Author: Sterling Title: Drones - Sexual Predator Drones Description: Drone strikes kill too many innocents. In search of a more subtle weapon, the CIA creates a robotic device to capture females, pin them down, and rape them. But the robot that does the deed is an avatar for men far away who experience it almost as if they were there themselves. Keywords: MF MM MMMF robot BD rape preg 1st military ScFi anal NOTICE: This story contains explicit sex. First posted 5/1/2014. I'm always eager for comments, whether good, bad or mixed. Comments to sterling27@live.com. I have written many other stories and they can all be found at /files/Authors/Sterling/ For an index see /files/Authors/Sterling/A%20%20SUBJECT%20INDE X.txt You are welcome to copy this story if you include the entire text unchanged, including this notice. If you tell me where you have re-posted it, I can enjoy knowing it is appreciated and perhaps enjoy the feedback the story gets where you re-post it. Sterling And now, our feature presentation. Enjoy! ============================================================ Drones - Sexual Predator Drones Second Lieutenant Sarah Johnson walked uncertainly down the road at Nellis Air Force base. She had volunteered for a field trial -- part of getting the experience needed to advance through the ranks. The description said only that it had to do with gynecological issues in a field setting. That certainly seemed like one way to get an edge over her male colleagues. It also perhaps explained why she had been instructed to wear a dress for the occasion. She wondered when she would receive further instructions. She became aware of a rhythmic whooshing noise behind her, and turned in time to see approaching a drone of a kind she'd never seen before. Perhaps it was a medical drone? The payload portion looked more or less the size of a motorcycle -- under a motorcycle-sized car port. She saw a tube much like a gun barrel point in her direction, and an instant later felt an impact in her stomach, followed by a sting. What the hell? She felt faint and crumpled to the ground, but she didn't lose consciousness. She tried to roll onto her side, but her muscles first felt very weak and then she realized they weren't responding at all. Panic rose in her, though she calmed herself by remembering this was a program of her own government -- the good guys. She saw the drone land right over her, two mechanical legs visible from where she lay. The rotor engines cut out. Now she heard the whirring of servo motors and felt blunt things brushing against her. One robotic arm just below her field of vision inserted itself underneath her at chest height. It lifted and rolled her onto her back. Now she could see a whole array of six robot arms, and as she watched the arms whir into their positions, she felt a mechanical hand take each of her forearms and lift it out to the side and up, at full extension. Down below robotic hands were clumsily grabbing her dress and trying to lift it around her middle. They succeeded after a fashion, though the dress was still wedged under her bottom. Two other mechanical hands grabbed the inside of her thighs and lifted, also spreading them apart. A slender appendage with what looked like blunt-ended scissors nudged between her panties and upper thigh and moved from right to left. The sudden coolness told her that her vulva was now exposed. Below she was now in a reasonable approximation of the position she would assume for a pelvic exam. Her upper half resembled Jesus on the cross. She wondered at the high-tech waste of it all. Wasn't it a lot easier to just ask women to get into such a position? Suddenly her perceptions of the situation changed. What emerged from the underside of the drone's body was still very obviously a robot, but it looked very much like a man's torso and legs, and where the head should be a convex dark screen. Between the legs emerged a very realistic looking robotic penis, an unnatural dark red, but pulsing brighter at the approximate rate of a man's heartbeat. She felt a sharp prick in her left thigh where the robotic arm was holding her, followed by a burning that indicated an injection. Within a few seconds she could feel her skin tingling and a warmth in her muscles, and found she could move again. "Wha.... uuhhhhh..... uuuuuu" came out as she tried to speak. A few seconds later it came out as she intended: "What the fuck is going on!" She struggled, but the robotic arms held her firmly. She could move her head and twist her upper torso from side to side or up and down. She could flex her knees, clutch her fists and flex her feet -- but that was about all. Suddenly the convex screen came to life. "Like this?" said a man's voice, as she saw the image of a man's ear. "Yes -- you're on!" said a voice in the background. "Oh, yeah!" said the face as it turned to face her. He was a young man with a couple days growth of beard. "Shit! Experiment over! Let me go! I didn't volunteer for this! I want out right now!" The convex screen with the man's head projected onto it looked remarkably like a head. The face looked at her -- sort of. The eyes seemed focused on a point inside her skull. "Yeah, they told me you'd pretend to be upset. Let me warm you up -- here." Down below she felt a blunt object cover the area of her clitoris, then start vibrating. The pleasure was intense -- but unnatural and obscene. She felt her entire crotch area engorge with the blood of arousal and felt her vagina lengthen. Then the vibration stopped. Control of the torso now evidently shifted because it no longer moved like a robot -- it moved like a man. The man's head looked down, so the screen in front of her showed the top of his head. She looked down too. "This sure is hot!" exclaimed the man as the robotic thighs descended onto hers, the red penis closing in on her opening. "This is not funny!" she shouted, squirming with all her might. But the penis made contact with her opening and pressed hard against her soft tissues. It forced its way inward, backing and thrusting, irregularly, chafing and uncomfortable. But as it dipped inside it made contact with her sexual wetness and spread it outward on the backstrokes. Soon the penetration was well lubricated and it no longer hurt. The penis was much warmer than any man's organ -- not uncomfortably hot by any means, just a very erotic heat -- and all the more horrible for that. "Wow, it feels just right!" said the head, still looking down to where the red prong had disappeared. "When I hump it feels just like a pussy!" "Right," said the voice in the background. "The prong on the drone picks up the sensations exactly and transmits them to the vagina in the sex doll." "Shit!" said Sarah. "Get that out of me! Let me out of here!" She shook her head from side to side violently and strained against the robotic restraints that held her forearms and thighs. "Good acting," said the head, which now turned to face her again. Down below, the penis pumped in and out with the unmistakable rhythm of a man fully aroused and fucking his woman. The face matched, eyes slightly unfocused, with a slack grin, breathing picking up with the exertion down below. "Oh, unnnh, unnnh, ahhhhh, mmmmm, unnnnh," muttered the man. The blunt object against her clitoris began vibrating again. "Oh yeah, oh yeah, that's it, mmmmm, oooooooohhh, nnnnnnh, nnnnnnnh, OOOOOOOHHHHHH!" said the man. The head of the penis inside her swelled far more than any man's could, and suddenly became even warmer, though not painful. The tip swelled and subsided in what she sickeningly realized was the rhythm of pulses in a man's ejaculation. Meanwhile, the strip on her clitoris vibrated rapidly and her body had an unnaturally intense orgasm, horrible pure pleasure and release. The penis slid out of her, the man's face with a stupid grin fading out and sound fading out just as he said, "You're one hot babe! Sarah sighed. At least it was over! But the screen came up again and there was a different man. "Yeah, I can feel it," he said. "I'm working it now... There she is!" Sarah looked at the freckled, lopsided face, which looked below and watched the penis plunge up into her body again, this time without resistance. "You asshole! Fuck head!" she shouted. "Wow! That's really hot! Say that again!" said the man, fucking away in his own entirely human but slightly different rhythm. He was pressed in deep, taking small but rapid strokes. Sarah said nothing, tears running down her cheeks. His breathing got quicker, but he said nothing. She felt the tip inside her grow and become hot, and just as his face relaxed it began the same pulsing swelling and subsiding. She became aware of real men in the real world, dressed in khaki, two on her left and two on her right, all doing slightly different things. One was kneeling with video camera focused down where the fucking was taking place, another was squatting and peering at her face intently, while on the other side one stood taking video of the entire scene, and the other just stood with arms folded. The penis withdrew from her pussy, but seconds later the screen came to life again and another man forced the same organ up into her. She lay expressionless as man after man operated the robotic organ, all ending with that obscene heat and the pulsing, expanding tip. She lost track around the sixth man, but it kept going. Only occasionally was one of those robotic orgasms administered to her. She felt a sting in her thigh again, and a burning, and seconds later realized she couldn't move. Meanwhile, the screen went blank, the torso and attached erection quickly lifted away from her and the protective housing slid into place to hide both. The rotors started, all of the robotic arms released her and retracted, and with an energetic whirring, the drone lifted off and rapidly disappeared. The men remained, watching her. Within a few seconds her motor function began returning, she tested her arms and legs, and slowly sat up, smoothing the dress down over her. "So, Lieutenant Johnson, how do you feel?" asked the man who had been peering at her, clinical. Sarah just sat there, staring into space. --------------------------------------------------------- It was a highly classified program. Before entering the room they had all been carefully checked for electronic devices of any kind. This was George Smith's big chance. The general in charge of the meeting looked at George and said, "Our first speaker is Mr. Paul Wilson, a civilian consultant." He wasn't to be known by his real name, of course. "Thank you for the opportunity to make this presentation today," he said to the general, then turned to face the others around the table. He was not at all surprised but also very glad that no token women had been appointed to this project. "As you know, drone attacks on terrorist targets have generated negative publicity. The political pressure to sharply curtail their use is known to all of us. Aside from the reaction of the general public, there are also sound strategic reasons to look for more selective techniques with less collateral damage. Also, a serious limitation of the lethal drone strikes is that the targets are seen as martyrs and their martyrdom becomes an aid to recruitment. We kill one high-value target but on average generate 2.6 more recruits. "The current proposal involves equipment known as GID, for 'gynecological insertion device'. It has as its proximate target women. Of course, the status of women is not high among the groups that are of greatest concern to us at this moment in history. However, the fate of women is still of great interest to men. Of even greater interest to us is how conflicts over women can give rise to profound rifts among men. "The GID is a payload of the new drone airframe known to us by the codename Voldemort. The GID involves some of the latest robotic techniques. The basic protocol is as follows: A dart immobilizes and sedates the woman. The drone lands over her, and robotic arms deploy to position her limbs for sexual access and to restrain her and hold her in this position. She is also given a common memory disruption agent so that she will not even remember the approach of the drone. A selective cutting device removes obstacles posed by any garments. The GID then deploys a device which is inserted into the vagina. Semen can be ejected from the end of the device. Once the vaginal injection is complete, the restraints are removed and the Voldemort lifts off and flies away. "The main purpose of the GID is to impregnate women. One of the lesser-known advances in our biochemistry unit is the ability to monitor female hormone levels from up to two klicks away -- a truly remarkable achievement. The expected mode of operation is to identify a female who is fertile, wait until she is alone, and fertilize her with the GID. Any questions?" There were none. The general rose and said, "Thank you, Mr. Wilson. Next I'd like to introduce Colonel Farnswood to explain our most exciting potential application of the GID." "Thank you, General Gilchrist. As many of you know, Mullah Ali Maghukhti is of great interest to us. He is charismatic, fiercely anti-American, a politically astute coalition builder, and has the potential to become a new Osama Bin Laden. He is known for his moral uprightness and his respectful and fair dealings with all around him. He has just one wife. "He also has a rather distinctive facial shape..." Here the Colonel produced an old-fashioned 8 x 10 color print and passed it around. "We were also able through our undercover assets to obtain a DNA sample from the Mullah. Using technology which may be unfamiliar to you, as it has rarely influenced our work before, we are able to grow spermatogenic tissue from arbitrary male DNA, which in turn produces sperm that are indistinguishable from those produced by the man himself. "Our plan is to find the wives and daughters of prominent men who are ever in close geographic proximity to the Mullah, and impregnate them with the Mullah's sperm. We hope the resulting babies will resemble the Mullah to a sufficient degree to arouse suspicion, and if suspicious parties bring to bear sophisticated DNA testing, it will show that indeed he is the father. This could lead to an outright killing of the Mullah as a matter of honor, but should in any event seriously tarnish his reputation and cause deep schisms within a movement which has shown an unfortunate tendency in recent years to heal past divisions. The woman will have no memory of her experience. She will be aware of a torn undergarment, if she was wearing one, and quite likely an awareness that something entered her vagina. However, we doubt such girls or women are likely to share such intimate matters with men. Any questions?" There were none. The general said, "And now Mr. Wilson will give the final portion of the presentation." "Thank you. This second part of my presentation deals with the enhanced mode of GID operation as a psychological warfare tool. In this case, we give only a short-acting immobilizing agent so that the woman is aware of what she is experiencing. The seminal injector robotic system resembles a man in many respects, including torso, thighs and penis. We are also able to project the head of a real man onto the convex imaging surface. At a nearby secure facility, one of our agents can be outfitted with a haptic sensor and stimulation array. As he interacts with a high tech sex doll, his motions will then control the thighs and pelvis of this humanoid robot which has mounted the female. In particular, every sensation a human penis would feel if it were in that position will be relayed by the robotic penis and reproduced with high fidelity in the artificial vagina to produce the same sensations in the controlling man's own penis. The woman will feel very much like a man is having intercourse with her, including his facial expressions and any vocalizations he makes. If he achieves orgasm, this can be conveyed to the robot and semen injected into the woman." A few men had faint, knowing smiles. "A mechanical raper," murmured one. "Now, of course we can link any number of stations to this device, so as soon as one man has finished, we can switch control to another station where another man will repeat the procedure. We can simulate with reasonable fidelity a gang rape experience. "Hostile women who undergo this will likely experience distress. Pregnancy from such an experience will be additionally demoralizing. The hostile men will also become demoralized as they realize they are powerless to protect their wives and daughters. "On the other hand, certain American agents will have the opportunity to provide semen, and some may find a morale boost in the opportunity for forced sexual relations with hostile women, especially if they father a child." There were nods. "Any questions?" There were none. George's personal opinion was that operation in that mode would be a disaster. Talk about a recruiting tool for hostiles! But the technology had been available, and the intelligence and military bureaucracy had spun out this misogynistic mode of operation. Large sums had flowed into the hands of well-placed contractors to meet the far more complicated mission requirements required for this mission. And once developed, the capability would be used. They knew that the most important man in the room would never remove his dark glasses during the meeting. But he now spoke. "I think these sound like very promising plans. You are both to be congratulated, and I hope you will convey that to your teams as well." --------------------------------------------------------- Schwarzkopf Base was one of the three permanent American installations left in Afghanistan after the combat troops and advisers had been withdrawn. One building was reserved for CIA operations. The base itself was naturally surrounded by a multi-layered security perimeter. The CIA building had its own additional security perimeter separating it from the rest of the base. Different kinds of drones came and went regularly from the modest hangar, including Voldemorts with nondescript payload modules. The night's operation was under the command of Lieutenant Roger Lee. Working with him were three agents: Bill Jones, Fred McDonald, and Jeff Sanchez. All of the participants were in separate, individual rooms. Bill studied his display carefully, a composite of the drone's multiple camera feeds along with some other readouts. "Got one," he said to himself, but it went over the audio channel too. "Whooop! Let's get her!" said his pal Fred. "Nah," said the Lieutenant. "See, she's not fertile." Bill had just seen that himself. "In fact, she's bleeding," Fred added. "No way we're gonna soak a fine US tail hook in haji pussy blood. She's on the way to the outhouse, looks like. Changing tampons, maybe?" "They got no tampons," said Bill. "Yucky rags then," said Fred. "I don't care. She's too close to the house, too. Find us a target, Lieutenant! Giddy-up!" The devices were known as GIDs. The drone whooshed softly through the night, leaving that village and zipping quietly over a ridge into the next valley. They'd investigated this valley the night before without any luck, and a couple times before that over the past month. Roger brought them to the furthest downstream of a series of small settlements. "There's the goats," said Fred, noting a dozen infrared signals. "I'll look to the right." "OK, I'll look left," said Bill, moving his head and fingers to aim and zoom the other infrared camera. Most people were asleep, of course. But this very fact allowed them the opportunity to complete a GID insertion without detection. Many females they found awake were on a quick trip to the privy, and they were unsuitable due to the danger of detection by others nearby. They needed to find targets at some distance from the settlement. After several minutes, Roger turned the drone to head up the valley. Over the course of an hour they examined three settlements -- or maybe four, it wasn't clear just how many huts it took to make a settlement. Then Bill spotted a figure along the path moving up the valley, a half klick up from the last house. He zoomed in. A female. He clicked to engage the hormonal analyzer. It came back green. Maximum fertility! "I've got our lucky girl!" said Bill. "Fertile. Far enough away from the other houses." The others instantly shifted their main feed to his camera. "Oh, yeah," said Fred. "Bad girl, out by yourself at night! You looking for some good American cock?" Bill's display showed the distance closing as Roger flew the drone towards the girl rapidly. Suddenly she looked up, and after a moment's hesitation, started sprinting back down the valley. "Oh, I do declare you are too slow, honey!" said Fred. "I've got the dart gun," said Bill. "Just a little closer..." But Roger knew what to do. When the hum began that signaled they were within range, Bill aimed to lead the running girl just a little and pushed his button. The girl flinched, ran a few more yards, then tripped, stumbled, and fell. Roger continued to close, and brought the bird down. "You see that, Jeff?" asked Fred. "Ready to show her a good time?" "Oh yeah, I'm in the telefucker now. Shaft ready to go." He presumably had taken a quick look at his favorite porn video feed to get his organ ready for the operation ahead. The drone settled over the girl, who had fallen right in the dirt track. "Why don't we do it in the road?..." sang Fred softly. The different monitors showed the girl being flipped onto her back, the arms stretched out and pinned, thighs lifted and spread. The AI was working well, so all that was required of Bill as he maneuvered her thighs into position was an occasional adjustment. Bill was in charge of the panty cutter, but saw that it would not be needed. "Oh, you little slut," he said. "No panties. She was just waiting for some stud to take her!" "Whoa, how old is she, do you think?" said Roger. Bill looked and saw his point. It was hard to tell with these natives, but if she was fertile she was old enough. As he watched, the paralytic antagonist drug took effect and the girl looked around, eyes wide with terror. "Not a day under 18!" said Jeff. "But I bet I got me a virgin!" CIA regulations forbade sexual activity with anyone under 18, even if they were a hostile. Like many such regulations, it was often observed in the breach. "I bet you did," said Bill, wishing he'd been first. "Let's give her some nice atmosphere for her first time," said Jeff, and the illumination of her head got dimmer and turned reddish. Down below, though, her native snatch was clearly illuminated in white, showing brown hair on tan skin, slit small and probably never before disturbed by a male. Bill got into his own telefucker, face down on the couch. The video feed had been plenty to get him hard. He inserted his cock in the sheath. It wasn't in the protocols, but it was easy enough to adjust operations in the field so that the sensations from the controlling cock were relayed to the other men as they lay on their own sex dolls. There was no feedback to coordinate action with sensation, but it was still entirely pleasurable. For training purposes, of course. "Oooo, you're so good at foreplay," said Fred, as Jeff pressed the little arm against the girl's clit. Her eyes went wide and she swallowed. Bill watched as the red US government cock -- Jeff's at the moment -- approached the little slit. As the tip brushed her opening, Bill felt it on his own cock, just as if he was poised at her opening himself. "Here goes!" said Jeff, and Bill saw and felt the red phallus press hard against the girl and then poke through. The girl's "Aaaaiiiiiiii!" came through over the audio as she shook her head from side to side. Bill's cock felt the penetration as scratchy and a little painful, but the prospect was so exciting he didn't mind. "I guess she was a virgin!" said Fred, as Jeff pulled back the cock and they saw the shaft streaked with blood as a bit more trickled down out of her pussy. "Oh, yes!" said Bill. Jeff jammed in again, and within a couple strokes the girl's artificially induced natural lubrication was easing their path. "Mmmmmmmm," said Fred. Roger's voice said, "I keep saying you guys are all faggots too." "Oh, cram it, you queen!" said Fred. It was all in good fun. Roger was gay and had no interest in feeling his cock sliding into a pussy. All the more for them, thought Bill, and he could monitor the instruments dispassionately while the others might be distracted by lust. But Roger had something of a point. It was Fred's thrusting hips that controlled the artificial phallus that was sticking out of the artificial torso that was on top of the girl in the valley. And Bill was feeling the same sensations radioed back to his cock that Fred was feeling. He wasn't causing them -- in that respect it was more like the girl was magically rhythmically impaling herself on him, or perhaps someone else shoving his hips in and out. But he wasn't engaged sexually with Fred's cock -- his cock and Fred's were the same. He turned down the sensation amplifier a bit so that he wouldn't come too soon. Unbeknownst to the others, Roger had a replica of the GID payload in his locked battle station compartment. It was part of the testing equipment of the drone. Roger was on his stomach on his couch, naked from the waist down, and had lubed his butt hole generously. Instead of having his cock inserted into the telefucker, he held his butt up under the GID, and he had positioned it such that as Jeff was poking the one mechanical penis into the pussy of the poor girl in the valley, the other was penetrating Roger's ass! Now every thrust of Jeff's shoved the test GID's cock in and out of Roger's back door. He got to get laid by these three hunks without their knowing it! He pretended that this assignment was just a job to him, while it was a lusty consummation to his fellows. But in fact, he craved these missions as much as they did. "Got my sperm all ready to go?" panted Jeff as he pounded away. "Roger," said Roger, though he was lying. When preparing the drone for its flight, Roger had just this once loaded his own sperm into Jeff's slot in the drone, and loaded Jeff's into the replica that was currently fucking his ass. "Fred's on deck, then Bill's last," he said. Jeff addressed the girl, though it was highly doubtful she could understand a word he said. "Uncle Sam's cock is far better than any of the little floppy things sticking out of your dirty terrorist boys." "Go for it!" said Fred. "Oh, yeah," said Jeff. "A big load to start your baby -- with me as daddy! Oh yeah, oh yeah... Ooooohhhhh!" he groaned. Jeff's current load of sperm shot out of his cock and into the telefucker. The device sensed it. The probes inside of the girl and Roger swelled and got hot as Roger's sperm flooded the virginal pussy of the girl in the valley and Jeff's earlier production flooded Roger's rectum. The heat was transferred to the inside of Fred and Bill's telefucker tubes. With a few quick jerks of his hand, Roger reached his own climax, and in shockingly low-tech fashion his semen simply spurted onto the plastic upholstery under him. It was better to get his orgasm out of the way quickly, so he really could monitor the sensors without sexual urgency clouding his judgment. But he'd keep the artificial cock pumping in and out of him as long as the others made it go. As Fred took control of the robotic cock, his face also replaced Jeff's on the display above the girl. "Hi there, honey. Tired of looking at that ugly face? You'll come just looking at me, right?" He chuckled. Smoochy sounds came over the audio. The girl was lying quietly, face to the side, mouth turned down in grief as tear tracks were visible below each eye. Bill could feel Fred moving the cock a little differently from the beginning, and soon he was pounding away harder and faster than Jeff ever had. "Look at me, you little cunt," he murmured. "Unnh, unnh, unnnh!" he said loudly, and he was rewarded as the girl did glance up at him briefly. "See, she listens to me," he said. "OK, babe, have some real sperm! Oh, fuck you, bitch, right up your lousy cunt, take it from me, here it goes... Aaahhhhhhhh!" he said. If Jeff had followed the usual pattern, he had disengaged from his own telefucker as soon as he had come. But Bill felt the warmth once more. "Bill's up," said Roger. Bill felt the control turn over to him. He just smiled at the girl and began a slow fuck, pressing the cock in deep and holding it there for a bit before pulling out and shoving in again. He'd been plenty excited by the relayed fucking by the two previous guys, so he was calming down a bit. "They keep complaining Americans kill -- but see, we're paying back, we're creating new people too, get it?" He began an earnest journeyman's fuck, nothing special or innovative, and all the more enjoyable for doing it the old-fashioned, time-tested way. In and out, moderate pace, moderate depth. His excitement built deliciously. "Uh oh," said Roger. "We've got a native coming up from the settlement. Time to get out of here." "Oh, shit," said Bill, suddenly fucking in earnest. "Give me ten seconds, OK?" "OK, ten seconds," said Roger. The illumination on the girl cut out and he could barely see her. He felt his orgasm start almost at once, and he started spewing. Just as the last shot had dribbled out, he felt himself lose control of the cock. The video feeds showed in infrared the various arms retracting from the limp girl. Roger handled the take-off as Bill just watched. He squeezed his sperm out of the telefucker into a vial, ready to be frozen for their next excursion. --------------------------------------------------------- Roger Lee found himself in a contemplative mood as he sat at the breakfast table with his 10-year-old daughter Afsoon and his boyfriend Samuel. Sunday morning, bagels and lox, the Times... Sunlight flooded the room, shining on Roger as he sat. Samuel listened carefully as Afsoon chattered away. They smiled at each other. That was a good sign. He and Samuel had been seeing each other off and on for a month, and this was the second time he'd stayed over Saturday night. How had a gay man managed to father a child with an Afghan woman? CIA operations, of course. The GID device. The scandal had been huge when the program was discovered. The babies conceived by the foreign devils were most unwelcome, and as one tiny gesture of conciliation, the US had offered to take any who were not wanted and raise them in good homes. DNA testing had revealed easily enough that Afsoon was his, and while he was under no obligation, he had grabbed the opportunity to be a father. She was a charming girl. She'd come to him at the age of three after a year in foster homes, and the transition had been smooth. He'd done the swap because he wanted Jeff's semen shot into his ass. Needing to put a vial of sperm in the drone, he'd gone to the obvious source. And from that afterthought, the willing complicity of some American contractors in a gang rape scheme, and a wildly misguided government program, Roger had gotten himself loving custody of one very energetic, intelligent little girl. He was really letting himself hope that Samuel was The One. He hoped they could become a happy little family of three. Samuel saw him looking and gave him one kind of smile, then turned back and gave Afsoon another kind, a fatherly smile. Just as it should be. ============================================================ What did you think? I'm always eager for comments, whether positive, negative or mixed. Comments to sterling27@live.com.