Charles Hunter took a last look at the white walls and empty rooms of his authentic 20th century five room ranch style replica. He stepped through the door and closed it quietly, but it echoed like a crash of doom. He was listening to that door close for the last time. His old life was over, a life which had once been so full, and so perfect, that he no longer wanted to live without it. Happy voices, love, and sharing, were all far behind him. They died when Delilah died. Irretrievable, unbearable, unforgettable.
So much of Delilah had filled the house. The house and the memories of her, were inseparable. So to end his misery he was now getting rid of his cherished house. Delilah deserved to be remembered, and she would be until his dying days, but he needed to endure his pointless life or end it.
With a shuddering sigh Charles turned and walked across the lawn to sit on the lush green grass, his grass. He had pampered that lawn for so long, so lovingly. Few people actually remembered how to grow things, it had taken him months of trial and error to coax his lawn into life. The water alone had cost him a fortune. It was the last remaining real lawn on the block. The others had gone to synthetic grass which grew once and froze at the perfect height, flexible and realistic forever even though they were clinically dead.
Charles stood and walked to the neighborhood com center. He plugged his card into the taxi call box and waited until it verified his transaction. Charles heard the hiss of an air propelled hover board approaching from the east end of the street. There were no real streets, of course, it was an old word which held little meaning in a flying society.
He watched a neighbor kid float up the plasticrete walkway. The small boy waved on the way by. Charles waved in return. He realized sadly that he didn’t know the boy’s name. Delilah would, she knew everyone.
Charles glanced back at his home and saw that the preassigned holographic “for sale” sign had already sprung up from the tiny projector planted in his lawn.
“You greedy bastards!” he hissed under his breath. The house was no longer his, it became their property the moment he stepped off the lawn. Oh well, that was the past, now he must look toward the future.
The high pitched whine of an air car drew his attention to the west. He looked up at the checkered taxi and waved. The taxi settled on the lawn, obliterating the holographic sign for a moment. The side swung up and Charles stepped in. He was alone in the craft, which wasn’t surprising. He didn’t expect a live driver, they only came with limos. The taxi lifted off the ground and the sign reappeared as Charles watched, with his hand on the window, as if saying goodbye to his old house.
“Where too?” the dashboard suddenly asked.
“Raybeam Tech.”
“Raybeam, huh? Very well, it’s your brain.
“Your voice sounds familiar, who is this?” Charles began showing some signs of life.
“Operator 487, out of Northeastern. Patrick Reque. I’ve driven for you before, I recognize your pin number. With several million addresses to remember, my job requires a photographic memory.”
“Got time to chat?”
“Sure, I only have two other cabs on line right now. What’s up?”
“Have you had many drops at Raybeam?”
“Me? Hell no. Most of their clientele are old timers, 21st century defrosts with no job skills and no rights. They go right from cryonics to the RERE building in black trucks. I’ve never seen a volunteer from the general populace.”
“Why should you object? It’s not too different from what you do.”
“Yeah it is, Pal, very different. For one thing I don’t go into a tank for years on end, I take this remote gear off and go home at night. For another,” the voice turned disgusted, “they don’t shove those tubes up my ass and down my throat. I take normal breaks, just like everybody else. It’s different, pal, believe me.”
“Yeah, I guess it is. But the benefits far outweigh the inconveniences.”
“If you say so. Say Charlie, there are a few openings here at Checkered, I could put a word in for you if you want.”
“No, but thanks. I want to escape, I’ve opted for remote exploration.”
“ReEx, huh? Ok, you’re here. But keep my offer in mind. Operating a plastic dolly on another planet won’t fix anything.”
“I will remember your offer and thanks again. Take an extra something off my account, I won’t be needing it for a few years.” “Well in that case, I will, thanks.”
Charles stepped out and looked at the mile-high building disappearing into the clouds overhead. He knew there would be a series of transmission dishes at the top of that tower, just beneath the lower reaches of space. The dishes had originally been used for teleportation stations. Teleportation had been a new 22nd century fad which ended only five years before. Half the world, including Charles and his new bride, had taken a trip in a teleporter, just to say they’d used one.
The technical aspects of teleportation had been a closely-guarded secret until one day a Terminalist, known as a hacker in the 20th century, who was also an electrical engineer, broke into the IB&C files and downloaded a secret set of teleporter schematics. He found that teleportation was based on the principle of destroying the original person at the point of origin and recreating an exact duplicate at the destination point. He passed the word that teleportation meant murder. Sure, a copy showed up at the destination point, but the original man or woman was destroyed by the beam. Since the electrical engineer recently took a ride in the teleporter, he had IB&C prosecuted for his own murder. Eventually, he won. The resulting uproar had put IB&C out of business and their shareholders in debt forever.
Raybeam Electronics and Robotic Exploration, or RERE, bought up much of IB&C’s prior assets and now owned this buildings, which had been IB&C’s main headquarters in Southeastern. Charles would soon be hooked into one of those dishes. He glanced wistfully at the departing taxi turning for a flight back to Northeastern. It was tempting. If it weren’t for Delilah…
He entered the huge building and stepped into the lift. The ride up took nearly 20 minutes. The doors opened onto a glass and stainless steel wonderland.
“Can I help you?” a real woman asked.
“I’m Charles O. Hunter, I called last week. I have an appointment with recruiting.”
That started a flood of activity. He was ushered into a higher office and set down in front of a remotely operated screen to fill out computer forms. The first form was a bond of secrecy, the second waived all rights to legal redress. The taxi job began to look better and better as he wadded through the pile of forms flickering on the holographic screen. After three hours the screen went blank and a young man came into the room to escort him out. In three more hours he was stripped and tubes and permanent electrodes were inserted all over his body. In two more hours his eyes were sealed shut and he was lowered into an oxygenated nutrient tank. The tank would be his new home for the next three years. He couldn’t wait, it had been a long day, he was exhausted. The started a countdown, just like the old Nasa films. Charles held his breath until they reached zero.
Charles opened his eyes and looked down at his dusty, silicone plastic body. It had been in storage for a long time, there was a coating of dirt on his muscular synthetic body which would need to be steam cleaned off while he was till numb. He stepped into the sterilizer and waited as his new body was cleansed, inside and out. In a moment the water and steam stopped and he stepped out to see the lightly tanned rubber skin gleaming and new in the pale blue sunlight. He glanced up at the window and saw the edge of a huge blue sun seething overhead. It was a frightening sight, one which would take a lot of getting used too.
Charles searched for appropriate clothing and saw a young woman stand up quickly and hurry from a glass enclosed office.
“Hi, who are you, I wasn’t expecting anybody?”
“Back on Earth, I’m Charles Hunter, a new man. Who are you?” “Eileen Baker. Welcome to the Atlantis project.”
“Thanks, I guess. Couldn’t RERE send me out a new body?”
“No need, these last for a thousand years or more. Your’s is barely two hundred years old and I just overhauled it myself. Besides, teleporting robots cost energy, and energy is money you know.”
“They teleport them?” Charles asked in surprise.
“Sure, that’s why they took over IB&C’s old equipment. Since the teleporters can’t be legally used on humans, they send out robots for remote operation. Didn’t they tell you anything?” “They had me in the tank in less than ten hours. All I know is that I’m supposed to report to the head of the Atlantis project, a Doctor Baker… you’re her,” he said belatedly, shaking her hand. “What are we doing out here anyway?”
“Energy collection and transmission. What’s your specialty?” “Computer programming and operation.”
“Not much use to us, I’m afraid, 21st century computers are so ancient that the principles aren’t even similar. I believe they were mechanical, weren’t they?”
“I’m not a defrost, I’m a volunteer. I’m from the 22nd century.”
“No shi… I mean, I’m happy to meet you. I’m a volunteer too. Until you came along I was the only one. Now I have somebody who I can relate too. Well, by all means, we can certainly use you. Right now I’m trying to puzzle through the alignment and conversion process, that should be right up your alley.”
“I can look,” Charles shrugged and followed her as she started for the front door.
Eileen stopped suddenly and held up her hand. “I have to warn you, Goliath can be very intimidating, prepare yourself for a shock.”
“I’ve seen part of it through the skylight.”
“Not even the same thing. Are you ready?”
“Sure,” Charles impatiently opened the door and was surprised to feel the knob in his hand as realistically as he could feel his own hand. His remote sensors were beginning to wake up.
“Hey, I can feel that.”
“Sure. Your body was desensitized while it was in storage, sometimes it takes a while to get your senses back. Can you smell and taste yet?” she asked as she stepped through the door.
“No not…” Charles stood in stunned silence and hunched his back against the huge mass filling the sky. The blue sun looked so close he felt he could reach out and touch it. He straightened slowly as he watched the solar flares sending tentacles out into space. Some reached for the planet, but never made it. He could see the black swirls on the sun and the swirling, boiling clouds of burning gas churning on the surface.
“I told you, scary isn’t it? Just remember, your body is not real, you can not be harmed here. If for some reason you are destroyed, you will simply wake up in the tank back on Earth.”
Charles nodded and tried to smile. He liked the look of Eileen in the bluish light which gave her a ghostly tint around her cheeks and hair. Her clothing had changed colors and the roundness of here chest was accented by the blue light and darker shadows which served to outline every luscious curve of her body. She had a small waist and a sexy, prominent ass. It was the kind of ass that men loved, and lusted after. Charles suddenly scoffed at himself, remembering that neither of them was real. As the taxi driver had said, they were plastic dollies.
“Your eyes have been slightly altered to make this bluish light seem more natural to you. A human eye would be nearly blind here, this is similar to the black lights popular in the 20th century.”
“What about sun burn?” Charles asked as he suddenly realized that he was still naked.
“Oh shit, I’m so sorry,” she looked down and giggled. “We’ll get you some clothes. It looks like your body is waking up in more ways than one.”
Charles glanced down and quickly covered himself.
“I didn’t know a robotic body could… respond like that.”
“Oh yeah, we have some very interesting recreation around here. It seems that once people step into a remotely operated body, they drop all inhibitions. They seem to feel that they actually aren’t doing anything, since nobody is really here. It’s a dream state thing. You know, anything goes in a dream.”
Charles nodded, still covering himself. He was very aware of the feeling of his hand on his cock. It was highly sensitive.
“Oh come on Charles, it’s not really your body, you know. Follow me, we’ll get those clothes.”
“It feels real enough to me,” he followed, still covering himself.
“If you want to see some really confused people, you should see the ones who can’t get a same-sex body. There are guys around here who I’d swear are in love with themselves. You were lucky, you got a male body.”
“I wouldn’t mind being a lesbian,” Charles said as he strode along behind her, watching the gentle sway of her ass.
“You and a hundred others. I never saw the attraction, myself. Lesbians don’t have 8 inches of meat between their legs.”
Charles groaned, grabbing himself as he followed.
Charles quickly fell into the routine of things. In the next week he met most of the other two hundred occupants of the Atlantis complex. Some he didn’t like, most were friendly, though a bit strange with their 21st century mentalities. He soon understood what Eileen meant about talking to somebody who understood what she was talking about. He repeatedly heard resentment over the reorganization of the United States, where all interior cities, roads, and private dwellings were destroyed to make room for farm lands. Eastern and Western were constructed and the new mega-complexes were built from one end of both coasts to the other. To Charles this and frequent references to the underground transit tubes were ancient history. The others talked of them as if they were happening now. Charles sought out Eileen most of the time. They got along well and Charles wondered what Eileen’s real body looked like back on Earth. Whenever he asked about it she changed the subject. But he was certainly attracted to her synthetic body. Still, his post-marriage guilt kept him celibate.
Once Charles senses truly awoke he thoroughly enjoyed the experience of remote exploration in more ways than one. There was a scent to the air at the Atlantis project which was thoroughly intoxicating and enjoyable. It was partially from the growing things on the unknown planet, but the trace elements in the air had much to do with it. He took the time to fly, swim, fish, and explore, usually with Eileen at his side. For the first time since Delilah’s death, he truly began go live again.
“Charles, drop that circuit board and follow me. It’s rec time.”
“Eileen, I’m right in the middle of something,” Charles said in exasperation.
“Fuck that. I’ll make it an order, if you like.”
“You would,” he mumbled, dropping the board with a force that made her cringe. “I’m all yours.”
“Yes you are. I have some good news, the zero gravity chamber is now up and working. It’s in Annex 12,” she pointed to the far end of the complex.
“Wonderful. I can lose my breakfast and never leave the ground.”
“You can lose your virginity and easily leave the ground,” she giggled.
“What?”
“We are going to have a space fuck, and this time I’ll not take no for an answer. Inside, mister,” she shoved him through the door. She tapped on the keypad just inside the door. “Access blocked” began flashing.
“It’s all ours,” she smiled.
“I told you, I used to be married,” he said, reaching for the door.
“And I’m telling you, your post-traumatic stress is caused by your sexual repression. It’s not healthy and I can’t allow it to continue. Fuck me, and that IS an order.”
“And if I don’t?”
“You will be discontinued before nightfall,” she said with finality.
“I’ll be what?”
“You will be turned off and eventually replaced.”
He watched as she began stripping before him. Despite his resolution, his cock grew hard almost immediately. He licked his lips and turned to reach for the door, but her reflection in the window looked even more provocative. He turned back, looking at Eileen as she reached down and dropped her panties around her ankles. Her pussy was not only beautiful, it was fully functional. He had checked the owners’s manual and read the schematics. All internal and sexual organs were based on organ replacement technology. Through the simple digestion of food, the synthetic body was fed every possible resource it could need, and it mimicked nature in every way, including touch, smell, and taste.
After some thought he began taking off his clothes.
Eileen stepped to the edge of the huge crystal circle in the middle of the floor and leaped. She sailed skyward with her arms and legs spread like a skydiver. Charles took three running steps and leaped up behind her. He sailed faster than her. He caught her around the waist as he began to pass. They spun wildly until air friction stopped them. Eileen giggled and squealed. She jerked out of his grasp and rolled end over end. Charles slid in behind her and placed his nose in the crack of her ass.
“Hey, that’s my ass, mister,” she pretended outrage as she looked down at him. He inhaled deeply, then flicked his tongue across her asshole. She squealed in delight.
With his arms tightly wrapped around her legs, holding them closed, he nuzzled and licked her asshole for a while, then centered his attention on her swollen, glistening pussy lips. He sniffed her small, perfect petals and moaned in appreciation.
“This is so fucking realistic,” he moaned, before placing his lips over her pussy and sucking lightly. His tongue plunged up inside her and explored liberally. The heat and flavor of her pussy was wonderful. It was the first pussy he had tasted since Delilah. Despite his guilt, he nearly came before he even fucked her. The experience was so erotic. He felt a growing heat in his loins. It was a long-forgotten experience.
“My God, this feels so good,” he whispered into her pussy.
“And wonderful for me,” she gasped. “Let’s try a 69,” she hissed in a whisper.
“Certainly,” he said, releasing her legs. She spun lazily and grabbed his hips. She pulled him closer, now facing his genitalia, as he faced her’s.
“Damn, I could really get to like this,” Eileen hissed. She felt her legs being spread. His mouth claimed her pussy, his tongue impaled her immediately. A myriad of sensations exploded in her loins. She shuddered, giving a hissing whine, before grabbing his cock with her hand. She stroked it just three times before she plunged forward and slid it’s entire length into her mouth and down her throat.
She sucked, with her nose being tickled by his pubic hairs. She smiled at his moan of pleasure. Bobbing slightly, she began stroking his hard cock with her mouth. She closed her eyes, savoring the first sexual experience she’d had in years. It was worth waiting for, Charles was very good and she was very experienced.
With every-growing moans, Charles felt his orgasm nearing. Her moist, eager mouth was milking his cock in every good way possible. Her hands kneaded his ass in a strong grip.
Eileen’s pussy had grown very hot and moist. She was extremely flavorful, although such things seemed impossible to a novice. The food ingested by each person, flavored the body as it would in a real person. Charles was coming to realize that the synthetic bodies could be more realistic than a natural body. The passion he was feeling exceeded even that he had know with Delilah. This could be due to the fact that he was now a perfect physical specimen.
“Oh shit,” Eileen gasped. “Oh yes, eat me,” she hissed before reclaiming his cock with her lips. She began humping her soft mound against his face. He tightened his spinster muscles to delay his orgasm. He wanted to cum at the same moment that she did. He did not want premature ejaculation to destroy the experience.
“Oh, oh God,” Eileen moaned around his cock. He knew he couldn’t wait much longer. Restraining his orgasm was causing him pain. He suddenly wondered if a synthetic cock could produce cum. The simple distraction was too much for him. He felt the heat building until he exploded. He felt his cock pumping hot cum into Eileen’s waiting lips. She sucked noisily, while her own pussy pelted his mouth. She suddenly shivered and screamed. Her screams came out in a gurgling cry, as his cock continued pumping cum into her mouth. She hurried to catch up, then rested with his now-flaccid cock wilting in her mouth, while her pussy went wild in his.
Charles sucked and tongued her pussy until she fell silent, grasping him for support. They were now floating just off the floor, rotating slowly in sympathy with the rotation of the planet.
Eileen kicked lightly, launching them toward the ceiling. As Charles rose with her, she slid down and recaptured his cock in her mouth, wrapping her arms around his meaty, lightly-haired legs. He gasped, arching his back as pleasure shot through his groin. Eileen was a natural sexual partner, retaining few inhibitions, and much sexual excitement. She was driven to pursue even more pleasure. Luckily, a synthetic body never grew tired.
Eileen drew back and checked her handiwork. The body Charles now inhabited was her favorite. It had a full 8 inches of penis between it’s legs. While empty she had stimulated the appropriate areas of the body to produce a hard cock she could ride at her leisure, and she had ridden it often. While uninhabited she had called the body Atlas because of it’s perfect physique. Now, with Charles inside, it was even more interesting.
“Now fuck me,” she moaned enticingly. She raised her legs and spun leisurely until her upraised feet framed his face. Her tempting ass now faced his cock, moist and ready. With a moan of yearning Charles thrust forward, entering her moist channel. She hissed as the huge piece of meat plunged up inside her. She rested her heels on his shoulders and bounced against him. Her sweet ass looked so beautiful from that angle. Her lightly tufted pussy was small and delicate. Her breasts were ample, at least an overfull C cup.
“Yes, Charles, fuck me good,” she whispered.
He looked up at her face and smiled. Holding her legs in a grasp of iron, he pumped away in her pussy like a machine. Thrust after thrust spread her delicate little pussy lips and impaled her slender body. Her pussy was swollen and stretched around his massive piece of flesh, a cock much larger than his own, but beginning to feel more like his own that his real cock felt.
Huffing in time with his thrusts, he sounded like a train pulling into the station. The moist impact of his hips against her ass was loud. The fervent motions were causing them to jerk and spin in the weightless environment. They didn’t care, built in safeguards prevented them from going beyond the range of the anti-gravity area and crashing to the ground. They simply had to concentrate on sex.
“Oh Charles, I’m going to cum,” she panted, her face screwed up in passion.
“Do it,” he whispered, feeling his own desire building toward a great orgasm.
“Oh God, I’m close,” she warned in a high pitched voice.
“Me too,” he groaned.
“Oh, oh, oh, oh, ieeeee,” she shouted, stiffening beneath his attack on her tortured mound. He pelted away, hastening his own orgasm until he froze, grunting and jerking against her, with his massive cock fully inserted. They both closed their eyes and enjoyed the moment. Only then were they aware of the sound of pounding at the front door.
“Ooops,” Eileen giggled. “I guess others want to use this thing.”
“Fuck them, let’s go again,” Charles said with an evil laugh.
Before she could object, Charles was sucking on her breasts.
For the first year Charles worked on the programming to convert the teleportation beam into one which would carry massive bursts of energy back to Earth. Only short, highly concentrated bursts of energy could make the project profitable, and it was his job to experiment on the planet’s surface until the transmitter was perfected. Eileen and Charles were the brains of the project, and the Defrosts were the brawn. He was amazed at how tirelessly the robotic bodies could work under such harsh conditions. He seldom thought of his real body any more, for him Atlantis was reality and Earth was a distant memory. If Charles could have discarded his real body and lived out his life with Eileen at the Atlantis Project, he could have been truly happy.
On the momentous day that the transmission process first worked, Charles and Eileen held a little celebration in her bungalow. Since a massive solar flare was due to reach the vicinity of Atlantis during the next day they moved the celebration to the underground complex designed to shelter them from these frequent solar flares.
“I can’t believe you actually got it to work,” Eileen said quietly and snuggled closer to Charles’ body. He looked down and smiled, then gently stroked her long brown hair.
“It took a while, but it works, doesn’t it?”
“You were wonderful, Charles. You realize that we might be recalled now,” she looked up with a frown.
“Recalled?”
“Yeah, you know, back to Earth.”
“Earth. You know, I haven’t thought of Earth for a long time. I almost forgot that it exists. Where do you think they will send us next?”
“I don’t know. I’ll be put in charge of another project. They’ll probably use you at headquarters after this. You’re too valuable to go back in a tank.”
Charles sat up and frowned down at her. “You mean we will never work together again?”
“We go where they tell us to go. You waived all rights, remember?”
“Not me, I go with you or I’ll quit,” Charles jumped out of bed and went over to the recombinator. He ordered a cold beer and sat in the chair by the bed.
“Charles, half the people on this planet were sent here against their will. They don’t give you a choice, they turn you off and on like an old fashioned light bulb.”
“What if we got married?”
“They don’t allow marriages, Charles. Besides, if we were married they’d still send us where they want.”
“I could get you pregnant…” he realized what he was saying and stopped suddenly, looking down at his synthetic body. His mind had accepted the body as reality. He had been warned about such things in his short briefing.
“Charles, you always wanted to know what my body was like back on Earth. I think it’s time to come clean with you. I was born on July 6th, in the year 2150.”
“You said you weren’t a defrost,” Charles frowned down at her in annoyance.
“I’m not, Charles.”
“That would make you almost ninety,” he was horrified at the thought of such intimacies with… what? A three hundred year old robot with a ninety year old mind? He was confusing his projected environment with the real one again. He suddenly felt sick and confused.
“Charles, this has been a glorious second chance for me. I have been able to live like I did seventy years ago. Can you imagine what that meant to me? I wasn’t trying to hurt or deceive you. It just started out as fun, remember?”
“Yeah, I do now.”
“Don’t you have somebody back on Earth?”
“I did. She died a couple of years ago. Hell, I guess I did too when I used the teleporter. They tell me that we are just copies.”
“Most people from that time are… say, did she use the teleporter too? Your wife, I mean.”
“Sure, it was our honeymoon present from my father-in-law. We teleported to Paris for our honeymoon.”
“Do you remember the exact date?”
“Yeah, I guess.”
“I’m going to take a chance on you, I think I know you well enough to trust you by now. But we can’t talk out loud, they can monitor our conversation back on Earth. Come on,” she waved him towards the computer. She turned it on and the holographic screen and keyboard appeared. She typed quickly and turned the screen for him to see.”
“The records of every teleportation ever made are stored in the lower levels of the RERE building. Go through the records and find her. You can bring her back. YOU CAN MAKE ANOTHER COPY!
Charles gasped and sank to the chair, shaken and faint with the realization that there was a chance of bringing Delilah back. “Thank you, Eileen, I’ll find her if it takes the rest of my life,” Charles kissed her tenderly and they made love again.
The energy transmissions began. The system was fully automated, so there was no need to do more than monitor the results occasionally. This gave them more time to explore and enjoy themselves. In the weeks that followed they held parties for the defrosts, pursued their assorted hobbies, and began a project to further refine the compression of the electrical discharges. Charles, in his free time, began to probe IB&C records for any reference to his use of the teleporter. He was no Terminalist, but he was a good programmer and he began to make some headway against the safeguards in the system.
Eileen helped as much as she could. During one of their computer excursions through the IB&C records, Eileen suddenly brightened.
“You know, they have kept us here long past what was necessary. It’s entirely possible that they have another project in mind for us here. We may stay,” she said in excitement.
“Perhaps we can increase the odds by making ourselves more useful. I believe we can double the output of our transmissions with another year of work.”
“I’ll bring that up the next time I send a transmission to RERE. I’m sure they’ll approve it.”
Eileen was wrong. One moment Charles was running a maintenance check, monitoring the energy transmissions on a hundred dials and meters, the next he was standing on a small hill overlooking an endless grassy plain.

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“Mark, did you hear me?”
Charles swung around to see an exceedingly tall slender amazon type woman in bikini shorts and a diagonal band with a strap which served as a top. She was possibly the sexiest woman he had ever seen. He couldn’t tell if she was real or synthetic, but with her looks he didn’t care. She had an enforcer ATW rifle over her shoulder and a hand on her shapely hip. His eyes went from her bulging breast, to her mound protruding from between her legs, prominant even in those hideious kahki shorts.
“Where the hell am I?” Charles asked suddenly.
“Mark, have you been out in the sun too long?” she smiled teasingly, a questioning look in her eyes.
“Lady, I don’t know who you are or where we are, but I’m not and never have been Mark. My name is Charles Hunter.”
“What?” she straightened and explosive anger flashed in her eyes. Her hand clenched into a fist and it hit Charles in the stomach before he could move to protect himself. In an instant she leaped through the air and landed firmly on his chest.
“What have you done? Where is Mark?” her hands went around his throat and began to close down.
“Woman are you friggin crazy. You are trying to choak a robot. I don’t know how I got here and I don’t know anything about Mark. Now get off me before I hit you,” he said, slapping her right hand away. The sudden loss of support made her fall against him. He looked into her beautiful face, then down her delicious clevage.
“That will be the day,” she growled but relented slowly, climbing to her feet. “The bastards must have discovered his background. I thought he’d be safe after all this…” she trailed off and looked closely in Charles’ eyes. “Welcome to Effrasia, asshole.”
“Thanks, bitch.”
“Are you hungry?”
“I shouldn’t be, I ate less than an hour ago… but I am. I guess Mark hasn’t eaten lately.”
“We were about too. Damned, I was just getting him broken in.”
“You think the found him out?” he asked, falling into step beside her. “He had a shady past?”
“To say the least. He was a Terminalist, you must have heard of them.”
“Oh yeah, I’ve heard of them,” Charles said, rolling his eyes. “I program computers. I’ve never been hacked by one, but everyone in my field is familiar with a Terminalist. In the 20th century they were called Hackers. I don’t like them very much, they are non-productive psychopaths who contibute nothing to society and destroy what I create. Despite what they say, it takes no genius to destroy.”
“Yeah, we all have our problems. Well I’d better indoctrinate you on the way back to the hutch. We are the guardians of Seti Alpha Four. We are game wardens protecting the future of species transplanted here by IB&C while they were still in business. Here you will find genetically engineered plant and animal life unseen on Earth for over a century. Our job is to protect and study the habits of these species so we can readapt them to Earth, to be trasnplanted at some point in the future. Any questions?”
“Yeah, what’s your name?”
“Cindy Oray. Yours?”
“Charles Hunter.”
“Well don’t do any hunting here, we live on the recomb, not real meat.”
“How many others are on this planet?”
“None, we’re it.”
“So this is all we do, walk around and watch animals mate?”
“That’s about the size of it, but that’s about to change. We are reintroducing the California Condor on Earth in a few weeks. The biologists feel they can adapt to the mega-complexes of Western.”
“How exciting. I was just finishing up a project on… hell, I don’t know where I was. Anyway they simply yanked me here in the middle of a test run.”
“Leave behind anybody significant?” she asked casually as they reached the grass and bamboo hut.
“No… well yes, sort of. I just found out she was ninety in real life.”
“In these bodies we are all the same age. I was born in the late 20th century, that’s why I’m here. I lived in a time when most of these animals were still alive.”
“You’re a defrost?”
“Yeah, I’m a defrost,” she said defensively. “You got a problem with that?”
“No, I guess not. Say, this is pretty nice,” Charles looked around the inside of the room and was surprised to find that technology had not been left behind, despite what the outside of the hut looked like.
“Yeah, we do all right. Most of the protein for the recomb comes from the local flora around here. We’re not allowed to touch anything originating on Earth. I’ll show you which is which later. There’s actually very little local plant life which is poisonous. A few type of fungus and three flowering shrubs, that I know of. Technically, the recomb can remove the poisonous aspects of such plants when it recombines the molecules into something we recognize as food, but I wouldn’t try it.”
“I know nothing about recombs, everywhere I’ve been my food came from a deli slot.”
“A techie, huh?”
“Sure, I had a programming job with a large corporation.”
“So why are you here?” she handed him a plate of steak and mashed potatoes.
“My wife…” he hesitated for several moments before continuing, “she’s gone.”
“Sorry. Everyone I ever knew is gone, except for one man, he used to be the mechanic who worked on our car most of the time. I hated him. He got stinking rich off some kind of patent that made gas three times more efficient and had himself frozen. He restores cars for a rich guy now.
I was a model and part-time biologist. I got cancer and my insurance company froze me rather than paying off. I learned that you should always read the fine print before signing anything. But in the end, the joke’s on them. They’ve been dead for two centuries and I’m still here.”
“I’ve heard of cancer, it was a big thing in the 20th century. I don’t know what a car or mechanic is, but I’m sorry anyway.”
She shrugged and began eating. She cooked well, which was a real art with a recomb machine. It was easy to program a recomb computer to spit out food substitutes, but the art was in the slight alterations which synthesized certain spices, altered the moisture content, or added the hint of different flavors produced by a private formula. Cindy was a master. Charles enjoyed the warm, freshly scented breeze blowing in off the plains, playing with the lacy curtains and ruffling Cindy’s dark brown hair while they ate. Cindy finished eating first and dumped her dishes in the recycle bin on the recomb. She sat and watched Charles eat, then took his dishes too. She returned with a gleam in her eyes.
“So now that your full and your robotic body has refreshed itself, and is even now transforming all that protein into energy, how about sex?” Cindy asked casually.
“With you?” Charles asked stupidly.
“Unless you have somebody else in mind,” she pretended to look around the empty room, then stared at him, planting her elbows firmly on the table. “Let me put my cards right on the table. I swing both ways, but Mark didn’t. He liked men. I haven’t had sex in over two years and unless you’re like him, this body should be appealing to you. So how about it?”
“Sure, ok,” Charles said casually.
She led him to the rustic looking couch, abruptly at a loss. She really hadn’t expected him to say yes so quickly. After years without sex, she was suddenly lost.
“You have a nice place here,” Charles said, looking around the little hut. He touched her shoulders. She shuddered under his touch. She bent and began patting couch cushions into place. He sank to his knees behind her. Her pussy was so close he could smell it. It smelled delicious, a little like pussy and a little like lilacs and cinnamon.
She must have a magical woodsy type of perfume, he decided. He inhaled deeply, taking in her heavenly aroma. Slowly, with a will of their own, his hands came up and touched the back of her legs. Gently, they slid up into her shorts until each hand held a cheek of her ass. He kneaded them firmly, while pulling her pussy up against his nose. He inhaled again. He heard her take a deep, shuddering breath. She moved slightly, spreading her legs.
Charles pushed up the left leg of her shorts until he found the soft crease just below her ass cheek. He kissed it gently, then licked it. It was fresh, warm, and slightly salty. He licked his lips for a moment, then licked the other crease. She shuddered, melting in his hands. Suddenly eager for more, Charles spun her around and sat her on the couch.
Her slender soft hands came down to rest on his head. She caressed his hair absently, while he inhaled the aroma of her pussy once more. It was more that he could stand. He yanked down her shorts and panties in one quick jerk. He sat facing her lightly-haired pussy. He spread her pussy lips with his thumbs and sucked her clit into his lips, nursing gently on the throbbing member. It was like a little cock. Mechanical or not, Cindy had one fantastic body. It was entirely suited for her manly type of amazon personality. And it was beautiful.
“Oh yes, suck it,” she whispered, almost in his ear. He reached out and licked her long, stiff clit lightly, while his right thumb plunged up inside her pussy. She gave a shuddering gasp and pulled his face tightly into her pussy. He sucked the clit into his lips and milked it, before strumming it with his tongue. She cried and withered before him. The taste and sounds were very erotic. Outside he could hear the sounds of animals. The peacocks surrounding the area set up an unholy howl and screech, which seemed to be echoed by Cindy.
Charles liked eating pussy, but he needed attention himself. It was time to sink his cock into some hot meat. He stood, spun her around, and bent her over the arm of the couch. She laid with her ass presented, her hands on the cushions of the couch, as he stepped out of his uniform. He grabbed his cock and pressed it against the entrance to her pussy. He rubbed it up and down briefly to lubricate it, then shoved. He sank his cock into her pussy up to the hilt. She gave a little cry, but pressed back against him. Her pliable ass cheeks were mashed out of shape by his hard hips. He shoved hard to get the best penetration he could. His hands went to her hanging breasts. He pulled her blouse apart and filled his hands with womanly globes of flesh.
“Oh fuck yes,” he sighed. Slowly he began pistoning his cock in and out of her wet cunt. The slap of hips against soft ass cheeks grew loud in the room. Her moans of passion were even louder. Mashing her tits in brutal fingers, Charles fucked Cindy hard. Outside, a lion roared. A crow called to it’s companions in a voice that sounded like it was calling, “dog, dog,”. Charles thought this was humorous, considering the position in which he was fucking Cindy.
He moaned, with his eyes tightly closed, as he plunged up into Cindy’s sweet ass. His cock was well-lubricate, sliding in and out smoothly. Her moist pussy was hot now, very hot. Moisture from her pussy was dripping down from her pussy and collecting at the little V. He took the time to pull his cock out of her pussy and slid it up and down in her crack, before resuming one of the best fucks of his life.
Cindy’s hands clawed the material of the couch, as his hard penis filled her body cavity to the breaking point. She felt his cock clear up to her abdomen. It was just what she needed. After years of waiting, fantasizing, and masturbating, she finally had what she wanted. It was glorious.
His hard, pistoning cock was filling her cunt with fire. He was wild, his desires were as hot and urgent as her own. Who would have thought that things could change so quickly?
“Fuck me good,” she screamed in sudden abandon. Charles pumped into her swollen pussy lips several more times, then stopped, remembering his first time with Eileen. He pulled out of her wet pussy and pushed her down on the couch.
“Roll over on your back and grab your ankles,” he whispered. It wasn’t a zero gravity chamber, but he could improvise. Cindy hurried to comply. Feeling silly with her feet up in the air, she waited as he knelt behind her. She gasped at the first contact. His cock entered her pussy, pushing slowly, intolerably slow until his full length was inside her. He felt even larger from that angle, and she could watch him as he fucked her. He fucked her pussy for several more minutes, then pulled it out, rubbed it up and down in her pussy, then resumed. She screamed as the huge cock seemed to split her pussy again. The stimulation was incredible. He reached down and rubbed his hand over her pussy, rhythmically massaging her clit and wet pussy lips, while his hard penis slid in and out. The fire from both seemed to blend together into one massive fire.
Before she could get ready, her pussy began to spasm and she found herself in the middle of one massive orgasm. He continued to pump away in her pussy, while she mindlessly babbled and raved, hunching her pussy against his pelvis.
All too quickly, it was over. But to her amazement, he was not through. He pulled out of her pussy and slowly inserted his cock into her ass, renewing the glow that had just been extinguished by her orgasm.
She felt the fire building again, much faster than it had before. To her astonishment, she felt her pussy clenching stronger and stronger against his hand until a second orgasm tore her loins apart. A twisted smile lit Charles’ face, while he watched her thrash around on the couch. He liked the feeling of her ass clenching on his hard cock. He liked how she hunched her pussy against his hand, trying helplessly to satisfy herself. He liked showing her who was in control. She was very manly, but he was the man.
Then the smile left his face. He was going to cum. Pumping faster and faster, thrusting in tune with the loud slap of flesh, and the sticky liquid sounds that came from his hand in her pussy, he groaned and closed his eyes, only aware of the heat and spasms in his own loins. With an animal cry of lust he heaved his cock into her ass and froze. His cock hesitated, then spewed hot cum into her ass. She withered on his cock, bringing herself to orgasm. They intertwined, gasping and clutching at each other as their bodies exploded.
They finally stopped and lay side by side on the couch. Charles got up slowly and opened a beer, while watching the happy glow on Cindy’s face. They took their lovemaking into the bedroom, which was more suited to their needs.
By the end of the second hour he was glad he was using a synthetic body, his real body couldn’t have taken it. By the end of the third hour they had time to slow down and become friends.
“The old formula still works,” Cindy said with a happy sigh from her side of the bed.
“What’s that?”
“The way to a man’s heart is his stomach.”
Charles laughed. “I’ve never heard that one. You’re right, I guess.”
“That’s one of the advantages of being a defrost, all the old jokes are new again.”
“Cindy, you’re a nice woman and I like you, but I can’t stay here. I have… I have something I have to do back on Earth. I think that’s why they sent me directly here, to keep me from doing it.”
“Sounds serious.”
“It is, I may go to a penal colony, but if there’s a chance of bringing her back…”
Cindy put her hand over his mouth and hushed him.
“Don’t say any more. I get your drift.”
“Huh?”
“Never mind. We’ll write each other a long letter later. In the meantime, we need a head count on the zebra herd, they usually water this time of day down at the river. The lions have harvested three in the past two weeks, if it keeps up we will have to cull the pride.”
Charles nodded and shrugged, totally lost. “Are there clothes I can wear?”
“Mark wore some rather garish clothing, but you may find something you like in my closet.”
Charles felt less disoriented after three or four days, but he was not the outdoor type. He had lived in a mega-complex his entire life, and SA4 had too many crawling things to suit him. He was constantly swatting at bugs, even in his sleep.
He learned to shoot well, thanks to Cindy’s constant instructions. Of course there was little else to do other than sex. Charles was beginning to think that Cindy’s appetite was inexhaustible. If he remembered right there used to be a name for such a condition, but it was cured so long ago he couldn’t remember it’s name. Whatever it was, Cindy had it. At first, at the Atlantis project, he hadn’t minded sex with a strange woman, since Delilah had been gone for the past several years. But now, with the prospect of her return, it bothered him. He felt like he was cheating. This didn’t sway Cindy one bit, when she wanted something, she took it. And she wanted it often.
Sitting on a hill overlooking the cattle herd, they saw a huge bull climb to the back of a cow and begin humping. In a few minutes, his three foot long penis was impaling the cow, pumping in and out rapidly. She mooed pathetically, but didn’t try to escape. Charles and Cindy looked at each other at the same time. They laughed and moved together. Charles scooped an ample breast from her khaki shirt and fondled it, while watching the cattle mate.
“I guess sex is a major part of nature,” he whispered.
“It’s the only important part of nature, I’m afraid. There are species which seem to actually love, and some who play, but everything is centered around sex, the perpetuation of the species.”
“What about monogamy?” he asked with a guilty expression.
“Yes, many species practice monogamy, but it’s not a genetically sound idea. Each species profits most from sharing different partners. They are more genetically diverse.”
“They have certainly given you lovely breasts,” he said as he caressed it gently.
“They are pretty much similar to my real ones, wherever they might be.”
“They are probably in a tank in the RERE building,” he said with a frown.
“Oh,” she shrugged, beginning to warm up under his touch.
“Don’t you know anything about your real body?”
“Not really. I remember being jarred awake by an electric jolt. From there it was a pretty hazy few hours before I woke up here. I really don’t remember much.”
Charles opened her shirt and extracted the second breast. Altering his position so he could bend down and suck it, she began talking about her dreams.
Cindy dreamed of fulfilling her contract with RERE and venturing out into the real 22nd century world. But RERE had a policy of keeping the defrosts in the dark, to keep them on the job. If the defrosts learned little of the 22nd century, they must depend on RERE for their existence. Cindy was strong-willed and wished to not only break away from RERE, but to train others to become self-reliant as well. Technically, a defrost who was removed from a cryogenic chamber was indebted to RERE for ten years. If there was an illness which must be cured, the indebtedness lasted a few years longer to pay for medical expenses. In reality, RERE defrosted the old timers and enslaved them for life.
“Tell me how to live in your world,” Cindy said as she watched him suckling a breast.
“Not now, I want to make love,” he gasped.
“That’s the first time you’ve used that word,”s she whispered.
“What word?”
“Love. Before its always been sex, fucking, mating, or playing around. This is the first time you’ve ever said “make love” since you arrived.”
“Oh,” he tried to shrug it off as if it held no significance. She pushed him back on the grass and grabbed his belt. In a few seconds she jerked off his pants. She pulled off her own blouse, giving him free access to her breasts, then slid her own khaki shorts down and off. She straddled his body and sank down until her pussy touched his hard, throbbing cock. She sank blissfully down over his cock, rested there for a moment, then began sliding forward and back, while emitting a little whine of pleasure.
Charles reached up and filled his hands with her breasts. She was so beautiful, strong, and sexy. He didn’t like a woman who bulged with muscles, but a strong woman was extremely sexy to Charles. And she was a strong woman, inside and out. If it wasn’t for Delilah… For the second time in his life he purged the thought of being happy with a woman other than Delilah. She was the only love in his life. Living or dead, they were married forever. Still, Cindy’s grasping pussy felt exceedingly good on his hard cock.
Due to the unique sexual position, Cindy came first, then pulled off and sank to her knees, giving him a wonderful blowjob and filling her mouth with sweet cum. She wiped her mouth when she finished, and insisted that Charles kiss her. He did, reluctantly.
They rested under the large tree. The shade felt good in the blazing sun. The cattle herd had moved off toward the river.
Charles suddenly remembered her request. She wanted him to teach her about the 22nd century.
“I can’t just sit here and talk about my world until you understand it and can live like we do. We go to school like you did in your time, but for us we sit under a neural transfer machine. It implants information directly into our brains, hour after hour, year after year, until we have all the information we need. My education took nine years, but by your standards there would be no comparison. I believe it equals 25 years of your education, but of course you forget most of what you were taught. With our transfer method, we forget nothing.”
“That’s a lot of work. Isn’t there a shorter course?”
“Are you familiar with direct implants?”
“No.”
Charles took his time, choosing his words carefully so he wouldn’t frighten her.
“Suppose you wanted to know something, and had a miniature computer in your brain. You call up the information and have the answers instantly. Sort of like total recall.”
“Sounds good, how’s it done?”
“A tiny chip, a computer all in itself. It runs off the electrical impulses of your mind and is hooked directly into the neural synapses that transfer thoughts. In essence, it becomes an enhanced portion of your brain.”
“If it’s that easy why did you need nine years of education?”
“It’s not foolproof, it’s just an aid. For each thing that’s unfamiliar to you, you have to stop and recall that information. There is a delay while you make and receive each request. Suppose you don’t know how to use an enforcer. You look at it and wonder what it is. The implant tells you it is a weapon that looks much like your 20th century TV remote. It also tells you that it’s the most widely-used weapon in the universe. You ask what it can do, it shows you each button, the laser, molecular deharmonizer, expanding ceramic projectiles, and sonic disrupter. It gives you the options for each weapon mode, such as how to set the projectile speed and range, or how to widen the laser into an flashlight. Then it shows you how to bend the back down into a pistol grip, set the option and lock the choice into the miniature computer so it can’t be accidentally changed. Lastly, it shows you how to depress the firing stud, you can tap the stud to fire instantly, or depress and hold the button down for a holographic sight. Now you have all the information you need, right?”
“It sounds like it, sure,” Cindy nodded, already familiar with the enforcers.
“Suppose you ask about this information while you face an enemy who is about to shoot you. What would happen?”
“I’d still be receiving the information while I die.”
Charles nodded and put his hands behind his head as he laid back and relaxed against the trunk of the tree.
“How much does this chip cost, and where do I get one?”
“It costs very little actually. If you’ve been defrosted more than ten years, your personal account probably has enough for hundreds of them. To get one you go to a medical clinic and a machine implants it for you in less than a minute.”
“You’re kidding. How can a machine do that?”
“It’s injected into your brain with a large needle, manipulated into place with electro-magnets, then it’s activated by a small electrical pulse through the needle. It’s over in 45 seconds, actually.”
“And what was that about a personal account?”
“A credit account,” Charles sat up and looked at her. “Do you mean to tell me that you’ve never accessed your account?”
“I didn’t even know I had one,” Cindy said as they both began to dress.
“Damned them. No wonder the defrosts are enslaved. You need legal help.”
“Not much chance of getting that on SA4,” she shrugged helplessly.
“Where there’s an entercom, there’s help,” Charles heaved to his feet and slung his rifle over his shoulder.
“An entercom?”
“A computer, in your time. But it’s much more now, an entertainment terminal, computer, and universal communications and translator terminal as well. Come on, let’s see what we can find.”
Charles dug through the supplies in the hut until he found a four inch entercom cube.
“That little thing is a computer?” Cindy asked skeptically.
“And more. You can’t make intergalactic calls on a computer. You can on this.”
Charles depressed the tiny stud on the side of the black cube. A holographic screen and keyboard sprang into existence. Cindy gasped and smiled. Charles began typing on the holographic keyboard. There were no actual keys, the entercom sensed his fingers in the appropriate space and interpreted them as key strokes.
“What do we do first?” she moved closer to watch over his shoulder.
“First we find your account, then we find a law firm to represent you. A good law firm with a staff of lawyers and a judge unbiased about defrosts.”
“A judge?”
“Sure, who do you think pays them?”
“In my time, the taxes did.”
“Trials must have lasted for years. Who came up with that idea?” Charles asked as he punched the holographic keys with blinding speed. Cindy was more fascinated by the keyboard and screen than she was about what appeared on the screen. She waved her hand through the intangible keyboard and dozens of characters appeared on the screen. Charles gave her a scowl and she slid her hands behind her back, giving him a sly smile.
“Here we are, Rule and Clyde. They were responsible for getting the Deity class of computers classified as intelligent and getting them human rights.”
“You’re kidding? A computer?”
“Of sorts, it’s actually an AI… artificial intelligence constructed of human brain cells cultured to perform computer functions. It’s… complicated,” he stopped, suddenly at a loss. “There’s something similar inside this black box.”
“I’m so far behind that the daily news doesn’t even make sense to me,” she said with a scowl.
“We can fix that, just be patient.”
“Maybe I’m better off here,” she said reluctantly.
“You may be, but what I want to give you is a choice. Right now, you and the thousands of other defrost have no choice.”
“Charles, are you willing to talk about what you spoke of earlier?”
“Not now.”
“It could be important.”
“Ok, but type it, don’t say it. Your brain patterns can be monitored for speech, but keystrokes are untraceable, so far. They are interpreted as normal movement,” he said, repeating what Eileen had taught him. He suddenly felt a pang of loss at her memory.
Charles explained his plight, and his intentions on the screen. Cindy explained that Mark’s main goal as a Terminalist was to crack the files in IB&C. He had succeeded but had been detected. He volunteered for RERE to hide until the search was over. If they could find Mark, Mark could find Delilah, if anybody could.
Charles pulled her down and kissed her soundly, then ran a check on Mark. It took only moments to find that Mark had assumed Charles old job at the Atlantis project, which made sense since they were both computer experts.
Charles sent two words over the entercom to Mark Midgate, half a galaxy away. “Kill yourselves.”
Charles quickly contacted Rule and Clyde, retained them through his credit account, then turned with his enforcer aimed at Cindy. She in turn, aimed her’s at him.
“One, two, three…” Charles said and depressed the firing stud.
Alarms sounded outside of the RERE life support vats. Technicians ran from one end of the room to the other, reading dials and climbing up the short ladders to the lids of those showing an alarm. In moments Charles, Cindy, Mark, and Eileen stood wet and shivering. Their bodies were shriveled, white, and delicate. Heat lamps were directed at their still- naked bodies while sensors and tubes were removed. They were cleaned and dressed by the time that five armed Rule and Clyde representatives showed up at the laboratory door with legal documents. Before anyone could object, the five armed guards ushered them out of the building.
Six months later Charles sat at his table reading the thin plastic sheets of his daily paper. He turned to the section containing the law suit’s filed against RERE and even he was staggered by the enormous settlement paid to former RERE defrosts.
“Honey, RERE is finally paying,” Charles called with a smile. “I bet they really hate me now.”
Delilah came into the dining room and set a plate of bacon, eggs, and toast on the table, then leaned down to read over his shoulder.
“I bet Cindy and her new husband are celebrating. She’s a rich woman now.”
“Are they still coming over tonight?”
“Yes. Mark called too, he and his new friend are coming. Have you ordered the barbecue?”
“It will be here at five, all fired up and fully stocked.”
“Good,” she leaned down and kissed him, then went over to stare out the window. “I like this neighborhood. I always wanted a house of my own.”
“But dear, we had one before… never mind,” Charles smiled and began to eat. It was still hard to remember that Delilah had missed out on several years of his life, but he mind. He was happy, very, very happy.

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Jabur rubbed his nose with the back of his hand, then swatted at an insect buzzing in his face. It was the first discernable movement he had made in over 15 minutes. Jabur was a Neve, a small form of mutated human who had long ago migrated from earth. Although small, even for his race, he was exceptionally strong, intelligent, and had a very good memory. This made him an ideal Taker. A Taker was originally a person who took what they wanted, such as a thief or a warrior. In his case he was a paid Taker, akin to the guards or mercenaries of old earth. He was paid by the Talkers, or politicians, to guard the mother tree.
Jabur stood his silent vigil in the east fork of the south branch of the Nevenan Mother Tree, one of the largest and most prestigious Mother Trees on Battlegraud.
Clad in a green hooded cloak to blend in with the foliage, he sat in the woven basket designed just for that purpose. Holding his bow ready, he watched the skies and the ground for any signs of movement.
A Mother Tree was an enormous tree so huge, that each tree could support an entire human colony. Long ago, during colonization, predators had killed many of the planet’s new settlers. Out of necessity the population took to the trees. It was soon found that the Mother Trees, the largest of all indigenous trees, was wonderfully suited for this purpose. It’s huge strong limbs, some a mile long and 50 yards across, could support an entire community with very little modification. Since the Mother Tree used much of the resources in the area, the Mother Trees had naturally spread out symmetrically, each claiming it’s own large territory. This, in turn, spread the human communities across the planet equally. Each Mother Tree provided food and water to the community, through it’s sap and rain runoff, and food through nuts and a myriad of fruited hanging parasitical vines. Farmers supplemented this food with crops designed to grow beneath the huge branches. They provided grains and vegetables, while the hunting Takers provided meat and fish.
The tinkle of female laughter drew Jabur’s attention to the river. Far off he could see the sparkle of white, female bodies as they took their afternoon bathes. The young adult females were bathing at this time, as usual. And they seemed to be vying for his attention. It had been the same for over a month, since he took over sentry duty on the south branch.
Jabur looked around self-consciously, then picked up the field glasses hanging from the stub of a branch near his elbow. He adjusted the glasses until he had focused in on the naked females. One looked in his direction, even as he watch. She covered her mouth and giggled, while pointing at him. He realized that the flash of the field glasses had given him away. Nevertheless, they continued their lewd and encouraging conduct. Nessay was washing the back of Bandy, one of his fellow Takers. Jabur felt his cock grow hard as Nessay reached around Bandy’s back and grabbed each firm cone in one tiny hand. Bandy was exceptionally shapely and beautiful. If Jabur was interested in pairing, at his young age, he would certainly consider Bandy. But on a planet where a pairing could last for more than 800 years, a pairing was not taken lightly. Coupling, on the other hand, could take place at the drop of a hat, especially between people below the normal breeding age of 90. Even as he watched, Bandy turned and gave Nessay a full lipped kiss. Nessay raised Bandy to her feet and placed her mouth on her small tight-lipped pussy. She nuzzled and licked, while Bandy bent over her head and rubbed her wet hair. Bandy’s face was twisted with emotion. Nessay broke contact and spoke. Bandy changed her stance, spreading her legs much wider.
Nessay tipped her head back and applied her lips to Bandy’s pussy. Bandy jerked and cried out, her face twisted in passion until it was almost unrecognizable. The other girls turned to watch. Some took their cue and moved together, some laughed and looked on, and others simply watched in interest.
Jabur was getting desperately horny. Licking his lips he leaned forward, sharpening his focus on Bandy’s tits, and Nessay’s bobbing head. Then, to his horror, he watched as they suddenly stood and moved off into the bushes.
“You little tease,” he mumbled, cursing himself for being so gullible. His glasses went to the other girls. It was a pool of delicious female flesh now withering and moaning in delight. The Sachans would love to get their hands on them, he realized. Remembering the seriousness of his duties, he put the glasses back and continued his watch. But his thoughts centered on Bandy. What a girl!
The Sachans were rumored to be at war on this side of the Blue Knife mountain range. The Sachans were a violent race consisting of only Takers. Coming from the great yellow desert where there were no Mother Trees, they raised no food, they reaped no harvest, they simply took, living off the hard work of others. Jabur was determined not to let this happen to his tribe. He must keep his mind on his duties.
A movement in the sky, far off toward the blue mountains, caught Jabur’s attention. He turned to see a huge Shiny approaching. Luckily, he recognized the Shiny as that of a friend. It flapped it’s yellow wings effortlessly, then glided forward, slowly losing altitude as it approached the Mother Tree. It had a red chair strapped to it’s back. It was a carrier of great importance.
“Mother Rush returns!” Jabur yelled down to the workers below. In a moment a large group of Talkers poured from the trunk of the Mother Tree and spread to await the arrival of Mother Rush. Rush was important, she was a Talker, like the important men of the tribe below, but she was also a witch. Even the Sachans were afraid to anger her. She was from Neverpool, a famous prosperous tribe who lived just south of Nevenan.
The Shiny descended in a slow spiral. Rush’s Shiny was unique, it had a red slash across it’s feathered throat as if it had been cut by a knife. This, according to Rush, made it special, magical.
“Make way,” Rush yelled, waving for the onlookers to move away from the landing pad. Doers were slow-witted and docile. They would work all day on a bowl of rice and a slab of meat, but they couldn’t think for themselves. They did what they were told, but tended to move slowly and do stupid things.
Talkers and Takers were far more intelligent. Jabur was a Taker, a Taker paid to protect the tribe. Talkers governed the tribe and oversaw the work of the Doers. It was possible for Jabur to rise to the rank of Talker, as he grew older and gained more wisdom. But he still had 200 hundreds years of youth before he had to worry about that.
“News, Father Alliace,” Rush yelled as the Shiny landed and settled it’s wings with a slight shake. Rush was helped down from her chair. She turned and looked at the faces around her. Her gaze lingered on Jabur. He was considered a good looking male, even in his own community, but that was not why she was interested.
“What news, Mother Rush?” Alliace asked, returning her attention to him. Jabur could see the jealousy in his old blood-shot eyes. Rush was not Alliace’s mother, Mother was a term used for any female who had given birth, as was the term Father, given to any male who had fathered a child. Jabur was just Jabur, since he had no children. Alliace had high hopes of allying with Rush.
Jabur moved closer so he could hear the news, intentionally standing close to Rush to further infuriate Alliace.
Like the other, Jabur dreaded war, but at the same time he was fascinated by it. War was exciting, and there was little excitement in a farming community like Nevenan. Also, war brought booty, female slaves, wealth, and glory. Jabur was unpaired, he could use an exciting female slave. It was rumored that the Sachans were famous for beautiful, high-spirited women.
“The worst, I’m afraid. The Sachans have invaded south of the Blue Knife range. They have attacked three Neve communities, Neverban, Nevelfar, and Nevemata. They…” she paused, swallowing quickly. “They set fire to the Mother Trees,” she finished with a hiss. The resulting uproar caused a pause in the conversation. Even the dull-witted Doers were screaming in outrage. Rush finally lifted a hand so she could speak.
“They are heading in this direction. I am here to organize your Takers, to ally with the other Takers and confront them at the river with the Neve battalion. We believe that a strong show of force can stop them there. I have organized Shinys for transportation,” she called, pointing behind her. Jabur’s hair bristled at the sight of a hundred chaired Shinys in the air to the east. It looked like an invading army. Jabur raised his bow nervously.
“Remain at ease, Taker,” Rush said, seeing Jabur’s movements. “They are friends, Jabur,” she said with a slight smile. Jabur heard Alliace’s hiss of annoyance. Jabur suddenly realized that Rush had used his personal name. He was honored. Was she truly interested in him, or simply trying to annoy Alliace? A pairing with Rush would make him a leader among his own people and many other close Neve tribes. He would rule Alliace, in a sense. He liked that idea. On the other hand, Rush as at least 200 years older than himself. Jabur was almost a child, he had just turned 30. Also, Rush had hinted many times that he had the makings of a witch, at some time in the distant future. It usually took hundreds of years for a witch talent to show. Two witches rarely paired, as their powers often conflicted. Of course Alliace didn’t know this.
Jabur gasped as Rush’s mind invaded his mind. Tendrils of thought touched different parts of his body. Her thoughts centered on each area associated with a body part and stimulated it briefly, before moving on to another. First his nipples began to tingle and he felt them grow hard, as if he were a girl. Second, he felt his ass being stimulated, or rather invaded. The intense warmth spread throughout his body. Before he could adjust to this embarassment, he felt her mind probe his cock, stiffening it and mentally stroking it until he was on the verge of an orgasm.
To the others, Jabur simply gasped and stiffened. A few noticed his stiffened cock, but did not mention it. In reality only seconds had passed. For Jabur, it seemed as if she had touched him for hours. He felt her gentle mental fingers touching him everywhere, and could do nothing about it.
Finally her mind rested for a moment on his memories and conscience, then disappeared. There was a warm area where Rush’s mind had been. Jabur knew why he had been probed. Besides teasing him, for which she was famous, she was testing his courage, physical strength, and honesty. He knew this because it happened frequently. She called it keeping him honest. She smiled knowingly, signifying that he had passed her little test — and that she had enjoyed it.
“Rush will lead your army,” she said with a finality which brooked no argument. Alliace’s mouth opened and closed, like a fish out of water. He wanted to scream his outrage, his own son was a Taker. But he knew better. Rush would simply make him look foolish in front of the entire village. Jabur wasted no time.
“Takers, front and center!” Jabur screamed. Several dozen men and women, including Alliace’s son, ran forward and formed into a solid line. He counted the number of swords, bows, and spears. He had more than enough for his plan. Jabur had mentally planned for such an event for many years and now he could put his plan into action.
“Three lines,” he commanded. “Spears to the fore, swords in the middle and bows in the rear,” he yelled, pushing several people into place.
Doers ran screaming as line after line of Shiny landed in the nearby field.
“Find an appropriate Shiny and mobilize in this order,” he yelled, waving his small army forward.
“The Sachans have no fliers,” Rush whispered from his elbow. “It will be an infantry battle.”
“I will keep the bows aloft to fire down upon their army,” Jabur said, fearing that she would find this cowardly. She nodded slowly.
“Such a move would demoralize their army and minimize our casualties,” she acceded.
“My thinking,” Jabur agreed.
“Of course you will need the approval of the General. Do it if you can, and don’t misplace my trust.”
“Never,” Jabur said with a dashing smile. He felt more alive at that moment, than he had at any other time in his life. He might be dead by nightfall, but today he would live.
“Onward to glory!” he yelled the traditional Neve battle cry. The Shinys rose almost simultaneously. The blur of wings and dust was awesome. The Neve felt invincible. Jabur looked down at the awed village and his chest thrust out in pride.
Three days later, exhausted, beaten, and demoralized, Jabur watched the remainder of his army form at the rear of the huge formation of the Neve battalion. Almost 100,000 warriors stood in front of his own small column. He had now lost half of his Takers, and still the Sachans continued to come, continued to attack, continued to win. Jabur had reported to Ladax, the general of the armies and been ordered to the rear. Rush stood next to General Ladax and did her best to defeat the enemy with magic. Jabur’s bowmen were ordered down to the ground, and the Shinys were sent off to other duties. Jabur watched in frustrated anger, as wave after wave of Sachan armies rushed forward to attack and slaughter their people.
Again they fought, and again they lost. Seventeen Sachan Takers broke through to his lines, killing five more of his Takers. Trudging back to their area, he looked at the worn faces of the few who remained and shook his head sadly. Ten men carried stretchers with the dead back toward their camp. In a few more engagements the remaining women would have to help. Two women had been killed only minutes before. Twelve men and four women remained. How many more?
“Don’t misplace my trust,” Rush had said. Well he had no choice, each time he tried to discuss his plan with the General, the General ordered him back to his Company. When would he learn that traditional fighting was not going to work against the Sachans. The Sachans had destroyed half the planet. The Neve would be next. The Sachans were not as polite as two warring Neve tribes might be. They did not observe the rules, they took no prisoners. Ladax would have to change, to meet the new threat. Traditional methods were not working.
“Jabur?”
“What?” he roared, then softened when he saw the hurt look on Bandy’s face. “What?” he asked again, softly. Bandy had looked so young and sweet, while bathing a few days before. Now she looked hardened and weary.
“Make love to me,” she begged. “I have a feeling… this may be my last day,” she said quietly. Jabur wanted to argue, to object to her fatalistic attitude, but he knew she may be right. It was just a matter of time.
“Gladly,” he nodded, looking into her blood spattered face. He shouldered his bow and walked closer to her. His arm went around her waist, pulling her against him.
“War is no place for women,” Jabur said sadly.
“Nor men,” Bandy agreed.
Jabur relaxed on the furs as Bandy took the canvas bucket to the water wagon and filled it. He checked his body for cuts, but found only the blood of others, and a few bruises. Sachans had an annoying habit of hitting you with a sword hilt, before standing back and plunging a sword through your body. He had learned to take the hit and kill quickly with his dagger, before they could step back. It was a wonderful strategy, but very painful.
Bandy appeared with the water. She tied the tent flap closed and began immediately taking off her clothing until she stood naked before him. His eyes went from her blood- spattered face, to her clean, perfectly-shaped small conned breasts. She was tiny. Jabur knew he could reach around her waist, or either thigh, with his two hands. She looked more like a little sprite, rather than a fierce Taker with many kills behind her.
“If the Sachans had known what you look like naked, they may have gladly given up their lives,” Jabur said with a smile.
“Maybe I should try that next time. No, I might attract more Takers than I can fend off alone.”
“True,” he said as he watched her wash her magnificent body. She had the smallest tuft of light brown hair above her pussy. It was dainty and beautiful. Her pussy lips were small and fragile. Jabur suddenly wondered if she had ever made love to a man.
“Are you a virgin?” he asked quietly.
“Yes, but I’m not dying as one.”
She turned and bent over the bucket of water, washing her pussy as she straddled it. For the first time his eyes began picking out the scars on her body. He counted three slashes and two stab wounds on her back alone. Most were small, almost trivial. Then his eyes went to her small, dimpled ass, and all her scars were forgotten. He felt his cock aching to plunge up inside that perfect little ass. It was time to clean up.
“Save the water for me.”
“It’s dirty,” she said with a look of disgust.
“I’m too tired to get more,” he said, stripping off his clothing.
“You are our leader, let other’s do it,” she said, going to the doorway. She pulled the flap aside and tossed out the dirty water.
“Willa, more water,” she commanded, holding out the bucket. Willa took the bucket without a word and walked off.
“You are more of a leader than I am,” he said sullenly.
“No, I speak for the leader. I must, you refuse to speak for yourself.”
“Agreed,” he nodded. He stood, finally naked.
As he waited for the water, many thoughts raced through Jabur’s head. He suddenly realized that he had not been much of a leader. He simply led them forward to die. He must change. But first, an amazingly beautiful young woman awaited him.
“Let me wash you,” she whispered as she retrieved the bucket of water. “Lay down,” she commanded, pushing him back. With an odd smile he stumbled back and laid on the pillow.
“The last time I saw you bathe, it was in the river with Nessay. She made love to you. I was so mad when you went off into the bushes to finish.”
Bandy paused, holding the rag just above his crotch. “I didn’t want an audience, it was personal,” she whispered as she rinsed the rag and started his face and neck. He felt his cock hardening at the memory of that river incident.
“I wish she was here now,” Jabur said quietly. “I’d love to watch.”
“I wish she was too,” Bandy said in a tiny voice. “We’ve been lovers since I was 17.”
As she started on Jabur’s legs, he sat up to watch. She was so beautiful, so dainty. He grimaced as he saw the water. She followed his glance and nodded.
“Blood,” she said quietly. “I’ve seen enough blood to last a lifetime.”
“And I,” he agreed. He grabbed her shoulders and pulled her over on top of him. Even before he could move, her mouth sought out his. They kissed passionately, withering on the furs. His hands went to her small, firm ass. Her hands were everywhere on his body, seeking, massaging, stimulating until he felt feverish. With shaking hands he rolled her over so she rested on her back on the furs. He cupped one breast in his hand, while he stimulated the nipple of the other. She was very responsive. She withered beneath his hands, gasping for breath as she looked up at him with an adoring gaze. He leaned down and captured her right nipple in his lips. He sucked and strummed the nipple, enjoying her violent response. She held his head in place and massaged his hair, as he sucked like a babe feasting on it’s mother’s milk.
“Oh yes,” she gasped. Jabur slid his spare hand down to touch her crotch. He first ran his hands through the pelt of hair above her pussy, then slid it down until it cupped her warm, sweetly scented lips.
“Oh, oh, eeee,” she squealed, lifting her mound to meet his hand. He soon found himself holding his hand in place, while she lifted and humped his hand with her small, delicate petals. In a moment the smell of sex was strong in the tent. He knew she was ready.
“Roll over,” he whispered. She knew what he wanted. She immediately rolled over and rose to her knees. He first kissed each firm ass cheek, then he cupped her breasts in his hands while leaning forward and inserting the tip of his cock between her warm pussy lips. She pushed backward, impaling herself violently on his rigid member. He again found himself remaining still while she rode back against him, violently pummeling his hips with her tight little ass.
A warrior, regardless of sex, could not afford the luxury of fat. And the few who had it, lost it in a prolonged battle as the river battles had been. The longest battle they fought was the first battle, which lasted for over ten hours. That was a lot of exercise.
Their level of fitness certainly enhanced the quality of their sexual lives, if the myriad of cuts and bruises did not interfere.
“Oh yes!” Bandy screamed as she pummeled Jabur with her hard little ass. He was sliding smoothly in and out of her sticky little hole. The sound of wet pussy lips grasping his hard cock was very erotic. The sight of one of the most beautiful women in the village, down on her hands and knees before him, was even more erotic. Jabur knew this first time would not last long. The feeling of her firm little cones in his hands was wonderful. They were so hard and hot. He tried to stimulate her nipples with his thumbs, but it was not easy as she bounced forward and back.
The way the bed swayed helped maintain their tempo. The bed was constructed of sticks and rawhide, covered with furs. The looseness of the rawhide straps allowed the bed to sway easily beneath their weight.
“Yes, fuck me,” Bandy howled. Jabur heard some comments, and a little laughter, coming from outside the tent walls. But it was natural. In a community of tents, the sounds of sex routinely filtered into to other tents. The sound alone was usually enough to stimulate other couples into further sexual acts.
Bandy suddenly stopped, frozen into place. Jabur felt his hackles rise. He looked around for a sign of danger, then listened carefully, but heard nothing.
“What’s the matter?” he finally asked.
“No… nothing, nothing at all,” Bandy said in a strained voice. She again began sliding forward and back, but this time she did so at a more sedate pace. She occasionally slid back against him and wiggled a little to get more penetration, before she slid off him again. Her moans were lower, more controlled. Her tempo was more sedate.
“Are you all right?” he asked again in concern.
“Wonderful,” she gasped, allowing her head to hang down. She rocked gently against him. He began ramming his cock savagely into her pussy, as he felt his balls beginning to burn. He knew his time was near. It was only seconds now before…
“Oh yes,” he hissed. He redoubled his attack on her sweet little pussy. Mashing her ass cheeks in his hands, he pounded away until the orgasm struck like a dam bursting.
“Ahhheee,” he howled, vibrating against her tiny ass, with his cock pressed hard against her ass cheeks for better penetration. It felt wonderful, heavenly. The moist heat of her pussy was fantastic.
She waited patiently as he emptied he contents of his balls into her moist flesh. She looked back and smiled, waiting for him to wilt behind her. Finally he stopped jerking and pulled out reluctantly. He looked at her with shame.
“I’m sorry,” he said.
“For what? I will simply have to wait,” she said with a smile. “Or???”
“Or?” he asked.
“Have you ever seen two women make love?” she asked with a smile.
“Only you and Nessay.”
“Nessay? Oh yes, her,” Bandy said as if she just remembered her life long friend and lover. Jabur frowned. He sat up, looking down at Bandy as she spread out on the bed.
“Women lovers have a problem. It occurs every month, if you get my meaning.”
“Sure,” Jabur nodded.
“Well that can be very inconvenient. Two women spend half their lives waiting for the period to end. One week for one woman, and one week for the other, unless they are lucky enough to have them at the same times.”
“Yes, yes, I know this,” Jabur said impatiently.
“You do? Oh well, I am just leading up to a request. You see there are ways of having sex, even though the period is upon them. If you will allow me?” she said, climbing back to her hands and knees. She turned Jabur over on his left side. He looked at her quizzically, while she straddled his body and rested her tiny pussy on his right hip. Then, as he rested, she rode gently forward and back on his hip.
“That feel kind of nice,” Jabur agreed. He felt her wetness on his hip. It was hot and pleasing.
“It’s wonderful,” Bandy moaned with her eyes closed. She rode that way for several minutes before she began to increase her pace. Her breathing came rapidly, her efforts more urgent. It took only a moment for Bandy to grab his rib cage and ride herself to her own violent orgasm. She cried out in a restrained voice, moaning and biting her lips, until her orgasm faltered and ended.
“Oh, Jabur, that was wonderful,” she sighed, leaning forward and kissing him soundly. “It’s the best sex I’ve had in a hundred years,” she gave him a sly smile.
“Right,” he said sarcastically. Bandy’s face went through several changes, then she fell to the furs in complete exhaustion.
“Are you alright?” he leaped forward to sit her up.
“THAT BITCH, THAT EVIL OLD BITCH!” Bandy screamed.
“What are you talking about?” he asked, concerned over her sanity.
“That old witch shared my body with me while we made love,” Bandy said in outrage. “I’ll yank every hair out of that old cow’s head,” she screamed, jumping to her feet. She stormed out of the tent starting an uproar. She jumped back into the tent and picked up her clothing. With a sheepish expression she began dressing.
“That sneaky old witch,” Jabur said with a new respect for her powers. “Maybe I should talk to her as well. That gives me an idea.”
“GENERAL, GENERAL!” Willa said, running into the tent.
“What is it, Willa?” Willa looked from Bandy, who was still dressing, to Jabur.
“Spies have infiltrated the camp. The water is poisoned,” she said, looking at the bloody bucket.
“Don’t worry, we didn’t drink any,” Jabur said shyly. “Empty the wagon and have somebody get more. Send them upstream, I don’t want blood in it.”
“I… I already have,” she said, looking down at Jabur’s nakedness. She smiled sheepishly and left. But she left the distinct impression that she would like to be next in line. Jabur would remember that. Willa was a strong, and not overly beautiful, woman, but she was very sexy.
“I need food,” Jabur said as he dressed. He left the tent, only to find that the cooked food had been poisoned by the water. It had all been dumped.
“Blast this,” Jabur suddenly yelled.
“What?” Willa said from the rock where she had begun sharpening her sword.
“I said blast this. And blast Ladax while you’re at it. He couldn’t lead a sing-along.”
“He is the general of the armies,” she pointed out as she continued sharpening her sword.
“Why?”
“Huh?
“Why? Why is he the general of the armies? Who appointed him to that position?”
“His father, and his father before him. The position has been passed down since the dark times.”
“What if I don’t recognize that authority? What if I promote myself to general of my own army?”
“You can’t do that?” she snorted.
“I can and I will,” Jabur said, tossing down the branch he was holding. “Get the army ready for action, we are succeeding from the Neve battalion as of now. I’m going to see Rush,” he said, stalking off toward the high mound in the center of the battalion.
Jabur was coated with mud from his knees down, as he climbed the hill where the Neve command resided. Jabur saw Rush looking off toward the Sachan army. She suddenly turned and looked at Jabur. Ladax also turned. His face clouded with anger. Her’s turned red in embarassment.
“Get back to your place,” Ladax said with a haughty look.
“Go to hell, moron. I’m here to see Mother Rush.”
“Get out!” Ladax screamed, grabbing the hilt of his knife.
“Pull that knife and I’ll kill you,” Jabur said between clenched teeth. “Somebody should have done that long ago, it would have saved thousands of Neve lives. Rush, I’m here to discuss that plan, which our moronic General decided to scrap. Can you get me Shinys?”
“Oh course,” she nodded.
“No!” Ladax yelled.
“I’ve had about enough of you,” Jabur said, half pulling his sword.
“Go to sleep,” Rush said, waving her hand at the back of Ladax’s head. He slumped to the ground. They ignored him, allowing him to lay in the mud.
“He serves his purpose,” Mother Rush shrugged apologetically.
“The Shinys?”
“On their way,” she pointed to several dozen riderless Shinys.
“Oh, I’ll need more bowmen,” he gasped slipping and sliding as he ran down the hill. “Thanks,” he called, waving over his shoulder.
“You are welcome,” she whispered. The sound of her voice reverberated in his head. “And you didn’t disappoint me,” she whispered only to herself.
Sixty-seven golden Shinys filled the skies over the Neve lines with bowmen and women sitting astride their backs. At the suggestion of one female warrior, each carried a full quiver of arrows, and a leather pouch filled with fist-sized rocks. The rocks had been her idea. An arrow can be deflected by a metal shield, a rock would flatten the shield and the warrior beneath it.
The leader of the Sachans showed his fearlessness by hiding at the rear of his lines in a bright glowing red tent. He was daring spies to infiltrate his lines and destroy him, knowing full well that it was impossible, and also knowing that they would try. He had not planned on an aerial assault. The Sachans did not live in Mother Trees, so they had no Shinys. The aerial attack was a complete surprise, and brought about utter chaos, especially when the Shinys hovered over the bright red tent. Jabur smiled through clenched teeth as he saw the people milling below, suddenly intent on protecting their leader. Jabur raised his right arm, then lowered it with a jerk in the motion for attack. Sixty-six screaming arrows rocketed toward the red tent and the milling masses around it. Dozens feel. Even at their great height, they could hear the screams of pain and horror. The glint of hastily raised shields nearly blinded them.
“Rocks,” Jabur screamed. He shouldered his own bow and dug three large rocks from his bag. He raised his arm high and dropped it, releasing his rock. He nearly lost his seating as he tried to follow the trajectory of the rock by leaning over the side. With an embarrassed start, he grabbed the saddle and dropped the other two rocks by accident.
More screams of horror and pain filtered up to them. Suddenly the entire encampment began to run. They ran without food, shelter, or weapons. They simply ran in complete horror, not knowing where they ran too, or how they would survive. A wave of movement on the Neve side of the river signaled the attack of the ground forces. The camp was mainly empty, but the Neve warriors took the opportunity to burn and pillage the Sachan encampment. After one more hour, the Sachans were scattered, weaponless, and destitute. Sachan hunting parties began spontaneously in the nearby Neve Mother Trees. Hundreds of Sachans were hunted down and slaughtered, the females placed in bonds.
The Sachan empire was broken. After centuries of war, fear, and loss, the Sachans were no longer a threat.
Jabur led his Shiny down to the mound where Mother Rush and General Ladax stood watching. Smoke poured in black columns from the Sachan encampment on the far side of the river, rising high up into the sky and partially blocking the sun.
“You are missing out on all the treasure,” Ladax snarled.
“My own troops will look out for my best interests,” Jabur smiled. “I expect a female slave or two out of this engagement,” he added as he approached Rush and squeezed her arm.
“It looks like the people have a new General,” Rush smiled, looking from Jabur to Ladax.
“Hardly,” Ladax growled.
“A General can be elected or reelected after a great winning battle,” Rush reminded him. “Shall we hold the election now, or will you step down?” she asked with a twinkle in her eyes.
Ladax cursed under his breath and stalked off.
“The Sachans are beaten, there is no longer a need for a General,” Jabur said, although he stood a little taller.
“Oh, but there is. One benefit of being a witch, is the ability to see the future. There will be a need, General Jabur.”
“We will see,” Jabur said in a patronizing manner.
“Yes we will,” she said smugly, “and one of those female slaves is mine,” she added, with a sly sideward glance.

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