First Posted on 15 Apr 2001


                         Welcome to the Future
                                   by
                             Kenny N Gamera

I laid my rifle to the side and looked back to my men.  Most 
followed my suit; still others stared out at the plain, with 
weapons firmly in hand.  Those were the veterans.  I should 
have done the same, but I was just too damned tired from the 
day's fighting.  I needed to think, as well. 

That is the officer's job, and damn it, I should be doing it
while I have the chance. 

The air smelled heavily of cordite and sweat.  Thankfully, 
there was very little else to tell by the nose.  The wind blew 
away from the peak that we held.  It carried the stench of 
rotting alien away with it.  A part of me wondered if the 
aliens found it as repulsive as humans did. I could not 
imagine, however, how it could not. 

My men were exhausted and sorely used.  As I scanned their 
tired faces, I wished for the reinforcements that my 
commanders had been promised. We could hold for some time 
still, but soon some would break. The stress of the daily 
fighting would take its toll and see to that. 

And behind us was nothing. 

I turned back to the field below our hill.  Bodies were 
scattered in random patches where human bullets and human 
shells tore at the heavily armoured bodies of the aliens.  
Mankind must have come as a shock to this enemy.  The evidence 
of their invincibility was scattered across the explored 
region of space.  The ruins of five space-faring species told 
the tale of these monsters. 

Then they attacked Homo Sapiens.  We had the weapons to hurt 
them that none of their other victims had ever had need to 
develop. We had the know how to use them.  We had the will to 
use them. Unfortunately, we needed just a few more warm 
bodies.  At least, we did in the colonies. 

With a sigh I turned to the sky, and the pale, dark fire of 
our red sun.  I wondered how my family fared back in the 
protected rear, beneath this very same hostile star.  A star 
that my distant ancestors choose to come to settle.  
Involuntarily dragging me here as well, I thought in the 
instant before a black streak came into my vision. 

In short moments, it turned into a ball that fell straight 
towards me with a whistling sound classically associated with 
a bomb. The world then stopped. 

I woke up in a bed.  A real bed, with clean blankets and white 
sheets. From nowhere, came the gentle music of a flute, a 
concerto of Mozart.  I struggled upward and looked around me; 
I was in hospital. 

A very good hospital of the sort that Ravenstar had not hosted
in decades. 

A girl walked in.  She was young and smiling; I thought of a 
schoolgirl.  She wore decadent fashion in her clothing.  Bare 
midriff and long hair.  Long legs which were exposed and 
tanned.  I had not seen the like since before the war. 

"Welcome back, Captain Gamera," she said in a cheerful voice 
as she opened the window and let in the sun.  The room 
brightened much more than it should have on Ravenstar.  I 
blinked at the unaccustomed light. 

"Where is this place?"  A part of me recoiled from  the abrupt 
rudeness of my question. 

"Ravenstar, Captain."  She looked at me from the window. "After
the war, by some decades, however." 

"What...?" 

"Relax, sir."  She came over and adjusted my pillows so I 
could sit up against them.  She gently pushed me back into 
their soft support.  "The war was won, but at a cost of many 
lives to a weapon that the enemy brought against us.  It froze 
time within a small field.  Men partially in that field died. 

"Their bodies were deprived of necessary enzymes or blood would
be blocked by the time dam.  A few were lucky, because somehow
their entire bodies were trapped in the field.  We only recently 
discovered how to reverse the effect." 

I stared at her.  "And I am ..." 

"An early experiment in releasing the soldiers from the 
field." She looked at me with a gleam in her eyes.  "A success 
as well, I am happy to report." 

"When will I see the doctor?"  This made her smile.  "I would
like to leave as quickly as possible." 

"You are seeing the doctor right now, Captain."  She bowed her 
head. "It was my procedure which freed you." 

"I thank you, Doctor" 

"Oh yes you will, Captain."  She moved closer to me and her lips 
grabbed at my ear lobe and gave it a tug.  This, she followed
with a whisper. "You will thank me in a way that will please me
greatly.  I am sure that it will please you as well." 

Her hand went to my manhood and began to stroke at it as I 
involuntarily became hard.  Her tongue began to lick around my 
ear.  I shook with arousal and confusion as the silk of the 
sheets stimulated my penis and the excitement of the wet 
appendage on my ear began to excite my nervous system. 

"Hmmm!"  She purred when I became completely hard.  "You are so 
big." 

I choked on a laugh as I looked down at the tent which came to 
almost five and a half inches above my torso.  She apparently 
felt that she needed to lay it on very thick.  If it were to 
boost my ego, she was wasting her air; I had grown used to my 
short stature long ago. Still. she pulled back the sheets of 
my hospital bed with real enthusiasm. 

She moved her mouth from my ear and looked down at my cock. 
She stared at it with glazed eyes  Her expression left me 
embarrassed and I thought of the remembered snatches of 
pornography that I had seen while a soldier.  I looked at  my 
penis and superimposed pictures of similar scenes. Very little 
of it showed above her hand as she held it. Almost as much as 
some had shown with a woman holding a tool with two hands. 

"So big," she said one more time as her mouth sank over my 
rod. It easily became lost when her face reached my pubic 
hair.  She began to bob her pretty face up and down, in a 
slovenly given blow job. Yet, my body responded to the action 
and my pulse grew quick. My eyes closed and I moaned. 

It had been months on the front without sex of any sort.  The 
feeling of any contact against my skin was enough to begin 
taking my body towards climax.  The poor attempt at oral sex 
that this doctor whose name I did not know felt better than 
the best I had received from the most expensive of whores. 

She pulled away.  I was close, but not close enough for her to
need to stop and prolong my pleasure.  I had not even reached the
point of teasing.  She looked at me, however, and smiled. 

"I'm I doing it right?  I have never done this before." 

"You will make me cum if you keep that up." 

Her smile grew larger, "Well, then.  I had better quit and go to 
the main event." 

She climbed onto my bed and lifted her skirt. She wore nothing 
beneath it, but I barely had a chance to examine anything before 
she climbed on top of me.  With an embarrassingly easy motion she 
sank onto my penis. 

She had just begun her sloppy motions, when another woman 
entered the room.  This one smiled and than began to laugh. 
"Doctor Wilson, the President has yet to get the news and you 
already start to collect your reward." 

Doctor Wilson bit her lower lip and growled in pleasure, "I just 
take what is my right.  He is mine.  The President has agreed to 
that." 

The second woman looked at me.  She must have noted the 
confusion written on my expression, so she explained, "Has the 
Doctor explained anything about what had happened since the 
war?  I thought not. 

"Captain, you are one of maybe one hundred thousand men on a 
planet of eighteen million women.  And most of those are boys. 
Another hundred thousand men are trapped in time fields just 
as you were.  We need those resources if the colony is to 
survive.  As a reward for finding a way to release them, 
Doctor Wilson was promised a harem of men, for her to breed 
with and to stud out to others. 

"You are her first choice.  I hope you enjoy her ownership." The 
visiter turned to my lover.  "Finish with him quickly.  The
President will want to see you, before she proclaims a fete." 

The woman turned and walked away as I shot a pleasureless load
into Doctor Wilson. 


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