Chapter 26

I commed the Cairo carbon fiber factory and was surprised when I got my tiny Tiffany. She explained that since she just received her MBA, Renee had asked her to run the plant. When we acquired four more carbon fiber factories, she took over operation of all five, either putting a competent woman in charge that had worked there as a slave or letting one of the former captives from the base with a business background run the plant while she supervised. There were also at least two former captives at each plant with a material engineering or similar background keeping an eye on what they produced. One of the women actually had an idea that allowed the Class K carbon fiber to be manufactured cheaper while making it stronger. I asked Tiffany to concentrate mainly on production of 1/8 inch Class K Type V carbon fiber to use for housing in Russia and to rebuild Alamogordo.

“Have I been ignoring you or have you been ignoring me?” I asked her. She gifted me with one of her delightful giggles.

“Neither, we’ve both been very busy,” she admitted, adding “something I intend to rectify in the very near future. The look-alike android of you that Bree sent me is nice, but it’s just not the same,” she laughed. I wondered just how many of “me” there were out there.

With the time difference, we arrived in Bratsk just after 2 p.m. I could see the remnants of the lunch I’d asked to have served. The domestics were cleaning up the lunch remains and getting ready for dinner at the same time. Evidently, the move was done already. Anton, leader of the android moving crew explained that these people didn’t have much in the way of belongings. He said they were in awe of the apartments. They knew nothing about fusion-powered housing.

Their communication equipment was mostly old-fashioned telephones, and most couldn’t afford a computer. They couldn’t believe that I’d furnished their apartments with all of those. The grandmother from yesterday made a beeline for me and gave me a kiss on the cheek.

“Thank you. I still wasn’t sure if I should dare believe you last night. Now I know that you are a man of your word.”

I had to use the androids to amplify my voice over the crowd. Even though the food was gone, the party atmosphere continued. After receiving assurances from everyone that there was nothing left in the buildings, I had them shielded to prevent anyone from entering the area, and had one last scan done to make sure nobody was in there.

The scan showed a single person, alive but in bad shape in the basement of a building a block from us. I called for an ambulance shuttle and a hospital ship, and ran to the building with several androids following me. Actually, after three or four strides, I was chasing after them, watching them get farther ahead with every step I took. A grav skid whizzed by me and disappeared into the building, reappearing just as I reached the front door. It carried a boy appearing to be perhaps ten. The android acting as the medi-doc said he was malnourished, but nothing else was wrong. My haremettes had finally caught up to me, as well as several of the men who were anxious to make sure it wasn’t someone they knew.

One man spat on the ground. “Pigs,” he said angrily. He was hesitant to speak up when I asked what he meant, but a woman that had just arrived wasn’t so reticent.

“He means that the city officials eat more food every day than many of us eat in a week. Often, the scraps we glean from their trash are more than we are able to buy from the stores,” she accused.

I commed Marco, asking him if he’d heard of this problem. He replied that he’d heard of the problem in the larger cities where Derevenko had an outpost or a base, but nowhere else. Everywhere else seemed to have barely enough or almost enough. That made sense when I thought about it. The city government in the larger cities and cities where there had been a base would be people beholding to Derevenko, and would likely be selfish pigs like he was. I asked Marco to work with Gennady and get a list of city officials in those cities. I wanted their homes scanned to see if they had any caches of weapons, or anything that looked like sex slaves. If so, I wanted the homes raided after everyone was knocked out, and the guilty families arrested. For now, we’d keep them locked up at the base. Eventually, we’d let them face justice back here.

The medi-doc said that the boy was going to be okay. The IV they gave him was loaded with glucose, glycogen, and dosed heavily with vitamins and he’d be better in a couple of hours. A couple of the mothers offered to watch him, so I had them and the medi-doc escort the boy back to the party. On the way, the men wanted to know how my workers could run so fast. “Busted,” I thought to myself, and explained that they were androids. The men looked at me as if I was crazy, one man doing a reasonable imitation of the way most androids walked. I had to actually turn one of them off and open him up to convince them.

“These are my special androids. They can do anything a person can do, and much more. Soon, many of the type you know about will come here to help build. My special androids usually work as police, soldiers, doctors, or supervisors. More than half of my troops that helped the FRA were androids, and the pilots of my 10,000 ships were androids.”

“How does one man get such a big army?” one of the men asked suspiciously. I explained that we started by attacking one pirate base at a time, converting their ships, and we grew from there. We also captured, intact, all of Derevenko’s 300 ships and 3,000 fighters. The ships had been captured and shielded seconds before the attack started. Many of the fighters were inside those ships. The rest of the fighters were in bunkers we had shielded to prevent the fighters from launching. When Derevenko’s troops couldn’t even get the blast doors open ... Serena saw to that ... they quickly abandoned the fighters and turned to handheld weapons. Of course, we had shielded or destroyed more than half their handheld weapons and ammunition, too, and what survived our attack was being salvaged even now for use by the new Russian military and police forces. Teams were digging through the remains of the military bases and recovering computers and weapons. When they finished each dig, the bodies of Derevenko’s minions were tossed back into the depths of the destruction and covered with rubble. I had thought about taking DNA samples, but didn’t think the mothers of any of those troops would really want to know that their sons had fought and died for their enemy.

By the time I finished explaining about the androids, we had arrived back at the celebration site. A dozen large cold-fusion barbecues were heating up to cook dinner on. Sven had encouraged me to get one of these for my fishing campsite since they didn’t pollute the air nearly as much as the wood fire I usually used to cook the fish.

By now, the boy was beginning to stir so I went over to talk with him. He only ate a small bit of the plateful of fruit I gave him. When I asked why, he admitted that he wanted to take the rest back to his family. He was hesitant to say much more at first, but finally admitted that they were hiding. The family found out that one of Derevenko’s men was going to take his sister to be a toy for himself and the family had fled with no more than the clothes on their back and what little food they could carry. He’d been out looking unsuccessfully for food and was too exhausted to make it back. Reluctantly, he agreed to show me where they were after I told him we would give them a place to stay and plenty of food.

On the trip to where his family was hiding, I called for an ambulance and medi-docs to meet us there, then commed Natalia and asked if she could find one of her ladies that spoke Russian and have them meet me in Bratsk. I needed to provision a family with clothing, furniture, and everything else they’d need. She agreed, and signed off just as we got to the most dilapidated building I’d seen yet.

We found his family ... and several others ... hiding in the basement of the building, huddled near a small wood fire in the center of the basement. Realizing they couldn’t get past us, the men took a defensive posture while the women and children huddled, crying, behind them. Natasha and the boy approached, promising that we weren’t here to hurt them. When they heard that Derevenko was dead, their mood lightened considerably. I had the girls bring the food from my shuttle down to them. Then I offered everyone an apartment to live in if they wanted it, telling them I would provide jobs for the men that needed them.

“How many of our daughters do you intend to take as payment for your generosity?” one woman asked acerbically, spitting out the word “generosity.” I started to answer, but Natasha cut in, explaining that every one of the women with me was there because she had asked to be with me, and that they were all free to leave if they wanted. She explained about my agreement to be the declared father for her cousin’s baby and told them after Valya had found a new boyfriend, what I planned to do for Valya and Julio if they got married. She also told them how I reacted after all of my wives and harem went to the sex party without me.

All seven families finally agreed to come with us, and I called for more shuttles. I also commed Natalia and let her know that we now had eight families in need of everything and would probably have even more tomorrow. I suggested furnishing 200 of the apartments, and using a couple apartments to store clothing for any new arrivals, a couple more to store other things like cooking utensils and sundries, and several to keep furniture in. I also wanted one of the refrigerated storage units set up next to the building and filled with meat, fruit, vegetables, and dairy products and two more storage units with non-perishable foods. The new people gasped when the shuttles arrived to transport us. I warned the domestics that were preparing dinner that we had about forty more guests that would need something to snack on as soon as we got there.

The aroma of food cooking on the barbecues assaulted me when I stepped out of the shuttle. It made my stomach growl, and I truly felt sorry for the new arrivals. There were, however, numerous platters of finger-food ready for them, and the platters emptied rapidly. Natasha seemed to have made some new friends. The boy we rescued followed her around like a lovesick puppy, and his two sisters and two dozen other kids ranging from toddlers to teens chatted excitedly with her. Some of the people who had already moved in showed the new adults the vacant apartments, proudly explaining everything to them.

Several of the men that just arrived came back out protesting that they couldn’t afford such luxurious homes. I explained patiently that their rent would be no more than they had paid before, and that I had jobs for them if they were interested. They were interested, and I explained that I wanted them to divide the city up into grids and search every building to find any other people that were hiding or that just didn’t have a place to stay. I would provide them with shuttles to go to the places they needed to search, and to bring back anyone they found who wanted to come with them. I would also have androids that could scan the area and let them know where people were living and hiding.

As much as I wanted to help everyone, though, anyone that didn’t want to leave was to be allowed to remain, undisturbed. I did suggest that they offer them food, clothing, supplies, or anything else they might need, and give them directions how to get here in case they changed their minds. When they finished in Bratsk, I wanted each of them to set up a similar group in the other cities across Russia where Derevenko had military bases. I knew that time was critical since many of the families didn’t have enough food.

The mother of the boy we saved came over after dinner with her bashful older daughter. I could see why Derevenko’s man had wanted the daughter. She was a seventeen-year-old wet dream with an innocent look about her that could drive any man crazy. The mother introduced herself as Darya Kozlov, and her daughter was Lidiya. Darya explained that she and her family felt that since I had saved not only their son’s life, but all of their lives, it was only fair that their daughter go with me.

“You are a kind man and I know that you will be good to her,” she said emotionally.

I kissed the mother on the cheek, and gave the daughter a light kiss on the lips, one that made her blush deeply. Then I explained to them that I would never accept a person as payment for any perceived debt, nor would I ever accept a woman that didn’t want to be with me enough to ask me straight out. I explained that I had done what I did because it was the right thing to do, not because I wanted or expected anything in return.

“That is what Natasha said you would say, but I didn’t believe it,” Darya admitted. She looked at her daughter and asked “Well?” Blushing even deeper than she had when I kissed her, Lidiya busily studied the ground beneath her feet.

I finally felt sorry enough for her to let her off the hook. “Lidiya, it’s not necessary for you to visit my bedroom to be with your friend Natasha. Why don’t you just visit with us as Natasha’s friend? We have plenty of extra rooms for you to use. See what our life is like. It will be far different from anything you might imagine. If you stay, I will expect you to either go to school or find work. I would also hope that you would learn English to make it easier to communicate with everyone. Does that sound fair?”

Lidiya nodded and finally glanced up at me. I knew right then that she would be in my bed soon. The desire burning in her eyes was hot enough that we could have barbecued with it. I took her hands gently in mine when she started to look away again. “I promise I don’t bite,” I told her, grinning. She watched as I drew her hand to my mouth to kiss it, changing at the last second and gently closing my teeth around a finger. “Unless you want me to,” I teased. She moaned involuntarily, her eyes riveted to her finger that was still in my mouth. I thought seriously about running my tongue around her finger, but decided that would be taking unfair advantage of a completely inexperienced girl. Instead, I simply kissed the back of her hand. “Welcome,” I said quietly.

“Thank you,” she practically whispered.

“I can see why Derevenko’s man was interested in your daughter. She is exceptionally beautiful,” I told Darya. “Just like her mother,” I added. Now it was Darya’s turn to blush. “It’s said that if you want to know what a woman will look like in twenty years, look at her mother. Lidiya’s husband will be a very lucky man,” I told her.

“And I can see how you keep so many women happy,” she retorted, her blush deepening.

“I have spoken nothing but the truth,” I replied, causing her to blush further yet.

“I should go find my husband,” she suggested, walking away with an exaggerated sway to her hips. I had a feeling her husband would be getting lucky tonight. The scent of her arousal was even stronger than her daughter’s was.

“Did you get enough to eat?” I asked Lidiya.

“Oh, yes. I ate so much that I feel like my stomach will explode. I ate more tonight than I’ve eaten for the last week,” she gushed, obviously very happy.

I had one of the bodyguards hook a com unit up so that he could communicate with her the same way James does with me. All he had to do was think what he wanted to say to transmit it, and she could hear it on her com unit. That way, he could provide a running translation if necessary, without having to speak aloud. She told me later that the android could even translate what people were saying in their own voice so that she could follow who was saying what. I also realized that it would work for the girls in my harem, so I had each of their bodyguards do the same thing, translating from Russian whenever it was being spoken around them.

The girls liked Lidiya immediately, but had to slow down a little when they spoke to let the android translate for her. I asked Natasha to take Lidiya to the estate to let her look around and to meet my wives and the rest of the harem. Gretchen was talking with some of the new arrivals and was scribbling notes like crazy as she did. Poor Chaquanda looked sort of lost so I got her bodyguard set up to translate for her, too. Natasha kissed me goodbye, reminding me to save some energy for our visitors tonight. I was caught by surprise when Lidiya initiated a kiss. I made sure to give her a thorough and proper kiss, and by the time we were finished, I could see her thinking about asking me to do her right then. I could smell that her arousal was much higher that the last time I kissed her.

Eilina’s arrival created quite a stir. She dropped the refrigerated cargo container near the housing units, using the cargo ship like a crane while the construction androids guided it into place. Two more containers full of food followed the first. When she landed the people gasped when they saw that the rest of the ship was full of 1X grav sleds filled with goods. I let everyone know that they only has to ask if they needed something, that we were furnishing 200 apartments in anticipation of finding many more families that had nothing but the clothes they were wearing. I told them to feel free to use what they needed from the refrigerated storage container.

I was curious what was going on when the construction androids went back into the ship and brought out several sheets of carbon fiber. Half an hour later, they finished putting together a simple barn-like structure over the cargo containers to enclose them. One door in the front allowed access to the inside of the barn. Eilina explained that Natalia said we’d need all the apartments sooner than I thought. This way, the extra furniture and goods were near the food, in one place, and out of the way.

Before we left, I reminded everyone again to use anything they needed. I also told them to share with anyone that obviously needed help, even if they didn’t move in. Some of the men had business experience and I left it to them to figure out how to keep track of what was there and to let us know when they needed more food or supplies. I instructed the androids to make sure the men had com numbers for someone at the base who spoke Russian so they could call to re-order. My last act was to have the domestics pass out a tall glass of Vodka to the adults, and a much smaller one to the older kids. “Ladies and gentlemen, I propose a toast to a free Russia,” I exclaimed loud enough for everyone to hear.

“Free Russia!” they all shouted back enthusiastically before quaffing the Vodka. They were still cheering as we boarded our shuttle and left for St. Petersburg.

I spent the brief trip back to St. Petersburg thinking about the last few days. We had accomplished a lot, and had begun the rebuilding process for a country that seemed almost suspended in time for more than two centuries. Millions of people were looking at significantly better lives, not to mention the fact that the world was now a safer place for women in general. As good as I felt having accomplished what we had, inside I felt restless.

By the time we landed, I realized that I had been pushing myself for weeks now to operate in a part of the world I didn’t enjoy. I was a world leader now, like it or not. I owned the physically largest country in the world and was responsible for more than 90 million people. The girls sensed my mood shift when we landed because I didn’t tease them about anything. I told them about my restlessness, explaining that I’d never been comfortable in leadership positions, preferring to spend my time in my lab unlocking the secrets of the universe. I commed Jeff, Stan, and Gwen to see if they were available to meet with me. They promised to be here within the hour.

Chaquanda and Gretchen retired to one of the rooms to continue their collaboration while the remaining haremettes dragged me to the bedroom. By the time Gwen stuck her head into the room to let me know they were here, we were all well fucked and I was pretty well defunked.

I explained my quandary to my three military leaders while my partially clothed haremettes lounged against me, and then opened the floor to discussion. “So, what are you asking us?” Gwen wondered aloud.

“You are all used to a leadership or command structure. I guess I’m hoping you can make some good suggestions on how to set one up to deal with most of the day-to-day details of running the base, Russia, and the estates and properties we have around the world,” I sighed.

The discussions were still underway when Valentina and four women from the convention returned. Valentina shooed the younger girls away from me so that the guests could take those seats. They immediately made themselves comfortable, leaning against me like I was their favorite piece of furniture. Dinner arrived while we were still deep in discussion. Again, it was a good thing that someone was thinking ahead, yet another reason someone else needed to be in charge. I began to see that I was too much like some of the scientists I hoped to recruit in Alamogordo for my own comfort.

By the time dinner was over, we had a workable plan, provided everyone involved agreed. Stephanie would assume command of the ground forces; Kateryna would assume command of the naval forces; Stan was assuming command of the exploration and colonization; and Jeff would remain in charge of the Russian military until he felt they were ready to take full command themselves. They would all report to Gwen.

Gennady would remain as Martial Law Governor until the Constitution was written and ratified, at which point Valentina would step in as the interim President, and the convention delegates would be the interim legislature, in whatever form they decided it should be. That left only the job of deciding what was needed in Russia and procuring it, something I felt I could leave in Marco’s capable hands.

Natalia had been nominated to run the Estate and all things civilian. She had already organized the women into an informal and efficient network that dealt with almost everything. The women all knew and respected her already. Everyone else at the base would report to her. She and Gwen would report to me. Beverly had already stepped into Renee’s shoes quite some time ago when Renee got involved with Johann’s project, followed by becoming a judge. Tara was already in charge of all of the finances.

Finally, I asked their opinion about telling the media where Omega Base was. I figured that with some media already at the base, the secret was only good for a few more days, at best. Some reporters thought that we were in the Utah desert. Others placed Omega Base in the Sonoran desert in Mexico. Everyone agreed it was inevitable that someone would figure out where we were, especially if the World Court held to their decision to move to the base. Gwen said that she’d let Garrett know, and they would begin keeping some of our shuttles outside the perimeter of the base watching for unwelcome guests, as well as having a Bumblebee overhead at all times. I looked at Gretchen and Chaquanda. “Don’t you ladies have a deadline to meet or something?” I teased. They were off like a shot.

Valentina adjourned my meeting, and while Gwen, Stan, and Jeff laughed at me, I was ushered to the bedroom. While quite eager, our four guests were a bit on the shy side. Viria was about Renee’s age and was probably the mother of a child or children my age. Ruslana was in her early 20s and while not exactly overweight, was big-boned and quite large for a woman. Zhanna looked to be Valentina’s age, and was quite pretty. Elvira, obviously the youngest, was a plain-looking young woman of eighteen. In keeping with the current sexual climate in Russia, the two older women had only had sex with their former husbands (both deceased). The older of the two single girls had only had sex with one boyfriend who eventually dumped her. The youngest was still a virgin. None had ever been naked in front of more than one other person, and none had ever had sex with a woman before.

To help break the ice, my haremettes undressed me, and then themselves, making quite a spectacle of themselves while they kissed, groped, licked, and otherwise played with each other and me. Then they headed for the shower and left the four women to me. I slowly undressed each one, oldest to youngest, kissing and caressing them as I did. When each woman was naked and thoroughly aroused I lead her to the shower, where the occupants set upon her and pampered her, washing her hair and body, and continuing the kissing and caressing.

Jocelyn got out of the shower to make room when Zhanna was ushered in. She dried off and went out to check on her two lovers.

I did the same with Viria and Ruslana, ushering them to the shower one at a time and leaving them in the capable, albeit wandering hands of my haremettes. Danielle and Kasey each got out when a woman was ushered in, and joined Jocelyn, who had returned to the bedroom and started an all-female orgy. Valentina exited when I personally ushered Elvira into the shower, leaving just Penny to help me with her. A combination of contented sighs and excited moans from Elvira filled the shower while Penny pampered her by washing her hair, and I washed and teased the rest of her body. She moaned loudly and collapsed against me when her first orgasm hit. I had just run a finger between her well lubricated labia and then across her clit.

When she recovered, I sat in the shower and ran my tongue through the cleft of her sex, teasing her clit each time while Penny massaged her breasts and kissed and nibbled her neck. Elvira let herself go, reveling in the sensual feelings coursing through her body, unconcerned about anything except that those feelings continue. She hungrily returned Penny’s tentative kiss, accepting Penny’s tongue into her mouth. Her second orgasm was much stronger than her first and she squealed into Penny’s mouth. It took both of us to hold her up.

“Please,” she almost begged when she was coherent again. “Please take me here. I don’t want my first time to be in front of so many people.” Taking the hint, Penny started to leave but Elvira stopped her. Elvira couldn’t put her desire in words, but the way she looked at Penny, no words were needed. She slid eagerly into Penny’s wet and naked embrace, showing her appreciation by initiating the kiss this time and then raising her hands nervously to Penny’s small breasts.

I renewed my lingual exploration of her womanly furrow, allowing my tongue to drift back and tease her anal pucker. She gasped into Penny’s mouth at the sensation, but didn’t protest. “Please take me now,” she begged. I laid back on the shower floor, glad that it was warm from all the warm water that had flowed over it. Penny straddled my thighs, leaving the seat of honor for Elvira. She guided Elvira into place, parting her labia and guiding the tip of my raging erection to the opening of Elvira’s sex. She gasped when it pressed between her labia. “Yes,” she sighed. “Oh, god,” she whimpered when Penny massaged her clit between a finger and my cock. Penny used her other hand to tease Elvira’s nipples, and kissed and nibbled the back of her neck.

I rubbed the head back and forth, going slowly to make sure I was well lubricated with a combination of our sex oils. She flinched slightly when I pressed against her maidenhead, but continued to urge me on. She even began to get into the rhythm herself, pressing down against my invading member when I thrust gently up into her. Due to her inexperienced and overenthusiastic response, my next thrust not only obliterated her virginity, but also found me fully buried inside her. I froze. She gasped in surprise and then screwed her face up a little at the pain. “Oh, that stung,” she gasped, obviously more intent now on the feeling of having a man buried inside her that on the momentary pain.

“I feel so full, so complete,” she sighed.

Penny had also momentarily stopped her ministrations, but began them again. She also used her body to mimic the movements she wanted Elvira to make, rocking her hips back and forth, and then gyrating her hips while I was still buried inside of her, propellering my cock inside of her.

“Oh, my god,” Elvira gasped at the sensations Penny was helping her create.

Her eyes bugged out when I began slowly pumping in and out of her, a motion she enthusiastically copied. She came a third time, and as tight as she was, the spasming of her pussy set me off, and I blasted my load deep inside of her. Even in the middle of her orgasm, she felt it and her mouth opened in shock as it triggered an even stronger climax. She collapsed back against Penny, gasping. When she finally recovered her senses, she looked down at me.

“Thank you,” she whispered emotionally.

“It is I who thank you for allowing me the honor of being your first,” I countered. Penny helped her roll off me, my limp cock making a slurping noise when it pulled free. Once again, Elvira’s eyes opened in shock when Penny buried her face in Elvira’s crotch and began cleaning the blood-tinged cum from her body. It was at that moment that I nearly panicked, realizing that Elvira didn’t wear a birth control ring.