Vanishing Manhood: Part 8

A Human Vaccine Factory, in Israel’s body.

Based on ‘One In Ten’ by FinalStand, adapted into 17 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at Explicit Novels.

"You Bitches!" Angel hopped up. To clarify my often-used refrain, she took up her jacket and rolled up her sleeve. She had a nice little cotton ball secured by medical tape.

They had taken Angel's blood, she had the anti-bodies which must have been earned the old fashion way, through injection. Four times on Saturday straight into her womb. I didn't believe it could be possible but I had been lowered to the status of an STD.

"I'm not an MD, but how in the hell are anti-bodies getting from him into her bloodstream," Capri intervened.

"We aren't talking about an anti-body," I blinked. "We are talking about a virus and since my daughters and Angel and every other woman I've slept with aren't dead, or even ill,”

"We need to know where the other doses are," Shelia insisted. Everyone in this room knew that there was only one disease that differentiated gender that we hadn't cured long ago.

"Special Agent Fraklos," I pleaded. She was the closest to a medical professional we had, or so I believed. I hadn't known how I would get here when I asked for Dimple's team, Angel, Seneca and Capri to join this little party, but I knew this moment was coming. Fraklos looked scared and there were two great reason for being so.

"Oh, God," Fraklos' Mediterranean features noticeably paled. "Carabolix 37 is a form of the Gender Plague. They genetically altered the plague then gave it to those men to see what would happen. Oh, God."

"Shelia," I turned the lead woman. "I was injected twenty times with Carabolix 37. If Dr. Fremont destroyed her batch, there is no more." She wanted to know so I told her.

"She could have killed us all," Sosa jumped up. "We need to arrest her immediately."

"On what evidence?" Dimples replied calmly. It was nice of her to keep this conversation at a level we could all hear. It implied to me that we were now useful to her in some way. "She is rich, well-respected and has scores of pharmaceutical contracts in the Federation and abroad."

"We have a weird mutation of the Gender Plague, a crazy old ex-cop serial killer and, Israel Jensen, a man whose sanity is always in question. The only leverage we do have is an abnormal number of males surviving their first year," she stated.

"If Israel has some sort of cure," Angel asked, "why did any of his boys die?"
"He was being raped," Fraklos instantly replied. "His plague still reacts in most ways as the normal plague, so it was weakened by the stress he was under."

"Hold on," Seneca spoke up. "You mean Israel is right? Stressing males is killing us off?"

"Please correct me if I'm wrong, but are we saying that Carabolix 37, the correct application of Carabolix 37, creates a virus that kills the Gender Plague in males during their first year of life?" Capri requested to know.

"We would need to study it, but it looks that way," Fraklos took the leap.

"Where do we put him?" Agent Vabishi murmured.

"Oh, I have no idea what time it is, but I need to help Ms. O'Hara move into my place before my date with Ms. Sano at six," I declared as I stood up.

"You can't possibly believe we will let you just walk out of here," a different agent regarded me with disbelief.

"I got this one," Capri stood by my side. "When did you learn for a fact that we were dying out as a species?" she addressed the feds.

"We were read in this afternoon," Dimples replied. By 'read in' she meant told about the Big Lie the government was involved in concerning our collapsing population.

"Where are you going to put him where he is safer than in the public eye?" Capri stated. "Any secret installation you put him in is the end of the line for the rest of us. Right Shelia?"

She was looking at her tablet, unresponsive.

"But he is our best bet to end the curse of the Gender Plague," Fraklos begged.

"We don't know that," Dimples interrupted Capri. "All we know is that he can save his own offspring, that's all. We know that if there are any doses of Carabolix 37 left, Dr. Fremont is hiding them, along with the research. Can anyone think of a reason we can legally hold Mr. Jensen? Does anyone believe he hasn't fully cooperated with the National Security inquiry?"

"Mr. Jensen, Israel, have you fully cooperated with my investigation?" Shelia Montanyard asked me. It was a formality. I could lie and they wouldn't call me on it. They had no real choice. I knew the feeling and I would be damned if I perpetuated it.

"No. I haven't told you everything," I said calmly. Capri grunted.

"When Dr. Fremont told me about Carabolix 37 she made me relive that memory with the Aurora Slasher, at her mercy, down in her basement. Between that and the beating Magdalena had inflicted on me, it broke me. I'm never going to get my mind back." I looked at them. They didn't know what to make of my little confession.

"But, it showed me the memories of what the Slasher did to me are still inside and when I can, I'll try to go back to them and figure out each and every thing she did to me that might have influenced why the Carabolix didn't kill me. Maybe we can save a few others," I trembled.

"It most likely won't make a difference," Shelia pierced me.

"If I fight, they win. If I don't fight, they win. All I can do is take the best course of action that I can live with," I tried to explain. It was strange to watch them soak in those words. They were winners. Even among women, they were the ones who always came out on top. They were also smart and the enormity of the task ahead gave them pause. Except Dimples.

"I'm satisfied," Shelia announced. "We'll be in touch if we need any more information, Mr. Jensen."

"Thanks, Shelia," I mumbled. Then my mind flipped. "Shelia, get Ms. Silverhorn and her team their jobs back. I don't care if you have to send Dimples down and personally kick some heads in or shove Isobel into a dirigible heading for the Artic, just do it."

"Any other suggestions on how I should accomplish that, such as ways that don't break the law?" Shelia smirked. That was it. We were all in it now.

"Tell the Mayor I'm coming back to work tomorrow," I grinned weakly. "Tell her if she agrees to pardon Francesca, you'll stop me." She nodded. Words weren't necessary.

(Moving In and Later)

To keep all those plates spinning in the air, we all had to go back to our lives. For Capri and me, that meant being unemployed (technically we were both suspended without pay until a review was performed). For me it was obvious, I had pulled a 'Prophet of Doom' on the world stage. I was curious as to Capri's final sin. She made it easy.

"I told my boss that I prayed to God she was transgender because if she (her boss) was born a woman, I was seeking out gender-reassignment out of shame," Capri informed me, "with my outdoor voice and her door open." Yeah, that would have done it.

"Do you think she is a tranny?" I inquired. Women occasionally attempted to outwardly look like men for reasons I couldn't explain.

"Nah," Capri snickered. "She's self-conscious about her narrow hips looking too masculine."

We were on the metro; I with three large bins stacked one on top of another in front of me. Capri had two over-stuffed dress bags hanging from one of the metro handholds. The car wasn't crowded, but circumstance wouldn't allow us to move if things looked bad.

"You are that nut from the TV this morning," a strange women pushed my shoulder. I had learned long ago to avoid women having a bad day. You couldn't win dealing with one if you were a guy. It was unlikely you could make her happy in a conventional manner so you sucked up the abuse and prayed she became bored or had an appointment somewhere else.

Capri didn't know about this behavior, or how female-male interactions worked.

"I bet your eye-care provider is pleased that you can recognize people from two meters away," Capri snapped back. The problem was one of numbers and Capri hadn't developed the awareness to understand that Grumpy wasn't alone in her dislike of me.

"Step off, you Cunt," the pissed off women snarled. She pushed Capri who clipped the crates and fell down. Had I my dowel, access to my hard-pressed courage and my back to anything other than more women, I would have shoved back. Instead, I did my best by shielding Capri's body so hopefully she could rise. I could attest to how painful having high heels stomp on your hands could be.

The woman having a bad day lost her fight with her anger. She hauled back and punched me. Or, she would have, but the blow never fell. I heard an 'ugh' and peeked back at my attacker.

"Have you donated blood recently?" a spooky calm voice requested of my attacker. I couldn't see the woman defending me, but she was holding the fist of my attacker a few centimeters from impact.

I knew that tone of voice though the speaker appeared a mystery. It was how the Aurora Slasher sounded whenever she was talking to herself. Totally ice calm.

"What?" the angry one blurted out.

"You never know when you might end up in intensive care, so it is always wise to donate blood under your name, so they have it in your type when you need it," my defender continued.

"Let go of her," a new woman chimed in. My defender let go, but at least I had Capri back on her feet and my hand over her mouth, stifling her curses.

"I can't believe they let a vicious, stupid bastard like you talk on the air," the first woman continued. I struggled for the words.

"I had to do what I thought was right," I responded.

"I can't believe they let you out of jail," she snapped. "Someone should correct you." My defender pushed forward so that her back was to me, but I had caught a look at her face. I felt terrified all over again. It was my first minder from Isobel's party. The one who talked to me.

"I need you to state your intentions at this time," my defender spoke loudly. "I will not let you hurt this man or his companion. If you plan to do so, you will need to get past me first." There were women behind us too, but the declaration was clear.

"Who are you?" a fourth woman demanded.

"You are not behaving in a civil manner so I chose not treat you civilly," my defender replied.

"Do you have a clue what is going on?" Capri hissed.

"I know her as one of Isobel Diaz's guards," I mumbled back. The woman took a second to quickly turn and face me. Her icy façade evaporated into a warm, comforting glow.

"It will be okay, Israel," she winked. "Bravo," and she turned back to face the mob alone. What the hell was I supposed to make of that? Isobel, Vanishers, FBI catchphrases, my lunch was trying to make an acidic comeback. The last bit was anti-climactic. Pre-rush hour commuters don't like getting into fights with someone who acts like they would gladly uses your polished skull as a decoration for Halloween.

They got pissy, they called the cops and nothing happened. Not 'nothing' as in the cops refused to show up. No, it was 'nothing' as in 'no service detected' on their phones. Dimples and Company and the G E D were wondering why they couldn't find the Vanishers, the Vanishers were jacking their tech.

They had jobs that allowed them access to critical information. They were walking around in plain sight. They weren't the Illuminati, they were next door neighbor Jill. Getting away from them was going to be a whole lot tougher than I thought, because they weren't hiding. They could simply walk up and take me with no one being the wiser. Oh, Shit.

She escorted Capri and me off at our metro stop. Before heading off her separate way, the protector introduced herself.

"I'm Zara," she shook Capri's hand. She took me by the elbow and pulled me slightly away.

"I'm glad you were chosen, Israel," she smiled. "We know what is going on and we are working hard to make sure you will be fine. Take care."

I nodded good-bye. What else could I do? My tax dollars, had I ever actually paid taxes, had turned that woman into a killing machine. I wouldn't put money on Zara being her real name either. Until a few minutes earlier, I thought my life was making progress. Now this.

"Man, she really likes you," Capri surprised me.

"What!" I gasped.

"Oh yeah," Capri watched Zara's retreating form. "I was afraid I would have to mop up the drool around the corners of her lips. She is definitely hot for you."

"You are not helping!" I yelled.

"Is there anything else I need to know about this woman?" Capri nudged me.

"Since I would be really upset having to identify your dismembered body at the morgue, no, there is nothing you need to know about Zara," I declared.

"You and your curse, God, I'm glad I'm not you," Capri remarked. "Being your friend is tough enough."

We moved Capri into her tiny room. She jokingly bitched about the size until she saw mine was no bigger. Capri had been lulled into a false sense of economic space by her status as a lawyer and the resultant apartment space Housing Authority had granted her. Since her living arrangements were courtesy of her job with the Public Defender's Office, she was days from eviction.

My position was secure because I was assigned my condo as a gender quota, not as a city employee. I reminded Capri of this gross unfairness.

"If I have to massage your testicles so we can make rent, well, let's leave it with my mom being more disappointed in me than normal," she laughed.

"Tell her you are living with a guy," I suggested. "That has to mean something."

"Good point. That's something my two perfect older sisters haven't managed to do," she conceded. "I know what she'll say, where are my grandchildren? With your poor decision making, I'm sure you picked a dud."

My whole body shook nervously. Capri looked at me with concern.

"I have an idea," I exhaled. I told her what it was and Capri nearly fell over, it was so irreverent. She called her mother and related her most recent tale of woe while her mother looked on in rapt attention.

"I love you, Mom," Capri ended the conversation.

"Keep in touch, Capri," her mother, Charlotte, murmured. "It was nice to meet you, Israel." The older woman was clearly floored as the connection died. See, the entire time Capri and her mother chatted, she was standing, her top half naked, facing the main screen with her lower body shielded by my sofa.

I stood behind Capri, my hands cupping and massaging Capri's breasts and nipples and masking them from view, this wasn't technically porn. Capri's flowing russet hair was pulled over her right shoulder so that I could continuously kiss her from the tip of her shoulder to her earlobe. Capri wiggled around. All I had on were gym shorts, and she extended her hand into the small space between us for me to shake.

"Thank you," she beamed. "We are even. I've waited my whole life to shove any accomplishment in my mother's face. Everything I've ever done, my older sisters did better. Every, single, time. Hey, up for doing my sisters?" I shook the hand.

"We'll have to create something new, in case they compare notes," I insisted.

It was liberating in a way that was nearly impossible to put into words. Sex wasn't fun with Capri, it was funny. It was jovial, nonsensical and teasing with a purpose toward comedy, not foreplay. I could display my body in a way that didn't leave me feeling vulnerable and afraid. I was a joke because I wanted to be a joke, not because I knew the world would see me that way.

We set up her oldest sister in the bathroom, complete with steamy condensation. Capri, dressed in frilly peach colored bra and panties was laying out her story of misfortune to her sister when the older sibling started lecturing Capri on God knows what. I walked in behind Capri. She was holding up her phone so that it caught me from jawline to mid-thigh.

I had a shirt and slacks on this time, so it wasn't overtly sexual. I rubbed behind her, giving the impression that bathroom was smaller than it was.

"Cologne, Babe," I 'informed' Capri of what I was reaching around her for. The sister grew silent. I kissed Capri on the top of her head. "Capri, we have some time," I hinted.

"Again?" Capri muttered in despair. "We just did it."

"I really need you," I purred. I took her left hand in my left and brought it to my crotch. Capri made sure to press the outline of my hard-on several times so that her sibling could see what, in theory, Capri was about to be 'getting again' real soon.

"Sorry, Sara (her older sister), I have to go. You know how pouty men become if they don't get what they want," Capri was very apologetic, and still massaging my manhood.

"Of course," Sara agreed. I doubt she had a clue about what made men pouty. Capri insisted that her 'younger' older sister would handle the next call. We had everything staged.

It was a close call, so to speak. I really had to get going to Kuiko's when the phone rang exhibiting Capri's other sister's number. After several rings,

"Hello, Israel Jensen," I answered.

"Hello Mr. Jensen, this is Melbane O'Hara. Is Capri O'Hara still there?" she asked.

"Um, she lives here," I appeared uncomfortable. I was on the screen from mid-torso to a few inches over my head.

"Oh, if she's not there, can you please tell me where she is," she requested sweetly.

"She's here, she's just, busy," I gulped.

"It is important," Melbane insisted.

"Okay," I sighed and then I looked down. Straight down. "Honey?" There was a slick, popping sound (Capri slurping on two of her fingers then quickly withdrawing them from her mouth) followed by the sound of my zipper going up. My cock had been perfectly safe.

Capri pulled herself up my body, stood to face her sister and wiped up some drool from around her lips.

"Yes, Melbane, what is it?" Capri grumbled.

"What were you doing?" Melbane was aghast.

"Getting an early start on dinner," Capri snapped. "What does it look like I'm doing?"

"You, what, you have a boyfriend?" Melbane stuttered. "You have a good-looking boyfriend?"

"Yeah, and his cock is almost eight inches long and 'this' big around," Capri made a circle with her thumb and finger. She may have exaggerated, a bit.

"But, but why weren't you having intercourse?" Melbane begged to understand.

"Oh no," I interjected. "No vaginal ejaculations from me until she gets a job."

"Ugh," Capri sighed. "Until then it is all 'mouth and ass, mouth and ass.’ I swear, if he wakes me up in the middle of the night going 'let's 69' one more time, I'll scream."

"My vagina is sore from all the sex. I didn't know a vagina could get over-sexed. Melbane, does your vagina ever get too much sex?" Capri sounded intensely worried.

"I can, check with people," Melbane evaded.

"All I know is my lips are starting to chap and my ass hurts when I sit down," Capri groaned.

"I shouldn't complain too much," she became all dreamy-eyed. "I mean, it tastes divine, creamy and rich plus just a bit salty, yummy. I'm sure you know all about that. Speaking of which, I need a pick-me-up right now. Talk to you later Melbane, by the way, why did you call?"

"I wanted to be sure you were being presentable, despite your difficulties," Melbane recovered. That was bull. She suspected her sister was lying and this was a call to catch her off-guard.

"I am presented with a difficulty right now, so I'll call you later once I'm done," Capri waved off her middle sibling. With that the connection died.

Capri proceeded to do a spasmodic happy dance all over my inadequate living room. This was the morale boost we needed, to conquer a long term foe. In her case, it was getting one over on her mother and siblings who had always tried to make her feel insufficient in some way. For me, it was a fear of flirting. I had sexually teased several women, even if by live video, and gotten away with it.

We got away with it because the only sex you had to register was vaginal ejaculation. That's why I didn't have to let Bethany scan me this morning and why Capri's family couldn't check up on her by way of my wristband. Anal and oral sex weren't unknown, just unlikely. You couldn't repopulate the human race by tantalizing some girl's taste buds, so only a vaginal deposit qualified you for your 28 day duty.

There were girls (and guys) who liked anal sex but the rule was 'VBA', vaginal before anal. There was the added complication that if you were going to shoot off twice, society wanted you to pick two different girls, not two different holes on the same girl. The trifecta was being crushingly selfish.

All that rolled back to me, Angel and Saturday morning. On one hand, she'd brought a guy to fruition, four times, and all in the right place. Still, there was this feeling that somewhere along the line, you know, maybe after round two, could she have called a friend over to share in her good fortune?

Roni was right across the hall and Kuiko would have burrowed through the ceiling or floor like a gopher to get some. I was sure some of her cop buddies were jokingly saying 'bitch, we are on speed dial' or something like that. That I would want to switch up, or that I wouldn't want to, probably didn't enter their minds.

Thankfully, Angel cared about me and my feelings so that situation never came up. Fortunately for me, Capri was funny, Kuiko and Aniqua were patient, Roni paid attention and Venus and Samantha were coming around. Francesca, if I was lucky, she'd never see me again. The only thing I'd done for her was give her the choice between doing what you do to get by versus doing for the World.

Capri ushered me out the door for my rendezvous with Kuiko. Because my social life was as subtle as a mac-truck, there were only eight women in the hallway between my second story condo and hers on the poolside-first floor. I found myself involuntarily slowing down as I approached her door.

'Maybe she's forgotten our date and gone out with friends,' a voice in my head said. 'No way,' a second voice replied. 'She's probably a horny little rabbit ready to pounce on us, stalking on the other side of the door.' 'Idiot, rabbits don't pounce and even if they did pounce, you can't pounce and stalk at the same time.'

'Israel, you need to stop listening to the, crazier, voices in your head,' a fourth voice suggested.

"That's damn right," I muttered out loud. I rang Kuiko's bell. The door lock clicked inside of a second, but the door only opened a few centimeters.

I opened it slowly. The first thing to assault my senses was the smell of burning scented candles, nightmares of Bethanies past. As the door opened further, I realized the room beyond had been dimmed to the 'last rays of sunset' setting. This was offset by something like a billion candles alight throughout Kuiko's living room, hallway and kitchen.

Kuiko had taken Friday off for me and I was willing to wager she'd taken a half-day today because, well, because she was posing before me, right hand on her hip, hip tilted to an angle and left hand raised upward and resting on the wall. Her skin has an oily sheen to it, her hair had been done up in a neo-classic Japanese style.

I was willing to bet she'd waxed, ugh, everywhere, her toe and fingernails were done in a brownish pink color that melded well with her skin tone. Her make-up was professionally done, right down to the heavy eyelids and long lashes. I knew all of this because the only thing Kuiko had on was this tiny red teddy that was effectively transparent.

It exposed her upper sternum and stomach, being held together by a bright red bow. Her bottoms were of the same material and theme. There was a small, red silk flower that covered her vulva but that was all. I recalled having adolescent wet dreams about girls dressed this way. Currently I was dealing with my deep psychological problems concerning girls looking hot, adorable, cute, seductive and pretty, and causing me intense anguish.

Waging war with those demons was another adolescent fantasy, you don't abandon your friends. It was simple, childish and not something I had believed in for a long time. But Kuiko was my friend and it would crush her if I fled. She wouldn't hold me accountable; she had good instincts were my flaws were concerned. That made me want to fight harder.

A chaotic idea rocked through this maelstrom, 'had Kuiko blown her entire life savings for one lousy hour with me?'

"Too much?" Kuiko trembled. She looked to be ready to run away in fear too.

"No!" I espoused. "You are, beautiful, sexy, beyond fantastic," I praised her.

Like flipping the switch on the Presidential Christmas Tree, Kuiko's whole body came vibrantly alive. She pushed off the wall, took a quarter step then paused.

"Hugs?" she pleaded.

"No," I replied. Kuiko was confused. I opened my arms. "Hugs?" It was the reverse of my bylaws.

Kuiko grinned broadly and nodded repeatedly. I stepped to her and wrapped her up in a snug embrace. If my cock hadn't been aroused before, having my small Asian companion vibrating happily against me would have done the job.

"I like the way you normally smell, but this is nice too," I murmured.

"Oh, I had this stuff lying around," she giggled into my chest.

"Planning to burn down the East Side?" I joked. It was the wrong thing to say.

"Too much?" Kuiko looked up at me. "I can put them out," she tried to pull away. "I can put something else on. We can do the whole door-thing again. I'll put on work clothes, or pajamas, tell me what to wear," she was panicking.

"Stop!" I insisted. Kuiko froze. "You are acting so sexy right now. If you keep it up, we are going to have sex right here, right now, on the floor, I don't want that." I had confused her again. "If you don't be quiet, I am going to take you back to your bedroom, tie you up and lick every inch of your body."

Kuiko blinked. She had to mentally digest my threat. The problem was the nature of my threat, it wasn't, threatening. Even if she messed up she had my promise of being sexed up.

"You swear?" she whispered.

"You talked," I chastised her. "I need to teach you a lesson."

Take in mind that I had been bound and dominated in my life, very much against my will and I would never have that level of trust to be that vulnerable again. I hardly saw me going down that road with another person with me in the dominant role. As my unpleasant encounter with Troy Berry's dark desires had taught me, women could cautiously explore other aspects of their sexuality.

I could role-play. I kept promising myself that. From the look of tearful joy in Kuiko, she was totally onboard with my little play acting. I pushed her backward gently then tried to kick the door shut. The shitty construction of my housing complex continued to plague me. The door shut too quickly so it popped back open.

Kuiko reached around me and shut the door with an expert touch then returned to her position in front of me with eager expectation. I could do this.

"What are you so happy about, Ms. Sano?" I barked. She tried to look suitably afraid but she wasn't going to win an Oscar with that performance.

The layout of these condos came in two forms and Kuiko and I shared the same design. I half-turned her around then led or pushed her to the arm of the sofa before bringing us back face to face.

"Don't move," I whispered into her ear. Cupping her jaw with both hands I tilted Kuiko's face up for a kiss. I went back for long seconds and thirds.

Kuiko tried to follow me up after that last kiss. I slipped past her, kissed her neck then the nape of her neck. I nibbled my way down to her little red bow, kissed it then moved my head over to her right nipple, still covered by her imaginary teddy.

"Perfect," I blew onto the nipple. It was nice and firm, as thick as her pinkie, but a dark, dark brown with a puffy areola. I kissed the nipple through the fabric.

"Perfect," I breathed on the left nipple before kissing it. Kuiko began sobbing.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry," she wept. I did the only thing I could think of, I ignored her.

When my lips reached the top of the belly button, her cries turned to whimpers. By the time I began rolling her panties down, the air was rich with her aroma.

I positioned her ass against the armrest of the sofa, pushing her back as I did so. With a hand supporting her mid-spine, I pressed her over until she was reclining on her shoulders and looking up at me. Her tears had made a mess of her make-up. I finished pulling her panties up and cavalierly tossed them aside.

I knew I had kindled a passion in her but I didn't know how fiery she had become. I took a few tentative licks, parting her labia when Kuiko gave a hand-muffled howl and hit her orgasm. For several seconds she thrashed about.

"No, no, no," she repeatedly wept. Once more, I ignored her.

I started gently licking up all her fluids as if nothing was wrong, because there wasn't. This was totally natural and I could best express this to Kuiko by turning her embarrassment into her pleasure. With broad strokes of my tongue, I gathered up her juice, even the two drops slowly making their way toward her belly.

"Tasty," I grumbled as I made eye contact with Kuiko. "I want more. Are you going to give me more?" Kuiko nodded once, blinked away some of the tears then nodded twice more. I gave her stiff button one long lick then grinned at her wickedly. "Get to it then," I teased. Forcing Kuiko to give me another orgasm wasn't my goal.

It was for her to not focus on her misconception of what she was doing wrong, but to try to do something she thought was right so I could concentrate on her. At the point of her frustration,

"I love the way your vagina is undulating. I've never felt that before," I related to Kuiko as I teased her labia with my teeth.

"Eek," she squealed. She was failing to orgasm. She knew she was failing to please me, but then she was. Her over-concentration slipped and she let her organic reactions take over. She was huffing, her legs began switching and her stomach pulsed. Kuiko hissed from deep within her abdomen then thrust her hips up against my face rapidly and repeatedly.

I cleaned up her nethers with my tongue, avoiding her clit. When I finished, I met Kuiko's hungry gaze again.

"You have been holding out on me," I glared suspiciously. Kuiko's eyes opened fully. I pulled her up by her arms until she was sitting on the sofa's arm, our bodies close together.

I wedged my hand between her until I had a finger inside a hot wet tunnel.

"You are not letting me put my cock in this poon," I pointed out. Kuiko shook her head.

"Oh, now you are teasing me. Bad Girl!" I growled. "This is my cunt, understand?" She blinked a few times then nodded, a lot.

"You are being very bad now," I declared. I was still fingering  her hot womb up front and now I reached around and began squeezing each ass cheek and running my fingers along her crack. Kuiko was at a loss for a response. "I need to teach you a lesson." Kuiko's mouth opened then shut. "I clearly need to teach you more than one lesson, don't I?"

Kuiko nodded timidly.

"You're thinking one or two lessons, I can tell," I glared angrily. "Bad Girl. You are trying to trick me. No, I won't be fooled. I know it will take at least ten lessons, more like twenty. Do you think twenty will be enough to teach you this is my cunt?"

Kuiko got it. She shook her head in the negative. "No," she whispered.

"You are right, it will take at least thirty lessons to teach you because you are such a tricky, sexy, erotic girl, and very, very Bad." Kuiko lost it. She wrapped her arms around my chest and her legs around my waist.

"I'm bad, I'm bad, I'm a bad, bad girl," she giggle and wept simultaneously. I cupped each ass cheek, lifted her up and began making my way back to her bedroom. I followed the burning trail of candles to the correct one. Kuiko had to have disconnected the smoke detectors or we would have been doused in fire suppressant by now.

I placed Kuiko on her bed. She started to recline, but I stopped her.

"Hey, I want to unwrap my present now," I insisted. Kuiko reached for her teddy's bow. "No, I'm not going to be able to enjoy my present with my clothes on. What are you going to do about that?" Kuiko's face exploded in a smile.

She stood up and started lifting my t-shirt over my head. Inspirationally, she kissed each of my nipples but otherwise left my bruised flesh alone. My shirt was gone, so she knelt before me. My slacks came down and my cock popped out. Despite all my clothing absolutes, I was going without underwear for the first time in three years. Kuiko meant that much to me.

She kissed my tip after being mesmerized by my cockhead. A kiss to the base of my head followed.

"No, you don't," I commanded. The role-reversal was dizzying. "I want my present and I want my cunt, right now." Kuiko went from worried (her nightmare cock sucking experiences) to elated.

I pulled her into a standing position, gave her a deep French kiss then took a step back. Reflexively, Kuiko grabbed my cock, trying to keep me in place. I ignored her. Instead, I slowly reached for a bow, making a production of the whole act and drawing Kuiko's gaze in. I was symbolically applauding her choice of clothing.

The ribbon gave way and I gently brushed her teddy aside.

"Ah, there you are," I moaned as each nipple came into unobstructed view. I knelt between her legs which she opened wider to accommodate me. I started by pressing the very tip of my tongue against the tip of her left nipple, pushing it in.

The lips closing around the engorged teat came next, playing around with the tissue while Kuiko moaned. I finally engulfed the nipple and areola before upping my suction. She was squirming all over the place, whimpering and hiccupping. When I sucked in as much as the breast as I could, Kuiko slipped her control and wrapped up my head in her arms.

I worked my face over the right breast and played around a little longer, but I wanted to continue so I eventually reached up and blindly pinched her nose.

"Oops," Kuiko mumbled.

"My cunt," I reminded her. "Clearly thirty lessons won't be enough. Do we have to go for thirty-five?"

Kuiko looked ecstatic.

"You know, if we end up at 52 lessons, Angel will get suspicious," I related. She tried desperately to look guilty, sorry, or apologetic, but was failing. I pushed her back to the bed, angled toward the pillows then crawled on top of her.

I didn't rush straight to penetration. She was warmed up and ready to go, but she deserved every bit of romance I could yank free from my madness. We kissed and kissed and kissed. Her hips were moving against me and she was giving those deep "ahs' of contentment. I had her so deeply invested in our coitus that my scepre penetrated her and was over an inch inside of her when she noticed.

"Sex," she exulted excitedly.

"You are talking," I chastised her. "That's thirty-six."

"Sex, sex, sex," she giggled.

"You are impossible, funny, and wonderful, Kuiko Sano," I laughed.

"Sex, sex, sex," she snickered back at me.

"I am going to have to really work on my punishment-reward system," I faux-groaned. I felt really proud of my little victory with Kuiko. It had come from a special place in my soul, my capacity to give happiness to another. That was a power I could embrace.

Before the first full stroke, Kuiko's sexual anxiety was vanquished. It was the sensual embrace of what the body experienced during the act of sex. She could feel my presence deeply sliding up her walls. Her feet dragging up my thighs felt the hair on my legs, her lips tasted my breath, my mouthwash and her own lipstick that she'd transferred to me, and her nose could scent our mingled sweat, candles, body oils and my body soap.

Our aroma and fluids were going to soak her sheets, her sheets, in her room, with her rolling around with a man having long, languid intercourse. She could, would and had performed and performed wondrously. My noises, my body movements all assured her she was pleasing me too. When I had my entirety inside of her and our pelvises rested together, Kuiko sighed erotically.

Conversation failed us. Kuiko was obviously horny and I'd been fighting a hard-on since I walked through the door. Inside five minutes I was bucking against her desperately.

"I'm, I'm cumming," I warned her through clenched teeth. Kuiko responded by grabbing my head with both hands and kissing the hell out of me.

Even as I exploded into Kuiko, she kept our embrace. She was still keeping hold of me even as she screamed into her own orgasm. It felt great. It was sharing, me with her and her with me. As we both struggled for breath, I tried to roll off her to the side.

"Don't go," Kuiko begged.

"I'm not leaving," I assured her.

"No, I want you to stay on top of me, for a little while longer," she pleaded.

"Oh, that's thirty-seven," I snickered. She put her hands on my lower back. She would have grabbed my ass if she could have reached, no doubt.

Had she wrapped me up with her legs, that would have freaked me out a little, but the hands were playful enough to not set me off.

"Not letting you go," Kuiko announced triumphantly.

"Be careful, Angel has a taser and a gun," I cautioned.

"Ouch," Kuiko pouted. She was getting what she wanted, me to stay on top of her, and I was willing to let her play this out. "Maybe I need to rethink this."

"You are so cute when you furrow your brow in concentration," I teased.

"Are you really going to, come back?" Kuiko hesitated.

"No, no you don't," I grumbled. Kuiko was now looking for the angle. "I get thirty-seven dates and you can't stop me," I insisted. I bumped my pelvic hump against her. "Whose cunt?"

 Kuiko teared-up and turned her head to the side. "Your cunt," she whispered.

I wiggled my hips around and my cock responded to the stimulation by rebounding to action.

"That didn't sound very convincing," I accused her. I moved in very slowly with very short strokes as my sceptre grew harder. "Not very convincing at all." I built up our tempo. Kuiko turned back to look at me. "I want to hear you scream it," I teased. Kuiko released her passion and came at me with renewed aggression.

We whispered each other's names, spoke then and finally began screaming them. We had yelled each other hoarse by the time Kuiko came again. Her grip on me was exhausted and weak but I felt she wanted me to continue until I planted more of my seed into her. This time there was no stopping me from rolling over.

I couldn't have supported my weight above her and we were both drenched in sweat. Still panting, she looked to me.

"Thirty-seven?" she mumbled. I nodded. "I'll make out my will."

She smiled happily. "Okay, when I can get out of bed, I'll make out my will." She began giggling.

"What?" I snickered too. She was contagious.

"A week ago," she guffawed, "I was a law-abiding citizen. Now I want to go kick some cop ass."

"I saw Angel get in a fight today. Trust me, you don't want to do that," I panted. "Kuiko, thank you."

"What for?" she huffed.

"For the great sex, of course," I studied her. "I had a wonderful time. You made me feel appreciated and human." Kuiko's eyes grew large then the tears began.

"I'm sorry, you're welcome. I wish I wasn't crying," she gulped. "Why am I crying?"

"I'm the one who should be crying," I wrapped her up in my arms, side to side, facing one another. "I'm the one who wants to have sex with you again, but we don't have the time tonight." Kuiko looked down and sure enough, my shaft was twitching to life. The hug became a stifling full-body hug. I fought down the panic. The alarm went off. Huh?

"Oh," Kuiko groaned. "I set the alarm. You have five minutes to get to your home."

"Five?" I asked. She nodded. I pushed Kuiko on her back and began ravishing her left nipple. Within seconds, her legs were moving languorously as she became more aroused. At the three minute mark, I finally broke contact.

"You are being so mean to me," I groaned.

"Huh?" Kuiko mumbled through her sexual haze.

"These nipples. To make it up to me, the next ten times we are in private or semi-private surroundings, you are going to give me free access to these delicious nipples," I demanded.

"Oh," she gave a fatigued smile. "I must be really bad."

"You are the worst," I agreed. "Luscious, graceful, delectable, heavenly, lovely and savory all at the same time."

"A man has never described me that way with any of those words, much less all of them," she sighed. "It feels better because I know you are honest."

I slipped over Kuiko, sat on the edge and began putting my clothes on.

"Israel, I, I, I am grateful," Kuiko murmured.

"You don't need to be grateful," I touched her hand. "Men and women, this is how we are supposed to be."

"You really think so?" she inquired softly.

"I would like to think that is how we are supposed to be," I admitted. "There is a ton of misery out there. There should be some love too." I finished getting dressed. I handed her phone to her, then held out my wristband. She fumbled with her app and scanned, with a grin so large. "I have to go. Do you, ah, want to see me out?"

"Nah, I'm good. I'm just going to lie here and stare at the ceiling a bit," she sighed. I gave her a final, tender kiss then headed. "I love you," she whispered. I wish I hadn't heard that. I hoped she meant it to be unheard. I walked to the living room and into Aniqua on the couch.

"Ah, hi?" I muttered.

"Hey, Israel," she grinned.

"Been here long?" I asked.

"About half an hour," her eyes blazed. Oh God, she'd been audio witness to a whole hell of a lot.

"Well, I got to go," I excused myself and fled out the door.

"Bye," Aniqua got in her parting shot. I made it back to my place with notice, but once inside the conversation stopped. Samantha and Venus were lounging on the floor. Capri was in the kitchen; I suspected preparing us dinner.

Samantha and Venus were eating some Chinese takeout, but Venus popped up and sped my way.

"Can I have a hug?" she smiled with eyes of fire. I choked back my fear and nodded. She wasn't gentle, like Kuiko. This was a tight body press, full of sensual desire and lust. It took me a second to reciprocate.

I put pressure on her lower back and petted her hair because that was what she enjoyed during Sunday's massage. We parted after ten long (for me) seconds.

"You fucked the shit out of her, didn't you?" Venus sniffed me like a true predator.

"I need to take a shower," I evaded.

"Before you work out?" Venus taunted me. "Oh, is 'Red' really your lawyer, and your roommate?"

"Maybe not, and yes, she's my roommate and she's unemployed, like me, and needed a place before she gets tossed out of her domicile," I explained.

"Are they going to kick you out too?" Samantha became concerned.

"No," Capri called out from the kitchen. "He has a cock, he stays."

"If you need a job," Venus kept looking at me like a cat treat, "you can come to work with me."

"What would I do?" I sighed. I suspected I already knew the answer.

"Oh, the girls and I will think of something," Venus teased.

"Venus, getting a job solely on the fact that I have a cock, kind of short-circuits my whole reason for rebelling," I reminded her.

"Well, you can't blame a girl for trying," she scratched under my chin before returning to her spot.

'Yes, Venus, I can,' I thought. I wasn't going to have that argument. Instead, bowing to the dermal detriment of taking a shower at that moment and again when I got back from the gym, I retreated to my room, changed into gym clothes and took a breather sitting on my bed.

"Dinner," Capri shouted.

I came out to face fish sticks, carrots & peas, and half a baked potato with bacon and cheese. It made it more difficult to eat, concentrate on eating and digesting, but I joined Capri on the sofa and dug in. Capri wasn't the problem, Venus and Samantha looked like they wanted to cover me in cheese then lick me clean.

"Israel," Capri mumbled through a mouthful of fish sticks, "when you get back from the gym, can I suck you off again?" I nearly died, first from fright then from hilarity.

"Wha, how come she gets to give you a blowjob?" Venus exploded. Samantha was clearly of the same mind.

"Yeah", I looked at Capri after I swallowed. "Why do you get to?"

"I haven't had sexual contact with you in the past four hours," Capri kept eating away, lying and looking forward at Venus and Samantha, not at me. "That has to count for something."

"Wait!" Samantha rose to her knees. "I haven't touched you yet either."

"Oh, God, don't tell me a hug counts," Venus groaned. Capri gulped down her food, grinned evilly then turned to me.

"Damn Israel, clearly intelligence is not a deciding factor on who you plan to breed with," Capri chortled.

"Capri, that's cold," I tried not to smile, unsuccessfully.

"Listen you," Venus stood up in a fury, "don't fuck with us like that," she addressed Capri.

"Huh?" Samantha was playing catch-up. "It was a joke?"

"Yes, Samantha, that was a joke. I'm not going to go wading in your little breeding pool," Capri pledged. "I'm his lawyer."

"You say that now," Venus menaced, "But the first time you catch him in the shower, that legal principle will go flying straight out the window."

"Hold on," I stood up. "I am not a chew toy. I will sleep with who I chose, when I chose, unless they turn me down." That absurdity cooled things off.

After that, we were able to move on to more pleasant subjects. Samantha was a house painter and Venus installed home appliances including home gyms. She was able to go to some nice houses while Samantha worked on a few interesting pre-Plague buildings. I thought we were integrating nicely when Capri smacked me in the back of the head.

"What the hell?" I cringed away from her. Me, women and violence were a bad mix.

"What did I tell you?" Capri growled at me. I kept trying to back through the arm of the sofa and run for my room.

"Ah,” I mumbled.

"Have ‘less impressive sex’!" she yelled at me.

"Woman, what are you babbling about?" Venus rose. She had realized the unexpected attack was causing me to collapse inward. "Stop hitting him."

"Kuiko finally posted her review of your boy Israel," Capri growled at me.

It took Capri backing off and some deep breathing by me to push my perceptions to re-encompass reality. Samantha and Venus were already ratcheted to their phones, looking up Kuiko's comments on my sexual performance.

"Israel, I apologize for my aggressiveness," Capri whispered. "I thought we had an agreement."

"No," I gasped back, "we did not have an agreement, how bad is it?" Capri showed me her screen.

The start of Kuiko's review: "I have been lying in bed for the last half hour because the series of orgasms that rocked my body left me unable to move. Oh; my; god. After spending one hour with Israel Jensen I know that if I die now, all my wishes will have been fulfilled."

I cried. I literally broke down in tears and sobbed. Kuiko had inscribed over 700 words that elevated our one hour encounter to near legendary status. I didn't understand. We had some foreplay and a bit of sex, that was all. I slapped some mental jigsaw pieces together and rallied to make sense of this disaster.

Kuiko was passionate, romantic and unrestrained in her impulses. She probably thought this was praise, an erotic 'thank you' for something she valued. She didn't mean kick me in my psychic testes. My eyes were crossed and I was whimpering on the inside, but she'd meant it as a tribute. I was putting my bio-systems under control when the bell rang. It was Kuiko and Aniqua.

I snatched Capri's arm before she vaulted off the sofa.

"Don't go after Kuiko over this," I pleaded. Capri spun on me, her countenance twisted up and then she let the anger fade from her face.

"I, okay Israel. Deal with it your way," Capri sat back down.

The door opened right after the second ring. Aniqua appeared happy to see me. Kuiko was bouncing on the balls of her feet.

"We thought you might want company at the gym," Aniqua said.

"Hug!" Kuiko begged.

"Why don't we step inside for a moment first," I suggested. I had to put events in perspective. Angel was going to pummel Kuiko, no doubt. Capri wouldn't be able to keep her disgust with her in check. There would be confusion and jealousy. Pieces were falling apart. I had to fix things. I shut the door once the two ladies stepped inside. Think, think, think.

"Nice one," Venus teased Kuiko.

"Kuiko, we are in a semi-private setting," I told my Asian friend. It took her a second then she got really excited. She had on a black sports bra which she quickly rolled up.

"What the,” Venus muttered.

"You were bad," I teased Kuiko. She nodded vigorously. I reached down, put my hands on her ass shorts and pulled her up and against the wall by the door. When her right breast was at the correct height, I began giving the nipple feather-light kisses. Each touch of my lips was a tiny bit stronger and lasted a little bit longer.

Kuiko wove her legs around my hips, her heels digging into my ass and her hands on my shoulder to help support her weight.

"Your cunt, your cunt, your cunt," she breathed into my ear. It took me a second.

"You are talking again," I enounced in a loud voice. "You realize this nipple punishment doesn't count then, don't you? Bad, very bad girl."

She clamped a hand over her mouth. Kuiko really needed to take some acting lessons if we were going to play out this shared fantasy among friends.

"What the fuck!" Venus yelped. "Punishment, that's punishment? When the hell did this happen and why is he telling her what to do?"

Angel, Capri and Kuiko kinda, sorta understood my issues. Venus was in the vast majority that didn't. She liked me. She certainly liked my reviews, but she was mentally invested in this society. She was in my domicile so she was going to get sex. I invited her in so intercourse was a given; if not right now, soon.

Women were hunters and men were their reward. It was the way things worked in her mind and in the mind of millions of women all over the country. We were free, Venus wasn't an abuser, but once we invited a women into our presence, we surrendered all other control. I had directed Debra in what to do, but the choice of what to do had always been hers. My performance was an absolute must.

Me bringing Kuiko to task was the opposite of that. I was clearly dominating her both socially and physically and I was stacking eroticism into the mix. To pile on the bizarre, I was 'taking' sexual favors from a female. My punishment was a joke, but Kuiko was still having to submit to a male and appease me with her body.

More and more of Kuiko's breast disappeared into my mouth. I was noisily smacking my lips, suckling and making the most enjoyable noises that spilled forth from my heart. I let Kuiko grind against me until her muffled cries of pleasure became clearly audible then stopped. She slid back down my body until she was able to put her feet on the ground.

Kuiko clutched me a few seconds longer, breathing heavily against my chest.

"I hope you've learned your lesson," I scolded Kuiko. "Next time it will be both nipples and I'll take my damn time, so don't say I didn't warn you." Kuiko looked up, smiled and nodded.

"God, I want to be bad," Samantha whimpered. I gingerly rolled Kuiko's bra back into place.

Going to the gym was a relief from the tension back at my place. I mentally debated how hard I should argue with Kuiko and Aniqua to let me return home alone, but my nerves were frayed and my energy was dwindling. Walking through the door enlightened me to all kinds of things. The heat told me my condo was over-occupied, the chatter dying down informed me that the TV was on and a heated conversation was going on, and, as the old refrain went, I wanted to run away, but where would I go?

Angel and Seneca where there, it wasn't past midnight, oh, they'd been called into work early, so they had been let off early, got it. Venus and Samantha had brought chairs up from their condos so they wouldn't have to sit on my floor anymore, or their floors. Seneca had my comfy chair, Angel and Capri held the couch, Roni was on the floor leaning against the sofa, so Aniqua and Kuiko would have to fend for themselves.

At least the far corner of the room where I normally hid out was uncluttered. Eight days ago I walked into this place. It felt like a shoddy prison, but I was alone inside. Now? What had gone so wrong with my life that I had to walk over people to get to my God damn corner of floor space?

The icing on the cake was that no one seemed happy. Correction, Kuiko and Aniqua were happy, but I had little hope of them remaining that way. The greetings poured in. I found myself edging along the back wall so I could make a break for the kitchen. After I got a cold drink of water I could, crawl under the sink or something.

"Israel, they are talking about you on TV," Angel rasped bitterly. "They are making you out to be some kind of crackpot."

"Honey, Angel, I am some kind of crackpot. I simply happen to be a crackpot that's right," I assuaged her anger.

"Are you going to nipple-lick Kuiko again?" Venus glared at me.

"What?" Angel spewed her juice.

"Ugh," I grunted. I did not want to have that discussion at that moment.

"It is not what you think," Capri tried to intervene. "He was punishing her, for her review."

"What?" now Angel glared at me.

"Ugh," I repeated. I didn't want to do this.

"I was a bad girl," Kuiko chirped.

"Damn it!" Angel stood and started coming at me.

"Oh, fuck," I groaned quietly. Angel took a few steps then hovered just out of reach.

"Ah, Israel, you are free to do whatever you want," Angel searched for some calm.

"And you are free to stop me," I answered. The anger didn't leave Angel, but it started receding into the background of our affection.

"I don't understand any of you," Venus threw up her hands. "When do I get a crack at him?"

"When he feels you've earned it," Roni answered first.

"When is that going to be?" Venus was petulant.

"Soon," I promised. "First I need a shower, then heal up a bit and then you and I need to discuss some issues."

"Like what?" Venus was still angry, but now she had renewed hope.

"Fatherhood for starters," I replied. That stopped most of the women. Of course we would have sex and the logical conclusion to plentiful sex was offspring. That I would be hanging around for the whole child-rearing experience wasn't something that had occurred to them.

I got my ice water, took my shower and then pulled out my parka and thermal underwear. Sure, it was over 85 degrees in my living room, but this was the only armor I had. Defeated by the knowledge that passing out from heat stroke wouldn't solve anything, I put on some pajamas and returned to the gathering.

The unsettled atmosphere of the room jumped on me as I tried to take my seat. Capri and Angel wanted me to sit between them. That wasn't happening. My mental construct was the Wicker Man and those two ladies were on fire. Besides that, I had almost forgotten I was a celebrity, in the same vein as Louis David Riel and Guy Fawkes.

Every talking head from coast to coast agreed that I was in dire need of medication. That didn't surprise me. What did was the horoscope projections that the male population was as low as 7%. I didn't believe it was that bad yet. The debate wasn't about what to do, but how to do it. The male-friendly side said we should 'encourage' men to frolic more and take more aphrodisiacs.

If the males failed to play along, or failed to play along in enough numbers (which really meant 'unless we all played along'), then they should forcefully dose us. The conservatives demanded the men start being dosed now. After being dosed, men wouldn't care that their rights were being trampled, we would be too busy humping the umbrella stand.

Only a talk show out of Mexico City had a shred of reality attached to it. You had your 'Save Society Now' proponent, a 'be nice to guys until we have to crack them over the head' spokeswoman and lastly a neurologist from Texas, all teleconferenced, of course. After watching the first two rant for a while and letting the male mediator smile banally while his future was being sliced and diced, the doctor spoke up.

"Do any of you know what you are talking about?" she asked sternly. "Don't answer because it is clear you don't. What do you think happens to the brain when you bombard it with neurochemicals? I'll tell you, it doesn't solve the root problem, it masks it. If your male is depressed, pumping his brain up until he smiles doesn't make his depression go away."

"Now your man is both depressed and overly happy. The physical side effects of these drugs are also very bad. Ulcers, liver damage, kidney damage, heart murmurs and the list goes on and on. They have headaches, hair loss, irritable bowel syndrome and weight loss or gain," she added.

"Men are being dosed all the time and society doesn't see that happening," the conservative countered.

"One, you are wrong, it happens all the time in my practice," the doctor stated. "Besides, we aren't talking about men with some sort of malfunction. We are talking about making drug addicts out of perfectly normal, well-adjusted males. If a drug is used on 50,000 men and ten percent have an adverse reaction, you've lost the performance of five thousand guys."

"You pump drugs into all 8 million of our men and you are looking at 8 hundred thousand," the doctor emphasized. "Are you okay with losing the contribution of that many men? If so, then I agree with Mr. Jensen. I'm getting out while I still can."

"It won't be that bad," the man-friendly woman insisted.

"You want to take two to three years figuring out who's right?" the doctor countered. It wasn't lost on me that there was this pretty man there while the catfight flew around him, and he was sitting there like a ventriloquist dummy and smiling. Maybe he was high as a kite. Maybe he just wanted to keep his job. I couldn't tell.

Oh yeah, it seems that nation-wide over fifteen thousand wooden curtain dowels were purchased today and countless rolls of surgical tape. Tomorrow's metro rides were going to be ugly. My brethren were going to get overwhelmed, beaten and jailed. I couldn't decide how I felt about that. I didn't want anyone to get hurt, man or woman, but my fellows knew the odds.

We had faced them our entire lives. We couldn't win. We probably wouldn't make an impression. Yet, what else was left for us to do? Even when they knew it was madness, they were driving us to the slaughter pens. It was a pointless gesture on our parts, but it was our choice to make for once in our lives. The women wouldn't understand. I doubted my brethren could even articulate their defiance, but there it was.

There was one more hammer-blow before the night was officially over. I received a message and link from Eloise Granger. She asked me to look it over and contact her when I felt ready to make a statement, which was odd. The link was to a video in Chinese with subtitles.

There were five Chinese men, kneeling in a dark room on a dirt floor. The first one was staring off into space, that thousand yard stare of a person who'd lived through too much pain. There was a woman (?), face masked, bent over behind him, his body shielding most of her. She rested her left hand on his shoulder. He gave his name, his family and recited the fact that he was there voluntarily. Two lines to represent an entire life.

"I will have the final word," he said with fatalistic pride. He nodded briefly and the person behind him lunged forward. The man's mouth opened in shock and pain. His body trembled. He made another desperate gasp for life and blood spat from his lips. He fell over dead; eyes open.

The second man was staring at the camera. He began trembling and in a rather pathetic gesture, he reached out his hand to the thigh of the man beside him. That man touched his companion's hand but kept looking forward. The second man gave his own, short tale.

"I will have the final word," he too declared then he was stabbed from behind and died.

One by one, the remaining men gave their stories until three more corpses spilled their blood out on the floor. The camera man finally turned the old fashion camcorder on himself. He was young, 18, maybe 19 at the oldest. He was crying but looked happy, even relieved. He gave a broader story. He had convinced the other men to be here. He had hired the assassin to send them onto whatever awaited them. It was all his fault, his doing.

The video recorded the woman coming up behind him very quietly. She rested a hand on his shoulder the same way she had done with all the others. He reached up and caressed that gloved hand for a moment then nodded. As efficient as ever, she killed him with one thrust.

It wasn't over.

The woman check to make sure the young man was dead, picked up the recorder and turned it on herself. With her free hand she removed her mask.

She said she was the young man's older sister. She was a police officer in the regional intelligence unit. She had discovered her brother's plan easily.

I confronted him today.

He showed me that message from North America. He wanted to go before all avenues were closed. Worse, I knew the truth of the matter. I forged the papers that allowed me to gain custody of these men, no one helped me. I had to promise my brother that I would get away with this before he put the plan in motion. He wanted me to be safe more than he wanted to escape.

I lied to him. I am good at lying; the government trained me to be. So I tricked him, helped him gather his friends and brought them all to this place. There is no way I can escape. Not after what I've done. Not after I've used my unit's access codes to send this, my brother's only accomplishment we allowed him in this life, out to the world so that he may yet save others.

They will know it is me," she smiled, "so I will take my little brother's words of advice and I, too, shall have the final word."

She pulled out her police issue sidearm, put it at the crux of her jaw and throat, then pulled the trigger. The camcorder dropped, her body flipped back and then she was still for a moment.

She had been kneeling, so that when she fell back dead, her forelegs were pinned under her. Her right foot kicking slightly was sort of a shock.

"Oh my God," I gasped. I felt like weeping.

"That, that kicking, it happens occasionally," Angel whispered in disbelief. That was not what I was referring to.

To be continued

By FinalStand for Literotica