Citizen Miller
Copyright© 2010 by FantasyLover
Chapter 14
Science Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 14 - A brilliant, inquisitive scientist proposes to his girlfriend setting off a chain of events nobody could have foreseen as they rescue victims and gather help to confront a ruthless, sinister conspiracy he previously knew nothing about. Future science fiction, plot, plus lots of sex. Parts I and II are finished and pretty much stand alone. Part III is more than half finished.
Caution: This Science Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/ft Ma/ft mt/Fa Fa/Fa ft/ft Fa/ft Mult Consensual Rape Slavery BiSexual Heterosexual Science Fiction Incest BDSM Torture Swinging Gang Bang Group Sex Orgy Harem Polygamy/Polyamory Interracial First Oral Sex Anal Sex Sex Toys Bestiality Cream Pie
I actually owned four katanas. Three I used for practice and the fourth was my pride and joy. It was nearly a thousand years old. The other three were only one or two hundred years old. They were still excellent weapons, though. I removed my katana reverently from the special stand that held the daisho and hefted it, feeling the balance. I asked Helga to stand back while I warmed up with it. My movements were smooth and flowing like a well-choreographed ballet.
“I wondered why you chose swords,” Helga commented, the relief evident in her voice.
I went back outside, arriving just as Rasheed got there. I set a practice katana on the ground near him. “Here’s your weapon, unless you have another sword you’d like to use,” I commented.
“Fuck you,” he spat defiantly. I grinned, fighting back the anger I felt swelling inside of me. This was a time to be focused, and anger wouldn’t allow that. He picked the Katana up and made several crude practice swings. Satisfied that he had mastered the sword, he charged me, swinging wildly. In shock, he quickly picked up the sword with the hand he had remaining and attacked again. This time he collapsed in shock, looking up at me, and then at the two bleeding stumps where his hands used to be. I drove my katana down through his crotch. His eyes widened for a second before he passed out. I finished him with a flick of the wrist, rending head from body before asking the androids to dump his lifeless body into the bottom of one of the trenches being refilled with agricultural soil.
Having never seen me like that before, my wives were in shock as well. “Are you okay?” they all asked, waiting to approach until I had cleaned and sheathed my katana.
“Perfect,” I replied, smiling. “After all, how often do you get a chance to squish a two-legged cockroach?”
Gwen came over and hugged me, too. “Now the warrior comes out of hiding,” she commented, wiping a couple drops of blood from my forehead. She took my katana and case and checked out the balance. “Damn, I’ve never felt anything so perfectly balanced,” she said as she handed it back. I gave it to one of the androids and asked to have it properly cleaned and then put back in the lab, along with the practice one.
Marco approached with a rather large group that I assumed must be his family. “Scientist, ship fitter, and warrior, a deadly combination, I think,” he laughed, but I could see that there was no laughter in his eyes.
“What’s the matter?” I asked.
“I told you he knows me too well,” Marco commented to what must be his brother. Evidently, the leader of the pirate enclave where his brother Vladimir had been staying decided two months ago to take Marco’s niece as his wife ... over the objections of everyone, especially the niece ... and he wasn’t going to give her up. Marco introduced me to his parents, Arkady and Valentina, his brothers Vasily and Vladimir, and sister Dasha, as well as their spouses. He didn’t try to name the eight kids with them, looking like they ranged in age from two to early teen.
I welcomed them all, and then told Marco and Vladimir, the niece’s father, to go with Bumblebee 8 and Bumblebee 9 as soon as they were settled in. They could guide the captains of each ship to the pirate base. I wanted the ship Vladimir was on to do the recon, with Marco in the other ship high above watching out for anything. They should download any info Marco had collected during his visit, and give it to Gwen before they left. I hoped we could have the niece out of there within 24 hours.
“This base is twice as big as the other one,” Marco warned. It was dawn right now at the pirate base, so we had about fourteen hours before nightfall. There were 23 ships at the base, although several of those were captured and hadn’t been converted because they didn’t have enough men to crew the ships. There were 141 pirates, 152 female slaves and 11 male slaves, mostly pre-teen boys. There were also 71 portable buildings. I told Marco to pick up 500 extra fireflies for each Bumblebee for this mission.
The girls and I stopped by the hospital to check on Kateryna. She had been awake for about ten minutes when we arrived and already heard what happened. Considering what she’d done, she was surprised to see so many former comrades there for her. Greg said it would be at least four weeks before she could fly again. I kissed her after thanking her for what she did. “My job,” she whispered weakly.
Serena called while we were heading to the estate for a quick and early dinner. Reviewing the data on computers and AIs from Pirate Base 1 gave her five more pirate base locations. Data from the ships captured there gave one more, but also showed where they stopped frequently to pick up cargo and slaves, and showed frequent stops at a dozen places inside Russia. She was cross-checking the frequent non-Russian stopping places against the locations of known or suspected spies since more were coming on line every hour as the spy-infected AIs were converted and allowed to report. The ships we captured approaching PB1 added information about three more bases to our list, as well as several more contact points on earth and two more Russian locations.
The data from the Chihuahua estate showed definite Russian ties, but didn’t add further to our data on pirate bases, involved estates, or Russian locations. The ships we captured over the city of Chihuahua gave us locations for six more bases, correlated with three known spy estates, and gave us two new Russian locations. I asked her to get with Stan and Gwen.
“Ooh, kinky,” she teased.
I wanted the base of the pirates we caught on the way to PB1 and the base of the pirates we captured over Chihuahua to be the next targets after PB2 where Marco’s niece was being held, and PB3 where Marco’s wife had been raped. James said that four more Bumblebees had been completed so far out of the eight ships from PB1, and materials for dozens more was en route as we were speaking. I wonder if everyone already knew the new jargon, PB1, or if the androids learned of it and spread it amongst themselves via their internal communications. The last four Bumblebees should be finished before morning. I asked him to include one of the maintenance robots on each Bumblebee, and to program them to be able to disarm bombs and booby traps if they weren’t already. He assured me that it was already part of their programming due to working on a military base.
I also wanted only two APCs per ship, but wanted to increase the ten-passenger shuttles to four, increase the non-shuttle android contingent to 90, and add 500 more fireflies to each ship. I let Stan know about the changes I was making to the Bumblebees, and asked how we were doing on pilots. He laughed, telling me that everyone from the Kashmir wanted to pilot one. I suggested training them all and assigning them based on how well they did.
“Too late,” Stan laughed.
He had James assign a couple of his guys to develop a simulator for the Bumblebees. They now had 16 of the simulators (VR neural helmet) and the suitable crewmembers were already holding round-robin competitions to get used to the ships and to see who could score highest.
The fourteen pregnant women that were past their first trimester were limited to the new air traffic control I didn’t even know we had. It was in the old war room of the air base. They stayed in communication with our ships and watched their plotted locations on three large maps on the room’s front wall. One of the three large maps was a flat representation of the earth’s surface, one was an expanded view of the base, and one was a view of the solar system from above the sun, looking down on everything. They had every ship we had (except shuttles) listed on one side of the board in green (available now), yellow (stand-by for possible re-enforcements), blue (carrying freight, civilian passengers, or both), red (actively engaged with enemy), orange (follow-up/cleanup ... engagement over), white (civilian only like soil movers, livestock freighters, and housing transports), purple (recon), or brown (undergoing repair/refit). I also noticed small white circles scattered across the maps. Some had a pink skull and crossbones (pirate bases I assumed) and others had a pink house icon (estates, I guessed), but most had no symbol yet.
We ate quickly and had one of the domestics take more food out to the Inquisitive to fill the refrigerator with snacks and beverages. At 5:00 straight up we had just landed and were making our way to the seating area at AIT, along with Nicole, Tiffany, Melissa, Tara, and Kelsey, who were also graduating. Jenna was excited and nervous, excited about graduating, and nervous about a possible repeat of this morning. We were well prepared, but fortunately, there were no extracurricular activities at the ceremony and we headed home afterwards, leaving shielded shuttles and androids watching our other girls as they visited with or partied with their families and friends.
The estate was busy when we got back. A large crowd of newcomers practically filled a soccer field, their belongings carefully being loaded on grav sleds that were then lined up along the runway. The freighters were gone, obviously heading back for round two. Sven waved to catch my attention and we met near the goal. “Now what?” he laughed.
I suggested that they take over Tularosa, a town that had reached nearly 6,000 residents in its heyday. I displayed a 3-D image for them and they gasped at seeing mostly single-family homes. Seeing that, the women were ready to move in permanently right now. Nothing was going to come between them and a single family home. One hundred of our androids appeared quickly, each with a pocket computer. They helped each family or group of families decide where to move.
James had accessed visual records from the maintenance robots and had 3-D views of the inside and outside all of the homes, as well as aerial views of neighborhoods and sections of town. They finally all agreed on a neighborhood near the center of town. That being decided, I watched as a procession of cargo grav sleds snaked along one of the interior roads towards Tularosa, each guided by one of the guys.
The people boarded shuttles and were whisked away, giving them time to select individual houses before their belongings arrived. A freighter filled with domestics and more of the guys followed to help unload and put things away. The estate domestics were busy putting together food and drinks to take over.
“That went better than I thought it would,” I commented to Sven, and the Judges who had joined us by now.
Sven performed the introductions, explaining to the other judges the reason for this emergency meeting and evacuation. I suggested that the first order of business be to select a place for fifteen courtrooms. Tomorrow, after their families were settled in, we could go back and get any staff they wanted. I suggested the bunker I’d planned to keep the Kashmir’s crew in. It was easily big enough for fifteen courtrooms with attendant offices for the judges and their support staff. I asked about furnishings, figuring that they would want something like they already had.
I was surprised when they wanted newer, more modern furnishings and equipment. To a man, they all wanted something like the newest UN Court building in Cyprus had. I left Renee with them to sort out the details and told James that we needed the courtrooms built by tomorrow. A suite of bunkers across the hall from the courts was chosen for Sven’s offices. Sven simply suggested furnishing them like his offices at the UN. Some of the androids who had been inside helping Sven pack went to show Renee what Sven needed.
“Do you give your workers something to enhance their job performance?” Sven asked. “They’ve been working tirelessly for hours and haven’t even broken a sweat,” he commented.
Laughing, I explained that almost all of the “workers” he saw on the base, and a good portion of the military were androids. “If anybody but you told me that, I’d think they were lying,” Sven commented. “How?” he asked.
“Unfortunately, that is one of the secrets I need to keep from the world. Imagine if everyone had an army of androids like these. He with the most money and the most androids would rule the world ... or what was left of it.”
“Good point,” Sven commented soberly.
“Hey, you’ve got to see my new and improved bass fishing pond,” I said excitedly.
“Bass?” Johann asked, his interest also piqued.
“When?” Sven asked excitedly.
“How about now? Fishing is good 24 hours a day,” I said. I commed my wives and told them that I would be away fishing for a while. We stopped by my lab and picked up my selection of fishing gear before heading out. Rather than land at the point I usually used, I scanned the lake and had the small freighter hover, motionless, over the area that currently had the largest concentration of bass. Simply opening the cargo doors on both sides gave us great vantage points for fishing.
I explained a little more about our operation to them, telling them that we currently had locations of about 30 pirate bases we hoped to begin raiding in a few hours. I explained about Marco’s niece being held and that we were going to rescue her. I told them that we had been able so far to capture all but three of the pirates alive, and felt we would probably be able to continue to do so. We brought their captives back and gave them medical attention, fed them, and tried to return them to their families in our “spare” time. They were impressed that we were turning most of the estate into arable farmland and planting it.
“What would you say to operating under the auspices of the UN?” Sven asked out of the blue.
“Depends on how it’s done,” I replied cautiously. “I won’t give any type of control to any UN officers for two reasons. First, most of my forces are women who left the UN military, dissatisfied with the political climate there. Second, I have no intention to allow any of them access to our secrets or knowledge of our battle strategies. If we were to answer to you or Judge von Reinhard, I wouldn’t have a problem with it.”
“You would have to abide by the standards expected of UN troops,” Sven warned.
I commed Gwen and asked if everything we did met the standards UN forces were held to. “Easily, why?” she asked.
“I’m negotiating and want to make sure we aren’t doing anything we shouldn’t be,” I explained. “No problem,” I told Sven.
He asked me to detail my plans as best I could. I told him that we were continuing to convert captured pirate ships into a special type of attack ship that could pretty much take out a pirate base by itself, and were continuing to refine our tactics and what we took into battle. We also had estates targeted that were illegally providing slaves to both the pirates and the Russians. I told them about the spy program in used androids.
“Shit,” both of them said simultaneously. They both had used androids, and had brought them here. I told them that it wasn’t a problem because our shield was blocking any unauthorized transmissions, but that I’d have them checked immediately. I commed James, suggesting that they check with every family and check any androids they brought with them.
Next, I explained how we checked where pirates landed versus the known spying locations, and did a detailed check on those families to verify if they were involved. We found, so far, that all of those involved used a corrupted copy of the UN program that tracks how many consorts they had. Some families that should have barely had any concubines had hundreds listed with no warning showing up at the UN. Since the programming contained a lot of Cyrillic, we assumed that it was Russian in origin. The more they heard, the more upset they got about what was happening. Johann asked if we could somehow expand our investigation to find out which judges the corrupt estates used frequently. He was going to have his staff review all of the cases those judges heard, looking for irregularities showing a pattern of corruption. I commed Serena and asked her to do that. She said that they already had that info. They got it from the captured or hacked computers along with the names of local officials that had received payoffs. Those officials included Judges, police, officials in charge of enforcing vagrancy laws, and high officials at colleges and universities, not to mention lots of lawyers.
Johann was seething by now. “Damn, I wish I had a bigger staff,” he complained.
“I’ll get you as big a staff as you need,” I offered.
“Yeah, but they need to understand the law well enough to almost be a judge themselves,” he lamented.
Grinning, I commed Renee. “Hi, Sweetie. How did the legal training go?”
“Great,” she exulted, “they know it better than I do.”
“We may need a few hundred of them very soon. See if James can spare 100 for now and program them, please,” I said.
“What are they for?” she asked.
“Legal research assistants for the Judge,” I told her.
Johann couldn’t believe what he’d just heard. “You have androids that can understand the law?” he gasped.
“Looks like it,” I answered.
“I can see it now, android judges,” he laughed.
“So, where does that leave us?” I asked as I reeled in another fish and then tossed it back.
“Hey, that one looked edible,” Sven protested. “I guess I could decree that you are a special task force under the jurisdiction of the UN but that you report only to me and Judge von Reinhard.”
“So, what exactly does that accomplish?” I queried.
“It gives you legal authority to make the attacks as if it were UN troops attacking, and makes you the local authority if you detain anyone, no matter where it is. It also gives you access to UN suppliers and you can request temporary transfers to your forces of any UN personnel you need.”
“It would also give you access to the UN computers so your searches are more thorough,” Johann offered.
“Oops,” I said sheepishly.
“Oops?” Johann asked, his curiosity again piqued.
“Hypothetically, what would happen to someone who had unauthorized access to the UN computer network?”
Sven put his hands over his ears. “I don’t want to hear it,” he said while shaking his head.
Johann looked thoughtful for a minute. “If nothing malicious was done with it, it would just be misdemeanor hacking charge with a $P25,000 maximum fine, much less than you’ll be spending just furnishing 15 courtrooms ... hypothetically, of course,” he said.
“Of course,” I agreed.
“Provided that the hypothetical perpetrator has no prior record, the misdemeanor conviction could be expunged from his record once his attorney so petitioned the court and showed the court that he had otherwise been a productive member of society. I would guess that something like, say, winning multiple Scientist of the Year Awards or becoming a commander of UN forces would easily prove that,” he said, smirking.
“So now what?” I asked.
“Well, considering that your attorney is busy procuring and training a research staff for me, I guess I could waive the filing of the petition and just declare you convicted, the fine paid in full, and your record expunged,” he offered.
“Cool,” I answered.
“You can be such a pain in the ass,” Sven laughed when Johann and I finished.
“Hey, I’m a scientist. We’re supposed to be eccentric,” I protested as I pulled in the biggest bass of the night.
“Dinner,” Johann exclaimed, so I put it in the basket I brought.
“I guess we need a name for the task force now,” Sven commented. “How about Bass Lake Task Force?” he suggested.
“Nah, I’ve got a better idea,” I laughed. “How about PITA Task Force?”
“What does this have to do with a flatbread?” Sven asked, confused.
“Nothing,” I laughed, “it’s an acronym.”
Sven looked even more confused so I explained. “Pain-In-The-Ass.”
I had to grab Johann when he exploded in laughter to keep him from falling out of the ship and into the water ten feet below us. Between the idea for the name and Johann almost falling into the lake, our laughter fed off each other’s until none of us could talk. We were even having a hard time breathing we laughed so hard.
“Okay, okay,” Sven gasped finally. “Task Force PITA it is.” Of course, that set off another round of laughter. I looked at our android pilot, and with great difficulty and requiring several attempts, finally managed to convey to him to contact Gwen and Stan and give them a transcript of our discussion.
Once the laughter finally died away, we landed at my favorite fishing spot where I started a fire in the fire ring I used when I was here. We laughed, fished more, ate the snacks I’d had put into the ship, and watched sparks from the fire rise into the night sky before they winked out. We shared the cooked fish, pulling pieces off with our fingers.
“Mike, excuse me, but Renee wants to know if you’re coming home any time soon,” the pilot asked after the fish was nearly gone. Sven and Johann laughed at me.
“Tell her we’re leaving now,” I answered. We doused the fire and fed the leftovers to the remaining fish in the lake before leaving.
[From here on, in numerous chapters, I will use the words of two songs by the Rock group Queen: We Will Rock You and We are the Champions.]
It started as the small freighter was settling near the estate. “Bump, Bump, Thump ... Bump, Bump, Thump,” pounding over the ship’s speakers.
I recognized the beat almost immediately, shivering as my body was quickly covered in goose bumps. It was one of the two best-known songs in the world for playing at sporting events and championships for centuries. The other song, the companion to this one, was usually reserved for actual championship teams. Teams that adopted this song for a season or two usually had a much better record.
Many times, I had been one of the fans serenading my team with the same rhythm and song. I had borne witness to the magic of the song’s primal beat, watching as it transferred the energy from an excited crowd to the flagging players on the field.
“Bump, Bump, Thump.”
“What’s that?” Sven asked nervously.
“We’re about to get rocked,” I answered cryptically, grinning.
Now it was my turn to receive the energy transfer. The lethargy that had built up while we fished was gone. I could feel the excitement and the energy coursing through my body, and I was still stunned when I opened the hatch.
“Bump, Bump, Thump.”
The noise practically knocked us backwards into the ship. The androids were at the back of the crowd and were the ones creating and broadcasting the beat, and eventually the words.
“Bump, Bump, Thump.” We were stunned looking out over the huge crowd.
Buddy you’re a boy make a big noise
Playin’ in the street gonna be a big man
someday.
The Bumblebee pilots were in the front row in tri-color uniforms. Even Kateryna was there, right in the middle, in a soft, partially reclined chair. The left half of their uniform was black and the right half was UN blue. They wore a yellow sash around their waist and a yellow beret with an insignia on it that I assumed was a bumblebee.
You got mud on yo’ face,
You big disgrace,
Kickin’ your can all over the place.
Gwen and her troops were also in the front rows in their new uniforms: two tone, UN blue over black. The blue ran diagonally from the right shoulder to the left hip, topped with a black beret.
We will we will rock you
We will we will rock you
The Legion forces were in the next row, with their color scheme the opposite of the Special Forces, topped off by blue berets. Obviously, someone had been making the uniforms on the fly as less than a tenth of them had the new uniforms. As it was, they must have had every available domestic android busy making uniforms.
Buddy you’re a young man hard man
Shoutin’ in the street gonna take on the world
someday.
Beyond the Legion troops was the rescued crew of the Kashmir in black pants and UN blue shirts.
You got blood on yo’ face,
You big disgrace,
Wavin’ your banner all over the place.
At the mention of a banner, a 100-foot wide banner unfurled above everyone. The background was UN blue with a black field in the middle two-thirds of the banner. Against the black field was a white pirate skeleton with a partially coiled rattlesnake biting the pirate in the ass. The four letters P, I, T, and A were each emblazoned in one corner of the flag.
We will we will rock you
We will we will rock you
Behind the Kashmir’s crew were my women dressed, or undressed in some cases, in whatever they were comfortable wearing.
Buddy you’re an old man poor man
Pleadin’ with your eyes,
Gonna make you some peace someday.
Behind my women were the 500 or so former captives we’d saved who were still here at the base. The electricity in the air had even energized them and helped them forget for a short time, what their life had been like just before today.
You got mud on your face,
Big disgrace,
Somebody betta put you back into your place
Behind everyone was well in excess of 5,000 androids. It was there that the music was coming from as every one of them was broadcasting the song while the troops and women sang:
We will we will rock you.
We will we will rock you.
We will we will rock you.
We will we will rock you.
When it stopped suddenly, I almost had to take a step forward to catch my balance. It was like bracing yourself against a 50 mph headwind and then having the wind suddenly stop. Everyone was looking up at us expectantly so I stepped forward and motioned my pilot over, waiting several seconds while a number of androids repositioned themselves around the audience to act as amplifiers.
“I take it somebody blabbed,” I joked, looking from Stan to Gwen; both had huge grins on their faces. “Since everyone’s obviously heard the news, let me introduce someone I’m sure you all recognize, Sven Knutsson, Secretary General of the United Nations.”
Still stunned but ever the consummate politician, Sven stepped forward, waving and acknowledging their raucous applause and cheers. “You have just taken the first baby steps of an ambitious project, one I have wanted to tackle since even before I was appointed as an ambassador to the UN. The trafficking in human suffering has been a stain on the integrity of our society and our governments for too long. Thanks to Dr. Miller, we finally have the upper hand in technology and are able to do something about it. To that end, I would like to swear in all of the troops here tonight and Dr. Miller. If you will, each raise your right hand:
“Do you solemnly swear to uphold and defend the laws and charter of the United Nations and protect her from all enemies, and do you swear to conduct yourself in accordance with the tenets established and recognized by the UN Military Tribunal?”
“We swear,” everyone answered in unison. I noticed that even my women and most of the former slaves swore themselves in, and two androids helped Kateryna stand for the ceremony.
“Then I hereby formally acknowledge each of you as a sworn soldier of Taskforce PITA, a private army operating under the auspices of the UN. You are charged with ferreting out and defeating those who traffic illegally in sexual and other forms of slavery, and those who use their power, position, or other influence to help them.
“As a private army, everything belonging to those you defeat and capture, and who are convicted becomes your property, including, regrettably, their property that comes in the form of human beings. As a military force of the UN, you will be exempted from restrictions on the size of your private military force and restrictions on the number of consorts and slaves you may own. Officers of this command will have primary authority in any operation that might include other UN military personnel, regardless of relative rank.
“I want to thank each of you for your enthusiastic acceptance of the agreement reached earlier this evening. I understand that many of you are here instead of still with the UN Military because of the political climate there. I wish to apologize for the things that made you uncomfortable, and hope that your presence and accomplishments here will make the people who chased you out regret their actions and possibly re-think their biases. Thank you and I mean it sincerely when I say God bless each of you and good luck.”
He stepped back next to me amid the thunderous applause. I looked at Johann. “Do you want to add anything?” I asked. He nodded, so I stepped forward and introduced him. “Folks, our other guest tonight is someone many of you may not recognize. I’d like to present Johann von Reinhard, a Swiss judge who is also the Head Judge of the World Court.”
Johann stood quietly, waiting and thinking while the applause died down. “I’m betting that many of you have personally heard or heard about some of the ‘hypothetical’ questions Dr. Miller and I have discussed today. It can be difficult in the day-to-day world to live your life in strict accordance with all of the laws. There are UN laws, Economic Union laws, and laws particular with each country, state, and locale. While your burden from those laws has been lightened somewhat by coming under the umbrella of the UN, adherence to the UN laws and rules of conduct just became more critical. You will be expected to be an example for others. In courtrooms being set up even now, your actions will be reviewed every day by the 15 justices of the World Court, a scrutiny no other military force in history has ever had to withstand.
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