Chapter 25

One of the reporters asked if there was any way some of them could tour the base and talk to some of the workers and captives. When I looked at Sven, Johann, my wives, and all of my leaders, they just shrugged. I quickly commed James and asked him to get the word out that there would be 50 reporters and their video person arriving at the base in about half an hour. Anyone not wanting to be interviewed should wear a red armband. Anyone that didn’t want to appear on the news, even in a background shot, should stay inside for a couple of hours. I relayed this info to the reporters, explaining that anyone who approached someone with a red armband would be immediately and forcibly escorted off the base. I expected all of them to be considerate of the former captives since they’d already been through hell and might not be ready to talk about the experience yet, if ever.

Our armed android escort literally had to push the other reporters, who were shouting more questions as we passed by them in the hallway, so that we could leave. They obviously heard me offer to take the 50 to the base and wanted in on the action, too. The only action they got was backwards. Twenty minutes later, everyone was onboard Mere’s Bumblebee. They had been surprised that our captain looked so young, and even more surprised to learn that she was as young as she looked. That instantly brought requests for interviews, which, after checking with me, she agreed to after we were at the base and after her ship had been properly prepared to take off again. Johann left on a separate ship bound for St. Petersburg.

Mere laughed when she told me that there were about 300 shuttles trying to follow us as we departed the UN rooftop. “UN Control this is PS BB two-zero-niner-one departing. Transponder activated. Using vector two-fiver-three to altitude nine-seven thousand before cloaking and deactivating transponder,” Mere reported.

“Roger, Bumblebee two-zero-niner-one. Confirm vector two-fiver-three to altitude nine-seven thousand before blink-out. It’s been an honor,” UN control replied.

We talked with the reporters on the trip to the base, answering dozens of questions, including what the odd-looking ship we were in was, and then why was it called a Bumblebee. I let Kateryna answer those questions since she had claimed my lap as her seat for the trip back. I noticed several of the reporters watching my wives for their reaction, at least until Vonna noticed too and came over and gave Kateryna a kiss. Naturally, that brought up questions about sex with someone other than my wives. At least the reporter that asked did so politely, not trying to create salacious news. Renee got the job of explaining everything, even about the green necklaces.

Joking, a female reporter commented that there probably weren’t many of the green necklaces in circulation. Renee agreed, saying they had only given out about 9,000 of them so far to women at the base that had asked for them. Every one of the women from the base that was currently aboard the ship pulled theirs out. The reporters were stunned when Sven’s wife showed them hers, even coming over from next to Sven and sharing my lap with Kateryna. She verified what Renee had told them and said that she personally knew dozens of women at the base that were just trying to work up the courage to ask me. They all knew I wouldn’t ever initiate sex with a woman that wasn’t part of what everyone kiddingly called my harem, and that every woman in that group was held in the highest esteem by the rest of the women at the base.

The reporters ooohed and aaahed when we broke through the base’s shield and we finally allowed them to watch our approach to the base from the south. As I watched, I realized that I barely recognized the base anymore. Gone were the desert flora and the sand. The only thing below us was miles and miles of lush, green agricultural fields. The low hills had been completely flattened and the bigger hills had been lowered. Even the mountains were green from the coffee plants and sundry terraced crops. All of the lakes were larger than they had been originally and there were many more of them. Even the telltale configuration of the ancient runways had been replaced at both bases by the huge tarmac to hold all our ships.

During the trip, I had assigned each reporter/camera team one of the armed android guards to guide them around the base, to answer questions, and to make sure that my rules for talking with people at the base were followed.

I noticed that someone had been thinking quickly when we got to the base. The New Mexico and US flags were both down, and the sign on one of the hangars that had said White Sands Air Base now read Omega Base. When I asked later, James told me that the one at Holloman said PITA Base. I also noticed that most of the women were going about their everyday lives. Only a handful had not wanted to appear, and had chosen to vacate the base in favor of my place in town to allow the reporters access to the entire base.

Right before we landed it appeared that life was going on as normal at the base. We saw a group of women exiting a church, groups of women playing at each of the sports fields and swimming or sunning at the pools we passed over. There were also women at the various “fast food” stations around the base. Most were dressed a little more than usual, but there was still plenty of flesh to view, including several women still completely nude, something I’d pretty much gotten used to seeing every day. I still enjoyed the view; I just wasn’t surprised anymore.

We invited the reporters to join us for lunch and several did. Most, though, were too interested in beginning their exploration and interviews. I was amazed at not seeing even one red armband and commed James to make sure word had gotten out. He assured me that it had. The handful of reporters that accompanied us to lunch were treated to lunch with the loquacious Li. They laughed and scribbled notes as quickly as they could to get down all of the stories she regaled them with, and there were plenty of gasps and tears when she told about her brief stay at the pirate base.

When we excused ourselves to tend to personal business, Li cracked them all up again explaining that it meant we were going to the bedroom. Sven and Sofie joined us as we celebrated Renee’s appointment and Sven and I double-teamed her and drove her to several screaming orgasms before she collapsed, sated. Next, we pleasured Sofie, and then each of my other wives and harem members that were present until we all collapsed in a tangled heap.

I snuck out of bed a little while later and went into the main room to watch the proceedings of the Constitutional Convention in Russia. I was surprised to find Johann still addressing the delegates, let alone in Russian. I knew he was proficient in several languages, but that one surprised me. Nana and Li came into the room, having finally escaped the reporters. Seeing me naked and alone, Nana took advantage of the opportunity, stripped, climbed in my lap, guiding my resurrected cock into her wet heat and taking her pleasure. When she was close, Li surprised her by pressing one of the anal vibrators into her backside, sending her into throes of ecstasy. Li cleaned me up when Nana rolled off, Li’s Cheshire cat grin apparent even with my cock filling her tiny mouth.

Sven wandered out of the bedroom a few minutes later while I was still watching the ending of the first day of the convention. “Oh, good, you’re still here. Will you be here for a while?” he asked. When I said I would, he had a quick conversation with someone named Gretchen on his com unit and told her to come on over.

“Mike, Gretchen’s my granddaughter. She was relocated here when our extended families were moved. She and I have a longstanding agreement that she doesn’t tell about anything she learns because of our relationship, which includes everything that’s happened here on the base for the last ten days. She’s one of the reporters you brought to the base today, and wants you to look at the journal she’s made of the last ten days hoping she can get permission to publish it.

“She works for the Washington Insider and usually reports on national politics there. When she was relocated here, she stopped working and told her publisher that she was probably going to be in the middle of a big story, but couldn’t tell him anything because she had no idea what was going on yet, not even where she’d be, what it involved, or how long it might be. He approved it, but he’s dying to find out what she’s got. Even though we told the world about everything today, she still wants your permission to use it since she got the information while she was living here, and not the same way as the other reporters.”

There was a knock on the door and Li ran over and got it. “She’s definitely your granddaughter,” I commented.

I was looking at a younger version of Sofie, another Nordic goddess slightly younger than I was. I rose to meet her and reached to shake her hand. She was having none of that and pulled me over and grabbed and kissed me. Boy did she kiss me, practically giving me a vertical lap dance while she did.

“Wow!” I gasped.

“Bedroom’s over there,” Sven chuckled at his granddaughter’s antics. “Just don’t wake your grandmother,” he added. I could see the wheels turning in her head and had the distinct feeling that I would end up in a grandmother-granddaughter sandwich very soon.

She handed me a data cube. “I hope to get your permission to send this to my publisher. It’s a detailed account of everything that’s happened here for the last ten days. Everything is common knowledge among all of the women here and I don’t think I’ve included anything that’s supposed to be secret, including what the base is or where it is. What’s that?” she asked, seeing Johann on the screen.

“The first day of the constitutional convention finishing up in Russia right now,” I explained. Her eyes got as big as saucers.

“Can I watch it?” she asked eagerly.

“It’s in Russian,” I explained.

“I took Russian. I always hoped that if I did a good enough job with the assignments they gave me, that if Russia ever opened up, I could get the job over there to tell the story,” she gushed.

“Call your editor. Tell him you’ll be sending a detailed inside report on what happened at Omega Base for the last ten days in a little while, and then you’ve been invited to be the first outside reporter in Russia.”

She knocked me halfway over when she jumped on me hugging me and squealing thank yous. The only thing that kept me from going ass over teakettle was that I was knocked into Sven. While she called her boss, still lying on top of me, Sven was laughing.

“Hope you’ve got some energy left buddy, looks like you’re going to need it.”

While she talked excitedly with her editor, I began perusing her journal. It started with a narration about the mysterious late night, clandestine move to the base and getting settled in. Nobody seemed to know what was happening, but all the World Court Judges were here too. She recognized me when she saw me talking with Sven and Johann, and knew something was up.

Seeing the warships at the base, she stayed behind when everyone else left to find housing, and mingled with several women she met. She discovered they had been rescued from a pirate base, and they thought the warships were planning more raids against the pirates. She’d been in the crowd that night when Sven swore everyone in.

There were pictures of the swearing in ceremony. Sven got her quite a few pictures from android capture of the ceremony and many other events. She heard about what I’d done to Rasheed Shareef at the duel earlier in the day and had pictures of that. The next day she saw even more women at the base and found out that we’d raided more pirate bases. That night she waited with everyone else outside the hospital, praying for Li, and celebrated with them in the morning when it was announced that she’d be okay. She had watched the recording of me carrying Li out of the house at the pirate base and onboard the hospital ship, and from the ship to the hospital. She had a picture of me carrying Li’s limp form towards the hospital ship.

There was also a picture of the face of the pirate I sliced and diced, screwed up in agony, mouth open, screaming, and a fairly detailed description of what I did to him.

She had pictures of our ships returning from raids, and butterflies helping women off the ships and to their new home. There were pictures of the new courts the Judges were using and a couple pictures of some of the trials. She had pictures and descriptions of the women executing their former captors and of the Black Widows training in full uniform. It took a series of pictures to show the armada that left for the estate raids, and there were pictures of the former captives debarking from the returning ships. There were even pictures of Li riding on the shoulders of her android looking for more children, and one of her handing a flower to a young girl only slightly older than she was. The exhaustion and determination were both clearly visible on her face. There was even a picture of Sven’s wife helping the women.

The even bigger armada that left for Russia was pictured in a short video clip, as were the first of the women and children we rescued when they arrived at the base. The pictures and story of the women that had insisted on being armed and trained for the day we attacked Russia elicited a couple of tears. It was clear that all of her information came from the captives, and not from any of our military people. I noticed that she had purposely omitted some details of the battles that the captives would have told her, preserving our secrets, and purposely failing to mention that many of the troops visible in the photos were androids.

“Outstanding writing, I approve,” I told her. I think you should add one more thing, though,” I told her, quickly sifting through the video files I accessed on my computer. I downloaded a picture of Sven, Johann, and I rolling on the floor laughing when I explained what PITA stood for. “You should tell them what PITA stands for,” I suggested.

“That would sound disrespectful,” she protested.

“Tell them that I suggested it, then,” I countered.

While she incorporated the short video and the explanation into her story, including recording the explanation in the right place, I sifted through some more video files and pulled out several more pictures. Handing her a data cube I told her that she should send these pictures, also. She gasped when she saw the pictures and descriptions. There were over 200 pictures of the heaviest fighting in Russia, all clearly showing the FRA troops doing the fighting. “Holy shit,” she gasped when she read the blurb I’d included with the picture of the anti-matter missiles, and of the warheads when they had been safely removed.

“Is that one of the colony ships?” she asked, pointing to one of the latter pictures. I nodded. The final pictures were of Gennady Gregorovich, military commander and currently martial law governor in his FRA uniform, and one of Valentina Petrachkov. It was her official portrait as interim President of Russia.

“Thank you,” she said tearfully, spending a few seconds rewriting each of my descriptions before she transmitted the whole thing. “You do realize that you’re in serious trouble tonight, don’t you?” she asked me as she pulled her green necklace out from under her blouse.

“You’ll have help,” I teased her.

“Maybe I should just ravish you right now,” she threatened.

“Do you see anyone stopping her?” I asked Sven. Her clothes were off in seconds as she was quickly as naked as I’d been the whole time. “Floor, couch, or crowded bed?” I asked.

“Crowded bed sounds pretty kinky,” she answered in a sultry voice.

I laid her in the empty space I’d left when I got up and started on her, kissing her face. By the time I worked my way down to her sweet pussy, several women had been there first and Gretchen was nearing her fourth climax. She came, screaming when I buried my cock to the hilt in her anxious pussy, and again a couple of minutes later when I filled it with cum. “Oh ... my ... god,” she gasped afterwards, still trying to catch her breath. Her grandmother was finishing up the job of making sure she was clean, and Vonna was doing the honors for me.

Everyone piled into the shower, including Sven. I was really beginning to love the new suite. Even with so many people in the shower, there was room for more. When we walked into the dining hall, there were disbelieving stares at Gretchen from the other reporters when she walked in, definitely looking like she’d just been well fucked, with her arm around me and her camera girl following close behind.

I noticed several smaller screens in the dining room displaying the broadcast from the Insider just before they interrupted the regular feed, explaining that they just received a story from one of their ace reporters that spent the last ten days at the Omega Base, living and working side by side with the people there. I had them turn on the main screen, and we watched and listened as Gretchen’s recorded voice told her story, complete with the pictures and videos. Gretchen’s picture was superimposed in the bottom corner of the screen. I laughed to see that it was a recent picture, complete with the green necklace.

When the story finished, Gretchen was obviously proud of her scoop. The story on the screen continued as an announcer told how she had simply disappeared for ten days to get this story, having no communication with anyone at her work during that time. “As a thank you for a job well done, Gretchen has been awarded the assignment of her choosing. She is now the first outside reporter in Russia and will be sending us the stories of the valiant battle of the Free Russian Army against the troops of Vladimir Derevenko, as well as the process of rebuilding the government and society there.” The pictures I’d sent her were shown, and the announcer gave the descriptions Gretchen had written. At the end, the announcer simply said “Thank you Gretchen, a job well done ... as usual.”

Gretchen hugged me, tearfully thanking me again. After dinner, I rounded up everyone that would be going to Russia with me. Penny and Danielle were going. I’d unintentionally shut them out for too long. Natasha, Kasey, and Jocelyn were also going, as were Chaquanda and Gretchen. I’d been a little worried that Chaquanda and Gretchen might have professional differences, but I was happy to see them sharing information. Coming along with us for business reasons would be Marco’s sister Dasha and her family. She was assigned to compile an inventory all of operating factories in Russia. I wanted to know how many there were, where they were, what they produced, and what they needed in order to produce it. I also wanted to know the maximum capacity, the current and average production, and the physical condition of the factory.

While she traveled across the country doing that, her husband, Danil, would be traveling with her, inventorying the agriculture and raw materials across the country. I wanted to know how much of what they produced, where, and then what they needed and couldn’t grow enough of. He was also tasked with trying to figure out where terraforming shields would help the most.

I was going to be looking for large expanses of open land to use for agriculture. I was looking specifically for large, open expanses of uninhabited or lightly inhabited territory, an empty palette for Janine to practice her agricultural artistry on. I was also checking out the forests, hoping to plant more acreage in trees, and thin some currently forested areas both to provide a resource in short supply around the world and to make room for younger trees to grow. The latest scans showed that only 20% of the world’s forests were in Russia, down considerably from the 33% a couple of hundred years ago. It was understandable since the people of Russia had to provide everything they needed due to the trade embargo, but I hoped to replant the areas that had been depleted.

MONDAY May 26

Our six shuttles left together, arriving in St. Petersburg 20 minutes later. My mini-harem and I went to our suite. Dasha and Danil, their two young children, and three of the former captives that seemed to have joined their family went to their suite. There was an invisible, armed android for each of us to shield us and act as a bodyguard, as well as four visible bodyguards for each group. I had a Bumblebee hovering above the hotel, scanning everyone and everything that went inside, watching for weapons of any kind as well as checking our semi-permanent shielding over the entire hotel since the entire delegation to the convention was staying here.

Dasha and Danil would be starting their work today. They’d caught a few hours of sleep earlier since they lost ten hours on the trip here and would be starting work in about four hours, beginning in the city and surrounding area. Serena and her cohorts were processing the captured data as quickly as they could, passing it on to them, one province at a time. Janine had already found an ecology buff who specialized in forestry and had assigned her to scan the entire country, mapping the forests. We would compare that scan to scans done 100, 300, and 500 years ago, as well as to estimates of the maximum range of the forested area thousands of years before that to see what areas were best suited for reforestation.

Valentina and Johann met us in the suite. Both looked somewhat beleaguered. “They asked a lot of good questions,” Johann said hopefully. He was leaving for the base since there were still lots of trials going on for the individuals we captured who used their position to help the slavers. While these trials didn’t take much longer that the earlier ones, they were individual trials instead of the group trials they held for the pirates, the estate owners, and everyone working for the estate owners.

Chaquanda and Gretchen commandeered the table in the sitting room and immediately began reviewing the thousands of android data feeds to which I’d given Chaquanda access. Chaquanda informed me that they were going to co-author the biography. She was less interested in the notoriety she’d gain by writing the book than she was in getting it finished and published as quickly as possible, before the unauthorized versions started showing up.

My remaining four haremettes and Valentina dragged me into the bedroom and used me as their plaything until they were sated. Valentina went first so that she could rest afterwards before her second big day. She had arranged it earlier, making sure that I knew her husband approved. He was off searching for distant relatives in and around Bratsk.

I woke up when Valentina did, and we showered together in the small shower that went with the master bedroom of the suite. She told me she was worried that things might get out of hand today. Yesterday, before Johann got there, the women had been arguing about everything, many of them making threats that the area they represented would be ceding from Russia and would be a separate state. “If they do, I will quickly bring them to heel,” I promised. I grinned lasciviously when she asked how. “I will remind them that Russia, and hence all of them, belong to me and what I am able to do if they don’t do what they are there for.” She arched her eyebrows questioningly.

“Are you up for a repeat of last night?” I asked. She nodded, but still didn’t see where I was going. “Would you have any qualms about me bending you over a table in front of them and taking you right there in front of everyone?”

The lights went on and her worried look changed. “God, I hope they act up,” she sighed. “That would be so hot.” She was horny enough from that thought that she bent over invitingly in front of me. Ever the gentleman, I acceded to her request, jack hammering her until I spewed my load deep inside of her.

The girls were still sleeping when we left, but I woke Chaquanda and Gretchen in time to shower and eat so they could go with us. The others would catch up with us when they woke up.

The undercurrent of dissent was almost a tidal wave when Valentina took the stage and walked to the podium. It stopped long enough for her to announce that discussion would begin today on the framework for the new constitution. That was about it before one of the women stood and announced that her state no longer wished to be a part of Russia and would be forming their own country. Several others voiced similar sentiments and then pandemonium broke out. I uncloaked and walked to the podium. Even shouting at them didn’t get their attention, so I had one of the androids whistle loudly. That didn’t even slow them down. Finally, thoroughly disgusted, I had the same android mimic the sound of gunfire. The arguing stopped as the women dove for the nearest cover, only looking up to see where the shots had come from after they stopped.

Seeing me standing, furious, at the front of the room, and with no sign of guns anywhere, they sheepishly crawled out from under the tables and took their seats. I let them stew in the silence as I looked, angrily, from face to face until I’d personally glared at each of them.

“My goal, when I organized this convention, was to have the mothers of Mother Russia organize the government and write the laws to keep the country strong while protecting all of her citizens. It seems that maybe the women here aren’t capable of that. Perhaps I should let the men do it.” A couple of small voices protested but I quickly cut them off with a withering glare.

“I had intended to turn everything over to the central government and let them decide how best to use it to repair hundreds of years of damage and neglect. I have changed my mind. I will now keep everything for myself. If you can reach a satisfactory agreement in 30 days on forming a government and writing the basic laws, I will allow you to rule the country for me for five years to prove that you are capable of it. If you don’t finish in 30 days, I still have Derevenko’s son in prison and I am sure he could run the country for me.”

“You wouldn’t,” one of the women challenged.

“Really?” I asked in a menacing tone. I pulled Valentina to me. “Strip,” I ordered her. She had to turn her back to the assembly to keep them from seeing the smile she couldn’t suppress. One of the women began moving towards the stage. “Unless you’re volunteering to be next, sit down,” I barked. She hesitated, and slowly sat back down.

When Valentina was completely nude, I had her kneel and suck my cock. “I love the feel of a woman’s naked body and the pleasurable things she can do to me with it,” I told them as Valentina sucked. When I was fully erect, I pulled her to her feet and bent her over the table in front of me. She was definitely excited by this and was so wet I slid right in. As I pounded her from behind, I spoke to the delegates.

“I will broker no talk of seceding from the country. As part of the constitution, I want it expressed that any state wishing to secede from the country must wait until the 10th anniversary of the constitution’s ratification to begin discussion of such an act. If you manage to get most of the work done in 30 days, and I feel that you have worked diligently, I may grant a short extension to your deliberations. Otherwise, on day 31, each of you will be taken to my bedroom for my amusement. Do I make myself clear?”

Every head nodded, fearfully, still watching me jackhammer their chairwoman. Even with my speech, I was getting close. Valentina had been concentrating on gripping my cock using her internal muscles. I reached around and massaged her clit with a finger while I slid a finger from the other hand past her anal pucker. The delegates all jumped when she screamed her orgasm. I grunted, pumping yet another load of jism into her womanhood.

When I finished, I helped her stand and hugged her to me. “Good show,” I whispered.

“Good fuck,” she whispered back. “That was the hottest I’ve ever been,” she admitted.

The delegates were unsure what was happening as we kissed and smiled and talked quietly to each other. As she began dressing, I addressed the delegates who were fidgeting nervously in their chairs.

“Ladies, please relax. You have my word that nobody will hurt you. What you just witnessed was, in fact, planned this morning while Valentina and I voluntarily shared an intimate shower. She was worried that the convention would erupt into chaos like it did. I wanted to remind each of you that you are only a very few days removed from a time when something like that could have easily happened to you, or your family members.

“I apologize to any of you who were forced to relive a painful memory just now. That was not my intention. My intention was to remind you that you are here for a much bigger reason than your petty squabbles of this morning. I was serious when I said that Russia would remain unified for ten years. I was also serious about expecting most of the work to be finished in 30 days, although I would simply have an equivalent number of men appointed to do the job if you can’t or won’t. Personally, though, I feel that the women and children of Russia will be better served if you write the laws.”