Chapter 10

On the national news broadcast seen right after the special broadcast of Aurora and President Mariel fucking live on screen, an obscure news item was casually mentioned, buried within more important, Sexual news. A military truck was reported to be stranded by a landslide in the Appalachian mountains seventy-five miles a of Ridge City. The driver of the truck was able to walk out but the truck was abandoned with only one guard staying with it. It was carrying a load of military grade explosives. The news program then switched to a full length replay of Aurora and Mariel.

That same night, a group of hooded, men assaulted the truck stuck in the Virginia highlands. The naked guard was knocked unconscious and the cargo of explosives was stolen.

Aurora watched the infrared satellite image of the theft with Mariel and her staff.

"They took the bait! Can you pick up their implant telemetry to ID them?"

"Negative," the tech at the monitor replied. "They're not implanted."

"Can you track them?" Mariel asked.

"For a while," he answered, "but the satellite will fly out of range in a few minutes."

The group watched with suspense as the figures on the screen made their way through the forest. They gathered near what appeared to be a ground vehicle and disappeared inside.

"They're getting away!" Mariel groaned. "Don't we have ground forces nearby?"

"No," her chief of staff, a matronly woman in her fifties replied. "You ordered everyone to stay clear so as not to spook them."

The shadowy vehicle sped away along a dirt road through the forest. It quickly passed beyond the satellite's field of view.

"I guess phase two has just started," Aurora said.

Aurora's schedule was kept frenetic and confusing on purpose. A personal appearance would be announced for a certain venue but changed at the last moment to take place somewhere else. A filming location for a new game show she was hosting would be kept secret, leaked at the last moment, then filming would take place halfway across the country.

This continued throughout the sixth month of her pregnancy. In the meantime, she would fuck live, on screen, with any number of strangers on the street who would be taken by surprise that Aurora was suddenly in their midst and fucking them.

She gave many interviews in which she extolled the countless virtues of living in a society based solely on Sexual pleasures. She would talk at length about how her children would grow up happy and free and enjoying each others' bodies Sexually as lifelong lovers as well as the many thousands of other people they would fuck in their lifetimes. She would always talk about how her children would also be her lovers as they grew and matured.

All of this had two purposes: One, it made her fans happy and encouraged their own pursuits of Sexual pleasures and gratification. Two, it was a carefully crafted scheme to drive the terrorists to a frenzy and cause them to act rashly and commit a fatal error.

At the beginning of her seventh month, Aurora announced a contest in which she would award 200 children, ages three to five, with a big birthday orgy that would be broadcast live on international TV. The production company made a big deal about where the orgy would take place and announced it weeks ahead of time. A huge warehouse in a sparsely populated industrial district was chosen as the scene of the orgy and much ado was made about the upcoming birthday orgy. Endless announcements using stock footage of youngsters happily fucking was used to advertise the event. Clips from Aurora fucking Caleb and other teens were often included to solidify the idea that she would be present.

On the night of the orgy, cameras broadcasting live showed Aurora's AirCar landing on the roof of the warehouse. AirBuses carrying the contest winners and their mothers landed in the parking area nearby. The cameras followed Aurora, in all her naked, pregnant glory, as she entered the warehouse and made her way to the orgy floor.

Then, the technicians at the Department of Pleasure switched feeds to a previously recorded scene of Aurora and the kids getting ready for the anticipated festivities. Inside the warehouse, everyone quickly made their way to a hidden passageway under the ware house and to an old underground railway. Two AirBuses waited to carry them away to safety. Aurora was whisked a few miles down the passageway to a makeshift control area.

"Is it working?" she asked Mariel as she took the seat beside her.

Mariel kissed her and nodded. "Yeah. If I didn't know better, I would think those kids were having their orgy right now and right there, inside that warehouse!"

"Did the Monos get the explosives planted?"

"Yes, they did. We let them think they were avoiding our security and let them plant their bombs."

"Good," Aurora said, her voice low. "All we have to do now is wait."

They felt the rumble of the distant explosion even in the underground bunker. The monitors lit up from the search lights that had suddenly illuminated the area around the warehouse. Armed soldiers closed in on the dark clothed individuals attempting to make their escape. The clothed figures were blurred out to avoid offending the TV audience, especially any children watching. The terrorists were quickly surrounded and captured. Their clothes were summarily ripped from their bodies and the blurring was removed now that they were decently naked.

"Now for phase three," Aurora breathed.

It was no surprise when the news announced that all of the captured terrorists had committed suicide before they could be interrogated. All of the networks broadcast documentaries on how the human race had lived through thousands of years of violence, crime, murder and war before Saint Regina had shown humankind the way toward ultimate peace, joy and prosperity through unlimited, unrestrained Sexual pleasures. They spoke of how crime was virtually nonexistent and how there had not even been a murder in over a century. Humanity had searched for a way to build a Utopia but everything they tried had failed miserably. It had taken the genius of one very special woman to convince the people of the world to throw away the immoral, shameful indecency of clothing and embrace their naked bodies and all the pleasures they were capable of giving. Her mottoes, "Sex is Always First!" and "Sex is Everything and Everything is Sex!" were displayed everywhere from elementary school classrooms to FederaL Courthouses. Though it took a few years, but because of a resurgence of the ancient Adamite Christian Sect, her profound words were even found in churches.

Later, after her death, another phrase, "You must be alive to enjoy Sex but you must have unlimited, unrestrained Sex to truly be alive" was attributed to her but never verified. In any case, as it reinforced her beliefs, it was seldom disputed.

At first, a few people argued against her teaching that children are Sexual beings and should be allowed their right to Sexual pleasures from the moment they are born. The naysayers were soon proven wrong in their resistance and all barriers to Sex for all people, including age statutes, were removed from all the world's law. The only remaining laws concerning Sex were those that encouraged the principles Saint Regina had espoused. In the nearly two centuries since she had opened the eyes of the world, the planet had enjoyed an astounding period of peaceful co-existence. Humanity had found the one path toward the Utopia it had so fervently sought.

"Now," the commentator said, in conclusion, "we have a small group of madmen who want to take everything we have gained away from us and return us to the prison of cl----ng (the word was bleeped out) and a Sexual wasteland rife with violence, tyranny and war.

"Our only defense," he went on, "is to exercise our God given right to fuck whoever we want, anytime we want and anywhere we want! Sex is the greatest weapon for peace that humankind has ever found. That weapon must now be drawn. To be used fearlessly and mercilessly against our enemies!"

Over the next few days, the old customs of Sex before conversation and the practice of just going up to someone and having Sex with them without hesitation were reinforced. Not that many people had ceased to practice them though. The very idea of ever refusing to share Sex with anyone at anytime had become so repugnant to people that it had not even happened in well over a century. Everyone, from cradle to grave, possessed the right to a full and satisfying Sex life and the right to share Sexual pleasures with others. Sex was the crucial key to the new civilization.

When it was announced that the children's birthday orgy had been a trap and that Aurora and the children were safe and had held the orgy elsewhere, it nearly drove the Monos insane. Just as Aurora had been betting it would.

Nearly eight months pregnant, Aurora was becoming anxious. Her plan to destroy the Monos was coming to fruition, but it had to happen before her babies were born. That it happen soon was critical.

The announcement that all of the captured terrorists had succeeded in committing suicide had been yet another ruse. Three of the eight prisoners had, indeed, killed themselves. The others were prevented from doing the same and, under intense interrogation techniques, had divulged some critical information. This information was important for the success of Operation Aurora. The fact that the other terrorists believed their comrades were dead meant they would be totally unaware of the breach in their security.

"We still have to get them all gathered in one place," Aurora told Mariel's staff. "If we don't get them all at once, they'll just be back and harder to kill in a few years. Like cockroaches."

Mariel nodded. "One of the prisoners had an encrypted code book in his possession. He claims to be a member of the higher command echelons. We managed to break the code and discovered an emergency rendezvous order. Unfortunately, the location of the rendezvous spot is not in the book and we have been unable to get the location from any of the prisoners. They simply don't know."

"So," her chief of staff said, "it doesn't do us any good."

"Yes, it does," Aurora argued. "we're going to get someone on the inside."

"Who?" the woman asked.

Aurora pointed a thumb at her own chest. "Me. I'm going to let them 'capture' me and then the Intelligence Department will broadcast the emergency rendezvous signal. They'll take me with them and you can track me to their rendezvous base and catch them all by surprise!"

"That's insane! You'll be killed! Hell, you're eight months pregnant!"

"I don't think so," Aurora explained. "I have been going on and on about how my children will grow up free and happy and how they'll fuck me and each other and thousands of other people and yaddyadda for a particular reason."

"And that is?"

"There egos will demand that they prove me wrong," Aurora told the older woman. "They want to let me have my babies so they can take them from me. They'll want me to see my newborn children long enough that they can gloat over how they will be raised as Monos and forced to wear clothes and live celibate lives, blah blah blah."

"And they'll kill you!"

"Nah. Epsilon Force will come to my rescue long before then!"

"How do you know about them?" the chief of staff asked, shocked.

"Mariel told me. They are the key to my whole plan.

"But they are a top secret military asset! They're the only real military force on the planet! Only a handful of people even know they exist!"

"Exactly," Aurora nodded. "Mariel will have all of the world's regular military forces playing games somewhere out of the way and the Monos will think they're safe!"

The woman gave out a resigned sigh. "I hope you know what you're doing." Shaking her head, she left the room. At a nod from Aurora, two security officers quietly followed her out. A few minutes later, one of the men returned.

"You were right, Aurora," he said. "She went straight to her home. She had a radio transceiver in her basement. Old fashioned Morse Code. She was trying to contact the Monos when we arrested her."

"Did you get the frequency?" Mariel asked.

"Yes, Ma'am."

Mariel dropped to her knees in front of him and took his cock into her mouth. She sucked him until he filled her mouth with cum, then she swallowed it all.

"I always reward excellence," she told him.

Aurora said "If we hadn't captured those Monos when we did, we would have never suspected Sheila as our security leak."

"No," Mariel agreed. "She's worked for me, for my family, for many years. I feel terribly betrayed."

Aurora rubbed her hands together. "Time for phase four," she said.

"But won't the Monos be suspicious, after the trap we set for them before?" the president asked.

"No doubt they will. But we have an ace up our sleeve," Aurora pointed out. "They don't know we have their spy. Sheila was using Morse Code, so we can send messages in her name and they won't know the difference."

"I see. We send false reports to keep them running around in circles, frustrating them until they make another mistake!"

"Not false reports," Aurora corrected. "We want them to get real information but not at the right time. I want them to miss opportunities to kidnap me by mere minutes, even seconds. I want to keep bruising their collective egos until they can't think straight. At the right time, 'Sheila' can suggest they kidnap me and torture me by taking my babies."

"I still think this is too dangerous. What if something goes wrong?"

"It's possible. But I think it's worth the risk. My children will grow up in the beautiful, peaceful world that God and Saint Regina provided for us or life won't be worth living!"

Aurora was in New York, making a surprise appearance in Central Park. To bring attention to herself, she went up to a police officer and dropped to her knees. She had his cock in her mouth before he could react. Once she had sucked him erect and moaning softly, she made a subtle motion with her right hand. At the signal, the teenage daughter of one of Mariel's staff yelled "It's Aurora! She's fucking a cop!"

People began to crowd around her, touching her, caressing her. They quickly hid her from view as she sucked cocks and ate pussies throughout the afternoon. She was fucked in her ass numerous times and had to stay focused on her real goal and not allow herself to get lost in pleasure.

At one point, that evening, her hidden security detail caught sight of two black-garbed figures skulking in the growing shadows of a distant rooftop.

"She's being watched," came the report.

As darkness fell, UN operatives embedded in the crowd manipulated the horny throng, causing the crowd to slowly move toward the terrorists' position. The timing needed to be perfect. They had to let the Monos come within a few meters of her, let them think they had her, then snatch her from their grasp.

Aurora was on her hands and knees when they made their move. She had a cock in her mouth and one in her ass, both belonging to men of her security force. The people around her suddenly turned their attention from Aurora to each other, their implants suddenly switching to Party Mode. The resultant chaos of a spontaneous orgy provided the distraction needed for her to escape.

The terrorists' anger and frustration were evident in the message they sent to "Sheila" that night.

Aurora traveled all over the world, carrying her message of Sex and freedom wherever she went. She ramped up her claim that her children were going to be raised in a world full of unlimited, unrestrained Sexual freedoms and free of the sin of clothes. Time after time, the Monos believed her to be within their reach, only to watch her slip away.

Each time, scripted news reports played up the event, praising Aurora's dedication to Sex and her daily total of Sex acts with the people she met. Each time the Monos failed to kidnap her, their transmissions to "Sheila" reflected growing desperation.

Aurora lay in bed, reading over the collected missives. Beside her Mariel slept soundly, her breathing even and deep.

Aurora slid quietly from the bed and padded down the hall to the bathroom. Through the transparent wall, she could see the bright lights of Washington below. As she sat on the toilet, there was a sudden CRUNCH! and a spiderweb pattern of cracks appeared in the bulletproof glass. Aurora dove to the floor just as another projectile impacted the clear panel. Staying low, she crawled into the relative safety of the hallway. Mariel appeared in her bedroom door.

"What the hell?" she asked, frightened.

Aurora, her face a mask of anger and hatred, motioned for her to get away from the door. When the other woman had joined her, she said "I think it's time to finish this."

Over the next few days, a number of things occurred. First, a news report on the assassination attempt announced that Aurora was being taken to an unspecified location for her safety. That same day, another report claimed that an unexpected problem had developed with the new micro-stimulators that caused them to malfunction and cease operation. The only remedy, the report said, was to remove the implant and replace it with an upgraded version.

A flurry of inquiries to "Sheila" demanded to know where Aurora was being taken. The replies Mariel's operator returned hinted at the possibility that thye president was getting suspicious of her old friend, but that "Sheila" would try to get the location of Aurora's sanctuary.

An increasing number of implant failures continued to be reported with no effective remedy found other than replacement.

And so, as Sherlock Holmes was so fond of saying, the game was afoot!

The Monos finally received what they had been demand: Aurora was in a secluded cabin deep in the Canadian wilderness. With hopes of final victory, they gathered in the darkness outside the small village where the cabin was located. Only two guards could be seen and, at the moment, they were busy fucking a couple of local girls.

The terrorists crept toward the cabin, certain of success this time.

Inside the cabin, Aurora waited to be kidnapped. She knew the enemy was close and her heart raced with both fear and anticipation. Her life, and the lives of her babies, depended on what happened in the next few days.

The door to the cabin opened and a local girl, ten-year-old Marina, stepped inside. Her appearance filled Aurora with fear.

"What are you doing here?" she asked. "Isn't it past your bedtime?"

Aurora's implant suddenly fell silent. Her level of arousal suddenly plummeted to near zero. Her hand went to her pussy in surprise just as the door burst open and a half dozen male figures in black clothes and masks rushed into the room. Spotting Marina, one of the intruders pulled a knife and plunged it into the terrified girl's heart. Her mouth opened in a silent scream as she crumpled to the floor.

The others grabbed Aurora. One ran some sort of electronic device over her crotch and nodded to the others. They put a hood over her head and dragged her out the door. A thousand miles away, a tech sitting at a control station began tracking the group with a stealth drone flying twenty thousand meters above them in the night sky.

"What do you mean, you lost them?" Mariel bellowed. "How could you lose them."

The embarrassed tech shrugged. "I don't know. One second they were there, then they weren't."

"Shit!"

Jonathan, Mariel's new Chief of Staff, said "This was not unexpected," he reminded her. "Aurora didn't think it would be so easy to trace them. These bastards are smart. With Sheila's help, they've been studying us for years."

Mariel's thoughts strayed briefly to the word her subordinate had used. At a time in the distant past, "bastard" meant a child born outside of wedlock. That meaning had changed to indicate someone whose mother knew precisely who had fathered her children. It was the most offensive thing anyone could be called.

"So what do we do?"

"We do as Aurora instructed. To the letter."

The coverall that the Monos had forced her to wear not only caused her great shame, it was unbelievably uncomfortable. It chaffed at her skin and rubbed her raw at the crotch.

Shortly after being carried away in some sort of ground vehicle, the sounds outside turned from those of rolling over rough trail to moving through water. It dawned on her they were actually traveling underwater!

So much for surveillance! She thought.

Hours later, the submersible vehicle climbed back onto the land and sped over rough terrain before finally coming to a halt. She was dragged into some sort of structure and thrown to the floor. Shackles were fastened to her hands and feet. Footsteps moved away and a metal door was shut.

She yanked the hood from her head and looked around. A single, pale light hung from the ceiling. She was in a crudely built stone room with a concrete floor. A rat cowered in a far corner, staring at her with beady little eyes. A slight movement in the shadows of another corner drew her attention to a tiny little girl shackled to the floor, her filthy, undernourished body was naked and her legs held wide open. Dried blood caked her crotch. The girl whimpered.

"Hello," Aurora said. "My name is Aurora."

"I know," the child said. "I seen you on TV."

"What's your name?"

"Miriam," the girl replied. "I'm four."

"Where is your mother, Miriam?"

"She's dead. They killed her. They fucked her and fucked her and fucked her until she died. They wouldn't give us anything to eat. Only a little water."

Oh my God! Aurora thought. These animals are monsters! They're way worse than we could have ever imagined!

"Why do they have you chained like that?"

"This is how they did Mommy," Miriam cried. "They come whenever they want and fuck me. They fuck me 'til it hurts bad and I bleed. They beat me when I come."

Aurora was filled with rage and sheer, raw hatred for the Monos. Nothing would have pleased her more than to rip their evil hearts from their chests with her bare hands.

"Don't worry," she whispered. "This will all be over soon."

The door swung open and four men entered. They went straight to Miriam and Aurora was forced to watch as they took the tortured little girl over and over again. The helpless child screamed in sheer terror and pain as the men beat her as they raped her.

When they were finally done with her, they each spat on Aurora as they left the room. The light went out and the room was plunged into total darkness. Aurora's heart ached as she listened to Miriam's pitiful whimpers. After a while, she fell silent.

Asleep. I hope her dreams are peaceful.

Aurora must have dozed off because she was startled awake by the light suddenly shining in her eyes. The door flew violently open and a half dozen men rushed in. She was unshackled and dragged toward the door. She managed a look toward Miriam and her soul went cold. Frigidly cold. The little girl was as Aurora had last seen her but her eyes stared lifelessly at the ceiling. Sometime in the empty, lonely darkness, Miriam had, at last, found peace.

"Damn you fucking bastards!" Aurora screamed. "I'm going to kill you! I'm going to kill you all!"

One of her captors injected her with some sort of drug and she lost consciousness.

Somebody was fucking her. Not in the way she was accustomed to where all participants were concerned about the pleasure and enjoyment of others. This was rough and crude. She opened her eyes but could see nothing. Sharp, burning pain radiated from her abused pussy and her back ached. Male voices surrounded her, ridiculing her as they took turns with her. Her legs were suspended and held wide apart so that her tormentors had easy access to her orifices. For the first time in her life, she was glad she could not get pregnant. The very thought of bearing the child of one of these demonic individuals made her violently ill.

The abuse went on for a seeming eternity. It was as if there were hundreds of these spawn of Hell and they all wanted their turn at humiliating her. At one point, Aurora passed out and their taunts fell on deaf ears.

Aurora was startled awake by her 6:30 am SSO alarm. Her body convulsed from the powerful, implant-induced orgasm for a full fifteen minutes. When it subsided, she breathed deeply, relaxed by the first pleasure she had known for...

SSO! It was back! Her micro-vibrator was reactivated!

She sagged into her chains and laughed softly to herself.

Sometime later, a woman wearing an old style, black burkha entered the room. In her hand, she carried a long, heavy bladed knife.

"You are awake!" the woman said. Her voice fairly dripped with cruelty. "I am glad. I want you to know your fate." She held up the knife. "I am going to take your babies from you. I am their mother now. They will be raised in our ways. They will never even know you lived!"

"Aurora seethed with hatred. "You're dead, you Godless bitch!" she hissed.

"Not by your hand,slut!" She ran the point of the blade down the center of Aurora's abdomen. "First, I will cut you open, slowly, and take my children from your depraved womb. They will hear your screams as I sever them from you. Then, I will gut you. Your organs will spill onto the floor as you watch!"

The Mono woman's eyes glittered with evil glee as she pressed the knife tip against Aurora's lower belly. A tiny stab of pain hit her as the knife began to cut...

"We've got her!" the tech at the console shouted. She triangulated Aurora's implant signal using every available satellite. "Northern China!" She read off the co-ordinates and the communications officer relayed the information. Ten minutes later, she said "E Force Air one is airborne! Leaving Le Bourget Field in Paris now!"

"ETA?" UN President Mariel asked over the comm monitor.

"One hour! Damn! They're really moving! Mach three! Three thousand eight hundred kph!"

In the darkness over the French countryside, a supersonic transport screamed its way into the night sky, its engines at maximum thrust. In the aircraft's belly was a full platoon of the world's most highly trained fighters, their minds focused on only one thing! For the first time in nearly two centuries, the world was at war.

"Epsilon Force Air Two away!" the comm officer announced. "Out of Sydney!" A moment later: "Epsilon Force Air Three is in the air out of Honolulu!" Then: "The Chinese have sent ground troops! So have the Russians!"

Military forces from all over the world reported in. The largest armored fighting force the planet had seen in three centuries was amassing, all with a single mission: Save Aurora!

But not only Aurora. Or even her unborn babies. Aurora symbolized everything that was right and perfect and beautiful in the world. In essence, saving Aurora was saving the very civilization she represented.

The tech scanned the area where the terrorists were gathered using the infrared cameras. Shock transformed her features.

"Ms. President!" she yelled. "They're everywhere! Hundreds of 'em! Thousands!

In her office in Washington, President Mariel dropped to her knees to pray.