Baby Makes Four
Copyright© 2010 by Prince von Vlox
Chapter 11
Science Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 11 - The United States settled the Project 1950s as a lifeboat in case of a nuclear war. The founders picked an alternate time line where humanity died out with the Mt. Toba eruption of 75,000 BC. It is currently some 18,000 BCE, and the height of one of the periodic ice ages. Wendy van Veldt is an engineer-in-training. Her plans for the next few years are to start her career, and live happily ever after with her husband and her wife. Things don't quite work out that way.
Caution: This Science Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Romantic Fiction Science Fiction Pregnancy
People who write accounts of a personal attack, and give detailed descriptions of the action, lie like a dog. The only time I’d believe their account would be if they had a film record of what happened. We didn’t. But Deborah Perrin spent an hour getting eye-witness accounts, and she had things more or less figured out when I could finally be persuaded to let Jenny out of my arms (a little girl needing a potty break also helped convince me to let her go, but I still followed her into the restroom).
There were four men involved in the attack, and two lived, though with injuries. The one who’d grabbed me took two bullets to the chest courtesy of Deborah Perrin. Amy killed her kidnapper with a meat cleaver to the bridge of the nose; it took the doctor 10 minutes to extract it in the morgue. The one who’d grabbed Jenny had a fractured skull and broken ribs. At that he got off lucky. If I’d gotten to him ... That left the man with the shotgun, the older man who’d given Amy the funny look at the pool in Cedar View.
Amy and I weren’t the only ones who’d prepared. Chris had a bollard of hard wood he’d turned down on a lathe. He’d carried it up his sleeve, and when the attack started he’d slipped it into his hand and knocked the shotgun to one side, and incidentally breaking the man’s hand. The deep boom I’d heard was the shotgun going off. Chris didn’t try to wrestle it from the man’s grip. Instead he’d clubbed the guy as hard as he could. The man got a crushed jaw and trachea to go with his broken fingers. He lived, but only because Deborah Perrin did an emergency tracheotomy.
None of them went after Angel; Marge Lewis had a very quiet day.
The entire attack, from start to finish, took little more than a minute. The violence we see in the movies is staged for dramatic effect. The violence of real life is over almost before it starts.
One of the Security agents who’d been trailing us checked the ‘black’ doorway I’d noticed. It was a gate, and he and another agent went through it. By the time everything was sorted out, he’d found the three women and their kids that Amy had told us about. The bastard’s ‘castle’ where he could lord it over everyone was on the other side of the world. He’d used two different gates to travel here, one to another timeline, and one back. His helpers were other men with similar arrangements. Their women and children were eventually found and rescued.
All of this made headlines in the papers for a few days. And because nobody was sure if this ended the whole affair, guys from my crew were constantly around as a protective escort. Neither Amy nor I could even go to the bathroom—a very important thing for a pregnant woman—without someone checking beforehand. That was so sweet, if a bit inconvenient.
We accept a lot of independence in our culture, and I’m sure there are still people out there who have a harem of women and try to rule like the old-time lords of the manor. There are only a few million people around, and we have an entire world we can populate. Whole continents have only a handful of settlers. The ‘civilized’ parts of the world are mostly clustered in a few areas, though those places continue to grow. So there’s plenty of room for people who either do not fit in or choose not to.
There is plenty of room for those people in this world. It’s when they do things like what they did to Amy that society has to move in and change things. Amy’s kidnapper learned that, albeit briefly. Her meat cleaver removed any chance that that man could learn from his mistake. At that, he was lucky. I believed her when she said she’d dress him out like a carcass.
Some people looked at Chris as another one like our attackers. After all, he had two wives. I saw some letters in the paper criticizing us for our marriage, so I contacted the paper and released our marriage documents. There, in black and white, it had Amy, Chris, and I all married to one another. But it also showed Amy and me married to each other. The questions began to quiet down. We were odd, but not quite that odd, and we’d joined together openly and willingly. That got pointed out by one newspaper reporter who, it turned out, belonged to a line marriage of three men and four women. Now that one I find strange.
Getting back to normal took a while. We were all jumpy, and for the next two weeks, we kept moving around. It was only when Deborah Perrin and Marge Lewis stopped by for a visit, and they both assured us that the threat was over, that we moved back home.