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.

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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.

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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."

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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.

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