Xx Chronicles

XX Chronicles Chapter 1

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Chapter 1

The Man-Eater

My sisters are in the room. Beryl stands the tallest and the oldest of us. I'm the only boy, the middle child. She has her gun at her hip and her hair tied in a long twisted ponytail that goes all the way down her back. She was the fastest shooter in these shooter in these parts and everyone knew it. We meet at the old Saloon. It reminds me of Scorpion tail. Beryl is the most dangerous of my sisters and that's saying a lot. They call my oldest sisters the stingers. Beryl, Pearl and Ruby have always been the law Enforcement and the protectors of New Florida. Right now though...they'd called the rest of us to meet and that was something that I wasn't used to.

“Thank ya'll for coming.”

Diamond is the only one who speaks out against it, “If the Grandmother finds out we're here...”

“She's weak as fuck. Old as dust. She's become useless. The Convention is coming and he will be gone. This will be our one and only shot. He's fertile. We need him. We need his sperm.”

“This could mean war,” Diamond warns.

She's pushing it. She's getting the eyes but that won't make her back down.

“We'll take his sperm. We'll kill him after. Dead men don't tell stories...” Beryl lets us know.

The others are listening to her. 6 of my eight sisters are in this room with me. We live in the highlands of what used to be Florida and parts of Georgia. The closest states are the Carolinas. There are no more North Carolina and South Carolina. They merged. Now they are just the Carolinas. Georgia doesn't exist anymore. Neither does Alabama. They were all blown off the fucking map with an atomic bomb. That doesn't matter anymore. That was a long time ago. Now this land is called something else and there's no more peace. The country is in civil war and Beryl knows it. I can see it in her eyes.

“This is treason,” another one of my sisters says.

My younger sister Opal shakes her head, “I agree with the stingers. Sperm is the only thing that matters at this point.”

“Let me talk to her first,” I suggest.

They all look at me. I've always been the reasonable one. I've always been the diplomatic one. My sisters wanted war and they'd stop at nothing to get sperm. Beryl isn't the type to really change her mind about things but I can tell she knows that she hasn't convinced all the others. The silence wasn't something she expected when she brought up this plan to our sisters. She expected unwavering support. Maybe that's why she seems to reconsider her strong-armed stance.

“He comes tonight. If you can't convince the Grandmother by then. We'll take it...one way or another...”

I nod.

“I understand.”

The others walk out of the room and I know that the fate of my family and my people are at stake here. We needed sperm and we needed it desperately.

==

Guess you wonderin' what's all this talk about sperm?

“There is a problem with our men...”

My name is Gem Zoe. I know Gem isn't the normal name for a boy but I wasn't exactly the normal kind of boy. I'm not sure where I should start. I guess at the beginning. The very first time I heard that there was a problem with our men.

I was 4 years old when the news came. My family lived in the country of South Georgia near Macon. My grandfather was a wealthy oil guy back then running for Governor of Georgia and we had all the luxuries money could afford. When you live like that, you think you're untouchable until you're touched. Until every man you know in your life is touched.

A strange disease took over America. America was quarantined from the rest of the world. Canada stopped trade.

Mexico closed it's boarders to us almost immediately. Funny how that shit happened huh?

No one knows where it came from.

No one knows who started it.

It just spread like wildfire. The called it the Man-Eater Outbreak. The first thing it did was kill off 80% of all men in the country. The Government toppled because clearly men ran the country at that time for the most part. Families were destroyed. America itself was on the brink of complete loss.

The remaining men were saved by the Districts. The Districts were really Maryland, Virginia and what used to be DC. They all came merged because that was the area where most of the remaining senators or what not lived. I guess they had the most control when shit started getting crazy. New York was the first to secede from America...then the Districts came next. New England became a swampland as everyone migrated south. The West Coast united to bring the seceding nations back but a nuclear attack by DC stopped that shit fast and in a hurry.

The West Coast was a waistland now and the Midwest nations started to break off. When Texas left and became it's own Nation the America was no more.

“There's something very wrong with our men.”

The District was the only nation that stayed whole when they developed the XY immunization. I guess after taking out the West Coast they felt like shit so they decided to usher in peace. Good news is with the immunization, disease stopped killing off men. Bad news was it left the rest completely infertile.

The year is 2050.

“This could lead to war. Fertile men are the most important asset to a country. Attacking another country's fertile man and stealing his sperm is just...it's wrong,” Diamond follows me out of the saloon.

Diamond is innocent. She's the closest to me in age and she looks like me. A lot of people think we're twins. We are both 27. We're both tall and slim. We both have long curly hair. The sad thing about all of this is that we both even have the same mannerisms. I'm a boy...but I've been around all women all of my life. Since the Man-Eater outbreak my family rose to prominence due to grandfather's natural immunization and money. When what remained of Georgia came together with Florida under my grandfather's rule and they made him President.

“Unless you want us to be the last generation...we need sperm,” I explain to her.

Diamond assumed I was on her side when she gives me a strange look, “Maybe you shouldn't convince Grandmother to change her mind. Beryl is power hungry.”

“The country is dying and I refuse to die off without a fight.”

“Grandma...”

My grandfather is on his deathbed when I walk into the presidential chambers. It's not really saying much. The mansion estate is a private area away from the city. We had to move because a terrorist group attacked the old estate. The terrorist group were feminists. Feminists were a big problem in our country particularly. They believed that we didn't need men to survive and wanted to overthrow the Zoe family rule to secure that.

“Is he ok?” I ask her.

Grandmother shakes her head at me, “Not much longer now. Not long at all.”

“People are assuming Pa Zoe is already dead,” I tell my grandmother, “They think you're trying to hide it.”

“People think a lot of things. Let them think,” My grandmother explains at that moment, “I have other things to worry about.”

“Like the Districts?”

She looks over at me. She doesn't tell me much nowadays. She doesn't tell anyone in the family anything. I don't think she's wrong for it. You never know who you can trust in our world. Things have become...complicated to say the least.

“Your tone doesn't seem too glad that the Districts are coming,” she explained, “They are our allies. With the Carolinas threatening to bomb us to hell...they are all we have.”

“They rob us every year of more and more resources.”

“You've been talking to your sisters.”

It's not a question when she says it. She's right. I have been talking to my sisters. I know she is referring to Beryl and the other stingers particularly.

“I've been listening to them,” I correct her, “I've also been listening to the people. There are protests in every city. People don't trust the Districts. They want war. They want to take back what belongs to us. By force...”

“What belongs to us?” she asks, “You mean like Rahmell.”

The name sends shivers down my spine.

“Everything.”

My grandmother smiles a long time. She looks down at my grandfather. He's stopped speaking for almost a week now. He lays there more a lemon than a man. I wasn't sure what sickness took over him. I guess it really didn't matter. My grandfather just got sick one day and he slowly started fading away. With him our way of life was changing. My grandmother was caring less about my grandfather's believes of isolation. She seemed to have other goals and I wasn't sure what they were.

She smiles a little bit, “Patience is a virtue. And there are other paths less violent with the same outcome...”

“So you won't do anything when they get here?”

“I'll entertain them.”

That's not what I meant.

“What has happened to you?” I ask my grandmother, “You were once proud. Now we are the fucking walking carpet of the WORLD. Is this how you want us to end up? Is this your goal?”

“Your grandfather gave away our fertile men. I'm just dealing with it.”

That's when I realize it. My grandmother wasn't going to do anything. I'm about to argue. I think she can tell by the way I'm looking at her.

“Ma Zoe...” I say sternly.

“I've arrested Rahmell's mother,” Grandmother lets me know, “She's been sentenced to two years.”

She's a tricky old lady. She can see it coming a mile away.

“Why would you...”

I can't even finish the words. Rahmell's mother was a teacher. She taught girls in the city about higher learning and being strong not in the body but in the mind. I can't believe that my grandmother would just throw her in jail like that.

Ma Zoe doesn't give me the chance to explain, “She's been working behind my back with the stingers hoping to get her son back from the Districts. I know she's been starting those protests. If you and your sisters continue to feed our women these thoughts of war...you'll be joining her in a cell. Is that understood Gem?”

“Yes ma'am.”

“Good. You can leave.”

There is a heavy weight on my shoulders as I walk out of the room. I walk into the hallway. In the darkness I see the three stingers. They were waiting for me. They must have followed me. They must have known that I was going to talk to our grandmother now.

It's Beryl whose eyes glint with a sense of recognition.

And I can't hold it back any longer.

I shake my head, “You were right.”

“And?” my sister says.

“She's soft. Let's do what we need to do tonight.”

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The hovercraft arrives at 5pm. It has the District Flag on it. One time the District Flag had 50 stars but now there is just 1 star on it. I'm pretty sure it looks exactly like the Liberian flag. I guess they figured the country of Liberia would never find out about it since the United States were quarantined from the rest of the world. It's just like the Districts to take what doesn't belong to them....just like taking so much of my country's wealth.

I'd never seen a hovercraft before. I stand next to Diamond keeping my head up. I have to be proud. Grandmother is standing just a few feet ahead of us and the last thing she would want is for us to act as though we are impressed by District technology.

“I'm scared,” Diamond tells me, “Some say the Districts have robots that go in your brain and control your thoughts.”

“Nothing to be afraid of,” I tell her, “That would probably be nice not to think for awhile.”

I put on a brave face but truth is I'm terrified. I'm not a peace-loving person like Diamond. I'm not a war monger like Beryl. I'm moderate and I feel like I'm becoming the last moderate person in the fucking world.

They dock and walk out of their hovercraft. I've can't remember ever seeing so many men. The Man-Eater Outbreak was so quick that I'd only known about two or so men. They were called the Fertiles. Grandmother kept the Fertiles safe. Fertiles were a country's most natural possession. Now that my grandfather was on his deathbed we'd only had two fertile men left. The other men who survived in our country weren't allowed in the capital. Over the years Grandfather ended up trading all our infertile men. Even infertile men were possessions to the country. They were used as vessels to please rich women whose husbands died from the Man-Eater Outbreak.

“So many beautiful women, I must say the Amazons have a legendary status for their beautiful women,” a man says.

The Amazon was the nickname of my country. It was directly inherited from the ancient Amazon...warrior women who fought like men. I was sure it came from the fact that the Climate change has caused much of our land to look like the Amazon jungle. Really it just seemed like the Everglades were everywhere now. The Amazon was the nickname thing that stuck. At first it was because we were the country with the least men, fertile or infertile. Soon it became a curse. The lack of men made us not very valuable on the world stage. The only reason that we survived is because of the Amazon had a discovery of vast natural resources including precious stones. The stones were the reason that my grandfather named all his grandchildren what he did.

I recognize the man as a popular District Senator who was possibly running for president in the upcoming election. Chances were he was going to win too especially since he was running against a woman. Nowadays a male leader was rare but if any country would have one it'd be the District. He looks like the leader. He's followed by a couple dozen other men that load out of the hovercraft. This man is tall, dark and handsome. He has to be in his 30s. When he looks around he doesn't notice me. I fit in with the females naturally.

My Grandmother allows him to kiss his palm and she smiles at that moment, “Senator Redd, nowadays the only commodity that matters is a handsome man.”

“Ma Zoe...you flatter me.”

“I can do more than just that,” Ma Zoe smiles, “Follow me. Your men have traveled a long way. We've prepared meals for you.”

The Zoe family remained in a separate area. No one joined Ma Zoe and the men save Ruby. Ruby was one of the older girls and the most beautiful. I look on as I see some of the men gawking at how pretty Ruby is. Some of them even squeeze her ass a couple times as she serves them plates of local food.

Ma Zoe doesn't do anything but laugh on.

“She's so weak,” Beryl states.

Beryl is in my ear before I know it. Truth is she's saying what the rest of us are thinking. My grandfather was on his death bed and Grandmother chooses to invite Districts here. Beryl is holding onto a hunting knife. She was deadly with it. These men had weapons and advanced weapons at that. They'd kill her but not before she took down a good number of them. The look in my oldest sister's eyes makes me think she'll do it.

“We don't need to insult her to do what we have to do,” I say, “She's still our grandmother.”

I have no doubt that Beryl has heard about Rahmell's mother.

“She's harder on us than she is our enemies. She smiles with our enemies. Look at her. Why are they here?”

“She wants to trade with them...”

“What more can they take from us. They took all of our men. They even took one of our fertiles. Have you even noticed him?”

“He's here?”

“There...I would have assumed you'd be the first one to remember him, Gem,” she explains, “Rahmell...”

That's when I see him. He doesn't look the same. He doesn't look anything near the same. He's with the men in the dining area. The men are laughing among themselves and flirting with Amazon women who aren't paying them much attention.

“Stay here Beryl,” I tell her.

A part of me looks in her eyes. I don't trust her. It's sad to say but I don't trust anything about her. She is so extreme that I can only think it's a matter before something happens with her.

And I have to calm that down before it does.

I make my way to the area that the men are. I see my grandmother laughing it up with Senator Redd. The closer I get to the conversation the more irritated I am.

10 years ago my grandfather traded my best friend Rahmell for an atomic bomb because our enemies in the Carolinas were going to attack us. The crazy thing is...we were robbed. Sure it stopped the Carolinas but a fertile man was way more valuable then just 1 atomic bomb.

Now my grandmother was laughing it up with the same country responsible for robbing us of a fertile man.

“Are you sending any of your beautiful granddaughters to the Geneva Convention?” the senator asks.

“I'm afraid we don't have much to offer,” I overhear my grandmother telling him.

The Geneva Convention happened once a year. It's where countries that made up the old United States gathered to strike deals with one another. They traded fertile men, signed peace treaties and dealt with anything political. All nations were invited. For years my Grandfather declined sending any ambassadors to the Geneva Convention. He said that the other countries were the devil and the Geneva Convention was a meeting of snakes. Grandfather preferred to keep us away from everyone. He preferred to keep us isolated. The problem with keeping us isolated is we needed fertile men.

“I'm sure there's something,” the senator states smiling.

“Grandmother, may I speak to you...in private?” I ask.

My grandmother looks at me for a minute. She's an older woman with a slightly crooked smile. Her high cheek bones were inherited by all of her grandchildren. Her skin is the color of dark chocolate and her eyes are as clear as fresh water. She was once the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen and every now and again you can see glimpses of the woman she once was. But she wasn't that woman any longer. She was older now...beaten by life and worry of being a first lady.

“Nonsense,” she smiles, “I'm entertaining. Come later.”

“A man,” the senator finally recognizes me and lifts up an eyebrow, “I swore the Amazons didn't have any other men.”

“He's one of very few. My grandson. He's the only infertile we have left.”

The rest of them were traded to the Districts. Ma Zoe wasn't going to mention that part of it though.

“He may fetch a good price at the Convention,” the senator suggests, “Even if he is infertile.”

Just at that moment the discussion is interrupted.

“Gem?”

The voice is so familiar and when I turn to my right I see Rahmell standing there. Now that I'm looking at him closely I can see all the differences. He doesn't seem to recognize me at first. We've both changed. Where my features have softened, Rahmell's have hardened. He is still that light brown boy whose skin is a yellowish brown complexion the color of rawhide boots but no where near as hard. His mother is black and his father was white...but his father died in the outbreak. His eyebrows are thick. When he stares at me I see his eyes are still hazel. It's the only thing I recognize. When we were younger I'd check his eyes throughout the day. They'd shift in color from brown to green. In the nighttime time the dominant color was a golden brown and in the daytime they were green.

Now they were mostly green.

“Do I know you?” I ask him.

I know damn well who he is. My sister Ruby is close by. She gives me a look as though motioning me to get closer to him. She'd like me to get close to him. She is a stinger after all and the thing I'd learned about the stingers is that they like to be close to their victims.

My Grandmother is silent. She smiles strangely to herself and looks on not saying anything. It's the Senator from the District who looks a little curious.

“You two must know each other,” Senator Redd stated, “Rahmell weren't you born in these areas...”

“Yeah just outside the city. And when I tested as a fertile I came to live here at the capital,” Rahmell explains before exchanging a look with me, “Gem...it's me. There is no way in hell you forgot me...”

The Senator and my grandmother look at me. The other District men are staring at me as well. They are all looking for me to recognize Rahmell. They are all waiting for me to acknowledge him. I am confused though. Why hasn't my grandmother sold me out? Why hasn't my grandmother just told them that I know Rahmell? Something was...strange here.

That's when my grandmother changes subject, “My grandson has a horrible memory. I swear he'd lose his body if it wasn't attached to his head.”

“Sorry,” I smile.

I get out of there as soon as I can. My heart is beating seeing Rahmell. He's still the same. My heart is racing just thinking about him. I don't know why I run out into the hallway so fast. The staff in the Capital building greet me as they walk past and I hold still pretending like it doesn't mean anything to me.

I just saw Rahmell...

“You going to tell me what that was all about...”

I can hardly catch my breath until I realize that Rahmell has followed me out into the hallway. He has a suit on. It's different from the traditional Amazonian attire which consists mostly of furs and leathers. Rahmell looks more civilized now. He looks clean cut and handsome. He's still my height. His lips are still full and he has the same thin nose. His body is magnificent.

“You followed me?” I ask him.

Great. We are in the hallway alone at that moment.

Rahmell leans over to me, “You acted like you didn't remember me.”

“I don't trust the Districts.”

“I'm a District now,” Rahmell explains.

Clearly.

“So you are,” I respond.

Rahmell looks on at me awkwardly before asking me something that is clearly on his mind, “Have you heard from my mother?”

“She's fine,” I reply.

Besides the fact that she was being held in jail for inciting riots in the streets of New Florida. I couldn't tell Rahmell that though. What happened with his mother was an Amazon affair and Rahmell was no longer a part of us. Even the way he stood was District.

His posture shifts as he puts his hand on his head, “Can't believe I came back here after so long. I miss it sometimes. Miss my friends, you know?” he pauses and states, “Miss you.”

“You must have a lot of kids now. Giving District some strong, handsome boys no doubt for the next generation,” I explain, “Just how many kids do you have so far?”

Rahmell laughs a little bit as though I'm saying a joke, “Doesn't entirely work like that. It's very...me sitting in a room, jerking off in a tube several times a day. The Districts don't call me a Fertile. That's an Amazon term. The term they use is FD.”

“FD?”

“Fertility Donor. The District has the most right now. Over a thousand.”

The District had over a thousand fertile men. My mouth drops at that moment. I had no idea. I knew they had many but not that many.

“You guys must be living like kings,” I respond.

“You need to come to the Convention. All the technology is crazy. You need to see the District...it's like living in the future.”

“And I guess this is the past?” I ask.

I laugh hoping that it won't be taking so heavy hearted but this isn't a light topic. Rahmell stares at me and for a moment I recognize the old Rahmell, behind the District posture, District suit and pearly white District teeth. For a moment I see the boy who worried all the time and who dreamed even more.

“It's not all good. I miss the past. Remember how we used to talk about family back then. We used to dream about it. I'll never have that. I'll never know who my kids are. I could have hundreds in a few years. I wouldn't know. What kind of King is that?”

I shake my head at that moment, “I'm sorry Rahmell.”

“It's ok. The Man-Eater outbreak is to blame for all of this madness...”

“No. Not for that. I'm not sorry for that...”

“What are you sorry for then?” Rahmell asks me with a strange look.

“For this.”

That's when Beryl, Ruby and Pearl sneak behind Rahmell and knock him out.

Opal is standing guard outside a tent right outside the city. I find it interesting that Beryl was able to convince even Opal of this. Opal was a politician in the family and a year younger than me. She is a shrewd talker always trying to find a way to get an upper hand in something. She also happened to be my grandmother's favorite probably because she wanted to enter the political sphere so badly.

“How long does this take?” I ask.

Beryl, Ruby and Pearl have been in there for almost 30 minutes now.

Opal shrugs, “Don't know. I've never seen a man...you know...do it.”

By it...she's talking about orgasm.

“Jesus Christ. It's doesn't take this long,” I explain, “I jack off all the time.”

“Well you're shooting blanks. So maybe it takes longer when there's swimmers in your nut,” Opal explains.

I roll my eyes. Opal has always been mean and god knows how she made it so far in life saying rude things like she does. Luckily I don't have to stand out there with her for very much longer because the stingers come out of the tent. The look on their faces however lets me know that they haven't gotten very far with Rahmell.

“He's not doing it,” Beryl explains.

“What do you mean he's not doing it?” I ask, “Make him do it. I didn't think there would be a day where I have to tell you of all people how to do your job?”

“Oh I can cut him into little pieces,” Beryl suggests.

I stop him, “Wait. He is valuable. Very valuable.”

Opal looks around at all of us, “Plan B?”

I look over at Ruby, “You have to take one for country.”

Ruby was beautiful. She was drop dead beautiful actually. She has wavy long hair that went all the way down to ass. She has the womanly shape of Beryl but the pretty face of Pearl. The only thing more dangerous than Ruby's looks is her intent.

“Don't you think I've thought about that little brother?” Ruby asks me, “It won't work.”

“Why don't you try?” Pearl suggests.

“Try what?”

She sighs, “C`mon. We all know how long the two of you spent together. He clearly isn't into Ruby and if he isn't into her than...”

“Ruby might just not be his type,” I suggest.

Beryl grabs me by my collar, “Well it's time to figure out what the hell his type is.”

I try to fight back but it's sad to say that Beryl is too strong. She literally picks me up by my collar and TOSSES me into the tent with Rahmell.

Rahmell is tied up. His pants are unfastened and there is a petri dish right underneath him. Just an ounce of that fertile sperm would cost a million dollars. I look at him and I can tell by the way he's looking back at me that he is resentful that I tricked him into this. I look back at the others wondering if I should risk Beryl's wrath by attempting to leave the tent again.

I decide against it.

“Listen we just need you to nut in a cup...” I explain to Rahmell, “That's it.”

“So you can kill me afterwards?” he asks.

“I won't let that happen.”

“So what's to stop me from telling the Districts what you're trying to do when you release me?” he asks.

“Shouldn't you want to help us?” I ask him, “Even if you're District now your mother is an Amazon. I'm an Amazon.”

“You? YOU!” he sneers, “Don't pull that shit with me now. Now all of a sudden I should give a damn about you? After you knocked me out? After you betrayed me.”

“I'm not trying to hurt you. I'm just trying to do what's best for New Florida,” I explain, “Melly...I've missed you too.”

“Don't call me that,” he responds, “Get the fuck out.”

There is an abandonment in his eyes at that moment. He doesn't give a shit about me. He probably doesn't even remember me. Back in the day me calling him Melly was almost like invoking our close relationship. We'd spend hours together looking up at the stars in the Everglades. We'd listen to the nature around us. We'd talk about nothing and everything.

Me and my Rahmell.

Me and my Melly.

“We're dying...” I explain, “We'll die off. Because without another generation it won't matter. If that's ok with you.”

“Take it out.”

“What?”

Rahmell opens his hazel eyes and stares at me, “Come over here and take my dick out. Either that or release me.”

“If I untie you---would you try to escape?” I ask him.

Rahmell shrugs, “Probably.”

I roll my eyes, “Seriously Rahmell?”

“I'm not going to lie to you. We were best friends...a long time ago,” he tells me with a smart attitude clearly letting me know that that friendship is over, “If I were you I'd hurry up and jack me off before I change my mind.”

I approach him. My heart is racing. I'd never done anything like this before. I was the oldest virgin known to man probably but it was hard when you were a gay man surrounded by women. At times women threw themselves at me until my Grandfather decided to outlaw the local women from approaching me. It literally took a law.

Now here I was going up to my best friend and unzipping his pants. He looks away. I take a few deep breaths and then reach down in the hole of his pants. I feel around until I feel his penis. It isn't hard but it's thick.

I pull it out of the hole.

I stare at it for a minute.

“What? It's not going to bite you. You never seen a dick before?” he asks me.

His dick is about 7 inches soft. Mine is smaller. I stare at his dick with amazement. It has a huge head and a base with veins on it. It's thick and honestly looks just what I imagined it would look like. It folds onto the side of his thigh and then it jumps slightly. I don't know if it happens on purpose or if it happens because of him.

Back when the Internet was a lot stronger in New Florida I remember Rahmell would take me to the library and we'd watch porn. His dick looks like one of those porn stars.

I look down at it, “Not someone else's...not this close.”

“We used to watch porn all the time. I'm going to need you to man up and get this over with, Gem. You stabbed me in the back. You might as well make it worthwhile.”

I'm starting to feel like shit about doing this to Rahmell. He looks over there and for a minute I think I am about to decide against it. Rahmell is probably going to hate me forever. I think about turning and walking away. Then I think about the fact that no babies have been born in the Amazon for three months. The two Fertiles we had were only 'milked' several times a year. Grandfather felt it would make them less fertile if they kept getting milked.

So I grab hold of Rahmell's dick. I begin to work up and down the shaft. I am so hypnotized that I don't even know what the fuck I'm doing. I'm just wacking at it. Truthfully I forget about my duty and just remember all the times I used to dream about doing this to Rahmell secretly.

Was I dreaming now?

“It's...not working,” Rahmell explains to me.

“What isn't?”

“You don't know what you're doing Gem.”

“Then tell me.”

“It's...dry,” Rahmell explains to me after a few awkward seconds of examining me, “It more irritating than anything. It needs to be wet...”

“Do you see lube? Does this look like some type of sex shop? We are in a tent in the fuckin' glades,” I respond slightly annoyed.

Rahmell shrugs, “Well...that's your issue not mine. Should have thought about it before you kidnapped me. Should have stopped by a sex shop on your way here.”

“Ok...fine...”

I am over Rahmell at that moment and I take his dick into my mouth. Rahmell doesn't expect it. I hear him moan out loudly as his dick goes over my mouth. In a matter of seconds Rahmell grows to almost 10 inches in my mouth. His head is at the back of my throat so fast that I start gagging as the tip of his dick presses up against my windpipe.

“Rahmell!”

“What? I wasn't expecting that...” he explains, “I thought you were just going to. I don't know. Spit in your hand or something. I wasn't expecting all THAT!”

It hadn't even occurred to me to spit in my hand.

“Oh shit, does that work better.”

Rahmell looks at his dick, wet with my saliva. Then he looks up at me. Our eyes connect. I don't know how to react to this moment right now. I'm embarrassed as fuck. I just sucked my old best friend's dick. Like this guys and me literally grew up together and I just sucked his DICK. He looks at me as though thinking the same thing.

He seems to hesitate then, “NO! I mean...you...already started. It'll make me...you know, cum faster...or whatever.”

“Don't tell my sisters about this,” I ask him.

“If you guys don't kill me, I'll take this head thing to the grave,” he states laughing at the silly irony in his sentence.

I can tell he is trying to make this not weird. Why the fuck would he be trying to make me less nervous? I betrayed him. I backstabbed him. I kidnapped him. Still somehow Rahmell was being his old self right now making a light joke.

“Here I go.”

“Wait...this is gonna sound weird...but look up at me when you do it,” Rahmell explains, “It helps...I don't know why.”

Our eyes connect when I put my mouth on his dick again. His lips part when I do. I feel his body tense up when I go down on the shaft. I go deeper and deeper. This time I relax my throat and let his dick go as deep as I can. I'm all the way down now. His dick in in the back of my throat. Rahmell lets out a deep sigh and another moan.

Our eyes are still connecting and I hear him panting. At first it's slow and slight but then it gets deeper and fuller. He seems to forget where he is.

I bob up and down. The moans get louder. Then something weird happens. Rahmell throws his head back and begins to moan.

“Fuck yo---damn that shit feels so...so fucking good...”

I rub on his body as I do it. I can't help myself. I just want to feel on him. Rahmell is slim but he has a sexy toned body with these hard abs and this built up chest. I make my way to the sides of his rib cage feeling on his obliques and his triceps. I make my way down his muscular thighs. I can feel his dick tense up in my mouth as I do it.

“Rah-” I mumble with a mouth full of dick.

It's too late.

“FUCK I'M COMING!”

Just as he says that I hear the words, “THEY'RE COMING!”

I'm confused. I don't know who my sisters are talking about at that moment. It happens so fast. Ruby storms into the tent to see me with a mouth full of another man's dick. Just as she does that Rahmell shoots his load down my throat. I'm deepthroating at the time. I don't even have a chance to spit it out. Loads and loads of the stuff find it's way to coat the walls of my throat.

Rahmell is panting. He's sweating in his chair.

I jump off his dick.

“YOU WEREN'T SUPPOSED TO SWALLOW IT!” Ruby tells me.

She's pissed. The look in her eyes is something else.

Fuck. I'd just swallowed Rahmell's nut. How the fuck did I manage to do that? That was more than a million dollars worth of nut.

“You surprised me,” I said.

“It's too late. It's too late anyway.”

“What?”

I don't even have the time to ask before just as that moment Amazon soldiers run into the tent. Three of them struggle to grab Ruby. Two of them immediately grab me. The female soldiers grab me and drag me out of the tent at gunpoint.

When I get outside I see that Opal isn't in handcuffs. The stingers are lined up with guns aimed at their domes. The soldiers even managed to rein in Beryl even though she put up a damn good fight leaving a couple of them knocked out in front of the tent.

Several more soldiers walk over and it's clear that this has been a set up when Ma Zoe appears and stands next to Opal. I look at Opal sick to my stomach that this bitch just betrayed me or maybe it's the fact that I just swallowed an unholy amount of unborn babies.

“I'd expect this from the stingers,” Ma Zoe explains shaking her head, “But you, Gem? You kidnap another country's fertile?”

I look over at her. The stingers aren't going to apologize.

The thing is...neither am I.

“I did what I had to do.”

Ma Zoe shakes her her at that moment, “It's a shame. Because the punishment for treason...is death.”

“We'll die proudly for our country doing what you should have done.”

Ma Zoe nods.

I can feel a pistol of an Amazon soldier pressing up against my forehead.

“Release them,” Ma Zoe says.

Opal looks at her like she has three heads, “What? You just said---”

You would think my sister was upset that our grandmother wasn't killing us. The stingers and I are released per Ma Zoe's orders. We stand up there honestly just as confused as Opal. Ma Zoe looks at us and crosses her arms.

“Patience is the key to all things. I told you that there was another path besides war. While you guys were out here kidnapping another country's fertile for a couple drops of sperm...I've been working up a deal that can assure us more fertile men than we'd know what to do with...” Ma Zoe explains.

I look at her confused, “A plan.”

Ma Zoe nods at me, “Yes. Pack your things. I've just got you a ride on a shuttle to the Districts.”

“The Districts?”

Ma Zoe smiles at me and says some words that I'd never thought I'd here from an Amazon leader, “I'm sending you and your sisters to the Geneva Convention.

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