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OTEC the novel		http://literatemachine.com/node/142
OTEC COPYRIGHT (C) 2007 DAWootan, ALL RIGHTS RESERVED by DAWootan

Vin had a tiny  slice he visited from time to time.
Vin didn't give a whit about historical accuracy, in this reality Inuits 
were noble savages, living in a state of grace, free of sin.
There were nine Eskimos in an igloo, three generations of extended 
family, spending the long, cold, dark polar night, together in a single 
room.
There were no trees, no firewood, no stove.
Children in a separate bedroom would freeze to death, the only source of 
warmth in their small room was the heat of their own bodies.
Mostly they were in the dark, there was not enough animal oil to have a 
lamp burning full-time.
Initially the snow blocks produced an anechoic sound chamber, but like 
an old-fashioned refrigerator, the steam from their breath, soon 
condensed, producing smooth hard ice.
Their tiny room of ice had excellent acoustics, if grandmother urinated 
in a bucket, everyone shared the act. Grandmother was naked underneath 
polar bear skins, so were her children and grandchildren.
The igloo was essentially one big cozy bed.
Three generations of extended family  in bed together, naked.
Societies adapt, accommodate or perish.
Eskimo society enthusiastically embraced the one thing that allows 
survival under these conditions ... sex.
They would spend four months inside their frozen igloo with no radio, 
marijuana, television, wine, books, whiskey, music, telephone, pizza 
delivery or light to read by.
Vin was a four-year-old boy, feeling his grandmother's hands on him, 
trembling with excitement as her wrinkled fingers began stroking his 
tiny penis.
She was very skillful, having stroked penises since she was six years 
old, when she had crawled up to her sleeping father, closing her small 
digits around his manhood, pleased with her ability to produce an 
erection, laughing as his semen coated her fingers.
The following "day", her family listened, smiling, as she had sex with 
her eight year old brother.
Young children from most other cultures would have needed instruction, 
but Eskimo children know precisely what to do, they had done it before.
Her brother did not take her virginity, Eskimo girl's hymens are 
ruptured through sex play from their family
or neighbors, before their memory develops.
In most cultures, there is a ceremony when a boy or girl becomes an adult.
Eskimos do not have a ceremony as there is no sexual barrier between 
young and old.
Vin laughed with joy as his grandmother pulled him to her, guiding his 
tiny erection into her warm vagina.
She held her legs together so her vaginal lips rubbed on the tiny penis 
bringing pleasure to her grandson, as he leaned forward his warm breath 
on her fallen breasts, his small hands holding her wrinkled body, as 
they moved against each other, a couple making love, feeling love, aware 
others were listening, sharing their love.
Usually Vin's mother, and her eldest son, or his father and their middle 
daughter, or even eldest daughter
and middle brother went first.
Vin had no memory of ever going first, he was pleased he was able, 
feeling honored, he was a man now.
The excellent acoustics insured everyone heard the sounds of love, 
holding still, sharing the joy of it.
Soon the young boy heard his sister whispering, followed by the 
pneumatic sounds of a penis within a vagina, as father began sharing his 
body with his daughter.
The faint whispers of moving flesh and sounds of pleasure informed him 
his oldest brother was bringing great pleasure to his pregnant mother.
The movement within her swollen belly would often wake her, causing her 
to reach for her eldest son,
who slept beside her.
Like most Eskimo boys he had been having sex with his mother as long as 
he could remember.
He was his mother's principal sex partner now, sleeping against her 
enormous belly, feeling the child he had fathered moving within her.
He had no way of knowing he was the father, his mother being Eskimo, 
regularly shared herself with all
forty seven Eskimo men and boys in the village.
Gradually small sounds of movement from everyone told Vin his entire 
family had joined in.
The young boy knew what was happening, he had heard his family sharing 
sex thousands times ... had joined in thousands of times, he had no 
memory of his first sex.
While still in diapers, before their memory develops, Eskimo children 
experience sexual pleasure.
Their parents and neighbors had manipulated their intimate parts as far 
back as they could remember.
Eskimo girls openly fondle the tiny sex organs of brothers and sisters 
left in their care.
One summer his middle sister had called every one to watch a naked nine 
months old baby girl she was holding.
The girls mother, and most of the village gathered to watch.
The infant girl was cooing with pleasure, enjoying her first sex act, 
smiling at the adults looking down at her.
Vin's oldest sister was kneeling behind her tiny brother, reaching 
around his naked body, giggling as the boy's penis penetrated  the nine 
month old vagina.
Middle sister continued holding the baby girl, as oldest sister moved 
closer, her belly holding Vin in place, her hips moving as adults 
shouted encouragement.
Two-year-old Vin looked up at the circle of smiling Eskimos.
"My son is a man now." Vin's farther, declared with obvious pride to the 
little girl's mother.

It is the Eskimo way, no one, born with genitals, is denied, sexual 
pleasure.
( Eskimos born without genitals are left in the snow to die.)
Vin was old enough now, no longer a passive observer, no longer a child 
at his mother's breast, although
like all Eskimo mother's, if food was plentiful, she would allow a sex 
partner a swallow of warm breast milk.
Vin was no longer an infant having his penis stroked by an older sister, 
he was a big boy now, part of an Eskimo family, able to contribute sexually.
He did his best to bring pleasure to his female relatives, helping his 
family share each others bodies until an exhausted sleep overcame them.
Polar bears sleep through the winter, Eskimos come as close to 
hibernation as they can, with hours of deep sleep brought on by sexual 
exhaustion.
Eskimos have tens of millennia of cultural memory, knowing, this is the 
only way they can survive.
Eskimo men have their special ceremony they perform before the long 
night arrives, tying strips of hide together, making ropes linking all 
the igloos, even in the darkens, Eskimo men could
crawl from igloo to igloo, knowing a warm and willing female was waiting 
in the next igloo.
To do it any other way would introduce jealousy, envy, madness and murder.

In time Christian missionaries came.
The Eskimos accepted Christianity, believed these men spoke for a great God.
They smiled knowingly, as missionaries preached about Adam and Eve 
living in the Garden of Eden without sin, enjoying guilt free sex.
They also preached that after the Garden of Eden God took personal 
interest in everyone's sex life, wanting men to deny other men sexual 
access to their wives.
Eskimos realized these white men knew nothing of sex.
It was obvious only the Eskimo remained, other people had developed an 
awareness of sin, feeling shame and guilt, forcing God to expel them 
from the garden of Eden.
God, had obviously not told them, knowing they would be jealous.
To survive the winter, God had given his chosen people, the Eskimo, his 
gift of totally guilt free sex

		_____

Old Earth needed state-sponsored religion, keeping everyone singing from 
the same sheet of music.
Human beings had to go to the stars. There was no time for brain-damaged 
tree huggers who thought Plutonium powered thermal RTG electric 
generators on space probes were a threat to the galaxy.
On New Earth the need for state-sponsored religion was diminished, not 
eliminated.
Vin had a healthy respect for the damage religion could do, inquisitions 
and wars always grab headlines.
But what about the incredible damage done to millions of people, by 
convincing them, deities
care about their love life.
Deities that would damn teenage boys for masturbating.
Deities who would send women to hell for having more than one sex 
partner in her entire life.
Vin felt stealing sex from mankind was far more heinous than all the 
wars and inquisitions combined.
He had borrowed the morals and mores from Eskimos, applying them to an 
entire civilization.
Vin kept his version of state religion on New Earth, everyone arriving 
from old Earth, with memories of being raised pagan. At least what Vin 
called pagan, the Pre-Holocaust Druids and pagans would no doubt have 
sent Vin hate mail had he advocated Mother-Son incest, calling the idea 
paganism.
Providing the average person with minimal religion, giving them what 
they wanted, was not difficult.
The average person wanted guilt free sex, provided by a religion that 
reminded them periodically
the "Great Spirit" was pleased with them. Modern science had eliminated 
the one nonreligious argument
against incest. A Brother and Sister could now live together without 
producing children.
A father could sleep with his daughter, without watching her belly swell.
It was a win-win situation people got the sex they wanted, and Vin got 
metaphysical overpressure.
keeping the spores of evil religion from drifting in and germinating.
Lazarus made everyone sterile, practitioners of malevolent religion had 
no access to young, open minds,
vulnerable to self perpetuating evil.

None of this happened entirely by accident.
The four and one half percent VAT "sales-tax" was voluntary.
Truly voluntary, there were no, laws requiring compliance, no "tax 
collectors" with guns.
VAT paid without comment was divided equality between Schools, Defense, 
Roads, and the Internet,
with one percent going to each, and one half of one percent going to Vin 
to spend as he saw fit.
People had the option to totally customize their taxes, only the .005 % 
to Vin was nonnegotiable.
People could give 4% to a designated charity, or 3% to schools and 1% to 
Roads, or the Internet.
VAT was a "hidden tax" a gallon of milk, priced at one gold, cost one 
gold, not 1.045 gold.
Cash registers, even for cash transactions, transferred the 4.5% tax 
automatically using e-cash.
People could go for years without paying but eventually the truth would 
come out.
In typical Vin fashion things were done by indirection.
Retail taxes paid are a public record.
There were thousands of do-goody volunteers who make a hobby out of 
exposing cheaters.
Local businessman's associations had a reputation for making life 
intolerable for businessmen
in their community who embezzled VAT funds.
Local courts will generally waive court costs in VAT embezzlement cases.
A low life could, and some did, put up a sign declaring they did not 
charge for VAT.
This protected them from charges of embezzlement, but left them wide 
open to social criticism.
Very few communities would tolerate businesses that did not charge for VAT.

Vin financed his "state religion" out of his one half of one percent 
discretionary account, at least
he was prepared to do so, "Temple Prostitution" financed Vin's religion.
He had the ISP's assess a small "packet origination charge".

		_____

The spring equinox, is a druid high holy day planet wide.
However much religion you want with your sex, is an individual matter.
Some people attended druid ceremonies feeling " the great spirit flowing 
through them".
Most ceremonies are more secular, a couple will have sex while everyone 
watched.
The master of ceremonies looking for evidence of "sacred semen" before 
declaring the ceremony had begun.

The shakers and movers at Truckee Meadows wanted their sex, straight up, 
no chaser.
One of their number was always selected to have sex with Lady Kathy.
This year it was their newest member, a junior partner with one of the 
prestigious law firms in the city.
Vin did not even walk around to examine Kathy's vagina.
As the junior partner quivered in orgasm on top of his wife, he made a 
joke of it:
"Gentlemen start your engines!"

This is better than my Eskimo family. Good-looking women, we don't do it 
in the dark, and it's not cold enough to freeze your balls off. Vin 
thought as he penetrated an incredibly beautiful woman he had not seen 
previously.

Vin had mixed feelings about the four Truckee Meadows events each year.
He was forced to act like a King.
In the Gray Granite Castle throne room , on an island in the middle of 
the Truckee river, he watched the Junior Partner drop to one knee on a 
red velvet cushion.
There was no secret oath, no ceremony.
There was no need, Vin's rule was absolute. Each portal was made from 
one of his red blood cells, the portals would only operate if Vin was on 
the planet, and only then if he willed it.
Vins insistence that all villages be self-contained in terms of food and 
energy, was more than romanticism.
In a blink of an eye Vin's world could return to the early iron age, 
with farmers bringing food to market in donkey carts.
Lady Kathy was less troubled being a Queen, as she watched Junior 
Partner's wife drop both knees onto a velvet cushion, bowing her head.

Vin had followed the Roman custom of special holidays not tied to a day 
of the week.
To keep the calendar synchronized with the seasons, emperors would 
decree, the day following
Monday, would be called holiday, followed by Tuesday.
Vin decreed ( speaking through Druid high priests ) that four times per 
year there would be
a three-day holiday. People referred to the holidays as day one, day 
two, and day three.

Vin's Truckee Meadows special celebration ran for five days, they needed 
two additional days
to transact business, as shakers and movers, like everyone else on the 
planet, took part in the
planet wide three-day orgy.
It was considered good, for health and longevity, for women to have 
thirty six sex partners during the holidays.
Men do not actually have to ejaculate to keep Lazarus happy, Lazarus is 
a venereal disease.
In the bad old pre-Lazarus days lack of ejaculation, did not block the 
transmission of syphilis.
Post Lazarus there was of course no syphilis or any other DNA based disease.
With modern drugs men can, maintain the erection necessary to have sex 
with thirty six women.
The latest prostate enhancing drugs, actually allow some men to 
ejaculate thirty six times in thirty six hours.
It is universally accepted Lazarus prefers things this way, his 
distributed conscious experiencing something akin to a high speed 
internet connection, with large numbers of people having unsafe sex, 
changing partners often.

		_____

With the holidays out of the way, Vin was back to "earning a living".
New Earth was not OTEC, there was no Davis Straight, although New Earth 
shared code with the OTEC slice.
New Earth lacked the standing armies of men, needing shore-leave 
necessary for a proper Fleet Week.
Vin Did not view the lack of standing armies and no giant floating 
concrete cake pans as sufficient reason
not to have a proper Fleet Week.
Vin made due with what he had, with VAT ear marked for the military, he 
financed field maneuvers.
Every one, including women, was in the home guard, and everyone drilled 
with their issue weapon.
Everyone drilled as a unit once a month.
Like the VAT participation was not absolutely mandatory, there was no 
law with penalties demanding it.
But like VAT the social cost of non participation was considerable..
Once every twenty four to thirty six months, every village would take 
part in war games.
The biggest and best war games, took part during May Day, when the 
planetary population
honored the military in one fashion or another. Vin worked from sunrise 
to sunset on May Day
handing out medals and awards.
The war games were as real as possible, the handful of full-time 
professional soldiers, had the equivalent of a PHD in soldiering.
These professional soldiers presided over field maneuvers, doing their 
best to transfer their knowledge.
Vin being Vin, made sure the military profession of camp follower, was 
viewed as essential.
Vins army's ladies auxiliary was the largest ladies club on the planet, 
thousands of ladies put on camouflage bra and panties, providing for 
their medical necessity working as unpaid army whores.
Vin had "suggested" this reality be reflected in the war-games, the 
winner of the day's exercise
was judged to have captured enemy personnel. Their POW's were the 
opposing army's whores.
In the style of armies of antiquity, the winners got to gang fuck the 
losers women.
Some, but not necessarily all, the army whores, volunteered for "special 
duty" working with photo reconnaissance, producing pornographic images.
It was all done with typically crude army humor, losers were, with great 
ceremony, issued boxes containing
pornography and bottles of Jurgens lotion.
Really lousy soldiers, could go for the entire three week exercise 
without female companionship.
Vin usually did not go without female companionship.
Centuries of constantly refined artificial muscle memory, (along with 
plenty of the real thing )
had produced an incredible super soldier.
Vin would show up, wearing fatigues, taking part in the exercise, 
promoting his image of a ninja soldier
who could walk through walls, while making thousand yard sniper kills.
He was also commander in chief of an army who would cheerfully follow 
him through the gates of hell.

New Earth's largest Fleet Week was in Las Vegas.
Each citizen soldier returned from three weeks of war-games, was treated 
to an all expense paid
sex orgy at the Las Vegas convention center.
If Vin was available, he would hand out unit citations, exceptional 
units were dismissed immediately,
attending the ongoing sex orgy.
Under-performing units stood in ranks, listening to droning speeches, 
waiting for the ceremony to end.
The convention facilities could accommodate ten thousand women lying on 
their backs.
The ladies auxiliary knew to the man how many soldiers they would have 
to service, each woman indicating, how many men she was comfortable 
having sex with.
It was Fleet Week all over again, right down to the gold mats reserved 
for the military.
There were white mats for blow jobs, pink mats vaginal sex, brown for 
anal, stripes for sandwiches,
and black for bondage.
Returning military types seemed especially appreciative of women chained 
spread eagle, vaginas exposed.

Fleet week was not a military facility, Vin let the military use the 
facilities which ran seven by twenty four. There were plenty of other 
facilities, providing nonstop Roman Orgy's, there had to be, with the 
need for three billion sex acts between total strangers every week.
Vegas was the biggest, the best, Roman Club, the one Vin took a personal 
interest in.
Anyone desiring anonymous sex would take the roundabout to 0089109.
There was no need to stay in the expensive hotel.
Millions of couples attended Fleet Week as their only medical necessity, 
there was nothing to join, no meetings to attend, dues to pay, other 
than a modest locker rental fee, there was no charge.
Even the locker rental fee was avoidable, no one would glance at your 
twice walking through a roundabout
wearing a bathrobe.
Couples would undress in the locker room, usually sharing a locker.
The wife would find a mat of the correct color, spreading her legs.
Some husbands enjoyed watching, most wandered off looking for a warm vagina.
Some husbands enjoyed filming, there were special areas with 
professional lighting.
Some husbands enjoyed kissing their wives, looking in to her eyes, 
sharing her lust
as men fucked her.

There were a large number of restaurants near the facilities, as many 
couples enjoyed a meal together afterwords.

Socialism fails because central planning is not possible.
Vin was not trying to create the planets largest ladies club, quite the 
opposite.
He did not plan on the plethora of restaurants surrounding the 
convention facilities, which sprouted like mushrooms after a warm spring 
rain.
He did not plan, for thousands of women, sitting alone at small tables 
in these restaurants.
Nicely dressed, attractive women, with freshly done hair and nails.
Smiling women, who smelled good, looked good, and made eye contact with 
passing men.
While trying to do the opposite, Vin had created the perfect Ladies 
Club, with no dues, and no meetings.
Vin took pride in what he had inadvertently created, walking slowly 
through the restaurants,
smiling and nodding at the beautiful women, smelling the lovely odor of 
warm, accessible pussy.

Lady Kathy's staff did not set Vin's appointments, they offered him a 
range of possibilities.
Today's award ceremony in Las Vegas was a no-brainier.
The University was just to the east of the convention center, where Kay 
had her sex research laboratory. University students volunteered as 
subjects in Kay's research clinic, occasionally, for large-scale trials, 
Kay would use the Fleet Week facilitate, a few blocks away.
Today was more of a small scale trial ... involving only three women.

"You're looking good." Vin said, meaning every word of it.
Kay was almost totally naked, the strip of tape on her side hardly 
counted as clothing, calling attention to the
slender cable, running around her backside, disappearing into her vagina.

Kay, Lady Kathy, and Kate were "dressed" identically, wearing identical 
vaginal cameras.
Their cameras had lights, illuminating the inside of the vagina, 
allowing tilt, zoom and pan.
Mother, daughter, and granddaughter were having a contest, fucking one 
thousand men ... each.
Each woman had a three-judge panel, who would press a button, on 
observing an ejaculation.
The contest was a race, computers would record the elapsed time from 
ejaculation one,
to number one thousand.

"I thought you had better sense than this." Vin said to his 
mother-in-law-wife.
He was rewarded with that look of exasperated pity, married men know so 
well.
So Kay is not the driving force behind this ... Ah ha! Beatrice and Kate 
recently returned from a two-week vacation in Jamaica, where Beatrice 
surely told my daughter about the thousand man contest she did with Lady 
Kathy, long ago.

As soon as Vin heard about the screwball plan he joined in, making the 
best of it.
He did not try to talk them out of it, he had known Kay, and Kathy about 
four hundred years.
They had decided they were going to fuck a thousand men each, Vin could 
approve, disapprove, watch or not watch, but they were going fuck one 
thousand men each, they had done it before, and they were going to do it 
again.
After he pointed out the clocks could be turned off, during potty 
breaks, he was able to talk to them into
a semi-reasonable schedule, taking nine hours off each night and a 
twenty minute coffee break every seventy minutes. Skipping breaks did 
not give a competitive advantage, as the computers kept track of total 
time, not elapsed time.
As long as Vin had been in the orgy sponsoring business, the rule of 
thumb have been ten men
per hour, one hundred men in ten hours.
Sex with one thousand men took one hundred hours nonstop, four days and 
four nights.
Very few men would admit they enjoyed watching their wife or daughter 
endure such a brutal gang fuck.
Vin's "kind and gentle" schedule took six and two third days ... that was 
the plan any way.
They used an army of premature ejaculator's, driven half mad by "fluff 
girls" giving them blow jobs.
The fluff girls would hand men over, three strokes away from a climax.
Even with the kind and gentle schedule, Vin's women got it done before 
noon on the fifth day.
Vin watched of course, holding the fiberglass wand out of the way, 
escorting his mother-in-law onto the custom-made closed cell foam mat, 
helping her out of her satin prizefighters robe, kissing her tenderly,
as a technician plugged her vaginal camera in.
Lady Kathy was next, spreading her long lovely legs, exposing her 
incredible vagina, as she looked up at Vin, pink flushed with sexual 
excitement, blowing him a kiss, before turning to view the three story 
high display wall, watching her camera go live displaying the inside of 
her vagina.
She mashed her powerful muscles, marveling at her ability to control the 
enormous image.
She nodded, smiling wickedly at Vin, knowing he was about to see his 
wife fuck a battalion.
Vin marveled at the towering walls, and the incredible images they were 
displaying.
There were remote control cameras on the ceiling, mixed in with the 
stage lighting.
He saw his mother-in-law, on her back, naked, spread eagle, smiling at 
the ceiling, massaging her clitoris,
getting ready to fuck a thousand men.
There were swarms of paparazzi with shoulder mounted cameras, Lady Kathy 
was smiling at several of them, holding her vagina open.
There were easily fifty cameras covering the grandiose porn shoot.
The most important cameras were worn internally, with their inflatable 
sections the cameras could move
within the vagina, like a tunnel boring machine.
Men were segregated by penis length, so the camera did not have to 
reposition with each sex partner.
Amongst other things vagie-cams had rotating self-cleaning lenses, so 
each ejaculation, could be recorded, certified and timed by a 
three-judge panel.
The planetary population watched on the Internet, as over three thousand 
men signed up, to have
their semen photographed squirting out of their penis.
Vin's daughter went last, incredibly beautiful, clearly enjoying the 
bright lights and hovering cameras,
acting shy and reluctant, leaning on her father's arm.
Kate had waited till the last moment, announcing her father would be her 
first lover, giving Vin no choice in the matter.
The timers started with the first ejaculation, so being a long-timer was 
not a showstopper.

There was a hushed expectancy in the giant room, as people stared at the 
giant display walls.
The feed from the shoulder mounted cameras was displayed alongside 
images from the internal cameras.
The event had gone live on the Internet, a gigantic porn shoot in progress.
The contest began with Madame Cathie blowing a police whistle.
Three internal vaginal cameras showed the world wide audience three 
penises sliding into view, penetrating three vaginas simultaneously.
The split screens showed men on top thrusting away, beautiful women 
underneath, looking up,
smiling, humping away, along with the view from inside the vagina of 
penises thrusting away.
They saw Kay through her arms around her grandson, thrusting against 
him, as Mark hollered for the cameras.
"Oh, Grandmother I love you!"
Young Leopard stuffed his wine bottle sized dick balls deep into Lady 
Kathy, thrusting away, as Vin
penetrated his daughter.
Kate maintained eye contact with her father, humping like a machine, 
squeezing her powerful muscles
forcing him to climax.
"Fuck me!" She demanded.
Vin heard wild cheering, guessing correctly Kay's vaginal camera was 
showing semen squirting
from her grandsons penis, as the cameras filmed the joy on their faces.
A second round of cheering told him semen was flowing into Lady Kathy.
Vin could not help himself, Kate turned her head as well, both of them 
facing the gigantic wall display,
watching a father's penis squirting semen into his daughter's vagina.
They did not have time to spend in each others arms, the cock-clock had 
started.
Vin leaped off, standing to the side, looking down at his daughter, 
watching her quiver as the second man penetrated her.
It was over in a matter of seconds, Vin watching white semen squirting 
out of the penis.
He looked back down at his daughter, who was smiling up at him, knowing 
what he was seeing as a third man mounted her.
Vin looked back at the display watching the head of the penis become 
visible, Kate's vagina expanding to accommodate it.
He stood where his wife and daughter could look up at him, maintaining 
eye contact, as they threw their arms around their sex partners, humping 
like machines, forcing men to climax as quickly as possible.
The contest was to see who was the best fuck, who could throw her arms 
around her lover, looking into his eyes, squealing enthusiastically, 
rocking her hips, mashing a climax out of him in the shortest amount of 
time.
The mats had been arranged so mother, daughter, and granddaughter could 
hold hands, smiling at each other as they fucked a thousand men.
Vin enjoyed watching the women he loved having sex with other men.
He had translucent memories of a Chinese army fucking his pregnant wife 
to death.
Vin knew the source of his hang up, not caring, he had long ago come to 
grips with the fact he was a pimp.

Kate won, of course, with her exceptional beauty, her mother and 
grandmother were not far behind.
Vin went last, the internal vaginal camera clearly showing his 
ejaculation on the ten meter high wall display.
One thousand and one men had climaxed in his daughter's vagina. She was 
the winner.
"Let's all crawl together, into that super king sized bed upstairs, and 
sleep for eighteen hours."
There were no dissenting votes.

	[ 95 your undivided attention ]

Vin should have seen it coming, he found it embarrassing, being Emperor 
of one billion people,
and not anticipating something that was inevitable.
His other women wanted in on the action.
Vin was late getting home from work, having had a hard day cutting 
ribbons and shaking hands.
Mona was off giving children a sex education, but Lady Kathy, Kay, 
Beatrice, Samantha, Princess, Penny, Kate, Edith, K2, Joan and Mom were 
waiting for him, naked, wearing twelve-year-old, four months pregnant, 
sex worker bodies.
Realizing there was no birthday, Vin was initially fearful there were 
planning some sort of twisted revenge.
Vin had performed a miracle, on April first, giving his ten women fallen 
breasted, gray-haired granny
bodies with slack cunts able to accommodate gallon jugs.
A planetary population of one billion produces perverts of every stripe, 
and persuasion.
There is a whorehouse in Key West, specializing in whores who dye their 
hair gray, selling
their over sized vaginas to perverted granny fuckers.
Real granny's with faults-teeth and wrinkles were unavailable until Vin 
miraculously produced
two dozen.
Vin pimped his gray-haired grandmothers, until the crowd of several 
hundred men was satiated.

All of Vin's women, the steering committee included, had a closet full 
of bodies.
Via the Internet, men could request sex with an eight-year-old girl, or 
an eighty-year-old woman,
or anything in between.
Women with one, two or even three vaginas, pregnant women who would 
surely give birth tomorrow,
or fourteen-year-old girl just beginning to show.
They could sign up for hundred man gang bangs with any of Vin's women, 
requesting any of their bodies.
There were blogs, chat rooms, clubs and military units, who would pool 
their resources, selecting
their sex objects, meeting together on the appointed day, usually in 
costume, at Key West.
The computer arranged the details, keeping track of what was selling at 
what was not.
At the moment, the hot item for the hundred man gang bang crowd was sex 
at Madame Dusards house of pain where village women were strapped spread 
eagle.
One of Vin's women would provide all the bodies, a fallen breasted 
grandmother, a hugely pregnant mother,
a sixteen, twelve and an eight-year-old girl.
As all the bodies were interchangeable, it did not matter if the family 
in question was Samantha, Edith, or Vin's Mom, all Vin's women including 
the steering committee, and about a hundred of Vin's best whores traded 
tricks, like young boys trading baseball cards.
Weather permitting it was done, in the pedestrian mall in front of the 
establishment, with passersbys invited to join the festivities, as a 
hundred Vikings, marauding Mongols, or Roman soldiers gang fucked an
entire family.

"Well are you just going to stand there looking stupid?" Edith wanted to 
know.
"I was wondering if you were all still mad at me for turning you into 
gaping-grannies on April fools day?"
"Actually some of us found it kind of kinky." Princess observed.
"So why the pregnant, sex worker bodies?"
"We wanted to get your undivided attention." His mother contributed.
"Ok, you have my undivided attention."
"We want to do a thousand man contest." Penny declared.
"And you feel you need to ask my permission to fuck other men?"
"Actually we respect your ability to plan such events." Kay said.

Vin used all of his women, the steering committee, and many of his best 
whores as needed to
run the seven by twenty four event.
He reached out to every military and historical group on the planet, 
anyone into wearing uniforms and
re-creating history was contacted.
Like the invading hordes they resembled, thousands of Goths, Visigoths, 
Vandals, Mongols, Vikings and civil war reenactors in costume, descended 
upon Key West,.
During the fall-solstice three day Druid sex event they used the 
pedestrian mall in front of the whorehouses.
Internal vaginal cameras recorded every ejaculation.
No effort was made to record time, only penises squirting semen into 
vaginas counted.
Vin had the reality generator keep score, as his women changed bodies 
dozens of times.
Post invasion computer analysis revealed Vin's mother, in three days and 
three nights, had fucked one thousand seven hundred thirty one men, 
winning the contest.
		_____

There was one night of the week, when Vin always slept with more than 
one person.
Sunday, was Mona's night. Vin was simply unwilling to put up with Mona's 
sexual demands,
he would go first, then Mark and his brothers would gang fuck their 
mother, while Vin slept.
		_____

Most days Vin did a ribbon-cutting ceremony in the morning, and one in 
the afternoon.
But occasionally there were special events lasting all day.
Mid summers eve ceremony for the best village was a multi-day ceremony.
Vin was an anarchist because he realized government simply does not work.
He had the power to issue imperial edicts.
But he was not delusional enough to think he could enforce an imperial 
edict, anymore than he could
sit in a chair and order the tide not to rise.
He could issue an edict, surrounding himself with sycophants, telling 
him and his policies were perfect,
and enforcing them caused no secondary problem ... rite up until a coup 
toppled him.
For a mortal, this is no problem, the process outlives the despot.
The despot can escape accountability, even being remembered historically 
as a great leader,
no one mentioning he began a process that gradually stole the wealth and 
liberty from a planetary population. The status quo, marvelously perfect 
for the moment, becomes tomorrow's inadequacies,
there are never enough civil servants to get the work done, never enough 
taxes for enough civil servants.
Vin was immortal, he would live to see the consequences of his own 
action if he set about building a government that promised social 
justice, food, clothing, housing ... any entitlement whatsoever.
Any government big enough to give you everything you want, it is big 
enough to take everything you have.
The problem was of course mankind itself, human beings simply could not 
deliver on the promises
made by na�ve philosophers.
Vin could have done it, employing the reality generator, using modified 
Valhalla code.
On Valhalla the "Trees of the Lord" were widely scattered, so people 
would build a civilization
that transported food pods.
Vin could give the planetary population a "basic entitlement" growing 
trillions of Trees of the Lord
easily accessible to everyone.
He could build a civilization of cows living in a world with no wolves.
Reality Lords tried this for three thousand years, they never gave up 
despite millions of failures,
they were in fact still doing it, inside slices that maintained the 
illusion they were still in charge.
In every case they blamed their failure on external forces, never 
questioning the basic idea,
that it was possible to do good to others, with money collected at gunpoint.

Vin "controlled" his planet by personally encouraging good behavior, 
punishing bad behavior.
There were no taxes for enforcement, no imperial edicts requiring 
enforcement .
Most of the planetary population had no idea what was going on, they 
viewed Vin as a powerless figurehead, who spent his time cutting ribbons 
and shaking hands.
Vin was venerated because he was perceived as being harmless, like dead 
yeast in beer,
not interfering with business and commerce.

Today Vin was passing out medals and awards for the mid summers eve 
contests.
Vin wanted every village to be self-sufficient, to accomplish this, he 
made it fun and rewarding.
There were local, regional, continental, and planetary competitions.
It was a month long celebration of medieval skills and abilities.
Thousands and thousands of awards for everything from the best apple 
pie, to the biggest yam.
The most sought after prize of all was the "best village" award 
presented by the Emperor himself.
Vin was scheduled to do that in the afternoon, but first he would take 
his siesta.

It was Wednesday Edith's day. She was naked, in bed waiting for him, 
wearing an adult body.
He wrapped his arms, around her, smelling her smell.
Vin enjoyed snuggling, being naked, holding close, just being together.
Neither Vin nor his women were hard up, but only his problem child Edith 
regularly acted like she was.
Any one with multiple children, understands the problem child ... there is 
always one.
Vin was surprised and grateful, Edith was content to snuggle and talk.
Normally she would demand two hours of vigorous sex, followed by a three 
week honeymoon
at Castle Neuschwanstein in Valhalla, a slice of one billion people 
suspended, while she commanded
Vin's undivided attention.
He was pleasantly surprised, his problem child was in the mood to talk 
and grow close.
They made slow careful love, each giving more than they were trying to 
receive.
It was harder with the boys, sex is a marvelous segue to intimate 
conversation.
Vin put considerable energy into maintaining his relationships, each boy 
had a regularly scheduled
hour every week, where he had Vin's focused attention.
They would meet in the library, sitting in oxblood red leather chairs, 
drinking brandy from enormous snifters, each "boy" talking about himself.
Vin's first crop of boys had wandered off, he was determined not to make 
the same mistake twice.
Everyone had their own life, there were all centuries-old, adults with 
their own separate lives.
Vin's role was more of a small village mayor, than farther, he was 
biological father to only two
of his children.

After siesta it was time to return to work.
Vin resisted the temptation to perform endless miracles, realizing he 
would turn reality into his own personalized opium dream.
But nano technology was so useful, some miracles were too good to pass up.
Vin's immediate family, and social peers were inoculated against his 
special medium term memory virus.
They would remember the glorious day the Emperor shook their hand, 
praising them for a job well done.
All the people Vin was shaking hands with, would remember his face for a 
matter of hours.
Within a day or two, they would be unable to pick him out of a police 
lineup.
Vin could do his own grocery shopping, he could wander in a shopping mall.
Most importantly he could visit Fleet Week as an ordinary person, having 
sex with women who found him sexually attractive.
Vin was able to have it both ways, there was a high end Stud-House in 
Key West.
The most skillful gigolos on the planet, were available to female sexual 
connoisseurs.
Sex with the Emperor was in a sub menu.
Vin had expected millions of hits when they set up the webpage.
He was pleasantly surprised with the manageable numbers of women 
requesting the services of
the Imperial stud.
Lazarus made everyone twenty five years old and attractive, there were 
no old-fat-ones to reject.
Of necessity, Vin took a personal interest in the selection process, he 
was looking for that indefinable
spark of excellence, the sparkle in the eye remarkable women possess.
Occasionally Vin would find a one in a million woman, taking her home 
for dinner and casual conversation with his wives.
Everyone in the room knowing the event would end with Vin and his boys 
screwing the woman silly.
Every couple of years they found a woman destined for greater things, 
Vin and his wives made sure
the woman received the opportunity she deserved.

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