Chapter 32

I was a bit down in the dumps after having to allow Grbluten to die, but people were starting to wake up, and the morning appeared to be picking up where the night left off. Domestics at the estate and at the housing tower were kept busy all morning delivering meals to rooms so the occupants didn’t have to leave them.

One of me showered with Renee, pampering her in the shower while Justin pampered his two little girls. Another went in to wake Li up since today was a school day. As she frequently did on the mornings I woke her, she pulled me down into bed with her for some sex play. She was quickly on top of me, rubbing her young pussy against my hard-on and fingering her clit while I teased her tiny nipples the way she enjoyed. I could tell by her actions that she was nearing orgasm when she suddenly stopped and looked down at me.

“Daddy?” she asked, almost plaintively. “Can you make my pussy bigger so that I can feel you inside of me? Please?”

“What about your two new boyfriends?” I asked.

“Oh, Daddy, they can still have sex with me. That way, I can have sex with my brothers, again, too,” she argued.

“On one condition,” I cautioned. “You have to spend most of your play time outside playing with other kids your age. The sex is to be limited to one hour a day. You’re still a little girl and need to learn how to have little-girl fun, too.”

“I promise that I’ll try, but the boys might take longer than an hour to finish every night,” she agreed solemnly.

“Fair enough,” I agreed, sending a wave of energy into her tiny body. She shivered at the sensation, and when it finished, her fingers quickly slipped into her slickened slit, exploring.

“Thank you Daddy,” she squealed, deftly raising herself and positioning the head of my cock at her opening. She lowered herself slowly, still nervous that I might not fit. When our coupling was complete, she sighed contentedly and lay forward, hugging me. “Thank you Daddy,” she breathed softly, savoring the sensation of my cock in her pussy. “Even if you didn’t do all those nice things for everyone else, you’d still be the world’s best dad,” she sighed as she began to rock back and forth slowly. After her first orgasm, I rolled her over and fucked her properly, spewing my load into her womanly pussy while she orbited in orgasmic la-la land. I did manage to get her showered, dressed, fed, and to school, barely on time.

I had two unexpected visitors today. Perla stopped by early and asked if my offer extended to anyone besides the former captives. When I assured her that it did, she asked if I would accept her, so I did. I took her on the breakfast table with several of my new fiancées helping to welcome her to the family.

For my second visitor, I was actually the visitor. Dr. Sun asked me to stop by her office. Ten minutes later, I was sitting in her office, feeling quite awkward under her hawk-like stare. “You doing okay?” she asked.

I shrugged. “Maybe a little overwhelmed with everything, but I decided not to rail against the wind. It appears that the quiet, uncomplicated life I hoped for isn’t in the cards, so I decided just to go with the flow,” I told her. At least she wasn’t writing anything.

“You realize that I have to at least talk to you when you start telling people that a voice in your head is telling you to do something,” she explained. I had to chuckle, but “the voice in my head” wasn’t even muted this time. I let Dr. Sun hear my thoughts. Not knowing what I did, she looked around quickly, trying to locate the source of the laughter.

“That’s the voice in my head laughing at us,” I explained, thinking it instead of saying it. Then I explained how the Defenders communicate via some sort of telepathy, so yes, I did frequently have voices in my head.

She finally smiled. “Just making sure that your new powers and responsibilities hadn’t gone to your head,” she smirked.

“How’s Li doing?” she asked. I told her about Li’s progression to sex with the boys, and then about this morning. Damn but she’d make a great poker player. It was impossible to tell how she was reacting unless she wanted you to know. “I know that you’d never hurt her, but you do need to realize that the time will come when she starts thinking of herself as your lover instead of your daughter, and you’ll have to decide what to do about it,” she explained solemnly.

“Any suggestions?” I asked.

“Make sure that the women closest to her know. They’ll be able to tell how she’s doing and advise you what the best thing to do is.”

“I have a favor to ask,” she said. “I know that you can heal physical problems, but can you do anything about emotional ones?”

“I know that I can change things in people’s minds, but I’ve only done a little bit, using some of the convicted prisoners. The guys that I had the special hearings for, I made sure that they would never think about hurting another woman before I gave them their limited freedom.”

She nodded her understanding. “We’ve got seventeen women here on suicide watch right now. Another dozen are only recently removed from it, but they’re still pretty delicate. I’m wondering if you can do anything to help them?” she asked hopefully.

“They’re not prisoners, so I’m not allowed to make them do anything they don’t want to. However, if they want me to help, I’m more than willing to do whatever I can,” I offered.

“Got some time?” she asked.

“I always have time for a beautiful woman,” I replied suggestively.

“Careful or you may have to find yourself a new shrink,” she teased. The hospital was mostly empty. The new hospital in Alamogordo was where most of the few remaining patients were seen now, and most of the equipment had been moved there. The equipment for scar and tattoo removal had been installed in a medical office building in the same complex and was being set up to deal with customers from around the world.

Dr. Sun went in first to talk with each girl, seeing if they were willing to talk with me. Most were excited to even have me there, and all were willing to let me help. A couple were having a hard time transitioning from a life where every day was a struggle to survive, to now wondering if the struggle had been worth it. For most of the girls, their family, a family that somehow considered the girls to be at fault for their predicament, had rejected them.

When I explored the mind of the first girl, she felt that since even her family rejected her, she was worthless because nobody could ever accept her since she was so damaged. “Colette, I understand how you feel, and I promise you that your family is wrong about you. If you stop feeling sorry for yourself for a few minutes, you’ll know deep down inside that what happened was in no way your fault. While you were hurt physically and emotionally, you’re strong enough to get past it if you have faith in yourself.

“Look at what the other women have done. They’re running this base, helping to bring Russia into this century, helping to feed the world, running huge businesses, and using their art to make the world a better place. They faced the same things you did and have decided to take their future into their own hands and not let someone else dictate it to them. Yes, what happened still bothers them, but with every day that passes, it bothers them less.

“I see that you are an accomplished artist, and for you to deprive the world of the beauty you could add to it would be a shame. The idea you have in your mind for that statue is so powerful that just the idea of it touched me. I really want you to sculpt it for me.” I could see a glimmer of hope beginning to show in her eyes. Taking her hands in mine, I kissed both of them, letting my energy flow into her.

“What did you do?” she asked nervously.

“I healed your body. All your physical injuries are fully healed, including the broken fingers that would have made it difficult for you to sculpt. May I?” I asked, taking hold of the bottom of the shirt she was wearing and raising it an inch or so. She nodded, and I slowly raised her shirt, pulling it over her head and her raising arms.

Her lustrous, long, brown hair cascaded down over her shoulders and breasts. “Look better?” I asked her, motioning to her breasts. She gasped when she looked down. Gone were the burn marks, the derogatory tattoos, and the disfiguring scars from being whipped and cut. I’d restored her skin tone and the tan she’d always been proud of when she was younger. Sobbing happily, she hugged me tightly.

“Thank you,” she whispered emotionally. “And thank you for giving me a reason and the courage to live,” she sobbed into my ear. While she clung to me, I re-entered her mind and re-enforced those good feelings, and muted the bad memories a bit.

She gave me one more kiss before letting go of me. “You should stop by more often. Those hugs and kisses definitely help me feel better,” she commented, almost suggestively. I saw the surprise register on Dr. Sun’s face.

“How much have you followed the news lately?” I asked. She knew most of what was going on, but hadn’t heard the broadcast yesterday. When I explained about how many of “me” there were now, she looked somewhat dubious. She watched, mouth open in shock as I made a new “me” right in front of her. Being shocked didn’t stop her eyes (or Dr. Sun’s) from making a quick detour south to check out the equipment on the new me.

The new me offered her an arm. “Why don’t you come with me and help me find some clothes? After that, we’ll head for the beach and get you a surfboard,” I offered. I’d found out that she’d been an avid surfer, frequently sculpting for hours after a couple of good hours on her board. Both women were surprised this time.

“What about tonight?” she asked seductively, clinging to my arm and pressing her still bare breasts against me.

“That’s up to you,” I answered, letting my hand drop to cup her taut butt. Her grin got huge.

“So I don’t have to come back here tonight?” she asked hopefully.

“I don’t think you’ll ever have to come back here. I do want you to stop by and talk to Dr. Sun in the morning, though, fair?” I asked. Bouncing giddily (which did very nice things to her bare breasts), she nodded her agreement.

“That went quite well. You’re sure she’ll be okay?” Dr. Sun asked after they left.

“She’ll be fine, and I’ll be with her the entire time,” I promised. The other sixteen produced similar results, although most didn’t go nearly as smoothly or as quickly. Dr. Sun thanked me on the way back to her office.

“I’ve still got one woman’s needs to see to,” I told her, pulling her to me and kissing her.

“Mike, we can’t. I can’t have sex with my patients,” she protested.

“You’re not. I’m going to have sex with you,” I replied.

“And what if I don’t want you to?” she challenged.

“If you honestly don’t want me to, all you have to do is say ‘Mike, please don’t’ and I’ll stop.” I could see on her face the battle going on inside her mind. “Would you know if something was wrong with your husband?” I asked her.

“Yes, but someone else would have to treat him,” she parried.

“If you ever feel that I need treatment, I’ll see any doctor you send me to,” I promised, sliding my hands under her shirt and under her bra to cup her breasts.

“Deal,” she gasped. She was undressed almost before I was, and I laid her across her desk and fucked her and fucked her and fucked her some more.

“Enough,” she gasped half an hour later after yet another mutual release. The puddle of our combined sex juices and cum covered a significant part of her desktop. “My daughter-in law was definitely right about you,” she said as I was helping her stand. “Kyung-Soon told me that I needed to let you fuck me on my desk,” she laughed.

“Happy to be of service” I answered, making a sweeping bow.

A brief check of the women who had just been sent back out into the world showed them scattered and heading in many different directions, each with one of me in tow. Collette was busy shopping for a bikini, or at least a few strings she would claim passed as one. I had the distinct impression she was hoping to get laid in the store’s dressing room. Several others were headed out to shop. A few wanted to go somewhere to walk and talk, or somewhere quiet simply to be held. Ginger was more interested in finding the nearest unoccupied bedroom.

The “me” at the Alamogordo hospital was answering the same question for the 43rd time. “Yes, I would extend the same offer to the women who had recently delivered or would be delivering soon. Their bodies would be fully healed shortly after giving birth, and when they felt up to it emotionally, we could have sex.

Even though they would be completely healed, I didn’t expect them to get pregnant with a human child so soon after delivering. Carrying the Mington child would not tax their body nearly as much, and I would provide a grebav wave generator in each of their bedrooms to help provide the energy for the Mington baby they carried. If they chose to keep the baby they just delivered, rather than put it up for adoption, I would adopt the baby and officially be the father.

Several shuttles had already left for Amsterdam and my favorite JP this morning. They were filled with the 263 women that spent the night at the mansion. For now, for simplicity sake, most were only marrying me. Chaquanda, Gretchen, and Jocelyn were also marrying each other though, formalizing the bond that had already formed between them. Kateryna and Kelsey would do likewise, as would Penny and Danielle.

Honeymoon Island was about to be rechristened as Orgy Island and 263 new brides and 300 grooms made for some very happy new wives by the time they were all worn out. Happy wives made me happy as well. So many wives made the JP a very happy man, too. His bank balance had definitely seen a marked improvement in the last 24 hours.

Everyone was home for dinner. There was a lot of excited conversation, and most everyone went to sleep early. Yes, most of the women went to sleep. A few made love slowly before going to sleep. My original seven wives had their turn tonight, falling asleep with a satisfied and happy smile on their faces. Natalia was especially happy when I gave her the paperwork that Johann had signed, formalizing my adoption of Michelle. There were also nine other adoptions for the infants of nine of the 192 women Natalia and the others brought in. I now had seventeen children and well over 5,000 human babies in the oven, so to speak. The number of Mington babies was even higher. Oddly, I was quite calm about it.

TUE JULY 30

I spent some of the night designing a home. It was similar to what I had built for Vasily and Vladimir, albeit a housing tower. Some suites would be built for five wives, others for ten. There was also a huge nursery for the little ones during the day. It would be built in the housing tower section of Alamogordo, complete with an entire floor housing a brand new office complex for Natalia since so many of my new wives worked with her. The house would include underground access to all underground facilities at both bases and in town, sort of like Derevenko used. It would be sad watching the old mansion being torn down.

A group of Mikes spent the night creating even more android Mikes, and another 500 Mike androids left to continue the pursuit of plant knowledge. I also had 3,000 non-Mike androids doing the same thing.

A huge, new carbon fiber factory and a new android factory had been finished in Bratsk. Each would provide work for 500 of the citizens of Bratsk. Several of the men who had been members of the search parties in Bratsk spent several weeks in Cairo watching and then working there. They would be running the plant, which would also have androids working around-the-clock to maximize production. Another group went to Chihuahua to learn how to operate the android factory, which would also operate around-the-clock. We built an underground warehouse next door to the android factory that was only accessible to androids where we would make and install the human cell AIs.

Several Mikes spent the night with the Defenders, creating a duplicate of the Defenders’ physical bodies. Each Mike went back in time and scanned the DNA in the Defender’s physical body. Each Defender then created a seed of awareness inside their new body. By dawn, there were 100 fully-grown, nine to ten foot tall Defenders wandering the compound. We had broadcast pictures of what they’d look like for 24 hours now so that nobody would freak out when they saw them.

The seventeen women that had been on suicide watch were each snuggled, naked and happy, in the arms of their own Mike. Thoughts of suicide were a distant and hazy memory. After surfing for hours, Collette insisted on stopping by an art supply warehouse where she and her Mike bought enough modeling clay and other equipment that a second small cargo shuttle was sent to pick it up. She was set up in a suite in Alamogordo and didn’t stop for sleep until well after midnight, insisting on a repeat of the action in the dressing room before finally falling happily asleep.

When her Mike got up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom, the sight of her sprawled naked across the bed with a look of absolute peace and serenity on her face touched something deep inside of me. Like music, I had enjoyed dabbling in the arts. I was decent enough that several teachers had tried to steer me to a career in the arts. Like music, I didn’t have the drive to apply myself. My head was in the lab, not the studio. Tonight, I felt different. Besides, I had help. I had the perfect moment frozen forever in my mind and transferred it to an android brain. He could recall it perfectly for me whenever I needed to refer to it. By dawn, my “masterpiece” was well underway. The prone, slender figure of a woman asleep on the bed was readily apparent. The sheet didn’t quite cover her delectable ass, and one generous breast was clearly visible, as was the serene look on her face. I hoped she would understand when she saw it, and crawled back into bed to snuggle with her until she woke up.

Starting shortly after midnight, shuttles began leaving the housing tower in Alamogordo bound for Amsterdam again. Every few minutes, another one would leave. The JP there only had three ceremonies for other people planned for today and we filled the rest of his day nicely. He even brought in a friend who was also a JP to help speed up the process. Each managed to finish one ceremony every fifteen minutes, and each ceremony was usually for 25 women. By the end of the day there (noon Omaga Base time), I had nearly 2,000 new wives. Additional shuttles had been dispatched for family and friends of the brides that needed them, many of whom returned to Alamogordo to be there when their daughters got back from Orgy Island.

Collette was surprised when she woke up and saw what I’d been working on and was happy that I found her inspiring enough to sculpt a statue of her. She liked the name I intended to use, Inspiration Sleeping, and wondered teasingly if I was going to make one titled Inspiration Fucking. She posed, unknowingly, for that statue several times throughout the day. She still didn’t realize that I could access the visual memories of all of the androids, even the domestic that came with her suite.

While we ate breakfast, I did a scan of the surfing web sites and found a nice beach on Mexico’s west coast that was reporting nice swells and was expecting their high tide in about two hours. Collette changed in the shuttle, posing provocatively while she put on her wetsuit. By the time she got it on, she was filled with another load of cum.

We made it to Dr. Sun’s for Collette’s late morning appointment. Even if I hadn’t known that one of me had fucked her again in the shuttle on the way here, it was pretty apparent that she’d been thoroughly fucked recently. She just had that well-fucked glow about her, as did Dr. Sun from the earlier visit by another one of me. She reported what I already knew, all seventeen women were completely different people today. One of me would be meeting tomorrow morning with fourteen more women who just recently got off the suicide watch but that she was still concerned about. Dr. Sun’s husband was meeting her here after we finished and was taking her to lunch. I gave her a strong enough tingle when I shook her hand that she’d be having him for an appetizer before they ever left the office to get food to eat.

Collette and I returned to her suite after a quick lunch and both of us worked on our pieces. Twice more before dinner, she unknowingly posed for the “Inspiration Fucking” statue I was going to make. I finally settled on my favorite pose. She was on her hands and knees and I was behind her. Her breasts hung provocatively beneath her and her head was thrown back in ecstasy, the muscles in her neck, arms, and back corded and visibly straining as she climaxed. I had a firm grip on her cute ass cheeks, the indentations from my fingers visible in the muscles there. My head was thrown back and my face contorted as I released my cum inside her nubile body. I could access the view from the front as the domestic android witnessed it. I planned yet a third statue of her, one with her on her back splayed across the bed, her hair in total disarray and scattered across her face in wet strands, one forearm resting on her forehead, and wearing only the sated smile of a well-fucked woman.

I was also considering one of Vonna in the shower, her head arched back rinsing her hair, her breasts jutting provocatively skyward. One of my minds wandered while I worked meticulously on my piece. One idea after another came to mind, and I stored the ideas for later use. I had a feeling this one of me was going to be a busy sculptor. I decided that my next piece was going to be one of Li the first time I took her to the garden, and she had the butterfly on her hand. All the enhancements from the neural growth formula actually made my work more exact than it had been before. I was able to see better, and hence include much finer detail in the statue than before. My depth perception, spatial relationships, and hand-eye coordination were also vastly improved. By the time Collette dragged herself away from her piece the second day, my first one was finished, and I had started roughing out the one of Li.

WED JULY 31

For the second night in a row, a parade of shuttles was heading for Amsterdam, and then on to Orgy Island. By noon today, I’d have another 2000 wives.

We didn’t send off the way gates we made today. For five days now, we’d sent them all in directions away from Alpha Centauri. Today we were setting up our first set of gate above and below the Earth. The gate sent to Alpha Centauri earlier would arrive around nine p.m. tomorrow and should be operational by early Friday. I sent a Crys to scout for the best location there, one that would be equidistant from both planets that we intended to study and might colonize, yet away from the asteroid belt and other orbiting planets and moons.

The judges had finally finished all the cases of the estate owners and the scumbags associated with them. All were found guilty, and all adults on the estate had been found guilty as well. The minors had been turned over to me as slaves.

Everything that the estate owners, corrupt officials, and attorneys owned now belonged to me. About a quarter of their wives had known about their husband’s involvement and had supported it for the extra income it generated. Many even enjoyed abusing the women their husbands kept. They had also been convicted and sentenced to death. Their minor children were now my slaves. I had 100 android Mikes reviewing the cases and making recommendations for the children involved.

Unfortunately, those children now had only one free parent and no property of any kind, or no parents and no property since everything had been awarded to me. In addition, many of the wives who had been released had no means of support, having not held a job or having lost the one they had while they were under house arrest for so long.