Chapter 33

FRI AUG 2

Both my mother and Justin blushed when Renee and I greeted them in the morning. My mom blushed more than Justin did since he had already talked to Renee. After breakfast, Renee took them aside to talk with the two of them together, at least that’s what she told me. Their tongues were apparently busy while they “talked” as were many other parts of their bodies. Aside from work and other things, they were fairly inseparable after that.

Justin started his new job today, training to be a Bumblebee pilot. Mom hung around with me, blushing when I kissed Renee goodbye before she left for work and commented about being able to taste another woman still. Renee just gave my cock a quick grab, her eyes threatening that I’d better be ready for her tonight.

My first stop was my new flagship, PS OMEGA DEFENDER 1. It was more than twice as big as the biggest carrier the UN had. I was amazed that it had been built so quickly but several of the Mingtons had lent a hand and advice on advanced shipbuilding techniques and designs for the power plant and engines. Built from scratch with Defender technology, it was specifically built for intergalactic travel and the original power supplies and engines had been designed for Zel 2 travel.

That was before James and Katie looked at the Gerrigenian-based pnembar generator design I gave them for the power supply. I looked at the way the grebav wave generator worked and applied the same principals to the new design, taking into account that pnembar waves act differently than grebav waves. I don’t know if it was in spite of the fact that the Gerrigenian design was light years ahead of ours or because of it but they found several “design flaws” they fixed. The shakedown run yesterday had them at Zel 21.5 at 50 percent power before they came home. They weren’t completely positive, but estimated the shielding to be about a 53, which is 100 quintillion times higher than the Defender’s previous best of 34. The Defenders were duly impressed.

Today the ship was loaded with delegates from every country in the world, thousands of my wives, and full camera and reporter crews from the major news stations that were allowed access to the base, as well as hundreds of the top astronomers in the world. One ship had already made the round-trip yesterday to test the gate. We began to get underway to thunderous applause aboard the ship, as well as back on the ground. Ten minutes later, the new gate activated and I held my breath while we passed through it.

A split second later, we emerged through the gate at the other end, even before I realized I’d been holding my breath. Aside from the fact that there were three moons orbiting the planet below us and the continents were arranged differently, it was difficult to tell that we were in a different solar system. Well, I guess the second sun at our 3:00 might have been a clue.

Several of the astronomers suddenly became quite animated, having reverse plotted what the galaxy would look like from inside the Alpha Centauri system and recognizing where they were. We stayed for about an hour before heading back to earth. The entire trip except for a short, split-second blackout when we passed through the gate had been televised live back on earth.

While OMEGA DEFENDER 1 and I were in the Alpha Centauri system, I was also escorting Damian and the bitch from their cells to Keiko’s Playroom. I could smell their fear, which increased dramatically as they were stripped and strapped into their first set of torture devices. Keiko’s trainees took turns whipping and beating them brutally, driving nails and long pins through the most sensitive parts of their body, branding them, slicing them and dozens of other forms of torture far worse than what I did to Li’s tormentor. Several times, they had to be revived. Twice I healed them to allow the torture to continue. Cameras captured the entire thing from several angles and Keiko made a fortune when people paid to have her do something specific to one of them. She made even more selling a copy of their entire time being tortured for $P1,000 each, a torture session that lasted for 48 hours.

After the first round of torture was finished, round two began. In spite of the fact that the majority of people across the planet had skin that was some shade of brown from centuries of interracial marriages, the bitch was still racist and deathly afraid of black men. My original plan had been to use a dozen black AC Androids. Keiko talked me into allowing her to sell the right to a dozen black men to spend eight hours using her however they wanted as a group. Even she was surprised at how hot the bidding got, and she ended up making nearly $P250,000. If the men had known ahead of time the bonus they’d get, I’m sure the bidding would have gone even higher.

The bitch had almost been stoic during the first part of the torture, well, aside from the hysterical screaming and sobbing. When she saw the naked black men walk into her cell the terrified screaming began. She shook her head and mane of blond hair back and forth frantically as they approached, flinching each time one of them ran his hands across her nakedness and screaming for him to stop. “Just kill me, please,” she begged several times. While the men fondled and terrorized her, the bitch didn’t even notice Keiko’s newest leather-clad assistant, Jia, approach from behind. I was glad Keiko made sure the outfit at least covered the places that a moderate swimsuit would cover for the televised performance. Grinning evilly Jia jammed a moderately sized artificial phallus up her ass. While the bitch was still screaming in pain and trying to expel the intruder, Keiko began inflating it ... not a lot, but enough to make it a little easier for one of the men’s enhanced cocks to take her anal cherry without ripping the skin off his cock.

A minute later Keiko nodded, and Jia removed the device, moving out of the way so the man who paid for the right could take his prize. Even with the preliminary stretching, it took him over a minute to get completely inside and he grinned evilly as he listened to her hoarse shrieks of pain and protest the entire time. Keiko stroked her cheek soothingly, telling her to relax because this wasn’t the worst of it. When they were all finished with her, one of the men had paid for the right to impregnate her and she wouldn’t be executed until she’d had his child. It wasn’t true but it rocked the bitch’s world. Having to carry and bear a black baby scared her even more that what the men would really do to her in the next several hours.

When all twelve men finished with her backside they each walked around to the other end and plunged their spent but still hard cocks into her mouth that was being forced open with a ring gag. That meant there were usually two men using her at the same time, not bad for a woman that much preferred sex with a woman. From what I’d gleaned while in her mind, she and Damian had only had sex once a year on their anniversary. The rest of the time she provided him with playthings that all looked like my mother, even having most of them undergo plastic surgery to make the similarity more striking.

The men’s fun continued for eight hours, occasionally requiring me to heal and energize her enough that they didn’t kill her, and to energize them so their fun was much more enthusiastic. Besides, I still had more plans for her. Damian was getting the same treatment that she was except that both men and women paid for the right to plug his orifices. For the hell of it, I compared their loudest shrieks to see who was the loudest. She won, but not by much. Poor Damian was a homophobe. In other cells, also on camera, the other men convicted of killing my mother were getting basically the same treatment. Keiko was really raking in the bucks today with people paying for 22 live feeds and/or buying the entire thing on a data cube. She was even offering a package deal, every minute of the torture of all 22 of them and their deaths for $P15,000. At the end of the two-day ordeal, she had cleared in excess of $P4 million just from these 22 people and had permanently established her site since everyone was talking about it by the start of the second day. Some people just paid to watch a few minutes, others paid to watch excerpts of the “best” moments Keiko picked out, but she estimated that one of every five computers in the world signed on for at least a few minutes.

When their little orgy finally finished (we let it go a couple of hours longer than originally planned since everyone was having so much fun and so many people were paying to watch) they were finally taken back to their cells to rest up for the big finale tomorrow. Oops, I forgot to warn them. The bitch was strapped down and thousands of spiders (non-venomous but some of their bites still hurt like hell) were released inside the clear box she was confined in. Since spiders were the one thing she absolutely feared the most (besides black men), eight hours with them crawling on and inside of her naked body and biting her didn’t let her get much sleep. Injections of my glucose and glycogen, drugs, and a grebav wave generator in the room gave her enough energy to get through the night with no sleep. The ring gag kept her mouth open and two wire tubes (sort of like chicken wire but much stronger) kept the other two orifices open allowing the spiders to do a little spelunking and to bite her in some very private and sensitive places.

The guys were all strapped down and given a drug to immobilize their muscles for at least eight hours. When they were fully paralyzed, we released a hundred hungry rats into each of their cells. It’s amazing how much a hundred rats can eat in a night and I had to heal each of them a couple of times during the night when the rats hit an artery or something else serious. It was actually pretty gross, and I let an android tell me if and where I was needed rather than watch it all night.

SAT AUG 3

This morning, they were brought back to the playroom for more of the same. The bidding for today’s festivities had gone much higher than the first day. The one difference was that the online broadcast had a line at the bottom informing viewers approximately when the executions would begin.

Even though they were all enjoying themselves thoroughly, we had to keep to the schedule today so we stopped the fun right on time. Someone paid $P100,000 to choose the method of execution for Damian. Even I was amazed that they could get so creative. After making sure his restraints were still tight, a four-foot metal rod was worked as deep into his ass as possible and secured in place. The end that stuck out was heated slowly. It took him three hours of agony to die.

The other men also died creative and painful deaths. Someone even paid to watch one of them killed like an ancient civilization had killed their sacrifices, by cutting their chest open and taking out their heart while it was still beating. We let one of the female medi-docs perform the required surgery since it required some medical expertise to do properly.

In spite of the fact that Keiko had over 5,000 offers to pay to choose the bitch’s demise, I had already reserved the right. She was strapped into one of the sturdy wooden frames we confiscated from PB1 and we brought in one of the horses. A small inverted shield was used to make sure the horse found his target and the scent of a mare in heat was released into the cell. Her scream was nothing more than a hoarse exhale and gargling as the excited stallion reared up onto the frame and rammed his huge cock home. He seemed pretty proud of himself after fucking her wildly twice but she was still alive. A fresh dose of mare scent was released into the room and he suddenly became interested again. This time we reconfigured the shield to allow for full penetration. His first thrust barely went deeper than the previous ones had, but the next one went several inches deeper. Her eyes bugged out and her muscles all tightened for a few seconds and then she drooped. By the time the stallion had satisfied himself, justice had been served. I amazed myself by watching the entire ordeal and not being one bit bothered by it.

As for all the computers that signed on during the two-day ordeal, Serena had her troops busy the entire time. Every computer that signed on was located and compared against known or suspected purchasers of slaves from the pirates or other illegal sources. All of them were carefully checked for any sign of slave trade or slave ownership since records of customers from the Russians, pirates, and estates were incomplete at best. Serena had compiled the list as best she could and we had warrants waiting for the majority of the names on her list.

She found an additional 300 “owners” and got enough additional information to get warrants for more than 200 of the original list the court didn’t feel we had enough information on. Bumblebees fanned out across the globe, launching shuttles to begin the raids on individual customers during the last two hours of Keiko’s show. By the time the bitch’s final sex partner finished with her we had more than 6,000 more prisoners and more than 9,000 newly rescued guests at the base. The raids continued for the next few hours and by the time they finished, we ended up with more than 18,000 prisoners and at least 25,000 guests. Sven was able to send two dozen UN Appellate Court Judges to help since nearly ten percent of their existing cases had involved someone we already executed or that was awaiting execution. I held a quiet celebration for Serena’s troops that night to thank them for everything they had accomplished to date. The celebratory atmosphere was somewhat muted by the knowledge that our task wasn’t yet complete. We hadn’t been able to find all the women, yet, and knew that many would never be found.

At the party I broached what I was sure would be a touchy subject. While not happy with what I was suggesting, every one of them agreed that it was the best option we had at this point. Leaving them to the remainder of the celebration, I commed Renee, Johann, and Sven and asked them to meet me.

Their reaction was similar to the girls’ and to mine. Johann and Renee both pronounced it completely legal and Sven agreed to do it. That left one final step. Every Mike and Mike android immediately summoned every rescued woman they could and explained what I proposed. A few were upset about it, but the rest agreed, grudgingly, with my assessment.

While Johann, Renee, and Sven worked on the news release for later tonight, I met Keiko at the Playroom. She was a bit apprehensive but I promised enough female android guards to handle any situation that came up.

Sven’s face led off the late night news here, and the morning, afternoon, and evening news elsewhere. It also interrupted programming on nearly every station and computer news site worldwide. Sven announced the raids that had just been completed that had netted 18,000 people worldwide who still had illegal slaves. Then he dropped the bombshell. For exactly 24 hours, anyone turning in an illegal slave would not be prosecuted. There would be no repercussion of any kind. We would pay $P100,000 for each one turned in or allow the owner to choose a legal replacement. If they chose the legal replacement, they could choose from any of the women or men that had been convicted and sentenced to death. The replacements would be kept at one of a number of the estates we still had. We would assume the expenses for food and care of the replacements. Their new owner was free to visit them as often and as long as they wanted and could treat them any way they wished, even kill them. The replacements would be available to choose from on a first-come-first-served basis. If, at a future date, the new owner tired of their choice, they would be allowed to sell them or trade with another legal owner. Depending on the response, we might even allow them to trade with us for a different one.

In addition, when the owner was not there, the replacement could be rented out to interested people. The owner would get half of any money his or her slave earned. There would be other women and men at these estates who could be rented by the hour or day, convicted prisoners I owned. Rather than just execute all of them, we’d let them experience firsthand the life they inflicted on others for so long.

Offices were hastily thrown together in every major city in the world on various properties we’d been awarded. Both slaves that were turned in and their previous owner would be taken to Omega Base where the owner could pick out a replacement if they didn’t choose the cash payment. The turned-in slave would receive medical treatment. The hardest part was getting nude pictures of our current convicted prisoners quickly. The easiest way was to take groups, have them strip, and then turn around slowly while androids captured it all. Then they were all catalogued by age, height, skin color, hair color, eye color, breast size, race, leg length and shape, type of ass, hip measurement, and waist measurement.

SUN AUG 4

We had just over 400 greedy customers the first hour. Only nineteen wanted cash, which we transferred directly to their account. The remaining 347 men and 64 women made the trip to Omega Base to choose their new toy. It was a bit unnerving to see the woman from the store in Paris whose son had his first experience with sex using Danielle.

One copy of me escorted every two owners as they made their choices. As they scanned the pictures, I “helped” them see each man or woman. If they wanted a fifteen-year-old blonde with large breasts, they saw every picture of a female as a fifteen-year-old blonde with large breasts. Even though many of the prisoners were in their 50’s and 60’s, they still saw them at whatever age they preferred their slave to be, anywhere from age ten on. Once they chose, I made the appropriate changes to their new slave so they actually looked exactly the way their new owner wanted them to. Naturally, each owner wanted to play with their new toy. The woman from Paris had brought in three women to trade and chose two young girls (actually they were 42 and 56 but looked seventeen to her) and a studly young man (he was actually 64 but looked 23 to her). I caught a bit of her thinking, hoping she could breed them to create more slaves. After all, the children born to legal slaves were considered legal slaves, too. I quickly made sure that every slave we traded was permanently sterile. At the end of the 24 hours, we had rescued another 6,000 women and children.

Sixty estates were hastily being turned into ‘Keiko’s Playrooms’ and were ready (barely) two days later. One of me was at each one to perform any necessary healing. It was a month later when the Playroom’s fully opened to the public. Yet another month later, we increased the number of Playrooms to 120. In addition to renting slaves by the hour, night, or complete day, men and women like Keiko’s mother could come in and choose one of our on-site staff to do the honors to them; or they could bring a friend along and just rent a room to play in. Within six months, there were 180 Playrooms worldwide and all the convicted prisoners took turns. It was interesting to watch light BDSM become the new rage for the “in” crowd. Even with 180 locations, we had to expand many of them, increasing the number of rooms to 500 at the busiest ones and building shuttle garages to accommodate everyone.

I was even more amazed when T-shirts advertising Keiko’s became the newest fashion fad. Quickly, there were over 100 designs for sale. “If you’re going to be tied up do it at Keiko’s,” and “I got my ass whipped at Keiko’s,” were two of the better sellers. One shirt depicting a woman spanking a man in the stocks (and another just the opposite) had a caption that read, “The couple that plays together stays together,” on the front and Keiko’s logo on the back. Thousands of the women from Alamogordo now work in our clothing factories to keep up with demand for the Keiko’s shirts. Leather pants and leather BDSM attire quickly caught on, another addition to our growing repertoire of businesses and a good use for the hides of the cattle we consumed.

The BDSM mixers took the cake, though. A student group in Tokyo rented a large party room and invited everyone at school who wanted to attend. By the end of the night over 400 people showed up. Over half of them came alone. Nearly everyone at least tried out both ends of the paddles. After that, it became an every Friday night and Saturday night thing. We started charging a cover charge and just assigned a block of rooms for the party guests to use. They were limited to 30 minutes at a time in the rooms and no more than four times a night. Sixty of the slower Keikos now have the BDSM mixer every weekend and “Meet me at Keiko’s,” shirts have started gaining in popularity. There are even web sites popping up where people post videos of their own experience of being on the receiving end at Keiko’s.

Of course, most of them only dabble at it. What they experience at Keiko’s is just play, nothing like what the women we rescued went through. Nobody from the BDSM parties has had their skin ripped open to the bone with a whip or had cigarettes put out on their skin or any of a hundred other excruciatingly painful experiences. Hopefully, Keiko’s will provide enough of an outlet for people’s baser side that none of them ever will, either. I can’t make the same claim for the convicts at Keiko’s, though. For them, each day is a new experience in pain and humiliation. Even the former captives that were most reluctant at first now feel that this punishment is the closest thing to justice for them, even better than executing them. Over half of the girls have taken the chance to personally repay their former abusers ... if they’re still alive.

As a special thank-you to Keiko’s mother, she received a free lifetime membership to the clubs. We held a special party for her and her husband and I fought back my objections and joined their two sons and Keiko in a four hour orgy where she was fucked, whipped, and spanked by each and all of us non-stop for four hours. When we finished, I healed a few errant breaks in her skin and the really bad welts caused by our inexperience so as not to mar her perfect skin. We left her sleeping blissfully, still covered in cum.

Serena keeps a growing list of the serious customers at Keiko’s as well as the former slave owners and her troops watch them like a hawk for anything that looks even slightly suspicious. So far they have saved an additional 300 women by doing this and we’ve added 300 more “toys” to be played with at Keiko’s once they were convicted of keeping illegal slaves.

MON AUG 5

Sculptor Mike finished the statue of Vonna today and Collette finally finished her piece. As soon as it was done, I had Sven look at it. He loved my idea and by the end of the day, one of the girls at the base was beginning the process of having a life-sized copy cast in bronze to go in the lobby of the UN building. Collette protested that “Inspiration Sleeping,” should also be made public so I told her that it now belonged to her, and she could do anything she wanted with it. Meanwhile I began working on “Inspiration Fucking.”

Vonna loved the statue of her, suggesting that I do one of each of my wives and harem. It was something I’d planned to do eventually, but the way all of them ooohed and aaahed over the statue, I knew it had better be sooner. Two more Mikes joined sculptor Mike. One worked on Jenna’s piece and the other on Renee’s statue. Collette didn’t mind the extra company and ended up with all three of them fucking her at the same time before she fell asleep.

On the other side of the world, raids began in Thailand. We had warrants for 72 top government officials and executed the warrants, seizing homes, officials, and their families. We’d planned ahead, bringing look-alike androids to replace the officials. To make the deception more believable, I read the thoughts of each official, had an android copy of me separate the official’s thoughts and then download them into the replacement android. It also provided me with the names of eight more officials we’d missed. With the additional information, Serena was able to get warrants for the eight new targets citing “involuntary testimony” of whichever official we learned it from in addition to the other information we’d already gathered.

Cambodia and Laos were next, netting only 32 officials in the original raids we had warrants for, and then nine additional raids based on information they unwittingly provided us. Even though we arrested barely a hundred officials on the day, we rescued over a thousand women, girls, and boys from the private cells in the official’s homes and from what had initially appeared to be a state prison. Once we got back, their cases were moved to the front of the docket and all were found guilty and sentenced to death.

Thankfully, most of their wives were deemed not to have been involved with many of the wives being little more than a former slave elevated to the station of trophy wife. Knowing how quickly they would be reverted back to the position of slave if they said anything, they remained silent. Even though they ended up as my slaves, their life overall took a marked turn for the better. Most were returned temporarily to be with their husband-replacement while our deception remained in place to avoid alerting the Chinese.

Poor Chaquanda was in a tizzy. With so much still happening and so many of me to keep up with, I finally took pity on her and had a room equipped with 25 video monitors. One of the Mike androids chose what he felt were the 25 most interesting things I was doing at any moment in time and displayed them for her to follow and choose from. She kept threatening that she’d have to release volume two of my biography within a year. I did much the same thing for Gretchen, limiting her feeds to happenings in Russia. Her editors were amazed that she was able to provide multiple stories on things happening simultaneously there.

With what we learned in our raids in Thailand, Cambodia, and Laos, Serena took another look at China, especially anything appearing to be a prison. She wasn’t surprised to find eight more supposed prisons that held sex slaves, usually located relatively near the homes of several top federal officials. Through the day and into the night her troops worked, tracking computer information and piecing together the overall picture. When the final pieces were added, the picture that emerged was disturbing, but explained a lot. For the last 100 or more years, the top officials kept their special perk in place. Desirable women were simply imprisoned for any number of phony charges and transferred to the sex prisons. Any top federal official could have a woman arrested. Those officials included the president and vice-president, several top party leaders from each of the four political parties, their Supreme Court judges, and a handful of top generals.

All of the other legislators were able to use the sex slaves any time they wanted, but couldn’t have anyone imprisoned. Anyone that retired or lost an election was still allowed to use the girls, but could no longer have anyone arrested. Over time, several new legislators tried to expose what was going on and simply disappeared from public view, ostensibly having been arrested for trying to sell state secrets. Instead, they were imprisoned and forced to watch while their own wives and children were all raped and tortured repeatedly. Eventually the man was executed, usually in a cruel game. His wife was forced to hold a rope attached to a weight she couldn’t possibly hope to hold for very long. When the rope slipped from her grasp, a heavy board with several long spikes would slam into her husband’s head mere inches in front of her.

Johann issued a single warrant for every current, retired, and former federal official and general in the country. Gratefully, our factories had been turning out androids at top speed to complement the troops still in Russia, although the troops were mainly working as a police force now. When I asked Gwen to meet me she already had Stephanie and Kateryna with her in Serena’s office poring over the intel Serena had.

“This could get real ugly real fast,” Gwen warned.

“I have five generators like we used in Russia that will be in place and ready to go online in less than an hour. They will break the country up into five main parts like this,” I explained, drawing five rough circles that, between them, encompassed all of China. “As you can see, there are also eight shaded areas where the fields will overlap, so the country is effectively divided into thirteen sections. I set it up specifically to cut off four of the main military bases from the rest of the country. By hitting section 1 first, you will effectively capture over 90 percent of the people we’re after and save over 80 percent of the girls. A simultaneous raid on these two prisons should protect the vast majority of the remaining girls. After that you can pretty much pick and choose where you want to strike, but the attack will almost be done,” I explained.

“You’ve been paying attention to something besides all of the pretty naked girls running around,” Gwen teased, getting a round of chuckles from everyone.