Chapter 11

“Well, Dirkie boy’s in deep shit now,” I said. “He’s my prisoner and will probably never see the light of day again.”

The last cloaked android left the room while the Renee checked Tina out of the hospital. We left with nobody being any the wiser that we had the extra passengers with us.

Kateryna called me to let me know her target had been secured and that she was taking it and her six prisoners to the estate now. I asked her to leave five of her shuttles at the building to keep watch in case any more cloaked ships showed up. I called James and asked to leave two empty cells between each prisoner.

Four of the androids took the Larch’s cold fusion shuttle back to their home, and then stayed inside their home to keep it secure. They were equipped with plenty of the special tape since I figured that sooner or later someone would come looking for the missing ship and the missing Bailey boy. When they did, they would also be implicated in the plot and the attempted attack.

Everyone from the hospital boarded the Inquisitive, looking contemptuously at the six bodies secured and piled together in a heap on the floor near the back. “How did you get them out of the hospital?” George asked. I put a finger to my lips and pointed at the pile. We assumed that they were still unconscious, but I wasn’t positive. If I ever did have to release any of them, I didn’t want them to have any useful information. I ordered a loaded troop transport, a loaded APC transport, and six ten passenger shuttles to guard the girls’ hotel in Paris tonight. I doubted that there would be any problems, but didn’t want to take any chances. I told them to send one squad inside to spend the night in the suite with the girls.

I heaved a sigh of relief when we landed ten minutes later. I felt just like I had after getting back from my first visit to the Kashmir, except that I was exhausted. Gwen’s troops hurried over and took custody of the prisoners. One of the base’s androids was explaining where to take them. Once we were inside the mansion, I gave George and Tina a brief explanation, saying that Nicole’s four bodyguards were androids, and they knocked out the five intruders once I made sure what their intentions had been.

After that, I begged off, explaining that it had been a long and busy day and that I was getting married tomorrow. I also suggested to Gwen that we have every available ship and all available troops on alert tonight and tomorrow, ready to respond to an attack or to deal with another situation like tonight.

Danielle, Renee, Penny, Kelsey, and Nicole went with me. Several of the domestics helped the Larch’s find a room and settle in for the night. Greg planned to stay with them to keep an eye on Tina. Gwen kissed me, practically ready to burst with excitement.

“God that was amazing,” she gushed. “We captured two ships and twelve prisoners without anyone even knowing what was going on. Shit!” she exclaimed excitedly. I squeezed her ass teasingly. “If your wives leave you any energy, it’s yours tomorrow night, in front of everyone,” she promised.

“I’ve got to get some people to start gathering intelligence so we know what’s happening before it happens,” I complained.

“I know someone who’ll be here in a heartbeat,” she offered.

“Someone you trust?” I asked.

“I hope so,” she said grinning. “It’s my lover.”

“If he can handle what’s going on here, and if you don’t mind him around all these other women, call him,” I agreed.

“SHE can handle what’s going on here, and I don’t mind HER being around the other women,” Gwen laughed.

“Sorry,” I apologized.

She laughed and kissed me. “No problem. I know you don’t care. It’ll be nice having her here tomorrow night while you take my butt cherry. I should warn you, though; she’s going to be very skeptical for a while. She doesn’t have much use for guys and trusts them even less. Once she realizes you’re for real, though, she’ll be one of your most ardent supporters. She’s wanted to go after the people who abuse the system for a long time. She quit the UN Intelligence Agency because they wouldn’t do anything. She knows quite a few other women who work or worked for UNIA and other intelligence agencies who feel the same way.

“I’ve got to go run and burn off some adrenaline,” she said after giving me one lingering last kiss.

Kateryna was already in the room waiting for me. She pulled me into the bathroom and literally jumped on me, wrapping her legs around my waist. “Tonight was so fucking hot! And you made it all possible,” she said before shoving her tongue down my throat. When she finished she laid her head on my shoulder and sighed. “This morning I thought my life was over. I almost chose to go out into the desert and die. I thought about it all afternoon. Then, tonight, I end up with four cocks inside me at the same time. It was fucking awesome. Then I got a chance to capture a ship involved in forcing girls to be sex slaves. I feel more alive right now that I have since my first firefight. Thank you. I thought I’d lost everything, but you’ve given me something to live for.”

We rejoined the others in the bedroom. Kelsey claimed me and stripped me, then climbed on top of me. “I was serious when I told you that you would have lots of times with me. This is just the first of many,” she promised as she lowered her body, burying my shaft inside her sheath. Danielle and Penny paired off, as did Renee and Nicole. Kateryna straddled my face and I buried my tongue in her snatch while she worked Kelsey’s breasts. When Kelsey and I came, Kateryna sucked me until I again rose to the task, and then rolled me over on top of her. I obliged her unspoken request, enjoying the sight of Penny and Danielle sharing the cleanup of Kelsey. Kelsey slipped a hand between Kateryna and me and worked Kateryna’s clit, smiling up at her with a tenderness that gave away the secret of two new lovers who just found each other. It was Kelsey that claimed the privilege of burying her head between Kateryna’s legs when she and I finished. I found them snuggled together in a lover’s embrace in the extra bedroom of my suite the next morning. They hadn’t closed the door, not trying to hide their new relationship.

Penny wanted to talk while we fucked. She was confused and conflicted. As much as sucking off another man while she fucked me had excited her, she also felt that she had cheated on me and had let me down. “Were you upset when I fucked the girl you chose?” I asked her.

“No, I know that you’re going to have sex with other women. Besides, with her, it was just sex. I could see in your eyes that you didn’t have feelings for her.”

“And do you have feelings for the guy you sucked off?”

“No,” she answered emphatically.

“So, what’s the difference between the two?” I asked. She thought about it for a few minutes while I slowly made love to her.

“Am I just being silly?” she asked finally.

“No, you’ve just taken a big step in the process of learning the difference between love and sex. Six days ago, it was my intention to marry Vonna and settle into a monogamous relationship. Tomorrow I marry my third wife, and I’ve probably had sex with twenty or thirty different women in the last week besides my wives, and love most of them to some degree. Does that mean I love my wives less? No. Does that mean that they worry about my love for each of them? No. We understand the difference between love and sex, and understand that sharing love or having sex with someone else doesn’t diminish the love that we have for each other.

“I know how you feel about me. I also know that a woman usually remembers the man she gives her virginity to fondly for the rest of her life, no matter what. In a few years, you may end up joining in our marriage. Or, you may meet a guy that makes your knees weak when you see him and makes you wet when he smiles at you. All I want and expect from you is that you be honest with yourself about your feelings, and to do what makes you happy. If you’re the woman on the conference table with four cocks inside you at the next meeting, as long as it’s what you want, I’ll be happy for you. What I want is for you to truly be happy, whether it’s with me or with someone else.”

Penny shuddered her climax, her tight muscles milking the cum from me, then pulled me down for a long, sensual kiss. There was no urgency in the kiss, just a heartfelt moment shared between lovers.

Knowing my penchant for watching, Danielle pulled Penny over so I could watch my cum drip out of Penny and into Danielle’s waiting mouth. Danielle’s eyes were grinning knowingly at me while her tongue was busy. Nicole deferred to Renee, but Renee said she was still a little sore from the pounding she took earlier this evening, adding that she had every intention of doing a repeat performance at the next opportunity. I got the bottle of lotion from the nightstand and spread it gently across and into her abused holes. Nicole and I made love, falling asleep still coupled together after we finished. Renee snuggled against my back. Penny and Danielle fell asleep snuggled together.

Renee’s mumbling woke me during the night. Figuring that she was having a bad dream I rolled over and comforted her. “I’ve missed you, Justin,” she mumbled. I held her tighter and kissed her cheek knowing she was dreaming about her husband. I caught brief snippets of the rest of her dream conversation, just enough to know she was still dreaming of Justin, but not enough to tell what she was saying.

TUESDAY May 13

Renee woke me in the morning, well before the alarm went off. “Thank you,” she whispered so as not to wake anyone else.

“For what?” I asked, not sure what she was talking about.

“For holding me last night while you knew I was dreaming about Justin.”

“You were asleep. How could you know about that?” I asked.

“It was the weirdest thing I’ve even done. It was as if I was floating above the bed talking with him. I saw you roll over and hug me, and I know what you heard. I tried to be quieter after that. You still knew I was talking to him and didn’t get upset. Justin was right about you last night,” she said.

“Right about what?” I asked.

“You’ll see. But we have to leave half an hour early. We need to make one extra stop on the way to Paris.”

I had my orders, so I got up and made a quick pit stop. Penny and Danielle were still in each other’s arms. They looked so peaceful that I hated to wake them, but wake them I did. I didn’t see Kelsey or Kateryna, but noticed the second bedroom open when I went out to our shared living area. They were wrapped around each other even more intimately than Penny and Danielle had been. When they finally woke up, I offered them the permanent use of the room, but they declined, choosing to use the room Kateryna had picked out the previous day.

Breakfast had just begun to be served, so I checked to see if Gwen was awake. She met me at the grass track a few minutes later with another woman in tow, and introduced Serena. We talked while we jogged. Having gone a week without working out (except for lots of sex) it felt good to push myself again. I asked about the decision the troops made to move out of the estate and into the barracks. Gwen promised that it had nothing to do with Kateryna. It was for discipline and camaraderie, as well as to keep from disrupting life in the estate with their strange schedule. I talked with Serena about what I was looking for. I wanted people to go through the reports the spy androids were generating, people to hunt down pirate bases, and people to track where the Russian Mafia was and what they were planning and doing. I explained that I had backdoor access to practically every computer in the world and full access to every official UN web site. I gave Gwen permission to give Serena complete access to the facility, holding nothing back. All I asked is that the prisoners be left alone to stew until I had time to deal with them.

“You’re pretty sure that I’ll agree,” Serena commented sarcastically.

“I trust Gwen. Gwen trusts you. She warned me that it would take you a few days and that you’d be skeptical for a while. I understand that you don’t trust guys much. I can live with that. I have nothing to hide from you and figure that if you see what I’m hiding from the rest of the world, you’ll understand why I have to keep it from them. Gwen told me that once you realize I’m legit, you’d be one of my biggest supporters. You want to go after the people abusing the system and so do I. I have the money and am acquiring the weapons and troops to do it. What I need now is intel. Gwen also mentioned that you know quite a few other women from UNIA who feel the same way. Once you’re convinced, I’d love for you to get them to join us. All I ask is that you keep our secrets from them. You need to know them, they shouldn’t. Get as many people as you can, there’s tons of stuff available to sort and review.”

I led the way to the lab, wanting to see for myself how things were going. It was actually pretty empty. I took the opportunity to tell both ladies about the neural growth formula. Both paled at the thought of what would happen if that secret got out. We stopped by hangar fourteen to find what looked like a hill of two-legged ants that someone had disturbed. There must have been five hundred androids around, on, or inside the two ships, as well as along one of the walls looking over a long series of tables filled with parts from the ships.

I startled when I heard James’s voice in my com unit. He was standing right in front of me and not talking. “We found some things you should know about,” he said secretively. I introduced James to Serena, telling him that there were to be no secrets from either of the two ladies. James showed us some of the electronic components from the ship. Many had Cyrillic markings on them, even though the original ship was originally a Lockheed.

“Russian Mafia backing, I’d guess,” was Serena’s disdainful comment.

The larger ship was impressive, having six pulse ion cannons fore and four aft. Their cloaking and shielding was level three, the highest available aside from our ships. They had cloaking detection equipment on both ships. Obviously, it didn’t detect us. The shuttle had two forward pulse ion cannons, and both ships were heavily armored. The AI from each ship had been backed up to data cubes and then removed before being scrubbed. Since both ships used standard AIs for their class of ship, James had installed a couple of the spares that he was making ahead of time. I suggested keeping at least twenty spares on hand when they had time to make them, maybe more. They had also removed the transponders, replacing them with ones we had tampered with. Ours could be turned off for stealth, but would respond to a specific IFF frequency that changed twice a day. The AI for each of our ships was programmed to make the change automatically.

The basic programming from one of our troop transports had been copied and the androids were now completing the finishing touches to the retrofit. It should be done in an hour. The rest of the android workers had spent the night refitting and arming each of our two and ten-passenger shuttles, as well as the military ships. Each ship now had a small, portable, plasma ion saber that would easily reach the upper or lower hatch. There was enough KMG gas (knockout) in each shuttle to capture at least three large cargo ships. Larger ships had much more KMG gas aboard. Also included were several new, smaller sensor arrays that fit inside the gas hose. The new arrays were about the size of a marble, cold fusion powered, and had a coating that worked like a chameleon’s skin making them harder to spot. Several would be put inside the gas hose right before using it to introduce KMG into a captured ship. The sensors would enter the ship at the same time as the gas. They could fly around and explore on their own or be directed by someone inside of our ship. The sensors each had two individual doses of KMG to take out one or two individuals. James had nicknamed them “fireflies” and had appropriated one of the unused, underground, manufacturing facilities at Holloman Air base where they were producing twenty-five an hour. The rest of the medium freighter power supplies had come in and all five hundred of the APCs were fully operational. He also let me know that all of our available androids were now fully operational.

“You’ve been awfully busy,” I commented.

“We got more than six hundred used androids from Marco, including two anatomically correct males and sixteen anatomically correct females.” Anatomically correct (AC) androids were used by their owners primarily as sex toys. The androids didn’t actually receive any sensations from the sex, but the females would mimic a climax when the man did, and the male androids would climax when their female (or male) owner did, even being able to squirt a semen-like liquid with a rather sweet taste (so I was told). “We also have the extra maintenance robots helping. They did a lot of the less complex upgrades to the ships and are doing most of the work on the fireflies,” he explained.

“How did you find so many people that could do this type of work?” Serena asked.

“They’re all androids,” I told her, then had to get her a chair before her legs gave way.

“That’s nothing,” Gwen laughed.

“Each of his ships is cloaked and shielded to level seven or greater. One small shuttle can hold off a hundred or more pirate ships. Plus, they have a weapon that can disable the shielding on any ship with one shot, even punching a hole through the ship. They even have a level seven portable shield that can be carried by an android to shield groups of ground troops. We can land and unload undetected in the middle of a hostile base, and they won’t even know what’s happening until it’s too late.”

“Shit” Serena gasped.

“And you plan to use this against pirates and the Russian Mafia?”

Gwen and I both nodded. “Last night was our first attack. That’s why I was so horny when you got here,” Gwen commented. Serena gave her a warning look. “I already told him last night. I knew he wouldn’t have a problem with us, and I wanted to be totally honest with him. I suggest that you do the same thing, even if you don’t think he’ll take it well,” Gwen explained.

“Okay, how do I know that you really mean what you’re telling us and that you’re not just telling us what you think we want to hear?” she asked.

“You’ll have to get to know me. How long do you think I could deceive as many women as are on the base here? Talk to them. Ask them anything you want. I’ll be gone until this evening so I won’t be looking over your shoulder, not that I would anyway.”

I turned back to James as we were leaving. “I’ll need another AI the size of the one I made to run the base. It will be to operate and coordinate our defensive weapons systems when we get them designed, built, and installed,” I hollered.

James waved his acknowledgement of my comment, concentrating on something another android was showing him.

I called Nippon and ordered two more medium freighters configured just like the last one, figuring that there might be times I needed to watch more than one place. I also ordered five additional medium and ten small freighters. Mr. Woo had taken over for Mr. Sugiyama and was excited by the order. I added five hundred more two-passenger shuttles and one hundred ten-passenger ones, getting another two hundred medium freighter power supplies and another five hundred two-passenger shuttle power supplies. As an afterthought, I asked to have two hundred new ship’s hatches added to the order. No telling how many we’d be replacing. I also got Mr. Sugiyama’s new com number from Mr. Woo.

Next, we went to the android lab/factory. I saw ten new environmental growth chambers for stem cells and noticed that five of them were in operation. “Marco’s definitely been busy,” I commented, pointing out the new chambers to the girls. I was surprised to see one wall covered in sturdy shelves that contained the original android AIs from every spy android. A quick count of one shelf and a little multiplication told me there were 1357 of them. Glancing at them again, I noted many that were grouped together, duplicates working for the same person. A quick estimate told me that about eighty percent were duplicates. Damn. That would still provide us with lots of intel.

I did a quick calculation with the number of spies we had from the US and the number of duplicates we had for the same area. It appeared that there were about twenty-five people using android spies in the US, plus or minus two. Deciding that I’d rather be safe than sorry, I ordered more used androids, wondering how much of the reason I was ordering them was to feed a growing desire to find all the people who were spying and how much of the reason was because I really thought I needed them.

I called clearinghouses in New York, Chicago, Seattle, Los Angeles, and Dallas and ordered one hundred-forty-four male and one hundred-forty-four female androids from each. Then I called a factory in Helsinki and ordered six dozen anatomically correct male androids. I planned to use the female ones we already had to help interview male prisoners. The male androids ... well ... let’s just say that I hoped to keep my women happy without killing any of our available men in the process.

I showed Serena what we had on the Baileys. “Jesus, is there anything you don’t know about them?” she gasped.

“Hopefully not,” I commented. “If there is, I hope you find it.”

Our final destination was the underground hangar. The Kashmir was there and looked like they had just recently finished repairing it.

“Isn’t that...?”

“The Kashmir,” I completed her statement. I told her Marco’s story, then about the new power supply and engines.

“Warp ninety?” she gasped.

“That was before James came up with the newest upgrade. Now it may be around one-thirty-five. We could conceivably make the trip to Alpha Centauri in less than two weeks. That would definitely make colonization possible on the four planets they identified that should support life. Imagine, a planet without the bullshit we have here, one where everyone is treated with respect.”

“I take it you’ve thought about this a lot,” Serena commented.

“Off and on, it’s been in the back of my mind for years,” I admitted.

I gave her a quick tour of a 3-D hologram of the base, showing her the underground tunnel system and facilities.

“I wonder if there are any more facilities like this one,” she commented.

Hmmmmm.

Serena hugged Gwen, looking her in the eye. “You’re sure this is legit?” she asked. Gwen nodded and hugged Serena back just as tight. “Then count me in,” she said with a finality that let me know there wouldn’t be an awkward period between us. “What should I start on?” I laughed and wrote out a list:

Find more help.

Find lots more help.

Check Base computer system for references to any more underground facilities like this one that might have more weapons.

Find out everything about the Baileys, and other similar families in the area, the state, and the country.

Is there a Russian connection? If so, what, and can we prove it?

Which officials do the abusers of the system bribe and use?

Find pirate bases. Russian connections? Provable?

Track the Russians and learn everything we can about them.

I also explained about having people and deliveries go to my place first so they can’t be tracked. I told her to let Gwen know everything she needed and to find somewhere comfortable to set up everything. She asked if she could use an underground bunker and I told her to go for it. Then she asked how many more people I wanted to help her. I told her that anything under two hundred was fine, and over that probably would be, too. Guys were welcome as long as they understood and would follow the rules here. Asking was fine, pressuring, coercing, or forcing was not, and would be dealt with quickly, harshly, and probably painfully.

I also commented that I would need two more people to fly the next two Bumblebee ships. They needed to be intelligent, observant, have a strong military background, and be able to improvise and think on the fly.

“I know six women like that already,” Gwen offered. “They were good enough to be recommended for Special Forces training, but after they graduated and went on a few missions, decided it wasn’t for them. Hell, I could easily get another two hundred or three hundred former Legion members that quit, too. They’re a lot like Special Forces, but they work in larger groups.”

“Get them. If you can get officers, great, if not, you may need to promote some of your girls and replace them with androids.” I called Mr. Woo back and told him to change the specially converted medium freighter order to eight configured just like the last one, and to add fifteen normal small freighters. I explained to Gwen and Serena that the eight medium freighters would be eight more Bumblebees, and that ten of the fifteen small freighters would each be set up to hold fifty troops with APCs, shuttles, and extra weapons, as well as a small medical area, and an area that could be converted to a brig quickly.

“Damn, it would take the military six months to figure out that they needed the transports, two years to get them ordered, and another two years before they were delivered,” Serena commented snidely.

“These will be here tomorrow,” Gwen told Serena proudly, “as well as everything you order.”

“I suggest making your initial order enough for at least two hundred people if you think you’ll have that many, more if you want. Make sure to pick out a spot big enough for everyone unless you want to break them up into smaller groups,” I reminded her.

I made a quick call to Greg and asked about the quality of medical androids. He explained that the best ones were awfully strange looking, having an abdomen larger than normal and what looked like a permanent backpack to hold a large enough AI that they could move almost as well as ours could. Those were as good as having a doctor, and could even perform complicated surgeries. The medi-docs had the same programming, but still moved like a regular android and weren’t good for surgery. I asked him to order sixty of the medi-docs so we could have a medical contingent on each of our military transports. I also wanted him to work with James and set up two small freighters as armed and armored hospital ships that we could take with us to a battle zone. Greg agreed that it was a good idea. I also called James and asked him to make one more large AI. It would hold all the intel we were gathering, making it easier to cross-reference things.

“Well, ladies, I’m afraid I’ve got to run. My brides await me,” I said with an exaggerated flourish.

I hugged Gwen and kissed her. “Have fun with your new toys,” I laughed. I took Serena’s hand and kissed it, but she pulled me into a hug and gave me a quick, chaste kiss. “You, too,” I said, and then headed back to the estate.

I arrived halfway through breakfast. Kelsey was sitting next to Kateryna, giving Kateryna her support. Kateryna was pushing her food around her plate, but not really eating. I noticed that the troops were eating breakfast with us this morning instead of by themselves. I ate a large breakfast, knowing what would be in store for me later this afternoon. Kateryna finally gave up trying to eat and simply knelt near the main door out of the dining room, looking at the floor in front of her knees. Five minutes later, the troops left, one squad at a time, walking right by Kateryna. About a dozen women pulled their hand back to slap her, but each hesitated, unable to finish the blow, and left, tears visible on their cheeks. After the last squad was gone, Kelsey helped Kateryna to her feet.

I went to her and hugged her for support, whispered that the Bumblebee had a mission, and handed her the instructions. She would definitely be surprised when she found out that her supplies had arrived and the ship was now fully functional, armed, and loaded. There were over a hundred androids, weapons for each, explosives, smoke, extra tanks of KMG, cases of the tape to secure prisoners with, twenty portable shields, four months’ worth of food, and one of the new AC male androids to help her relieve stress. I had the AC android programmed so that he was also a domestic plus android to fix her meals and to clean up for her.

She had the three APCs and two ten-passenger shuttles aboard, and ten two-passenger shuttles attached to the top of the ship. All of the shuttles she carried were fully equipped with the upgrades so that they could capture ships. For just a recon ship, she was probably more of a potential threat to the enemy that five squads of Special Forces. Her assignment was to conduct surveillance for three days on the pirate enclave where the Kashmir crew was being held. I wanted pictures of everyone to help us identify crew, pirates, and any other captives or civilians there. I wanted to know how many people we were rescuing and who they were. I wanted to know how many pirates were there, what type of security they had, what types of arms they had, where prisoners were kept during the day and at night, how many pirate ships were usually there, and anything else we needed to know.