to enjoy the new spirit of cooperation amongst its members. The Supreme Court had sorted out the long standing snarl over some of its cases and come up with rulings that at least made sense. The various security agencies were minding their own business and being much more effective because of this. Much less inter agency strife, also. Mr. Watchthorne was doing a wonderful job of guarding the basement facility in the White House. Only very vague rumors of crazy feline sounds ever escaped from there. And no one seemed to want to know for sure after so many disappearances.
In the meantime, China seemed to have settled down to the status quo in regard to its territorial claims. It hadn’t given up on them, of course. Just placed them on a ‘backburner.’ A very distant one, for future consideration .And it was getting along much better with the newly mighty Japanese Navy, The Philippines and the newly reunited Korean Republic. Once the sabre rattling subsided they all found common cause in mutual trade. Japan and China greatly profiting from the reduced presence of the U.S. in the oil business from the Gulf Region.
The other nations on the Earth still wondered about Mason. He had made no visits to any foreign country and had had no face to face talks with any of their leaders. On the State Department level, things had seldom been better. The U.S. was suddenly un-obsessed with interfering with other nation’s private affairs. Mason relied like all nations were supposed to do, on the U.N. and its newly appointed head, the ex-president of the U.S. that he had so been impressed with. While the previous president had many issues with the way Mason was conducting himself, they had no problem at all in handling international issues of common interest.
Britain got over Canada, too.
The financial sector had taken a number of hits as Mason forced them to face up to past offenses. By one estimate, 45% of the looted money had been gathered together and after expenses 33% of it at least was going to be apportioned out to the losers. None of them were satisfied with the arrangement, but almost all of them were very grateful to get a return of a substantial amount of funds that they thought that they would never see again. Further payments would be forthcoming as funds were gathered from foreign sources, which all of a sudden had lost much of the secrecy that they had enjoyed up to then.
One of the first actions of the new Congress was to force back on the corporations the burdens of the pensions that they had negotiated with the unions in good faith. And no workers were to be forced into 401k’s either. The Congress made adequate provisions for the companies to survive this, with some adjustments on pensions that were way out of reason. It was made a matter of law that Social Security and pensions are not intended to make the recipients wealthy. They were intended to provide a comfortable existence in a working person’s retirement. If they wanted to be wealthy, they could work for this on their own.
And right-to-work states were required to provide similar benefits and pay for their workers to what their Northern union workers were getting, first of all to improve conditions for those workers, but also to prevent those states from substantially underbidding the Northern states for manufacturing jobs. This would all be monitored by the Commerce Department.
So, for the time being, things were moving forward and with a great sense of peacefulness.
Harr,………..and Mason…….were waiting for the ‘other shoe to drop!’
The first great battle for human supremacy on the Earth was fought where?
On a rainy morning a lone sanitation maintenance worker found a brightly shining object in one of the screens of the urban sewage treatment plant. Since he thought that it might be valuable, he called the police and turned it over to them. When the FBI got wind of this they swept in and confiscated the object and forwarded it to the UNIT (a highly secret governmental organization to process and forward information of national interest to the pertinent organizations for their use.) It was later forwarded at the instructions of the CZARATE to SPACE SYSTEMS, a joint venture between NASA, the major independent space systems providers and the military.
During the analysis of the object, it was found that it was transmitting data on an easily found frequency in a form that was rather easily interpreted. It was found to be based on a septal numeric system and utilized the vocabulary found in the novel, LADY CHATTERLEE’S LOVER. After the effort began to translate the message contained in the transmissions, it was determined that it would have to be carefully edited to put the information in an easily read form. The original rendering was kept, also for deeper analysis.
This manu is the version prepared for official consumption, though none of it ever became public knowledge. In fact, only a very few persons ever learned of it and it was never transmitted by any electronic method. The reasons for that are self-evident upon considering the report. Added to this was the apparent susceptibility of the Earth to foreign (extra-terrestrial) forces that it indicates. The government would never want that information to become public knowledge after the monumental effort and life loss in the THE PROJECT, which also was not of general knowledge of the public.
The entity giving this report identifies himself as Agent XemLt. It is assumed that it was intended to go to his superiors, whoever and wherever they were located. It is written in the first person and shows a high degree of intelligence. Perhaps higher than is evident in this version of the report.
So, here is the report for those who have the right to read it:
Too busy to report during the effort to avoid detection by their highly formed space net and landing on this planet. I, Agent XemLt have landed and am proceeding to secure my ship and myself for this exploratory operation.
This planet is a very dynamic place and so I need to find a secure hiding place to prepare for a systematic examination of this planet and to determine the suitability of our locating on it. The manual says to look for a place of security with heat. My sensors have located a biologic source in a very large structure a short flight time away. These residents of this planet must be rather large. It is a good thing that size is not the final determination of success in these kinds of operations. In fact being small has distinct advantages in covert work.
The sensors indicate that the biologic is located about midlevel in the structure and is only minimally moving. Perhaps at some kind of resting state.
I got in by accessing a small hanging hinged entry port located near the bottom of a much larger access port. I am moving through the structure and moving up a stair-step riser to a higher level in the structure. I have identified the immediate location of the biologic behind another of the high open-able portals. It is closed, but I used a small heat ray to produce an opening large enough for me to access the room.
The biologic is supine on a raised platform and is apparently in a mental down time mode. Since this is the first view of an indigenous major biologic, I will do my best to give my first impressions of it. I can see it through the light covering on it, of course. It is about 14 qickzils in length and 4.5 qickzils in width and 3 qickzils in height while supine. The lower half of the body is formed as two sturdy appendages that have flat surfaces at the ends, evidently for standing. At the top of the body is a globular body at the end of a thick stalk protruding up from the main part of the body.
Since, I am very small in comparison to this biologic construct, perhaps it will offer me a place of security and warmth in one of the many orifices that it contains. My search has started at the top of the globular structure. On opposite sides there are small external structures leading into dead end tunnels. Not big enough for my use.
Between these two openings there are other ones on the upper side, as seen by the object being supine, they are three in number. The first two side by side ones are associated with a raised structure. My sensor found there to be serious biological risks in this entrance, so it was ruled out. And the much larger one below them is part of a hinged structure that has an arch of very hard individual structures on the bottom and top in opposition to each other. Perhaps, it is a food processing assembly in association with a moveable internally protruding muscular structure. Neither of these will serve as a safe haven for the night.
As I move down the body, I notice two nearly identical twin raised structures with pronounced peaks. They seem to add a sense of symmetry to the bio-logic body. Lower down the body is a centrally located very shallow depression, totally unsuitable for entry or any other discernable use that this agent can understand.
At the apex of the joining of the two walking (?) structures there is located a brush like gathering of stringy material. Under it stretching down between the upper joining of the two long appendages is a shallow groove. At the top of it is located a small tube like structure of unknown function. I can find nothing like it in all of my data base. The groove marks the meeting of two sets of overlaying flat structures that are evidently intended to protect the openings located underneath. The higher opening is too small in diameter for my use and lightly indicates the presence of organic waste products. The lower one is somewhat larger and is the best candidate for body entry that I have so far found.
There is also another entry point located underneath the location of the body in line with the groove, but it also indicates the presence of waste products and has a very tight entry portal. I don’t think that I would want to enter there and take the chance of being stuck inside.
So, I landed in the brush and am proceeding to move to the intended entry port. As I am doing so, I must have disturbed the brush in some manner because my translator picked up the sounds translated as, “Jim, is that you?” With no answer from any ‘Jim” the biologic proceeded to squirm and then used its two side appendages to massage the area, inadvertently nearly crushing me, and then laying back at rest.
I projected a very low intensity heat ray, which caused a sympathetic raising of the body’s temperature. The flat structures began to swell and the groove has begun opening revealing the opening underneath that I had located with my sensors. There also is starting to be a dramatic increase in a viscous liquid in and about the opening.
My sensors told me that entry would be rather easy and that the opening proceeded plenty deep enough for my use. So I am proceeding to enter and have heard a sound of very low tones proceeding from the direction of the globular construction. The same direction that the inquiry of ‘Jim’ had proceeded from.
As I am entering I have encountered only internal biologic sounds of an organism at the work of living. The tunnel is expanding as I am entering and seems to squeeze back rhythmically as I proceed in. The heat is increasing, but not to an alarming level. And the viscous liquid is helping the entry process greatly. The tunnel proceeds to a natural dead-end with a small trap door on its upper surface. I am settling in for some very much needed down-time for myself, confident that I will be safe until I have to move on in the morning.
After an undetermined number of zunkels of down time, I am becoming aware that there is another structure entering the tunnel. I had not anticipated this and am very concerned about it. The structure is very large compared to the rest state of the tunnel and is proceeding down the tunnel in alternating efforts in and nearly out of the tunnel. I am trapped at the far end and being pummeled by the structure. I have opened my secure entrance to ascertain at firsthand the damage to my sensors that is going on, when I am inundated by a tremendous volume of a viscous substance similar to that which occurs naturally in the tunnel.
It is proceeding directly into my ship and I am in danger of succumbing to its threat. If you don’t hear anymore from me…………….
[After an extended pause, the following conversation was recorded by the object, at this time evidently out of the body.]
“Oh, Jim. That felt so good!”
“Felt great to me too, babe!”
“Damn, Jim! How long did you save that load?”
“It’s been at least two weeks, Hun. Sorry I woke you up. I know that you have that appointment in the morning.”
“It is okay this time, babe. I need to take better care of you anyway.”
“You usually do, My Love. I love you so much.”
“Come over here and give me a nice big hug. ……… Now let’s go to sleep my big man.”
[How the object got into the sewer system is a matter of considerable curiosity.]
The year is 2156 AD, and a speaker moves from behind a screen to take his place before a crowd of over 4,000 people. They are noisy in anticipation of what the speaker will say, with their vocal interplay amongst themselves. An under-current of nervousness is evident in the tone of many of their voices. Many questions are proposed, the main one being, ‘Why do we have to be here in person?’
“Please, can we have silence now? We have a number of very important subjects to share and discuss with you. It is important that you understand exact-ly what is proposed here today. Many lives will be affected by this. Perhaps, yours. So, now listen up!”
As the crowd began the process of hushing up, the speaker consulted his notes which were actually written on paper in a loose binder in front of him. Curious. And the screen behind him was one of the older type that actually used a projector to place the images on it. It was currently blank, but lit up white.
“The first order of business here is to address one of the essential elements of the enterprise that will be discussed tonight. So, would any of you who have a fundamental objection to human cloning and in particular to the possibility of your being cloned and losing authority over it, please leave. There will be no negative repercussions because of your ethical stand.”
The speaker held his place and remained silent while a small minority of the audience left. It took a couple of minutes for this to proceed because of the antiquated manner of the meeting, with the requirement that the invitees be physically present to be considered for this enterprise.
“Are all of the dissenters out of the hall now? Monitors, are they? Alright, evidently this step is completed. However, if anyone here develops a negative attitude towards the purpose or process of what we are proposing, you can still leave at any time. We brought in a number of you as prospects, with generous (we hope) numbers to cover those who would opt out. Now, please settle down again, so that we can proceed.”
After the hubbub quieted down, he continued: “Next, those with a restrictive attitude towards sex, you will need to be identified. Please lift your hands, so that the monitors can pass on to you a questionnaire on an internet tablet that will update your files for our purpose. Almost any sexual ethical basis will be integral to one or more of the subsets that will be promoted in this endeavor. Unless you fill out the questionnaire, we will consider you to be adaptable in your sexual attitudes and actions. If anyone totally objects to their own or anyone else’s sexual expression, you should also leave now. There will be no room for prejudicial judgments amongst the prospective members of this plan.”
With that just a few left, probably insulted by any mention of sex at all. All of this so far showed the still limited ability of search programs to match actual individual persons to a proposed purpose. ‘But, the losses so far are well within the projected numbers,’ he thought. He then adjusted his tie, straightened his jacket and mentally prepared to move on with the presentation.
“If all of you will now direct your attention to the screen for a short presentation, it will let you know the instigation and purpose of this meeting.” The presentation started and lasted for 15 minutes.
When it was over, the speaker again addressed the congregated throng, “I will now summarize the points offered in the video. Even though the Earth has seemed to have a charmed life for the duration of human habitation, no matter how long that has been as determined to be by the various religious and scientific estimates; the new Boeing 70007 Super Computer, which just went on line 6 months ago, has projected a 40% chance that the Earth will be made uninhabitable in the next 100,000 years.
Even the statistical experts in Las Vegas have agreed with this estimate. How they would ever collect from the losers who bet against this, if it happens, is beyond me. I guess that the winners would have something to celebrate, and the losers would just join the rest of humankind in a much greater loss.
Too often in human history, advance notice of an impending catastrophe has been given too late to people who could have at least tried to do something about it. And they have mostly lived in a state of denial, or have started too late to have a real effect on the danger facing them. With the possibility of a future catastrophe facing us, we cannot delay or ignore it. It involves the survival of the human family forever. In one of his books, Frank Herbert, the writer of DUNE, proposed a process to spread the human family so far out and to so many planets, that the existence of the human family would never be in danger again. We don’t have The God Emperor Leto, so we will have to use another mode. Our attempt to deal with this challenge would seem more familiar to the Bene Tleilaxu, anyway.
Another factor in our endeavor is to take in account the various types of civilizations that have arisen and the social groups that comprised them. We feel that not enough opportunity was given to many of these to prove their worth. Often the gentler ones which had so much to offer, were decimated by the more aggressive ones. Each had factors in their favor, but we would like to see a better chance to see what the more pacific ones would demonstrate. So, each of the planets will be seeded with a complementary group or groups to ‘as can be said,’ see what happens. We won’t know here at home until they progress, if they do, to send out radio waves. Monitors will be placed in various parts of the galaxy to seek these out and relay whatever messages they contain back to Mother Earth.
So, identifiable social groups will be selected to inhabit their own planets. Their sexual mores will vary from planet to planet to match the overall social order of the planets inhabitants. There will be some wild divergence from what is usually thought of as ‘normal’ here on Earth. We are sure that there will be lessons from that, too. I am assuming that there will be a lot of questions in your minds. I will leave them to the Operation Team for each planetary group to answer, since the answers will vary from planet to planet.
Now, I want each of you to consult your pager to see what planetary group you are assigned to. The monitors will help you to move to the proper meeting room designated for you. Also, on your pager will be found a GPS guide to the room, for those of us that are familiar with its use.”
With that, the speaker quickly moved to behind the screen, which had its illumination turned off. The house lights came on, and the crowd began to sort itself out to move to the proper meeting room for each of them. For this first group, there were 50 rooms available for the specific meetings.
On some of the pagers was the code words; SAN FRANCISO. Those who had that code all moved to room 515 on the fifth floor. When all of the invitees, except for the usual number of stragglers seated themselves, they found that the number of chairs was about 60. Already waiting for them was a panel of four members sitting in front at a bare table, facing them, with a few rather large volumes in front of them.
One of them spoke up, “Please be seated and quiet. We have a lot to cover here and we don’t want to stretch it out for too long.” After a couple more moments, “OK, I Paris, will be addressing you. The other members of the panel are representatives of the various technical fields involved in this project. My expertise is Interstellar Flight. Other specialties represented here are Genetics, Sociality and Survivalism. We have an invisible, but highly capable computer node next to me. So no question is anticipated to have no answer for it. Please save the questions for the discussion period, as many of them will be answered in the presentation that is going to follow.
Again, I want to remind you, that at any time that you as an individual decide that you don’t want to be part of this program, you are free to go with absolutely no repercussions for you. If you understand this, please signify by raising your hands.”
Of course there were two hands in the middle that weren’t raised. The moderator asked one of them if he understood the question. The guy said yes, but he had some questions about repercussions. The moderator told him to hold his questions and asked him to raise his hand, so that the presentation could continue. The other hold-out then raised her hand, also.
“Then let us proceed. As was presented in the main hall, there is a calculable risk to the human family if we remain only on the Earth. We need to spread out to reduce the risk. In the last 150 years, many planets have been identified and with the new super computers on line, the mass of data about them has been sifted through to tell us much about them. The one thing that we haven’t found, at least yet, is evidence of actual life anyplace in the universe, except here on Earth. That could change at any time, of course.
But, based on what we have found so far, we are going to proceed on the basis that there is no life outside the Earth’s atmosphere. So, as far as we are concerned, any of the identified planets are considered fair game for our colonization efforts. However, the planets that we have identified have a very narrow range of beneficial conditions conductive to human life, as we know it. Perhaps in other exo groups, the humans will be genetically modified to meet local conditions. Our group will not be doing that. Our planetary mission will employ two ships. One that will proceed the other and then assess the situation on the other end and make the necessary adjustments to bring the planet into inhabitable shape for a hunter-gatherer/small village type of social order. We will discuss the ramifications of that later.
We know that the planet that is our target, known from now on as San Francisco, is in the ‘Goldilocks Zone’ and of the proper distance from its star and with a proper density to support a version of life as we know it. You might note that the inspirations for this particular effort are: the Garden of Eden, San Fran-cisco in the late 1960’s and the social order of elk. The animal not the organization. In the solar system of S.F. we have identified a number of asteroids that can provide heavy metals and water. The first ship has the ability to maneuver these to our benefit, if needed. The second ship will carry the settlers and lag behind for arrival until the first ship’s work is done, and the results are in. It is important to note that there will be no diversions of any of the ships. Each mission is entirely designed for one planet. Failure of any facet of the operation, endangers the whole of the planned effort and the settlers involved.
That is why no humans will be sent out. Only clones will go. Each of you were selected to meet certain criteria of the proposed settlers. If you give your permission, these will be genetically modified and produced to meet mission objectives. The clones will not be grown to full size until the settler ship arrives. We plan on ten of each settler being produced, so that each personage will sur-vive, despite any dangers that they might encounter. But, only one of each will be activated at a time. The first generation will be engineered to live to 1,000 years. The second to 500 years and all generations after that will be limited to a maxi-mum of 250 years, generous by the average life span of humans on Earth which has reached 115 years. When the fifth generation arrives, all of the shipboard clones will be closed down (destroyed.) Remaining genetic material will be kept intact in case of the loss of any of the genetic lines. The long lifespans of the first two generations are intended to reinforce the original social order and plan on the inhabitants into the fourth generation. After that, the inhabitants can modify the social order within certain genetically enforced paradigms to meet their needs over time.
The social order on this planet will be like the elk herd. One male who will live a wandering life, with six females who will live in villages separate from each other and raise their children by him, mostly without his help. A matriarchal society. Civilization will be carried on by the females. The males will live a kind of ‘Playboy’ dream life. Wandering, thinking and spending two weeks out of each two months in rotation with the female head of each village. He will also have a submissive sterile female to accompany him on his wanderings. The young men will leave the village when they can compete for a small coterie of their own fe-males. Then they will spread out to establish their own village collection for him to dominate.
When the first villages are established by each lead female, there will be a delivery of a ‘Robinson Crusoe’ chest for the aid of their work. It will have all of the hand tools needed to build, repair, and start their agricultural efforts. It will also have a very durable Book of Knowledge, to help things get started. These principles will then be stored in song form. The Second Ship, will have a considerable number of these kits available for future generations and villages.
The wandering men will get their own kit, which will be modeled after their needs.
Each female will be programmed to prefer oral and anal sex, except during their assigned fertile periods of two months each, every two years. Vaginal sex will be a special gift to deserving males (and females) during the times in between, solely at the discretion of the female. All females are sterile, except during fertile periods which will always be when they are a part of a particular male’s coterie. The sterile females can have intercourse with anyone in between fertile times.
Each female in the original coterie’s will be modeled on females that the male was attracted to, and preferably involved sexually with in his original con-figuration here on Earth. There will be some genetic engineering to accentuate some characteristics and reduce others. We think that they will still be identifiable to the male involved. Each male here that decides on offering up genetic material for our use in this project has the right to nominate prospective females for his male clone. We will sift through these and eliminate any that we feel are frivolous suggestions. The males and females will use the names that they were known as here on Earth. The groups will be known by his family name, the wo-men will name their own villages.
An added note about the settlers. They will retain the memories of their previous lives as humans on the Earth, only it will be accessible only during times of sleep or deep meditation. We feel that the lessons derived from their previous lives contain deep and very important principles to help guide them in their new lives. It is a type of short-cut to them becoming an integrated and balanced society. It is thought by our expert to be a lot simpler and less chancy than trying to infuse a set of manufactured parameters into their minds. These memories really happened, so the lessons will have much more influence in their decision making. Also, as I will discuss later, in case a particular clone is replaced for any reason, all of its memories, even the reason for the replacement will become an infused memory. We think that that will provide a very strong motivating force to accept-able and progressive social conduct.
The sexual mores will be very relaxed on this planet. There will be no punishment for any sexual action, unless serious harm is done to the recipient. A congregation of the head females in the named group will judge this matter in a way that meets with their approval. And they will determine the punishment, subject to the male leader’s veto, if the punishment involves physical harm or banishment. In case of a very violent or otherwise dangerous offense against a person or group of persons, there will be ingrained in the DNA of each settler a guilt sense that will cause the offender to have a reduced lifespan and possibly make him sterile to not reproduce his bad behavior either genetically or by example. If the person becomes a murderer or is otherwise unrepentant in regard to serious offenses, there will be a genetic cue to cause him to close down in death painlessly to prevent him or her from being a danger to others. This method also prevents guilt by those who want to live peacefully but are faced with the responsibility of dealing with serious miscreants. The ships equipment can then replace the dead individual with an improved clone to preserve its genetic gift to the community.
Young persons will be able to develop their sexuality at their own pace. ‘As long as it feels good, it will be OK,’ will be the general rule. No negative attitudes will be allowed about kinky sex, nor age-divergent partners. We feel that with these very general rules in force, sex will subside into a process to make children, and a very pleasant manner of interaction between friends. Just like it should be.
The women and children in the villages will foster a very basic form of agriculture. The men wandering will be self-supporting in their hunter/gatherer mode of life, and do not have the right to the growing efforts of the villagers, unless invited to share. The ships seeding the planets will concentrate on trees, plants and animals that are helpful to human survival, with a few very well con-trolled scavengers to take care of the dead. They will all be altered to be no direct danger to live humans.
One of the adjustments to the clones to be there is that they will be infused genetically with a high level of musical ability. Their chests will be expanded in this effort, which will be to every male’s dream, with the result increased prominence of the women’s breasts. To have mercy on them, the breasts will be contained in size to not put an unnecessary strain on their backs and egos. In short range communications, the singing can act like a cell phone. And with very comprehensive song forms, like the navigation songs of the Satawal Islanders, much of human lore and knowledge can be preserved.
As you can see, this planet is to be a place of peace, plenty and love. Especially sexual love. We here in the institute overseeing this are very curious to see how this works out. We feel that the young people in San Francisco so many years ago were on to something when they preached, “Make Love, Not War!” We want to see how this might work out with no bullying authorities or competitive militaristic institutions to contend with them on this planet. Since they will tend to be a low-tech society, we may never find out, unless an Enterprise with a future Captain encounters them on his wanderings.
Now, we will break up into discussion groups free to ask questions of our board of experts. Each panel member will moderate his group. You can wander from one group to another to obtain answers to your questions on a variety of matters.”
“Major Benson, please take a seat. I hope that you brought several containers of your favorite beverage and a complete lunch, because this briefing will continue uninterrupted until completion, however long that might be. There is a bathroom over there when you need it, and two beds in the corners for if we fall asleep in exhaustion. I won’t welcome any questions until long into the briefing. I will tell you when they can be offered to me. If they come up in your mind, just please use the tablet in front of you to write them down. It is non-electronic for security reasons.”
The Major nodded.
“Okay. We have a lot of material to cover and it will all be new to you. You have been selected to a mission that will have a very direct bearing on the future of mankind. You were selected by the BOARD and then referred to the UNIT for processing. Like a lot of things under the authority of the BOARD, there is no thought of asking for a volunteering by the person selected. I see you didn’t flinch at that. We here in the inner circle, or at least close to it are used to that, are we not?”
She again nodded.
“Okay, first about you. You know, of course, that you are a descendant of Major General James Benson, who spent a very great portion of his life at this installation that we call the UNIT. He was a randy kind of guy and left many children around after his death. He also had a genetic predisposition to be very determined in his approach to his work. You are also descended from his lover, Maliah. She was a Native-American and a considerable intelligence in her own right. Also folded into you were genes from General Benson’s wife, Frieda, as intelligent a person as has ever been officially recorded. Other persons who have sent their genetic heritage on to you are an old girlfriend of General Benson’s, Sue; a taxidriver named Marcus; a set of twins named Marie and Mary and a truly wacky girl named Gloria. We are not sure of the reasons for some of these, but Marcus had a reputation for a very vivid imagination. How that would be useful is beyond me, but the B.G. unit (nickname for the COMMITTEE FOR HUMAN DEVELOPMENT, the genetic planning section of the UNIT) would know. They just aren’t sharing.”
Major Benson knew all of this already. With apologies to Frank Herbert, who was a serious scientific prophet although he wouldn’t have countenanced that recognition during his life, many of the notions that he had of his imaginary Bene Geserrit came true by a very powerful section of the UNIT. They never did successfully breed for intelligence, though.
But, she nodded to leave the narrator with his mistaken impressions about her knowledge.
“Since you have lived here all of your life, even though you don’t know any of this, it probably comes as no surprise to you after hearing it. You are undoubtedly very knowledgeable about how things go on here, even if you haven’t been offered all of the particulars.”
He looked for another nod, but she just remained attentive to his narrative.
“The result of all of this is you, and a very few like you. From among them you have been selected by the BOARD for this briefing and for the mission that it will lead to. I am a nameless-for-now member of the BOARD that was sent to notify you of your selection for this mission and its parameters.
I am now going to relate a lot of information that would under any other circumstances result in your immediate death, if it was found out that you knew of it. Many have died in promoting the secrecy of it, and a whole lot more in the carrying out of its purpose.”
The Major thought to herself, “This must be about the PROJECT!” She knew a little about it, but kept this limited knowledge to herself and didn’t give it away to the narrator that she had this knowledge.
The narrator paused and to himself said, “Perfect, she is covering her know-ledge of this so perfectly that no one would ever know that she had any knowledge of it. I wouldn’t even guess that it is so, except it was I that maneuvered her into gaining that information. She will be perfect for this mission.”
Continuing on with his narrative, “What the project was and is, is a pyramidal tetrahedron in space made up of four vertices, each located one light year from Earth. Each of the stations at the vertices was insanely expensive, but it was determined that the Earth and its population is in danger of annihilation at some time in the next 150,000 years. About a 50% danger. So, the planners and builders of this combined construct determined to build a comprehensive array to watch for dangers from without and dangers within our solar system.
The face of each triangle has an energy projection that acts like a mirror to gather light and other spectra from across the universe. The largest such construct ever built by man. They can actually look at the planets that the other telescopes have found. Unfortunately they have not found any verifiable signs of life on any planet that they have found and looked intently at. Only a minute amount of the data that has been gathered has be analyzed however.
Each of the stations at the vertices is self-sustainable for a very long time, up to 1200 years without refueling. Each has as its basis a metal rich asteroid and a snowball one linked together. This provides a very large repository of metals to work with and gases for breathing and fuel. The metal one is hollowed out and the removed material was used to construct the other structures attached to it. The snowball is covered to reduce unnecessary loss of its mass.
The whole station is constructed with a functioning engine at the extreme forward and at the extreme aft. Each was constructed within the solar system and then flown out to its appointed position. The four ships are in constant con-tact with each other and work together. They maintain a constant relative position from each other. The ships only communicate with the Earth if there is an emergency. And it is a very closely guarded method at that, because this is the greatest secret that has ever been kept among humans.
There are 1200 people exactly on each of these stations. Births are used to keep the population exact. None of these people were volunteers and none of them will ever return to the Earth, so you can understand that we went to considerable lengths to make them as comfortable as possible. The population is maintained at 50% each of men and women.
The stations are defensible. They have mass accelerators and beam weapons. They have short range ships for interception and hand weapons on board. These are kept in close security for obvious reasons, though the people involved were selected for their ability to get along well with others among their other traits.
Officially they are under the rule of the CZARATE, but they are so far away and in such rare communication that they are essentially ruling themselves. No word of any problems in that regard though, so far.
Now your place in all of this is that you are going to be sent out to one of the stations with messages that cannot be transmitted in any way from the Earth to the stations. Even though we are very careful in regard to any messages sent back and forth, the usual ones are just private. No real harm if others decipher them. But, the messages that you are going to hand carry need to be secure from any attempt to intercept them.
You are going to be sent out attached to the seeder ship, San Francisco 2, in deep sleep, instead of as a clone sample. The pod that will contain you will be recovered by one of the short range ships at the other end, so that the seeder ship will not even have to slow down very much. You will be in cold sleep to pro-tect your sanity and youth on the trip. They will wake you at the other end with instructions that we will send in the easily opened pod. The messages that you will deliver will not be in any electronic or other form, but in your memory. We know that you have an instant and permanent memory.
Now for one of the reasons for this mission I will now hand to you a manu entitled, INVASION, for you to read right now. You might want to take a short break before considering it, drink some of your beverage, eat one of your lunches and take a potty break. You can even take a power nap if you want to do so.”
“I think that I will do so, so that I can give my perusal of the material my full attention,” she answered. And she did.
After she read the manu, she looked up at the chairman of this meeting and after a brief pause said, “Well, I guess that pretty takes care of the ‘We Are Alone’ theory. How did it get all the way to Earth undetected?”
“Good Question? Especially since one of the purposes of The Project is to watch for just these kinds of threats. Evidently, its small mass went undetected by the massive field projection upon entry of our little corner of the universe.
One of the assumptions that was integrated into The Project was that if an alien incursion occurred, it would likely be of substantial size. We got that wrong, we now see. Just like the ‘Death Star’ in the Star Wars movies, we were tuned too much to large vessels and so a small one gets through.
In this case an analysis of the manu and the technological status that it infers, our scientists have come to the conclusion, that very little is brought with them in their very small vessels. Most of what they will need is found at their destinations and converted to their use by the means brought with them. Perhaps, they even reconstruct their own bodies in that way. Pity that the alien died, we could have learned much from it, assuming it didn’t conquer us first, of course.”
After letting her consider all of this, and with a brief pausing after that, he continued:
“So what your mission is, is that you are to be our personal messenger to the Stations and an integral part of their further missions. You will not be coming back.”
He now waited to see her reactions to this notification. But, saw no indication of any quailing in response to it.
“One of the qualifications that you met was that you have already produced two children, who can continue to carry your special genetic gifts. You have not been part of any long lasting relationships that we can determine, though.”
“And your children are very close to the partners who produced them with you. So, they will not be left bereft of family ties with your absence. Unfortunately, you will not be able to see or communicate in person with them before you leave. You may produce a recorded message for them, but it will be very closely inspected to make sure that no secure knowledge or even references to it will be contained in it. And it will be delivered after your departure.
When you leave this meeting, you will be put in the hands of a very dedicated security team to protect you until you leave on your assignment. That should be within the next couple of months with the sendoff of the San Francisco 2 seeder ship. It is the follower to the San Francisco 1 ship that will move ahead and prepare the forthcoming planet for colonization. With the San Francisco 2 lagging behind, it makes it possible to use it to transport you to the Station.
In the meantime, you will receive a lot of material concerning the stations to consider in preparation for your trip. We will let you know the messages that you are to bear, just before you leave.
Also, please don’t be shocked by your security and care giving teams. They have been altered to enhance their security responsibilities. For instance, they are all blind, so as to not to be able to identify you to anyone who might inquire about this. They will not speak to you. But, since they know the quarters that you will occupy, they will serve you very well.”
The Major was a bit uncomfortable over this, but kept her own counsel about it.
The narrator noticed this, but made no remark about it. She couldn’t know the sacrifices that were made to complete this Project since its inception, the narrator reminded herself. So many good people lost everything to make it come to pass. ‘Has any project of mankind ever incurred such bloodguilt? Not even the pyramids of ancient Egypt, he mused.’
“You will now be delivered into the care of the security team. Don’t be alarmed at their blindness, they are very capable. The study materials will be delivered to you shortly. They are all hard copies for security’s sake. And the means to make a recording for your children will follow that soon. There is a gym available to you and you may have human interaction of the intimate type, when you want it. I understand that blind lovers are very attentive ones.”
With that pronouncement, the Major put herself in the hands of the security team and left the conference room to await her leaving on her mission.
The Major took a few days to reflect on what she had been told before she considered the voluminous materials on the PROJECT that were delivered for her instruction and consideration. She used the time to get plenty of sleep and exercise. She also made a real effort to eat some actually healthy food, too.
On the third night, when the ‘servant’ was about to leave for her sleep period, she took his hand and guided him to her bed. He knew what that meant and was happy to comply. The major was quite beautiful, but of course he wouldn’t know that directly. But, he did detect that she was a thoughtful and affectionate lover. Since this was one of the duties that he was assigned, he was totally prepared to share with her intimacies. He had had a brief consultation with his handler about her intimate interests, so he was very prepared for her.
She had been observing him for a couple of days and he intrigued her. He was what would be considered a ‘beautiful’ black man. He had medium dark skin; short cropped hair; and a medium sized, but well-muscled body. He was very sure of himself as he carried out his duties, but was very respectful to her also. A perfect lover, she thought. She would be using birth-control for this fun, since she didn’t need the presence of another baby at this time. She did think that he would be a fine DNA donor, though. Too bad, not this time.
As they reclined on the bed, she let him explore her with his hands as she did the same with him. He was very calm and tender in his ministering to her. She was somewhat more demanding of him. After a period of intense kissing and caressing, the clothes started to come off. As this progressed, she was happy to see that his instrument was of ‘normal’ size. He was happy to find that her breasts were anything but normal sized.
As their kissing and caressing progressed to the most intimate areas of their bodies, their minds began to detune and their hearts soared. Both were getting very excited and were showing it by the natural fluids that each were producing and displaying. This inspired them both to more fervently seek out the other’s most private areas, mutually stimulating each other to both of their delights.
Since she had a lot of studying to do over the next few weeks and was unclear as to whether this would be repeated, she decided to share the ‘whole enchilada’ with him tonight. So, she moved to give him his very personal pleasure with her mouth on his member. He was raising up to meet her oral thrusts, and when it became apparent to her that he was about to climax, she moved him to her vagina to finish himself and herself. She guided him to allow her to close her legs, with him inside to greatly stimulate her clit. His energy and continued affectionate attentions quickly brought them both. They then laid in each other’s arms for a short time.
When they had both cooled off and were just relaxing in each other’s arms, he made motions to leave her in peace for the night. But, she made it known to him that she had another piece to share with him. Not that he minded, you surely would understand.
So, she now initiated the further attentions, by moving down to again work -up his member. It soon soared to a considerable, but still workable size for a comfortable foray into her back alley. She now had him give oral attentions to her rear entrance, which he was glad to do. She was soon excited, and so he lubed her up and massaged the area around the entry port. He also accompanied that with sharp, but not painful slaps to her twin posterior beauties.
She then moved to position herself with her head down on the surface of the bed and her ass up in the air, as high as she could reach it. She spread her legs so that he could start things in her pussy, which helped to loosen up her muscles and lube up his dick. When he felt the entry muscles of her back port begin to relax, he gently began to enter her. She reached back and encouraged him to proceed more quickly and soon he was at full depth for his abilities. They at first gently and then more urgently pounded each other until they both came. He was all played out after this, and she excused him for the night with several very gentle and affectionate kisses.
The next day, she rested and did her exercises. He smiled when he came in to service her ‘apartment.’ She patted his hand as he walked by, but gave him no other encouragement.
The next day after that, she awoke ready to begin seriously attacking all of the info that was arrayed for her. All of it on hard copies to maintain security. It took her three days to sift quickly through it, with some sections earmarked for further intensive attentions.
In her handwritten synopsis, she had noted a number of factors that would come under this attention. Among them were:
That the stations were able to be mobile, as well as serve in position.
That the expected genetic damage done to the crew was somewhat prevented by mostly operating inside of the mineral asteroid, but that the inevitable damage was treated by a special ‘machine’ that cured the damage at the genetic level.
That as well as using childbirth to maintain the size of the crew, they also had genetic material for each crew member in case of emergency need, and the ability of re-growing that member from it.
That all of the women and men were responsible to serve the intimate needs of each other. It was done on a ‘luck-of-the-drawing’ appointment method, each member required to make themselves available no less than twice a week. Each member could also opt for a relationship with another crew member and had unlimited privileges with them. But, that did not mitigate their responsibilities towards their other crew members. After a particular crew member partook with a certain crew member, they had no further immediate right to their attentions for six months. It was totally up to the recipient as to other further meetings. Even the captain was not excused. The only provision was that no one had to share in same-sex relations unless it was okay with themselves.
That the station (ship) had the ability to refuel itself, if another suitable asteroid could be found or moved to it.
That each of the ships had a generous compliment of James/Frieda and James/Maliah descendants. These were known only by the local B.G. representative, who had control of reproduction on their own particular installation.
All of this produced a number of lines of inquiry for her and avenues for thoughtful contemplation. Nothing was being upheld from her, except what the specific reasons and missions for her were in this. That would come later.
The Major studied the available material for the next few weeks, with no interruption to her effort. She came up with no more factoids, but did gain a lot of background info on what she had already deemed pertinent to her. The time for her departure was nearing and so she was told that she would have a very meaningful briefing the night before her leaving.
With that in mind, she decided to relax the last few days before that briefing. She indicated to the ‘servant’ that she again wanted to share with him. In her studies she had picked up enough sign language to let him know to have his ‘A’ game ready, and that he would be staying with her all night. They did nothing else, but what they had done before, but with a lot more knowledge of each other and also with a lot more energy, with the warning given. When he left in the morning, she was totally sated and ready for whatever was to come. He was the one who had a couple of tears with the feeling that he would never be with her again. She was very consoling to him before he left. She was notable for not looking down on men who had very tender feelings, too. And showed them!
At noon the next day, she was summoned to the same briefing room that she had been briefed in before her confinement.
The same narrator was there to handle this and after considering some written reports before him, addressed her. “I see that you have used your time well. In reviewing your notes, you have clearly identified a number of the factors that will figure into your mission.”
And he smiled as he offered, “And I see that you and Clyde got along very well, too!”
She raised her eyes to meet his, but said nothing.
He passed over this, and allowed this small gift of privacy to her.
“You will be leaving on your mission in five hours and I have very important information to pass on to you. I need you concentration now to a higher level than ever before. Some of the statements that I will share will have very little explanation. For them, the reasons will become abundantly clear as you carry out the missions that they entail.
First of all, upon your entry to the travel pod that will be attached to San Francisco 2, you will be promoted to five star general. This comes directly from the CZARATE and has been approved by Congress. You will be superior to anyone that you meet away from the Earth and expected to act so. Upon your arrival at the Node#1, you will assume command of all four of the Nodes. This action will be reported to the Station Commander in such a way that he will definitely recognize its legitimacy.
Second, you will secure a secret briefing of all the commanders, as soon as they too recognize your authority and pass on the account of the ‘Invasion.’ This is to be held in strictest confidence until the other elements of your mission are well underway, at which time all of these very bright people will have probably figured out what is ‘up’ anyway.
Third, you will direct the respective sections to increase attentions on planets that might support human inhabitation. They don’t have to be Earthlike, just inhabitable. Also, they need to prepare to download all of the considerable data that they have accumulated back to the Earth. We are prepared to accept and store it for our use.
Fourth, you will prepare the four stations to take on seeder ship status. They will not be sent to particular planets like the seeder ships up to now. They will have the ability to adapt to a variety of planetary situations. They will, with refueling from relatively nearby material sources, then be able to continue this search for up to 1200 years or beyond. It will depend on the management of each facility.
After the preparation of each of the facilities under your direct command, you will then release each one to the command of the current staff. You will remain on the Node #1 ship and come into a lasting and fruitful relationship with its commander General James Elliott. He is also a descendant of Major General James Benson and Frieda. You will then be ‘commander emeritus’ and take up some responsibility commensurate with your training. Weather, I believe? But, General Elliott will from then on actively command the ship.
Then all of the facilities (now ships) will proceed on their individual seeding missions. Good Speed, to you.”
The Major sat back to absorb all of this. It appeared that this had been very well thought out. She couldn’t think of any questions. They would come as she came out at the station with the Earth very far away. She didn’t think that they would let her have Clyde to take along. But, perhaps General Elliott will do. She thought that she got the message about being ‘fruitful.’ The B.G. section would be happy about that, she surmised.
So, she nodded to the briefer and prepared herself mentally for the many challenges ahead.
‘Old Man’ is sitting on his couch wondering what to do with this day. He has already fulfilled his domestic responsibilities on his previous two days off from his cool hobby job. He also saw his obligatory movie of the week the previous evening. The gas tank is full. The cupboards and refrigerator are full. His clothes are washed, dry and hung up.
It is fun to be a cranky old fart, most of the time. But, it will be another week, or so, until his ‘gal pal’ forgives him for his latest inter personal faux pas. She is so unreasonable asking, no requiring him, to be civil and polite at least part of the time. Just because she is unfailingly cool and polite, does that require that he return the same to her? Well………….I guess so.
She will forgive me in another week or two and call me up to see how I am doing in her usual cheery voice. And, I will be even more glad to hear from her than I would ever admit. She has been the constant in my life for the last eight years. Safeguarding my heart and guiding my care of this aged body. One of the few people in my long life that I can or could truly count on.
My long term young lover has gone off with a younger man, about her age, and culture. Good for her. I hope that they are and stay very happy with them being together. I was crazy about her, and want her to be taken very good care of, since I will not be there to help her anymore. Some very sweet memories of her, to brighten an otherwise lonely and drab evening.
I look at the T.V. schedule and find nothing worthwhile to watch, except a Mariner game. They are actually playing some entertaining and successful base-ball this year. Who would have thought?
I look out my sliding glass door to my balcony of my condo and admire a really beautiful day. Only a little drizzle, and the cloud cover has a few breaks in it. Marvelous! I will only have to wear my cap and light jacket with the obligatory umbrella to fend off the raindrops and any aggressive dog that I encounter. Haven’t seen many of them since I moved to town. Good, I would rather not encounter them than deal with them.
As I finish up my bowl of mini-shredded wheat, and half banana, I think of what I will do this afternoon and evening, after my walk and shower. I realize that I am feeling rather ‘needy.’ It has been a couple of weeks since I indulged my favorite pastime in the arms of a lovely woman. So, I decide to check out what is available.
The local listings are scant. The regional board has a lot of very desirable ladies, a long distance from here. So, I check the Canadian’ board to see what is available. And low and behold, there is a ‘native’ lady there that is advertising. I have seen her ads before, but I now decide to check this out further. She lists that she is age 34, medium height, HWP, GFE and gives a great BBBJ. There is a picture, a ‘selfie,’ that shows a fine looking milf. She says that she likes to ‘role play’ and prefers to not do anal, but is influenceable about this. Sounds good. I wonder if she will do a young girl ‘role play’ with her full menu and anal for an hour? So, I email her and she says sure for an hour and a half, since it will take some time to do it all. She suggested $300, and I agreed and made the date for later in the evening. That would allow me to complete all my planned activities and travel to be with her. I told her that I would text her when I was in her neighborhood, and she said that she would respond then with her exact address.
I parked in her driveway, right next to her car, just like I belonged there. I suppose that the neighbors know what is going on here with all of the guys com-ing in and out. And with her living alone, I presume. But, since this activity is not illegal here and if kept private, not looked down on, they probably pay no attention to it. Hell, she is probably part of the neighborhood ‘block watch’ committee.
I am dressed like a businessman, perhaps a lawyer, with a business like carrying case in my hand. Just window dressing to cover the situation with plausible deniability prepared for. I walk right up to the door, just like I belong and knock. No door-bell ring. Despite the fact that most houses have a door bell, I have found that most people would prefer that you knock. It is less disturbing to the ambiance of the home.
She opens and appears at the door, dressed just like a high school teenager. She has her hair in braids, light make-up and is wearing a plaid skirt, white frilly blouse, knee-high white hose and ‘mary-jane’ black shoes. She is also into her role with a little girl manner about her and a welcoming hug, in the fashion of a teen welcoming her favorite grandfather.
With her young girl pitch to her voice, “Well, Hi Grandpa. Mom and Dad are away for the day to have some private time. I am alone here till morning. What brings you here, Grampa?”
I put on my best ‘grandpa’ manner and reply, “Oh honey, I just came by to check on you to see if you are going to be okay here alone. May I check out the house to see if it is safe?”
She simpers a little, sashays around to show off her young charms and in her little voice says, “Sure Gramps, check out all that you want!” This was said with a sly look in her eyes and lightly lifted skirt.
So, I make a show of checking the doors and windows on the first floor. They are locked and secure. Then I go up the stairs and ask her to join with me to make sure that I don’t miss anything. I check out the master bedroom, the master bath, the common bathroom and the other bedrooms, leading to the checking out of her bedroom. I look around her bedroom, while she is making herself enticing to me. I then notice this, or pretend to just notice it, and grab her into my arms.
“You little minx. Honey, you have been enticing me since I came into the house. I guess it is time to check you out, too.”
“Oh, Grandpa, whatever do you mean?”
“Let’s take that blouse off to start to check you out……….”
The next thing that I am aware of is that I am tied up, as comfortable as possible and am staring at a very strange looking creature, nothing like the little girl that I was putting ‘the make’ onto.
“Sorry to stall your fun. We can still follow through when I get done explaining myself to you. If you want to. And yes, despite the current appearance, I am really a female by your reckoning. But, I am appearing like this to emphasize that what you are going to hear from me is really true. Otherwise, I am convinced that you wouldn’t believe it.”
“I don’t know what you are going to say, but I am prepared to disbelieve it or accept it on its merits. I will try to be not too influenced by what my eyes see, they can be fooled.”
“Good! Your maxim, seeing is believing, is often misleading. Your other senses, can be much more reliable at times. Intelligent use of your brain helps too.”
“Okay, I will suspend my disbelief function until I have heard you out.”
“I am obviously an extraterrestrial. I was sent as part of a pair to investigate your planet and culture. In this case cultures, of which you have many. My partner proceeded ahead of me, and unexpectantly disappeared. You don’t know anything about that, do you?”
“No I don’t.”
“I didn’t think that you would. I couldn’t get any info from The UNIT or from the headquarters of the Czarate. By the way, I thought that he was going to serve only twenty years.”
“He did, but after the initial shock of his methods, the people came to the conclusion that he was doing a much better job that any president that we have ever had, so he was reelected as a ‘write-in’ candidate by a very high margin, even though he put on no campaign. And it has been reported that he never (nor The Unit) sends important messages over electronic means, so as to not allow them to be intercepted.”
“Very wise. That explains that. I received a message from my partner at the base ship, before he disappeared and it told me much about your females, and little else. So, I proceeded to fulfill the mission objective myself.
We are very interested in you as living entities. No, we have no designs on your Earth. The universe is vast and there is plenty of room for all, and more. But, we and others interested too, realize that we will eventually be meeting each other in space. And we would like to know you well enough to avoid unpleasant misunderstandings when that happens. We and the others have been observing you, hidden among you, for many years. Especially since you made your atom bombs and set them off. Very few of the entities that you will meet in space are harmful, and when you get there we will show you how to cope with the ones who are. We have also interdicted the Earth from their presence. So, you are quite safe as long as you stay here, and relatively safe if you wander outward.
As you might have guessed, I am a morph and am able to take on almost any form that I need to use. With that ability, I have been able to penetrate most of your secrets, but not all. Actually, I can take the real shape and manner of a real teenager of your people, and would still play along with you. Or any other shape that you want: a lovely T.S. with a very small dick, a sensuous slim black woman, a cute and compliant Asian girl, a horny Thai ‘lbfm,’ a gracious Chinese ‘milf’ or any of the ladies that you have been truly impressed with and lost their attentions. In fact I promise to give you experiences, as many as you want of these and any other you can think of. I only ask one thing back.
That you write up this story and plant it among your others in one of your books. Yes, I know that you are writing, and I will make sure that you have some modest level of success, so that you will be able to finance ‘your fun’ and also indirectly get this message out. ‘That we mean you no harm.’
I apologize in advance, that I will be gently nudging you to accomplish that. But, I think that you will have no problem putting it out in that form. It can be believed or not, but it will get at least some of the intelligent ones among you to more actively think on these lines. It will make it easier to make the transition of a people who are rather self-centered, to one that is more open to others when we inevitably meet in space.
Now, I am going to bring you out of this and restore your experience with the young teenager, who will to all intents and purpose be just that. We have tweaked your mind to accept this without question and enjoy your experience. When you have left and gone home, you will upon your arrival remember our conversation. And I am certain that you will comply. Now for your fun….”
She took off her blouse with no complaint and simply melted into me as I caressed her youthful breasts uncovered by a bra, from under her blouse. I leaned down to kiss and suckle them and she pulled me even closer to them to taste them. I even got a slight taste of girl milk. It was unexpectant and very sensually driving. I lifted her onto the bed and lifted her skirt to see her little girl panties. They were white, tight and clingy to her pussy.
She laid back and pulled my face up to her crotch to smell and taste her hidden treasures. I pulled her panties aside and licked up the crease to her clit. She moaned at this and started to leak cum from her pussy. She then pulled me down to the bed and encouraged me to lay on my back. She laid on top of me and kissed me, just like I like, with lips and tongue all over my mouth and face. She moved down to give attention to my now revealed nipples and then removed my trousers to take care of my member.
After a sucking that left me limp of body, but not of dick, she grabbed my hand and guided it to her behind. I took the clue and began to massage her butt cheeks and then moved my fingers to her rear entrance. I pulled my hand back to my mouth, moistened my fingers and moved them back to caress and then enter her anal cavity. Her moaning got even louder and she begged, “Enter me Grand-pa, enter my ass!”
So, I kissed her again and then moved her over to her belly over two pillows and then entered her gently and progressively until I was totally in her. She then began to push back on me repeatedly and encouraged me vocally and with her hands to pump into her, gently at first and then finally very emphatically. We were bouncing in and out against each other, vocally encouraging each other. Her sweet voice was telling me how much she was enjoying this, and I was telling her how much I loved her. Finally we both climaxed, me still in her, and I filled up her bowels with my cum.
We eventually separated and rolled over to take each other into our arms. We said gentle and loving things into each other’s ears and cuddled so close together that we could hear each other’s heart beats. As they slowed down, we just melted into each other’s arms.
“Thank you, Grandpa,” she murmured and lightly kissed me again.
“You were wonderful, my lovely!”
“Can we do it again?”
“Okay, my love. I will come again, maybe tomorrow.”
“No, I mean tonight. Will you stay over with me? And love me, Papi?”
“Sure, my dear, if it will be okay.”
I awoke the next morning and left for home.
When I got home, I was very tired and laid down for a nap. As I dozed, some thoughts came to my mind. Planted there by the morph, no doubt. It took the form of a lecture.
“What have you learned about us and our cultures on the Earth?”
“I have learned that you are a very energetic and creative race. In less than 200 years you have made astounding progress in scientific and engineering fields. And you have a great capacity to make practical usage of your discoveries.
Sadly, you haven’t made progress in the social areas of life! You spend a lot of time killing one another on an individual and national level. And your sexual relationships are mostly appalling in the reality of their practice. You spend a lot of time telling each other that you love them, but in your practices you too often belie that claim.
One of the reasons for this, I believe is that you have not come to grips with your sexual nature. Too much ignorance and very bad programing. Just a few of you really are accomplished at pleasing your partners.
You also spend too much time telling each other what is permissible. A lot of this is based on your varied understandings of what the Evermind of the universe expects of us. Every sentient culture tries to comprehend and show respect for the intelligence behind all existence. But, most of us have come to the conclusion that it would never want us to be different to what our basic natures are, and not want us to impose our will on others in this regard. Each culture and individual must find his own path. Only when it is a real danger to others should it be curtailed or forbidden. And this is very rare.
One of the contributions to this problem to your people is the usually very poor indoctrination and introduction that you get into the sexual part of your life. Sex isn’t all or even the most important part of your lives. It does seem to be much more important among your people than in any other stellar culture that we can find, though. But, because of how deeply it speaks to your inner feelings, it needs to be carefully introduced and gently indoctrinated.
In looking at the situation from an outside view, I have the feeling that this would be best done by the parents. Both in an instructional way and in a practical way. Who is best to teach a child? Its loving parents, of course. Unfortunately, this is usually forbidden in your cultures. Although it is often practiced anyway.
Too often the first knowledge of these things come from ignorant contemporaries or warped strangers to the family. This leads to very bad instilled attitudes in the young ones, which too often carry over for the rest of their lives.
When a parent wants to teach something to their children, like cooking or changing the oil in the car, do they just throw a book at them? Not, if they truly love them. They take them to the kitchen or the driveway and explain what is going to be done and then share in it with them. It would seem as an outside observer that it would also be the best way to start the children on their lifelong sexual trip. With the mother with the son and the father with the daughter. Who would ever love them more, until they find a proper mate. And continued sharing with them would keep them in line until that mate was found. Preventing premature pregnancy would be a very important consideration, too.
Perhaps, this is one of the reasons that so many men want to simulate this by having ‘role play’ experiences pretending this.
I am not in the position to tell you what to do in this regard. But, when you eventually get over having misinformed and recalcitrant religious leaders who try to lead you away from your basic natures, perhaps all of this will sort itself out in some way. I sure hope so. Because as a race, you have such a possibility of leading all sentient species in maximizing the personal and cultural benefits of this interaction. When it becomes balanced among you, you will be able to lead all of us in enjoying of this. I know that as a morph, who has used it to learn more about you, I have become very impressed by the pleasure and inner peace that it brings when it is done well.”
With that, I fell asleep and when I awoke, I included this very ‘interesting (?)’ summation and her suggestions into my story as published.
NOTE: She kept her promise and I see her every once in a while, joyously I admit.
Note: This is a progression from the story arc starting with THE UNIT, from my novel thru to SPACE FLIGHT.
Major Benson, now General of the Armies Francine Benson, moved up and in to the life sustaining pod that had been attached to the outside of the Seeder ship San Francisco 2 for easy detaching when they came into the vicinity of Node 1. There one of their small local ships would locate and transport her to the Node, still in cryosleep. She would be awakened, very carefully, by the station personnel qualified for this. And then the ‘fun’ would begin. Starting with explanations as to why she had come there in the first place.
For one of the few times in this monumental project, things worked out like clockwork, just as planned, and General Benson, found herself awakening in a medical dispensary on the Node. She was given several day periods (24 hours each) to shake off the cryosleep after-effects and to get her bearings around the station. With her rank she could look anywhere she wanted to and did so. The personal feelings of the crew would go back into effect once she had made her appraisal of the installation and its crew. Because this was obviously very import-ant, the crew kept their resentment under firm control and things proceeded quickly.
With her now feeling herself again, she notified the Commander of Node 1, that she needed to have a very private meeting with the key personnel of the station. It needed to be made clear how serious the security needs for the information given to them would be. On Earth, it was a death sentence to breathe anything shared with a person about this matter.
Some of the personnel on the station had heard of Major Benson and were in awe of her record, but not especially afraid of her person. That changed immediately when she appeared in the hallways heading to the private meeting with a uniform that indicated that she was the highest ranking officer in the Space Corps. In fact the highest ranking officer of all of the Earthly military everywhere.
The Quarter Master acting as host called the meeting to order and then introduced General Benson to the very attentive audience.
She scanned over the audience and was satisfied that those in attendance were being very orderly and attentive to her and what her message would be.
“Gentlemen and Ladies, I have greetings to pass on to you from THE BOARD, THE UNIT and SPACE COMMAND. They all wish you well and advise you to pay especially close attention to what I am to share with you. It will affect the rest of your lives and be integral to the survival of the human family.”
“First of all, I want to commend you for the first rate condition of the station. I did find a few items to bring to attention of your Executive Officer, but nothing too critical. Congratulations on that.”
“I wish that that was all that I came for, but I am going to pass on now the message that will change things forever.”
“First of all, I have a video to share with you. Please pay very close attention to it and I will answer questions about it and discuss its pertinence to our futures when it is finished.”
With that the lights went down and then a rendition of the information in the record, INVASION, played out to the audience.
With the lights coming back on and a stunned audience slumped into their chairs, the General again took the mike to address them.
“Our people sacrificed most of five decades building these Nodes and with all of technology advanced to its current level never found any sound evidence of any alien life. Then with trillions of dollars spent, an alien craft much smaller than expected sails right through our sensors and lands on Earth. There is no evidence that it meant any kind of harm to us. But we can’t take the chance that we missed something about them, or that the next visitation by them or others might by much more dramatic and deadly.
The numbers guys have estimated that they came from about a six month’s trip to get here. So, Space Corps has instructed us to transmit every bit of information that we have gathered over the years up here as a tetrahedral interferometer back to Earth and prepare to use the Nodes as a different kind of Seeder Ships. Ones that can select where they are to go, instead of move on to a preprogrammed route as the other ones have up to this time. And instead of sending clones, we will be sending you and your progeny on this search.
Space Corps has promoted me and handed me ultimate control over all of the Nodes for the present. That will end when we are about to leave. In the meantime, those that are transmitting the information back to the Earth will also produce a means to search in that data for possible targets for our exploration for livable planets. In our case they won’t need to be ideal in conditions, as we are well prepared to reside for the present in our Node/Seeders in orbit over a prospective planet and decide how we will proceed.
Among the possibilities would be to permanently reside in orbit around the planet, using its resources to keep our station in operation and perhaps to expand it. Or we could do some terraforming of the planet to make it more livable or some other action that we haven’t thought up yet.
But all of us on this station have an immense amount of work to do to leave at the appointed time that is five months and fifteen days from right now, ready or not, to get free of this area in case something is going to arrive here at the six month date.
One of the things that needs to be done is to have extra metallic and water makeup asteroids attached to our station for the trip, so I need the engineering staff to get on that right now and stay on it twenty four hours a day until the problem is solved. Perhaps our short range fighters could be used in this effort.
The Captain and I will be meeting with some of you on the reorganization of this company of people to be an exploration unit instead of a research one. So, neither of us will be available to anyone for discussions until we have that resolved.
I have no time for discussions now or to answer your questions. If you have been paying attention, you will know exactly what you need to do to further this effort. Any malingerers of resisters will be immediately replaced, and thrown out into space to try to live in a vacuum. This Station is now under Martial Law, enforced by me!
Does everyone understand what they need to do?”
Everyone knew to acknowledge this by a nod.
“Then get to it!”
“Captain, please send a copy of this meeting to all of the other Captains and admonish them to move immediately to accomplish the same steps for their Nodes. They should also report back to us on any new discoveries that might help the others as we will do, too. Tell them that the need for secrecy is still intact, but of much less importance than getting the work done so that we can leave on time. Understood?”
“Yes, Madam General, I do!”
“Good, let’s get to it, then.”
Over the next four months, more new scientific advances in space flight were made than any time since the early space program back in the 1960’s. And everyone, it is supposed hoped that there would be no repeat of the Apollo 13 disaster ‘almost.’ They were reminded of that by the senior staff and it had its affect.
Also, General Benson fell into the normal ‘way of things’ on the Node. She was required to be on the Rotating Sex list like everyone else. And she was to have a secondary occupation on the Node. Since there was so much work to be done in even normal times, no one was exempt from contributing to the actual work, even if they were in Command Staff. So, Captain Elliott was a cook’s helper when not directly involved with his Command work. And it was the habit for command staff while working on their secondary positions to not wear their Command Staff uniforms, but just common everyday worker uniforms.
Francine signed up for full duties on the sex list, and took the position of meteorology assistant for her secondary position. She would be very helpful there with all of her past experience, in examining the data on the planets that would be in the direction that they were proceeding in to find a home. They had a massive amount of data from the interferometer mirrors formed by the Nodes. They could see planets like they were only a couple thousand miles above their surface. So, her expertise would help to categorize the forward approaching planets to likely appropriateness for settling.
As to the Sex List, her dance card of two dates a week was filled up in record time. On her first such date she drew a senior analyst from the data evaluation staff. He was a thirty year old bachelor of Japanese descent. When she was notified of his particulars, she decided to Cosplay outfit as Minnie Mouse. This was listed as one of his favorites. And he would come as Mickey. Francine was nearly six feet tall, and Mr. Hatamoto was only five feet seven inches, so this was going to be interesting. But, the oriental man with a very slim body and smallish member was not small at all in enthusiasm.
When he came to her suite’s door and she appeared to his view, he was just frozen right into place. His mouth opened, but no sound came out, his eyes opened to the widest amount possible. What an awesome vision she presented to his view. Had he died and gone to Disney Heaven, he asked himself. She surely looked like Minnie, but her C/D breasts were visible through her blouse and her pussy was visible through her black skirt. He was shaking in anticipation of what he was being offered.
Francine took pity on the little man and stepped forward and guided him into the suite with her arm around his shoulder. After he sat for a minute on the bed and got his wits back about him, she addressed him in her Minnie voice, “Oh Mickey, I am so glad that you came to be with me tonight. It has been a long time, my mousey lover.”
Sato fell into the little Role Play Cosplay and responded, with his best Mickey voice, “It is I that am so glad Minnie. You are so beautiful and sexy my little lady mouse.”
So, Minnie came over and grabbed him up into her arms and kissed him right on the lips. The makeup seemed to be staying in place, she noticed. And with his returning the kiss, she didn’t delay, but moved one hand down to his lap. He started at that at first, but then began to respond admirably to her touch. She then guided his hands to her breasts, under her blouse. Sato was so very enthralled with her wonderfully firm and full breasts. He didn’t know it at the time, but she had maintained her milk making despite having had her last baby six years ago. But, he did notice some liquid coming from her nipple and decided to lift her blouse to investigate. In the name of science, of course.
Minnie smiled at his earnestness and when her breast came out to view and after a brief time for his examination, she took his head and moved his lips up to her milk maker. He caught right on and took her nipple into his mouth and began to nurse on her like a little mouse. He emptied both breasts and then she had him to continue to be seated on the side of the bed and kneeled down on her knees to take care of his member. He rose to his fullest in a very short time and then he returned the favor on her pussy. When he hit the clit, she moaned and moved back on to the bed on her back with her legs at fullest splay.
Sato then doffed the rest of his clothes and moved up to enter her love temple. Neither of them were on B.C. for this encounter since they both had birth permits for the present. And she thought that he would be very good genetic stock for her child, a decision that the B.G. firmly agreed with. So, she had him rub around on her pussy and then enter her. His cock actually was very pleasing in feelings in her. And he was very active in using it. He pounded lightly into her for about fifteen minutes and then let go with a torrent of baby makings. A surprising amount for a man his size. Could have been in response to his admiration of her, you might suppose.
He then rolled back on his back to catch his breath, all the time holding her hand and caressing it. Ah, so sweet, she thought. So, she decided to add a little something to the occasion. “Sato, is there something else that I could do for you, now?”
Sato blushed and then with a very small voice said, “I have always wanted a very pretty woman to treat me as a young girl and make love to me as she would to one, pretending that my member is just an outsized clit.”
“No reason to be shy or embarrassed about that Sato. Most of us would like to play in the guise of the opposite sex once in a while. We can do that.”
So, she took some clothing from an encounter of one of the station girls and dressed him up in it. He loved that process and the look that it gave him. And then she addressed him as a young girl, “Oh Miss Mariko, it is so nice of you to favor me with your body tonight. Let’s get to it.”
So, she began to caress ‘her’ whole body and removed the clothing concealing ‘her’ love zones. She then took some body lotion and spread it on and worked it into ‘her’ skin. Then with a brush up of ‘her’ hair and some makeup to the face, ‘she’ was ready to be made love to.
‘She’ was panting by this time, so Minnie bent over and kissed her lower body centering on ‘her’ ‘clit.’ “Oh my, look what I have done, your clit is so large. I think that I will take it into my mouth to help it to shrink. She then worked it over very well, and got the ‘unexpected’ result a mouth full of clit cum. She smiled and kissed Mariko for this.
She then had Mariko turn over on her stomach and put two pillows under lower belly to elevate her ass for attentions. She licked and sucked on the rear entrance and when it was open and eased enough, she mounted a false dick on herself, lubed it up and then entered Mariko (Sato) very carefully. He took it very well, and with her pumping in and out of him, with her lubed hand working on his elevated ‘clit’ he soon came profusely into her hand. She took it and put into her mouth and swallowed it right in front of his face.
She then gave him a few minutes to come to his senses and then bid him goodnight. He bowed repeatedly to her as he backed out of her suite. She last saw his shining and smiling face as he closed the door on himself. When she made out the report on his visit, she gave him top grades across the board and checked the box to give him an early repeat date.
So, when the time arrived for the departure the monster Node began its trip to colonize some planet it a part of the cosmos identified by the data from the interferometer. However, it turned out that Space Corps had a different assignment for Captain James Elliott, now raised to Major and General Benson, now reduced back to the same rank.
It had been reported back to Earth, that the Seeder ships sent out before with only clones on board had had a difficult time coping with difficulties in operation without humans to oversee the repairs. The robotic operatives on board were extremely good with repetitive and planned on repairs. But, humans are much better in original thinking. So the Seeder ships were belatedly going to get human couples to oversee the trips of each. These couples would not make it all the way, because of the age limitations of about 250 years. But they would be able to produce progeny to continue the process of oversight and repair through several generations until the ships arrived at their destinations.
Majors Elliott and Benson were being sent out to take up those duties for the San Francisco 2. They were going to be put in stasis in her arrival pod that would be remodeled to hold the two of them in snug quarters until their arrival to the Seeder ship moved by an altered near space fighter.
When the majors got to their destination in about a hundred objective years, the robots had already produced a generous living area for them and space suits to allow them to move about the great ships interior, if needed. If anything needed to be done outside they would use drones, because the humans were just too valuable to risk outside.
So, the couple settled in to make the part of the trip that they might actually live through, depending on how long it would take to find a home planet. They never did fall into love on the ship. They were just too professional for that. But they did come to a friendly accommodation with each other that included very welcome and enjoyed intimacies. After all, they were expected to produce progeny, you know. And the intimacies would help to reduce the effect of loneliness, because of them being alone. They did have interaction with the robots and that was welcome, but for human interaction they only had each other.
After a couple of weeks, taken to familiarize themselves with the ship and its equipment, they then worked to rearrange their quarters for their needs. Each got a private room for obvious reasons, but were expected to usually sleep together. To be obedient to this protocol from the BOARD, they scheduled themselves to sleep together five nights a week. And to have sex at least once a week. They could always hook up other times if the mood hit them.
The first time that they followed through on the reproduction protocol was two weeks after arriving. Neither on this occasion made any effort to dress up for the arrangement. Instead, they went to bed at the regular time, entered the bed nude and then proceeded to cause each other’s bodies to enter a ready state for the process coming up.
They alternated giving each other rub downs, which they did truly enjoy. And then with the last rotation, she took his member into her mouth and with a lot of saliva, got it to raise to impressive amplitude. With this accomplished, he moved his mouth to her nether regions and with a very light touch, got it reddened and very well lubricated. She then moved to her back with a pillow under her butt, to facilitate his penetrations. He moved to the proper orientation and entered her with sound purpose and appropriate vigor. With this manner of facilitation, she soon came and he deposited the requisite portion in the appropriate vicinity. With that they patted each other’s shoulders and rolled over to go to sleep. Mission Accomplished.
As the weeks and months went by, they found ways to improve the Ship’s operation and durability. Their efforts led to a greatly reduced need for their presence. They went a whole year without any alarms going off, and the robots were well able to handle that interlude if anything had happened.
Elliott and Benson had used the meantime to write very detailed histories of themselves and their experiences in the services that they each belonged to. With that, they began to find very little to keep them occupied. Oh yes, they did very rarely find another avenue of improvement in the ship. But, it had been engineered very well in the beginning, and when they questioned the robots, they told them that it was very unlikely that anything would arise in the rest of the trip, no matter how long it took that they couldn’t handle easily.
The two Majors, then after finding out that Francine was pregnant, began to deeply study the orders that had brought them to this ship, and found nothing that actually said that they had to remain for the duration of the voyage (After all, where could they go, THE BOARD might have reasoned.) This got them wondering about if they could escape and go out on their own. The small ship that had brought them here was still mounted to the sides of the starship. And they had almost unlimited materials available and abilities to use them. The robots could read the same orders and find no reason to withhold their help in any endeavor that the couple could come up with short of destroying the San Francisco.
Up ahead they had found a suitable planet for them to land on with a ‘robinson crusoe’ kit for colonization. It was far enough in distance to allow them plenty of time to provide transportation. And it was not the planet that the ship was assigned to so they would not be bothered in their establishment of a colony.
They asked the robots to design improvements to the small fighter ship and make recommendations to them about establishing a colony on their own.
Within twenty four hours the robots reported back. They said that it could be done well within the remaining time left till incurrence and that they would need a more diverse genetic pool than the two of them could provide. So they suggested that a representative of each of the clones on board of the Seeder Ship, could be cloned in addition and brought up to their ‘tweener years’ by the time they would have to leave. The majors in unison retorted, “Get right on it.”
The robots did insist that clones of the Majors also be stored for any future need. And they agreed with that. The clones would be stored as full adults, who had been already trained in everything that the two majors knew, so as to be in-stantly ready in case of any emergency.
It was found that the time of the trip to the desired planet from the Seeder ship when in closest proximity was two years ship time, so the increased volume of the rebuilt little fighter was designed to have sleep beds for the youngsters. And the Seeder Ship’s food processors were put to work making up the food stuffs to get them there and to last them for at least ten years till they could establish a workable agricultural base. The robots also programmed the youngsters to show unusually humble deference to the two Majors to ease their way to the building up of a workable civilization. Also, included was the clones already included programming that would cause them to die if they became dangerous to the rest of the pioneers. The kids would be put to work producing the next generation as they reached the age of maturity after settling down, to not lose any of the genetic diversity that they brought with them. It wasn’t thought that they would have any objections to that process.
So, the preparations moved forward and everything was in readiness for the great adventure of the two majors.
After the children were settled down in their ‘sleepers’ for the two year trip, including their newly born baby boy, the majors had time to think about how things were going to be organized with the settling of the planet. There was the scientific work to be done to characterize the planet that they would be on. To determine what local foodstuffs would work for them, and what of the seedlings that they brought would grow there.
Also, determining the actions of the ecosphere on them, the atmosphere, the land, the water and the local flora and fauna. They had to be careful, because unlike the Seeder Ship, they had no way to replace any genetic lines if a person was lost before reproducing. And reproducing at too early an age would put a burden of the rest of them. So the first ten years would need to be carefully carried on. By that time elapse, the clone children would be at the maturity level of young adults and respectively their ages as if they really were eighteen. With that they could begin to reproduce, diversify their genetic base and then become more aggressive in their exploring their new world. To guarantee that, some modifications were induced into their mental make-up while they were in sleep mode.
James and Francine decided that their little company would be best served as an extended family until a settlement was established and the young people had reached to a maturely advanced age. And then the decision as to how they would be governed could be decided. The easiest would be to name a particularly mature and even handed person the title of Czar. And to establish his family as hereditary rulers for a certain number of years until there was a big enough population base for a representative democracy. The problem is how would they know that the hereditary rulers would give up their life of power and privilege? This would have to be addressed later.
Perhaps, a mental marker could be introduced later into the pair that were to take that responsibility, to make one of their descendants at the appropriate time lead the people out of autocracy into a more freedom generating Rep./Dem, as a kind of George Washington of whatever they decided to call this planet by that time. It would have to be very secretly introduced to them and be able to remain strong and viable even with the watering down of non-programmed DNA through the years.
They would also have to decide if they were going to be an agrarian society or a technological one or some kind of combination. A lot of the decisions would come naturally, since the genetic base of the population had safeguards in them to prevent deadly violence from happening. But, then Francine suggested to James, that they might be the ‘fly in the soup,’ since they and their progeny wouldn’t have that safeguard. Maybe they and their linage would have to be eradicated as soon as the youngsters were able to manage on their own to pre-vent the major’s lineage from mucking things up. Another decision to be made later.
One thing that they agreed on was that as soon as they landed and got enough material out of the ship to establish shelter and working space, that they the majors would establish control over the interior of the ship and the information facility there. They couldn’t at the time think of a good reason for this, but something in the back of their minds made them feel that that was an imperative.
Just before they got into orbit about the planet, it occurred to them that they needed to reawaken the sleepers in matched pairs per the stored info about them to spread out the shock and adjustments to a settling very much different than they had been designed for. The clones for the San Francisco had been designed to live in a male hunter/gatherer and female agrarian village mode with a lot of sexual freedom. Those qualities would be useful here, but with a significantly different mode of life.
In orbit for about six months, they were able to do a lot of survey work on the planet. A couple of the mated pairs that had the necessary tech abilities were prematurely awakened to help in the effort. And the resentment that was expected because of a change in plans for them was immediately evident, though muted by the necessities of the moment. The survey showed this planet to be uniquely well suited to human inhabitation. It was like the Creator/Designer, if he really existed, had prepared this world for eventual human inhabitation whenever it would happen.
Then it ran through the two major’s minds that in both the Bible creationist model and the evolutionary model, the ecology and plants came first. Then the humans were designed or evolved to live in the provided ecology and make use of the food stuffs available. It ran through their minds that the process in either form might not be over for the new inhabitants of this world. Some kind of explanatory story would have to be fabricated to cover this possible situation for the new population, to warn them and to comfort them as the possible changes in their physical make-up became evident. Perhaps an added chapter to the Bible and added prospectus to the scientific record.
They came to the conclusion that there was no immediate danger or exorbitant risk to their landing and officially taking this place under authority of their company of colonists. At least there wasn’t an indigenous people to displace for their inhabitation. They would escape the pesky and on-going guilt’s for that action by their ancestors as their history would progress.
When the ship landed on the surface and the efficacy of disembarking from its protective interior became evident, the first of the new settlers explored still in environmental suits, the immediate vicinity of their new home. They found no reasons to stop at that and so by straw vote one of their small company took the risk of first direct exposure to the new ecology. There were no measureable negative results from this.
On this new planet, the first night was a night of memorable revel. The excitement of being a place where humans had never been before and the expectation that this would be their new home in perpetuity, had an effect on them beyond any drug or alcoholic beverage that they might have utilized. It didn’t turn into a mass orgy because of the firmly infused sexual restraints, but in every other way it was memorable.
However, the majors were not under that restriction, so after the others fell into a deep fatigue induced sleep, the two majors slunk back into the ship and engaged in their first real love making in their relationship.
She took the initiative and doffed her clothing to induce a mental and physical reaction on his part. She then took him into her arms and started the round of kissing and caressing that would further his interest and reactions. He quickly came to be very responsive and entered into the circle of lust with new enthusiasm. The first of their association.
He now started to take the lead in their sexuality and she deferred to him, to enjoy his newly generated enthusiasm. He spurred it on by his kissing of her very responsive mouth and lips and got a load of her tongue back from her. His tongue then responded in kind and things just started to get really scrambled after that.
Their hands found their own ways to all of the sexy ports of call on the other, with his temporarily parked on her responsive (and milk laden) breasts, and hers enjoying his toned butt cheeks. After a bit, he moved his mouth down from hers and became engaged with her milk providing nipples. He had always enjoyed this and so drank his fill from both of them to her stimulated pleasure.
Their attentions now moved down to their nether regions, with his hands massaging her pretties, where her panties would be and her reaching inside of his still present shorts to do the same.
After that his clothes disappeared from his body, and they fell into a long duration side by side 69 sexy feast. They were both vibrating and heaving under this mutual simulation and before long each supplied the other with love juices from their sexy ports. These were enjoyed for some time as neither of them wanted to lose out on any pleasure that they were now enjoying.
But, after a while, it became determined by their respective bodies to move on to the climax of this occasion. So, she moved to her back with her legs splayed even wider than he expected and he moved into position to avail himself of her warmly inviting love zone. She responded very favorably to his entry into her internal sex zone with sighs, moans and appropriate sexy encouragements.
When they were both getting ready for climax, he indicated for her to close her legs with his cock between them and in to her, and then he proceeded to pound her like no one had ever done before. With the repeated bounce of his body on her belly and the rubbing of his cock on her clit in passage back and forth from her vagina, she ascended the mountain and reached the crest of her sexual heat and simply melted in passion with the results of his pouring out of his love and sperm into her sacred chamber.
They then fell asleep still with him ensconced in her and slept the night away with them in that condition.
They decided to awaken the remaining sleepers in matched pairs two weeks apart to get their shock and awe over, also to get them into harness as soon as possible. I small tragedy became apparent when the efforts to awaken Joshua Elliott/Benson failed. Evidently he was just too young to tolerate the process. As sad as this was to the couple and the company of fellow pioneers in general, it did solve two problems. Joshua would have had no assigned partner, which could have led to some stress in the body of pioneers. And with his death, and the major’s decision to block any further reproduction between them, the problem of introducing non-prepared mental states into the future generations was cancelled out. The body of young pioneers would be their children, with no natural born ones to compete with them.
After a period of mourning for little Joshua, the company with renewed spirit moved on to the work of establishing a viable encampment. They needed to get out of the sunlight at least some of the time, because it was somewhat brighter than the sun was back home. They were being denied entry into the ship from this time forward to energize them to actions and to give a little privacy to the two majors, who now needed it with their dramatically awakened lust for each other. A lust that might never lessen because it would never produce a seed from them.
Interestingly, Major Benson, while rummaging around in the materials and equipment assigned to them by the Seeder Ship’s robots, found a Wood Mizer portable saw mill. It was immediately moved outside of the ship when it was found that the native trees possessed no apparent sentience. With this in operation, in this case run on sunlight to conserve essential other materials, steady progress was made in producing a workable temporary shelter, which would later be disassembled with the materials used to build more permanent types of buildings. The one thing that they didn’t have was nails. They are just too expensive to transport. So the designs for the first buildings, were designed to be sawed out by the portable saw mill, and with a milling machine that was also sunlight powered and some good old fashioned hard had work by the colonists, Lincoln Log and other nail less means of construction were used to good effect.
In honor of their first lost colonist, the baby Joshua Elliott/Benson, this first habitation was named Joshua’s Home. A lot of tears were shed upon its dedication ceremony as simple as it was.
After about ten years, the young colonists had the wraps taken off of their sexual powers. None of them waited very long to work towards one of its purposes. They had already produced a homey cabin for each of the couples and it was time to increase the population to enable spreading out on this very inviting planet. No, untoward influences on the colonists had been discovered yet. It was just as this planet was really made for them. There were some who were determined atheists who worried about that.
After about two hundred and twenty years, The Elliott/Benson Majors passed away quietly in their sleep, confident that their little enterprise was well on its way to being a very viable planetary establishment. The resulting families from the surge of initial reproductive efforts, soon produced sizeable and further productive families.
With the passing of the majors, the establishment of the planetary CZARATE took place with one of the families, the one with the governmental prowess instituted into it genetically, took charge. They had the ‘keys to the kingdom,’ actually the entry to the ship removed from anyone’s obsession by moving it back into close orbit. With that it could still operate as a communications satellite for the benefit of the far established homesteads. These homesteads developed into strongholds of a feudal kind, which became the basic fabric of the planet.
One central city as a center of science, technological progress and governmental power was established, and lots were drawn among the homesteads to each provide a couple to help establish a working population for this central city. The Planet had been named Benson, and the City named Elliot in honor of their distinguished first overlords.
Among the pledges to the CZARATE that was established from the combined company and enforced by a Supreme Court that operated by the will of the people and not the Czarate family, was the paying of limited taxes to support its responsibilities. And the right to draft an additional single couple from each stronghold in times of need.
Since religion was only allowed to be comforting and advisory, with no allowance of direct influence of any of the governments, its possibility of causing any wars was severely limited. Also, the DNA incursions into the pioneers when they were engineered prevented any deadly force being used. But, this of course, didn’t prevent other than lethal difficulties at times.
The Planetary Charter, in addition to codifying individual rights, also included the rights of any established colony to reasonable and continual access to needed planetary resources. One of the duties of the CZARATE’S police force, the only force it was allowed to have, was to enforce that access when it was being infringed upon. The other’s involved the monitoring and enforcing of general social order for the whole planet.
According to the original charter for these clones, the first generation was to live for a thousand years to provide continuity with the original purposes of the San Francisco seeding mission. But, since these first generation clones were diverted to a very different culture than they were intended for, the transition caused some of them to not make it. But, because of the fecundity of the young clones when allowed to use their genetic mandate to reproduce, none of the original blood lines was lost. And one of the tribes, as they were called was assigned to monitor the genetic bloodlines for any missteps and cause the owner’s of these defects to not be able to pass them on without interfering with their ‘fun.’ This sub-order was for some reason lost to memory designated the Bene Gesserit.
When the second generation arrived at the ripe old age of five hundred, they quickly passed off of the scene. The original settlers with their thousand year lifespans, lived to see the next two, two-hundred and fifty year life span generations to be born. And that became the norm for all further generations.
Before the third generation proceeded too long in life, the foreordained deliverer from the third generation appeared and the CZARATE went into limbo and was replaced by a planetary wide representative democracy with its head and governmental offices in the buildings in Elliott City, using the former buildings of the CZARATE. The descendants of this family were apportioned out a very geneous land claim in a distant part of the planet to help over time to reduce any left-over resentment over the events of transition from their rulership.
Things proceeded quite well and the remaining members of the first clone generation passed away with the planet in good hands and the population in-creased to over a billion inhabitants.
Late in the third millennium, the very small ship of an entity related to a long lost relative who had visited the human’s home planet, Earth as they designated it, visited the newly inhabited planet. He had been advised for some reason to avoid taking refuge within a hidden chamber in the females of this species. He saw nothing to cause any worry by the civilization that the humans had produced here and reported that fact to the Overlords of this section of the Galaxy. But, they planned on a continuing repetition of the survey visit every five hundred years or so.
In the next millennium, a survey ship of Earth origin happened to accidently find them. By this time the planetary civilization has progressed to a much higher state and though no armies were permitted on the planet’s surface, no such restriction was in order for off of the planet. The only restriction, was that no matter who put a ship and/or personnel up there, they would all be ultimately under the authority of the Space Guild of the central authority. So, when the Earthlings arrived, there was already a potent force to face them and strongholds on the planets sole moon and outposts on a couple of the other planets and asteroids.
The Captain of the Earth ship, was insistent on his authority to visit the planet’s surface and determine the condition of the local population. The planetary officials notified him that he had no such authority, since this planet was not inhabited by any designated purpose of Earth’s authority. And he was advised to remain in his ship, if he valued his safety. The injunction against lethal violence did not include interstellar interlopers.
The Captain now tried to use his ‘bully boy’ manner to get his confidently reasoned authority recognized. But, the planetary Authorities again repeated the interdiction from him landing.
Just then, a rather large Space Ship of undoubted military purpose and potency moved into orbit and faced off with the Earth ship. There is no report of the Earth Ship’s Captain shitting his pants, but if it happened no one but himself would be surprised.
The visiting warship advised the Earth Ship, that they operated under the Authority of the local Regional Galaxy Overlords and that the inhabitants of the planet Benson, were under their protection. This was a very large surprise to the Bensonites, but welcome anyway.
The Earthly Captain was then jointly advised that he could make any in orbit examinations that he wanted to do to establish the conditions on the planet and could use them to advise their Home base on Earth. But, that no other ship of theirs should ever come to this area of the quadrant without prior approval from both the Planetary Officials and the Overlord. They provided a nondirectional message beacon that could be used for an inquiry in this, if any of them should avail themselves of the afforded right to free passage through the quadrant. But, no plans should ever be entertained by them to interfere with the very stable civilization that had grown up here under their observations.
The Earth Captain, took his measurements and videos and then took a hasty retreat to pass on the message. It was a long time before Earthly forces neared the Planet Benson and inquired of them as to whether they would be welcomed for a visit. They were again refused the next time.
It is three years after Mason Heartskill assumed the title and powers of a czar, instead of the position of President of the U.S. that he was elected to. The first six months were very turbulent with the changeover of personnel in so many key institutions. Some powerful people were replaced against their wills because of incompetence, and others because of stone-walling or outright rebellion. And some people just disappeared, evidently for secret evil acts (as determined by the shadow forces of the Czarate,) families, associates in total included.
The various legal authorities of the country, including police forces, federal law entities and the courts chaffed over this. But, after a few wrenching experiences with resistance to Heartskill’s actions, they fell into line. Sometimes sullenly, though. Overall the crime rate plummeted, because it was always a minority that had caused so much of the trouble anyway. And with their leaders and main action staffs gone, the small fry moved on to less lethal and more harmless underground activities.
Prostitution caught on with it becoming legal in the whole U.S. The expected adverse results of this were very low in intensity. Mostly, everyone proceeded just as they had done in secret before, only now legally. And some of the pimps found it quite acceptable to follow the new rules, others just disappeared like all of the other stubborn resisters of the new national standards.
Congress settled down just fine with the election of new representatives and senators to replace negligent and stonewalling ones. With the House controlled by the Republicans and the Senate by the Democrats, compromise for the national interests became the common thread of their activity. And as this was true, vetoes by the Czarate were few.
Harr and Estelle, the wife of Heartskill, were in a very solid and evidently permanent relationship. They had provided the Czar with four children that he would not have been able to provide for himself because of some mismatches of a physical sort between him and his wife. The Czar still loved his wife very much, and so did Harr. And she loved them both, very warmly and fully. None of this got out to the public because of a total freeze on the personal matters of the top government officials. The only information that the public got was rendered as news releases from the government news organization, headed by Harr. The Media had been warned to not intrude on the privacy of anyone directly involved with the Czarate. And, the historical opus that Harr had produced and was still adding to was locked up, until the Czarate would cease and pass into history.
One interesting thing that happened politically was that the Czar was allowing an election to proceed, leading up to the start of his fifth year of ruling, which would produce a President in Waiting, who would act as an executive officer to the Czar, until the Czar would either disappear or abdicate. There would be an election every four years on the normal Presidential election years and the two term rule would stand for them. The Czar reserved for himself the right to exclude unqualified candidates, but other than that would only insure that the election was fair.
All other political offices continued as they had before the Rise of the Czarate. There was very little interference with the election of and carrying out of duties of any elected or formally appointed officials. But, after the initial disappearances at the beginning of the Czarate, they knew better than to do anything at all sketchy.
Foreign nations had now become more used to the new status and policies of the Czarate as stewards of the U.S. government. N. Korea, Iran, The Horn of Africa and China were still irritations to the world community. But the U.S. now deferred to the authority of the U.N. (led by a much admired ex-president of the U.S.) in dealing with international troublemakers. If, the members of that body would let Russia or China block needed legislation of that body, the Czarate could care less. It was totally focused on domestic issues.
With things now quite stable domestically, the U.S. populace just took things as they occurred, without too many worries. The movies, internet, T.V, sport teams and music industry took up most of their attentions anyway. Czar Heartskill didn’t mind that at all. Rome did a very good job of that too, in the days of the Caesars.
The military was very robust in strength, with a rather small active force. The Reserves, active and inactive, were being kept at a much higher state of readiness, though. Weapons and delivery systems had advanced so much in the U.S. that they held a very wide margin of technology over the rest of the world. The U.S. was still strong with S.E.A.T.O, N.A.T.O. and especially the United King-dom. But, the U.S. had withdrawn from leadership in international political trouble areas, the American military now only functioned as an advisory body to the U.N. and contributed troops as requested.
With the ascendancy of Prince William to the Kingship, the British government had reinstituted an active Kingship with limited powers. It was designated to last as long as William was deemed competent and alive. It would be reexamined for appropriateness with his heir in mind, and with every changeover in the royal family from then on. They evidently saw the practicality of having one sensible person to make the final decisions on key matters, instead of endless bickering by diametrically opposed views. But, it required the hand of an intelligent and evenhanded authority, so the Parliament would continue to control the powers of any further ruling royalty.
Other royal houses tried to also come back into power, but few of them succeeded, because it didn’t seem that their nation’s constitutional powers and people’s sense of authority was strong enough to keep the dangerous minded in check.
Estelle Heartskill was discussing the current situation with Harr, the White House Communications Chief and her paramour over breakfast at his country retreat on the Heartskill property.
“Dear, how are you handling all of very strange situations between us and your very important and time consuming agency responsibilities?”
“Well, it hasn’t been too bad, because I know how to delegate responsibilities and have some skill in determining whom of many staff members should shoulder them.”
“Yes, my husband says that you are doing great!”
“However, there are some responsibilities that I have no intention of delegating!”
Estelle looks demurely over her cup with slightly askance eyes, “And what would those be,” she asked?
Harr rose from his seat across from her and took her up into his arms. She melted into his body cuddling and allowed his hands to wander about her still radiant womanly form.
She initiated the kissing, which they fell into very warmly with years of practice between them. And then she led them back into the bedroom to consummate their deeply felt sense of love again.
As she shed her clothing she informed Harr, “Honey, in talking with Mason, he mentioned that perhaps you would like to have children that you could claim as your own, instead of just making ones on me for him. He is truly thankful for your help in that matter, By-The-Way.”
“I would love to have children that would just be yours and mine, but how would we explain that?’
“Mason explained that I would adopt a different look and personality to present myself as a different person to be your wife and the mother of your children. And still appear as myself when I was with him. Since you control the news of the Czarate’s family and associates too, you can manipulate the news to make this work out. He knows of your determination to be honest in all things, but he feels that this would be a rather small deception, with no real victims involved.”
And as she busied herself to remove her stockings, the last article of clothing left on her, “And the doctors have told me that I can produce up to four more children safely, if you want.”
“Well, I would like at least two, who would be raised here with me separate from Mason‘s four. But, I will let you determine the number as we go along. I don’t want to overstress your body and spirit?”
“Well, Harr, this won’t be the strangest situation in our relationship. Will it?”
“Not by a long shot, I would guess.”
So they then melted together on the bed in a mass of wet lips, groins and stirring arms and legs. When they finally settled down to some serious fucking, he had her on her back with his legs in between hers, with his cock firmly implanted into her vagina and their bodies vigorously pounding each other. It took fifteen minutes of their combined efforts to produce the results, but then they came together and spilled each of their love juices and then laid back in each other’s arms and shared a short nap, of the sexually sated and exhausted together. They didn’t know it at the time, but their feverish loving had started the first prospective member of the new family on its way to viability.
That weekend, Harr spent some time catching up on his opus, while Estelle joined Mason at a very important dinner and reception at the White House. Though she rarely stayed in Washington, she always showed up when Mason needed her, for whatever reasons. And she had a ready excuse when being away, since she really did have an active Surveying business in Wisconsin.
This evening, she looked radiant as usual. She was very comfortable being on the arm of the Czar as his wife. She was probably the only human that was at ease in his presence. He did not have a threatening manner, but he did show a very sober face to others, every once in a while opening up to a very friendly manner. Even sometimes with humor. With his gorgeous wife on his arm, he showed a very gracious and proud visage.
After the reception, she joined him in his rooms for an intimate night. One night that he wouldn’t be visiting the lowest basements in the building for God knows what with the mewling inhabitants of that region. A region closely guarded by Mr. Watchthorne, a very dedicated public servant.
As they readied for bed, she reflected on the fact that just a number of hours ago, she had been in total love and lust with Harr, her paramour and here she was about to enjoy another intimate occasion with her beloved husband. It was a testament, she guessed, that despite the many religions assertions and countless children’s fairy tales and even adult books, most people do not love just one person. And despite that fact, it was no untoward reflection on either of the objects of their passions. It is just how we actually are. Stupid to divorce over it, too. Unless there is abusive behavior involved.
But, contrary to this, Harr who could have had just about any female that he wanted, was totally satisfied with his relationship with Estelle. After all, even when taking in account his deepest feelings for her, she was also some kind of terrific woman.
As Mason approached Estelle, he still had his designer shorts on to not shock her sensibilities. This was the usual course with him, because of the sensibilities of the many young women that he bedded, about which Estelle didn’t care. She knew what Mason felt about her, and besides she was fucking Harr, too. She was by no means a hypocrite about sexual matters.
They laid back on the bed with the covers pulled back and then settled themselves under them. He reached for her hand and then pulled her up and over his chest to cuddle there for his playing and pleasure. She reached up and caressed his face and fine head of hair. And his hands traveled down to caress her butt cheeks, which she very much enjoyed. Mason was a very different lover than Harr, and she enjoyed each of them very much in their own ways. She did fantasize on having them together to play with her, but it never did come up, and would probably be rejected by each. Not that they were jealous of each other’s attentions to her, but just that each of them was totally entranced with her and would enjoy no intrusion on their sharing of that with her.
Each of their free hands now travelled down to the other’s nether regions, to start the stimulation cycle leading up to the much anticipated coupling. He stimulated her clit and pussy, but that is not where his cock would penetrate. He had always taken her anally, for reasons that he had never explained to her. It could have been because of his rather strange cock, which resembled one belonging to a dog, but without the knot for locking it into the vagina. But, she had never been intimidated by it. And would have gladly accepted it there whether it could make her pregnant or not. And he did have vaginal intercourse with his other ladies. But, in a lot of things, old habits die hard and he just wanted his relations with his beloved wife to be special and different than what he enjoyed with other females.
So, after they were both heated up and leaking sexy liquids, he wiped his cock up her slit and then proceeded to work it up into her anus. They had never had all that much trouble accomplishing this, and certainly didn’t this sweet night either. When he was fully entered into her, he began to pump her, lightly at first, but the very powerfully as their passion progressed. He was eventually pounding on her so hard, that her stomach was jumping at his deepest penetrations and her bottom was red and pummeled from his efforts.
She could feel his penetrations through her intestines into her vagina and soon enough she entered into a series of pronounced and prolonged climaxes, with him dumping his cum up into her lower G.I. With that they rolled over with him still inside and rapidly fell asleep, with each having very sensuous dreams of each other and the others that they so loved.
When they awoke in the morning, he gently removed his member from up inside of her behind and then they shared a shower before each leaving off to their many duties. His here in Washington, hers back in Wisconsin.
Several months later, with her just beginning to show and no intention of anyone of the public knowing of it, Mason joined Estelle at the mansion that they had lived in for many happy years. He had some very important matters to share with her. She was going to be the glue that would hold a lot of very important programs together and also one very important man to the job.
So, after lunch and a quickie in the sun room, with her draped over her chair and him again up her behind to both of their delights, he took her hand and they wandered out into the surrounding grounds where he was sure that nothing that they said would be overheard, nor lip read.
“My darling Estelle, I have some very important things to share with you now. You need to keep an especially close attention to them, because they will probably never be mentioned by me again.” With that Estelle turned her intel-ligent eyes and ears to Mason and closely held his face into her attentions. He with his lips hidden behind his hands then proceeded to lay before her his darkest secrets.
“As you have always know, my dear, I am not really human. I am of a people who greatly resemble humans but live on a planet halfway across the Milky Way Galaxy. I was chosen by our Galaxy’s Overlord to infiltrate your culture, and lead it to a more sensible status and future. He figured that it would take about twenty years to make over the whole Earth’s political states. As things are progressing it is taking much less time for the U.S., but will take longer for the rest of the nations. This needs to be accomplished before you humans take up a sizeable presence in the space community.
So, I will either have to rule longer, which would break my original promise, or train someone to take over when I leave for good. I have chosen the man to replace me then or even perhaps sooner. He is Harr. I chose him at first because of his excellent communications skills. But, as time has gone on, I have been very much pleased to see how he tackles challenges and uses others in the process, skillfully assigning important issues to those who will serve them well. He doesn’t know it yet, but he is in the throes of a very important and stringent educational process. He will not be the President in waiting until my last four years. And then he will be assigned the reins that I have carried. He will have the same backing that I have enjoyed, also.
Another matter that you should know of is that yours and his DNA will be altered to enable each of you to live for up to 250 years. This will be important to get a certain project completed. That ability will be passed on to your children, including the one you carry now. And eventually it will be passed on through you and your children to all of the important families of the Earth. The others will still live the Biblical 70 or 80 years with some reaching one hundred. It is not intended to be discriminating of them, it just is that most people can accomplish a full life of the usual accomplishments and pleasures in the traditional life span. To help facilitate this, Harr is going to be mentally and emotionally stimulated to spread his genes as widely as possible. Please be patient with him with his many future affairs, if it was his choice he would be only be with you.
Two very large and expensive projects will be accelerated soon to protect the human presence in the universe. Our scientists have determined that Earth is threatened by a 50% chance of total destruction in the next 20,000 years. So, several provisions are going to be made for your people to first identify other places for you to spread to. And then get a representative body of them to those locations. They will be administered by THE UNIT, under the lead of the COUNCIL. It will be called THE PROJECT, and other than those directly involved, you will be the only person to know of it. That will be important, because you will have to administer your life with Harr, to keep him together under the titanic stresses he will have to endure. All of this while you never let him know of your knowledge of the PROJECT.
You will now be taking the identity of a third cousin of yours, who unknown officially to anyone has passed on. Your life will now be centered on Harr and dedicated to him and the family that you will raise together. I will be living with an exact double of yours, produced by a process of cloning that your people are unable to duplicate for the present. She will have most of your memories, except for those involving your personal relationship with Harr. And she will die, when I leave or disappear in some kind of humane way. I will make sure that she is very happy in the interim.
I might also mention, that the Overlord, has taken a special interest in the human family. He sees great promise in them if they can put aside some of their serious divisions and violence that they engender. He has especially noted a prominent family in your midst made up of the descendants of General James Benson and his genius wife, Frieda. Both you and Harr, carry a generous amount of their DNA. And it is the Overlord’s intention that a planet that he is preparing for that family will be inhabited by only well DNA furnished descendants of them. At least one of those lines will come from you and Harr.
This is the last time that we will be in close company. And we need to keep you well away from your replacement clone, also named Estelle, so that your re-semblance will not come up into play. Your new name will be Constance. I will leave it up to you to explain that to Harr.
So, I bid you adieu my love. I will not see you in person again. You and Harr will be moving to another estate of your own, far away from here. Everyone that seems to know about this kind of separation says that it will be hard on you at first, but that with Harr’s devoted love you will come to a balance over it all, with your love of Harr and your children to comfort you. Thank you, my dear Estelle for everything.
With that he stood up and walked off without even looking back and Estelle picked her body and heart up off of the ground to go and hold Harr together for the rest of his very difficult life. She knew that she was not only up to the challenge, but with Mason’s confidence the best suited also. So, up and onward she moved.
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Bar-Bill sits quietly behind the over-stuffed chair sizing up the human activity on the couch. The female that he recognizes by the open groin folds is acting somewhat resistive to the male with his stiffened cock ready for the reproduction dance. B.B. has seen this scene and scenario many times with his ‘master’ Joshua. Only with Joshua in this habitation, but with several different females. Boy, I thought that I got around, B.B. thought.
His cat-self wondered why the human ‘tom’ didn’t just let the female turn over and raise her rump to eagerly receive his reproduction offering up into her birth canal? Just take her scruffy neck into his teeth to enforce his masculine superiority and then a quick stab with the male prong, followed by a hot shot up into kitten land.
But, his E.T. awareness understood very well why this was such a difficult and lengthy insemination ritual. In his natural self, he would resemble in general terms the human’s shape and infatuation with the female reproduction related physical features. His own people were even more so than humans. Just plunging into a female and dumping a reproductive load of DNA was capable of anyone, given the chance. But, to seduce an initially resistant female to the situation where she not only accepts his sexual advances, but insists on him making the attempt to impregnate her, or at least simulate that, is sex-making supreme. And a lot more satisfying to the female, too. The humans had one advantage over his people, the Zoripothots, because human females may actually get very excited responses, too. Along with the males, if the male is knowledgeable, alert and helpful to her response initiation.
Finally from E.T’s perspective, the female gives in under the male’s insistence and allows him to penetrate and dump into her. No real enthusiasm shown by her, and she couldn’t leave the premises quickly enough.
From Bar-Bill’s perspective, finally, she gives in and assumes her proper stance—on her knees with her butt up in the air and his cock plunging down into her birth vault to accept the bounty called for. And then she has the good sense to make an appropriate withdrawal from the area, leaving the male to stroke his own fur, figuratively.
The Bar-Bill/E.T. composite was assembled by itself about six months ago, to initiate a search into area for a missing fellow E.T. (of another race) here and to make an estimation of the worthiness of the humans to be accepted into the universal space faring community. The sector Over-Lord had permitted it as long as the spy unit, him, remained unrecognizable as an intergalactic alien. To allow the maximum amount of search ability, he had meshed with this resident lightly sentient creature, who normally had the run of the neighborhood. Just had to be careful of canines of the ‘dog’ and coyote’ varieties.
Even though the Over-Lord had already installed his chosen CZAR to oversee the remodeling of the U.S.A. nation’s manner of governing itself, the other alien cultures wanted to get their own takes on the advisability of allowing this people into space beyond their near planet Mars, because of their readily apparent tendencies to solve difficult political challenges with bloodshed in copious amounts.
So, the XMPATL people had sent their agent Xoutl through their recently completed human star search and extraterrestrial warning network. It would work very well on large vehicles, but much less so on very small vessels. So, it was known that Xoutl made it to ground not far from Bar-Bill/E.T’s present location without their apparent sentient notice. But, he didn’t make it through even one solar day rotation before completely disappearing from any communications. And no evidence of his ship was evident, either. Except for an obscure mention of a bright shiny object being found in the sifting screens from the local waste treatment facility, that was passed on to human law enforcement and then disappeared from view and knowledge.
E.T. was familiar with the presence of a female compliment of the agent Xoutl in the area too, but she didn’t seem to be present in the immediate locality. Xeutl, might be using her morph abilities to hide out somewhere nearby, and it could be in some kind of sexual motif, since that seems to be the best way to get specific knowledge while the human male’s mental awareness was in a low ebb, due to withdrawal of his main body fluid from his brain cavity to his groin area. E.T. didn’t know of how to contact her under the circumstances but was determined to recognize any clues in these matters as they came up.
E.T. at this time had no available female of his own natural kind for his recreational use. Perhaps if he had to remain for long in this assignment, he might be furnished one. Would be cool if she took this shape, too. And especially so if it adopted the natural predilections of the female feline‘s normal reproductive behavior. Though the females of his kind were also very accommodating, when they were not very busy in other pursuits.
To make up the difference, Bar-Bill/E.T. awaited the expected deliverance to the outside of his condo residence. This always happened after his ‘master’ got his ‘rocks off’ and then rested up a bit or just a matter of course each afternoon. It was expected that most of his digestive tract waste material would be disposed of out of doors in that way. And maybe Joshua might expect his cat to get his fun while wandering the neighborhood, too.
When the expected outside deliverance came, he quickly satisfied the intended purpose of this excursion and then decided to wander around a bit to see what he might learn. He happened to encounter a female of the same species as his host and they nosed each other and then wandered off a distance to find a place of quiet and privacy. She didn’t say a word, and scrunched down on her front paws with her face down into the grass, with her rump solidly into the air and her legs splayed out. She meowed an invitation, and E.T. without any other mate available, decided to make this very fine looking feline’s day and approached her from behind, took her neck into his mouth and then plowed right up into her vaginal vault to almost immediately deliver her desired kitten producing gift. They separated for several moments and then she signaled him to repeat the process to make sure that she got the required quota of DNA juice where it belonged. He sagged a bit with her on the ground afterwards and caught from her a few random mental impressions of her master, ‘Old Man.’
From what he gathered, O.M. had encountered the very person that he was looking for, for answers as to the whereabouts of the agent Xoult. From the vague deion that she had got from her master, the scenes that he picked up with her closely resembled what would have been expected of Agent Xeult as a morph in hiding. And the impression was that ‘Old Man’ was due to see her again in two day’s time. So, E.T. decided upon getting directions to O.M’s home to accompany him in some way on his trip for sexual solace and E.T’s communication with Xeutl on the Xoutl matter.
Before his leaving the attractive young feline, she insisted that he do his duty and do her again, twice! He managed to carry it off, but limped back home to his ‘master’s’ great amusement as he crossed the threshold of his residence. E.T. bided his time over the next day and a half, and then made a thoroughly annoying fuss at the door to get Joshua to let him out.
He moved carefully to ‘Old Man’s’ vehicle dodging stray dogs and other ’toms’ on the way. He arrived just in time to jump into the car through an open door as O.M. put some boxes into the back trunk and prepared to hide on the floor in the rear seat area for the trip. When they got to the border, he showed his ‘Quick Pass’ which avoided a closer inspection by the border patrol.
When they got to Xeutl’s house, E.T. snuck out under O.M’s feet without him seeing him until he ran across the yard and jumped into a bush. He saw O.M. come up to the door and Xeutl appearing to welcome him in in her human shape as a young teen girl in very abbreviated clothing. E.T. then moved to the back of the house and found a canine entrance, and when checking inside found no canine in the area. He moved to where the noises were coming from and found the mismatched couple discussing in their language about matters that E.T. was uninterested in.
She then flashed her true shape to him, and with that proof of who she was, they moved hand in hand up the stairs to her sleeping room. But, before they arrived there, E.T. who had followed them up the stairs saw them divert to another sleeping room, one arranged for a young version of a human female, he guessed from the furnishings. He got into the room and under the bed before they thought to close the room’s door.
When the noises became evident above him, he moved to be under the chair to more closely observe the festivities. She had his cock into her mouth and was doing everything to it but eating it, and he was writhing in either pain or pleasure, it was hard to tell the difference. She was naked as this proceeded and her furless body was very handsome for a human. It appeared that he was about to unload his kitten makings into her mouth, of all places when she stopped and changed her position. She moved to her back and then he entered her with his mouth on her mammary mounds. He soon after that managed to put his stuff into the proper port in an unnatural position for a feline or Zoripothots’ peoples.
While O.M. was taking a brief nap and she moved to the bathroom, as humans called the repository for their digestive residue among other things, E.T. moved right in with her and addressed her in the Umantisori language, a language spoken by Astinal a celestial traveler and friend to both of their peoples.
Before she could show her surprise at his presence, he said, “Greetings to the great Xeutl, from E.T. a fellow celestial traveler. I have come to confer with you on a matter of deep concern to the Over Lord of this sector. That is the whereabouts of your mate, Xoutl.”
“That is my purpose of being here, too. And I had very limited success on it so far. I have used this human young sex worker as a disguise to try to ferret out any information as to his eventuality, but so far, except for the shiny thing found in the screens of their refuse operation, nothing has shown up. How about you?”
“I have only found out that same thing and that he evidently went down in the neighborhood of which I am residing in Big City.”
“Well, it has not been a completely wasted operation here. I have learned a great deal about human sex play and intend to pass it on to my leaders as to determine the advisability of adopting them in our culture. If you would like to learn more yourself, you might follow along with my partner, the older man, who seems to be quite informed on these procedures that I am totally willing to partake of, in a scientific manner of discovery, of course.”
“I have nothing else to do, so I will.”
With that, they moved back into the bedroom and she woke O.M. up for more play. O.M. was very excited about this and then initiated a course of action evidently with the object of putting his cock up her excretion port. E.T. had a very hard time understanding the purpose of this, because even with his very limited knowledge of human physiology, he knew that progeny couldn’t be initiated that way.
They soon proceeded to his cock being up her anal opening and he dropped another load soon after. With that, he took a brief shower and nap and E.T. maneuvered in place to again enter his car without his knowledge. When they again crossed the border, the U.S. border guard didn’t notice the feline tail twitching in plain sight under O.M’s feet and passed them through. When they arrived at his home, E.T. managed to leave the vehicle again without any damage to his person and made his way home to Joshua’s condo.
He was greeted at the door with, “Where have you been all day, my feline pal?”
The next day on his usual afternoon excretory foray into the condo community yards, he moved to his UFO and took off in cloaked fashion to uplink with his monitoring partner in space at the nearest LeGrange Point. When he got a clear signal he inquired if they could use their surreptitious link into the nearest of the tetrahedron’s axis node’s computer service mainframe and use its records to trace the ship of Xeutl’s descent climax. And when they did they found that it was only about three ‘miles’ from his present location.
So, in an exploratory mode he moved his ship to the yard of the house nearest to the apparent landing sight and hid it in plain view appearing as a child’s football. When he left the ship he programmed in an external mode of mildly shocking anyone who tried to pick up the apparent football. And then he proceeded in his feline form up to the house, which also had a canine door.
This time, there was a canine present, but evidently because there were resident felines that he was used to, and that his mouth was planted into his food dish, he paid no attention to this strange cat passing behind him and entering the environs of this home.
E.T. soon found the series of step-up risers and moved on up to see what was going on upstairs, since there was no action on the first floor, except for the dog noisily enjoying his meal.
He found the main bedroom and saw a naked female human shape on it, apparently asleep. He looked her bodily landscape, noticing its various female features. Only a human could love this, he decided.
He moved down the side of her body, being careful to not tickle her, which would probably awaken her. He noticed that her fingers were playing with her birth portal and very sweet smelling liquids were leaking from it. Her legs were far apart in her sleep and so he decided to take a chance and move up to her ‘pussy’ as humans called it. Not understanding their reference to a feline in regard to a human females genitalia was apparent in E.T’s manner.
He nosed up to her leaking portal and partook of some of the liquid and evidently his tongue and whiskers served to remind her of another occasion when she had been alien stimulated and her exclamation, at that time as he patted her with his paw indicated what had happened the previous time.
“Aha, that is what happened to him!”
At that, he started to move his paw to inside of her and got the reaction, “Oh no, you don’t! I had the hardest time getting your little ship out of my pussy the last time, after my husband unloaded his cum all over your little silver ship. But, I got just enough hold of it to remove it and dispose of it down the toilet.
With that E.T. sadly withdrew from the bedroom and then the house, passing the dog again, still engrossed in his dog dish.
E.T. then moved back to his ship and passed on this information to the dead spacer’s mate over the internet. And in reply he got the message, “Thank you for letting me know.”
He then flew off to meet with his mothership to leave the vicinity with a lot of information on humans and a very sad tale in regard to a missing space traveler.
Joshua, just wondered what happened to his cat.