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Vanishing Manhood: Part 13

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Vanishing Manhood:
Part 13
The final hours of normalcy.

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In

Peace, daughters bury their mothers. In War, mothers bury their daughters. The
death of sons is too painful to recount.

"What does this mean?" I inquired gently. Brandi

looked up at me and smiled.

"It means we are not all going to die," she

breathed deeply for the first time since this experiment began.

"Israel is too nice and shell-shocked to ask you what

the hell is going on, but why don't you enlighten me?" Capri stood on the
sofa, on her knees, looking over the three Vanishers.

"The Plague has broken out in China and made its way to

the West Coast. We have operatives and men we'd like to rescue in threatened
areas. We were hoping to inoculate our people so that they don't get infected.
Infected people have to be left behind," Jen explained.

"How many men are going to die?" Aniqua groaned.

"Wait, you said 'our people'," Capri's eyes

narrowed. "Why would you need to inoculate woman against the Plague?"

"This is a new plague," Zara finally spoke.

"It is killing everybody." How exactly does a person respond to that?
I wanted to erase the last five seconds of my memory and trundle along like
nothing was wrong.

Well, more wrong than was normally wrong for me.

"Israel, you have to vanish, now!" Capri insisted.

"No more screwing around. Let them take you out of here to someplace
safe." I did not want to deal with the logic or emotion behind that
statement. Capri wanted me to go, knowing she was going to die in some unpleasant
manner.

"Why did you call me Frank?" I turned to Brandi.

She was setting up another machine that had tubing and a really sharp needle.

"Inside joke," Brandi's smile tried to be

comforting. "See, I'm Brandi the Veterinarian, Jen works for Nasa and you're
Frank the Duck."

"I don't get it," I mused.

"Are you really a vet, as opposed to an honest to God

doctor, or paramedic?" Kuiko wondered. Aniqua groaned once more.

"Doctor of Veterinary Medicine, courtesy of the

University of Minnesota and Uncle Sam," she confirmed.

"I thought I'd work with K-9 units, but after my

initial evaluations, they informed me I had another valuable skill set that I'd
been overlooking," she added.

"What would that be?" Capri muttered.

"I'm really good at blowing things up," Brandi

chatted while setting me up for the blood withdrawal.

"Oh God," Venus gulped. "Were you girls

behind the Arena bombing?"

"Yes," Jen replied.

"You killed all those people," Aniqua stood up

angrily.

"Wake up," Jen growled. "What did you think

was going to happen when society crumbled?"

"Billions are going to die. We can't save them. We, the

movement, have to bring the government down before we can move to stage 2 of
the plan. If you ladies can't deal with that, you are hanging around with the
wrong man," Jen continued.

"Israel?" Samantha called out.

"I figured it out, Samantha. I didn't know at the

start, but I figured it out. Everyone you know, who is not Angel, or Roni that
is not in this room will be dead in two months," I sighed.

"Oh, you are trying to save as many as you can,"

Venus murmured. Had I a cohesive plan, or an iron will, maybe I would have
understood that enough to save more.

"Do you know why Frank is so willingly giving up his

blood right now?" Jen asked the group.

"He's got hot-sexy eyes for Zara?" Kuiko offered.

Jen snorted. Zara's back was to me.

"Well, that and, look around the room," Jen told

them. "Do you know how many women are on the list of those to be taken to
safety?"

"None," Capri responded.

"Precisely, and he's trying to change that. Of the

nearly twenty-six hundred men we have 'vanished', less than twenty asked for
another woman to be saved, every one of those asked for their mothers,"
Jen stated.

"Israel asked you to save us?" Kuiko sounded

surprised.

"Asks the woman who was fuck-stunned

for thirty minutes," Jen joked. "He hasn't asked. He didn't have to.
That first Sunday, he was on the list. The following Saturday morning, he was
off it because he had a female attachment. We kept an eye on him, just in
case."

"Saturday night he took a beating you cannot imagine

because he wouldn't betray Angel Kristi," Jen explained. "Men don't
do that. We never give them the chance, but Frank did. We didn't know what
Carabolix, 37 was yet. All he had to do was tell another woman that he loved her
and treat her the way he treated Angel. He wouldn't do it. He was back on the
list."

"Since then, somewhat inadvertently, Frank has been

working his ass off to help us with our plans," Jen mused. "We didn't
think he knew about our background until today, but he put all of the pieces
together, seconds after freaking out and walking into a wall. If he hadn't been
screwed-up in college, and wasn't a man, he would be on the fast track to
academic recognition, political office, or the head of some conglomerate."

"Instead, he's a mess, but he's a mess that gets to

live as the world dies," Jen finished. My mind was still in the kitchen.
Brandi's equipment wasn't powerful enough to see either the T1I1 or T2 viruses,
but it was clear that my guys had cleaned house. It also meant,

"You brought a sample of the T2 to the city," I

whispered to Brandi. She nodded.

"It was risky, but we had to know if we had to write

off dozens of our people. Now," she sighed happily, "thanks to you,
we don't. Some of those people I've known for years."

"Until Frank," Jen continued, "we weren't

planning to save anyone but the chosen men, despite their disadvantages. Now,
your small crew might make it."

"You'll save us because he loves Angel?" Kuiko

inquired sadly.

"Love conquers all," Capri murmured.

"Basically yes," Jen nodded. "Because he

loves all of you, you might just make it."

"That means I get to have sex with him again!"

Kuiko exulted.

Yeah, the world was going down the crapper, billions dying,

civilization as we'd come to know it was fading into darkness, but having sex
with me again made it all okay with Kuiko. She was wonderful.

"Me first," muttered Venus.

Things calmed down after that. I was given a pillow for my

head and two for my feet as I lay on the floor giving up two pints of my blood.
Brandi was going to replenish me with two fresh pints of blood plasma to keep
me going. Somewhere along the process, Brandi left for a spell and Zara came
in.

She took my free hand and held it tight. Our eyes met. She

had some comforting glow about her. I was woozy and very tired, barely awake.

"How did I get so lucky?" I whispered. Her eyes

grew brighter and her glow warmer.

"Get some sleep," she advised and off I went.

(Wednesday)

"Wake up," Capri was calling out quietly while

shaking me by my shins. With no feminine face over me as I awoke, I didn't have
to worry about freaking out. "Eloise called Kuiko and asked her to come
back in and be re-interviewed." That was pretty sad code for me and Capri
to come to the Sentinel offices. The cloak and dagger ratcheted up my worry.

I sat up. The other girls were all awake now too. I came to

a sad realization. I was a whore by necessity. I was trading my body for
services. There was also no misunderstanding in the relationship either,
except, maybe for Capri, and Kuiko, and Angel. Maybe I was simply a morose
bastard filled with self-loathing and self-pity. I was being a jerk.

"I'm going to take a shower now," I stood up and

announced. "Venus, can I convince you to join me?" I wasn't going to
have my sex life become a matter of 'turns', or a rotation. Monogamy wasn't
going to happen. It was a selfish fantasy on my part and totally unfair to my
friends, my female friends. Thank you, Kuiko.

For a second, Venus froze. She was up and removing her shirt

so fast it tore; she was trying to steal back that second.

"Sure!" she declared. Venus rushed past me on the

way to the bathroom. I could hear the shower coming on as I finished
undressing, placing my clothes in my bedroom hamper.

Damn, laundry day was overdue. That was a problem I'd have

to save for later. At the moment, I had to make my way to the bathroom where a
terribly frightening, and terrifically sexy, naked Venus was waiting for me
with a burning hunger. I had faced the black depths of Flame's gun, a wall of
angry cops and the threat of that unknown cop in the arena, so I could do this.

"There are going to be some ground rules," Venus

held up her hand. Uh-oh. "Whenever I do something that is starting to
weird you out, you let me know, right away."

"Uh, yea, wait, why do you get to set the ground

rules?" It came out more as a plea than the strong voice I wanted to
project.

"I want to have sex with you again. I want you to want

to have sex with me again. You don't have to treat me the same way you treat
Kuiko, unless you want to," Venus grinned wickedly. "Now let's get in
the shower before all the hot water runs out."

"Trust me, that doesn't happen," I reminded her.

Angel and I had a real, time in the shower.

I followed Venus into the shower then began shifting around.

I couldn't get her rhythm. It was like,

"Are you a virgin?" I whispered. Venus gasped and

her eyes widened.

"What makes you think that?" she countered with

bravado.

"Let me rephrase, you are a virgin," I said

softly. Another denial formed on her lips, but then she nodded. I quickly
cupped her jaw and kissed her. I kissed her again then French kissed her. Her
tongue was ready and willing. Venus had no idea what to do with it. I inched
back.

"Let your tongue follow mine. I won't bite," I

soothed her.

Her smile went from uncertain to aggressive. She wasn't

Kuiko, Venus was unskilled but confident. She initiated the next kiss and took
my advice. I had to break the embrace because I was not prepared for a tongue
wrestling match.

"Next: French kissing is not a contest finished with a

three count," I joked.

"You do know if you tell any of the girls about this

I'll, I'll, I'll nipple twist Kuiko until she cries," Venus threatened. I
was willing to bet the first idea in her mind was 'punch me.’ She was not
Kuiko, not Kuiko, not Kuiko, I spanked Venus' ass.

"No you don't," I challenged her. I was gaining

solace in my mentorship and that let me wash myself clean of the corrosive
toxicity that threatened my joy of life and take delight in Venus' body.

"You hit me," she smiled.

"I spanked you," I corrected, "and nipple

punishment is my teaching technique. Find your own."

Venus snickered, tried to stare me down then relented with a

kiss.

"Deal," she panted when the kiss broke once more.

"I think I like being spanked." Oh, God.

I dodged our next connection, going for her jawline instead.

Her hands fumbled to redirect me, but I slipped past her efforts to her neck. I
lightly kissed my way down to her left nipple, tickled it with my tongue then
nipped it with my teeth. Venus' hiccupped, her teat flared and her body
spasmed. Her hands insistently held my head in place.

My hand drummed against her hip, giving her a gentle

reminder of where the 'freaky' began for me. It took a few seconds, but Venus
did relent, though she groaned as she did so. I switched to the right nipple,
sucked the whole, half-dollar sized areola into my mouth then worried it
briskly with my teeth while suckling like a starving infant.

I could feel her muscles ripple around me. She pushed her

breast forward, doing with her chest what she couldn't do with her hands. Her
arms were flexing, her fists clenching and unclenching, her calves and feet
pushing up so she could tilt farther forward. Venus was hissing her extreme
arousal through her grinding teeth.

My hand went straight to her nethers, my thumb hunted for a

button while two fingers found a cave.

"Ai, ai, ai, ai," Venus chirped. She was nice,

juicy, warm and ready to go. I kept this up for over a minute.

Her button came out to play and I began to tap on it like a

telegraph signal.

"Oh, fuck me

Israel," she pleaded. "If I've been good, stick it in me, if I've
been bad, forgive me, but please, please fuck
me. I don't want my first orgasm with you to be from your damn fingers."

"If that's what you want," I murmured to her with

true affection. Venus was aggressive, but she didn't know what to do. Her
hormones had to be racing. She couldn't order her thoughts through the storm
clouds of her emotions. I was telling her that she was on the right course while
she took control. I knew that would make Venus more comfortable and happy.

I leaned against the back of the shower. Venus put one foot

on the quarter meter lip between the tile floor or lip and the glass door and
wall. She pushed up, balanced her hand on the far wall and poised crotch on my
stomach. I wedged my left hand between our bodies. I straightened up and rubbed
back and forth before Venus trapped it and slid down.

It was easy for me to see women as leering, lustful villains

wanting to take from me. That was not a far-fetched picture based on my
experiences. I had let that caricature stop me from reaching out. It had
stopped me from really seeing women for what they were, past their prejudice of
my gender and their perceived place for me in their world view.

They were confident yet fearful, emotional and confused,

practical dreamers and romantic pragmatists. The fascist proletariat, good one
Capri. We were blessed by our differences, not divided by them, we complemented
one another. Nature never intended for us to be at each other's throats until
one or the other was dead or subjugated.

Crap, the Vanishers kept getting smarter and smarter in my

estimations. If you reduced the equation down to raw survival all the
extraneous shit went out the window, pure democracy. You couldn't emotional, or
physically, wreck another member because the group needed everyone working at
their best so that the group could survive.

The gender ratio would still favor the women, but even that

was purely practical. It would take time to train the men to be equal
contributors to the group. Men would have to earn the right to be considered an
equal. This wasn't a carrot at the end of a stick. It was a goal with set
mileposts and a graduation date. We would seize equality by our own efforts,
free of doubt and the fear it could be taken away.

And some of us would end up being devoured by tigers, or

chipmunks, or whatever other ravenous monsters roamed the Federation
wilderness. Things weren't going to be easy.

"Oh God," Venus moaned loud enough to be heard

across the hall, "this is so much better." I imagine she meant
'better' than artificial aids.

She placed her palms against the wall on either side of my

head, grinning triumphantly, while trying to leverage her hip gyrations with
her limited mobility. I rested my hands on her ample, muscular ass cheeks,
Kuiko's were smaller, but firmer. Venus' and Angel's were very much alike.

I took over Venus' revolutions, lifting her free of her

footholds.

I could tell she was mildly surprised at my strength. Since

I buckled under so often, it was normal to see my social weakness mirrored in
physical under-development. It was too easy for women to ignore the enforced
workout regimen of men meant we were indeed tougher than we looked.

"Oh, shit-damn, that feels great," Venus purred as

she added her thigh compressions to my lifting to keep control of her sensual
stimulations. Debra had been nice, but it had been 'work.’ I didn't want to
think about Magdalena at that moment. Angel was love, Kuiko was fun and Venus
was, easy.

She was easy in that she knew what she wanted, and once I

opened the portal and showed her the correct pathway, she gladly took the lead.
True to her word, she was experimenting in the things she could do to bring me
pleasure, but it was all her.

I could have sat back and made all the proper noises and

she'd have been happy. I didn't cheat Venus. Once she had established her
mistress-ness of the situation, I tuned up my own game. I began chewing on her
breasts and teats, spanked her ass and played with her anus, kissed her with
enough tongue to excite her sense of domination and bit her lips.

My fount of cream first caught me by surprise. Normally I

was more in control. I attributed it to the blood transfusion earlier as well
as a lack of sleep.

"Oh my God," Venus growled victoriously, "you

came inside of me, you came." She struggled on with that sense of
accomplishment for thirty more seconds.

"Ah, Shit!" she screamed. Her wet cave clamped

down on my slowly deflated cock. Then
the waterworks began, both top and bottom. Venus began sobbing tears of joy.
She coated me with thick, creamy fluids. Her body shook through an intense
orgasm for nearly half a minute before her forehead fell on my collarbone.

Slowly her head turned so that her mouth was puffing her

breaths on my neck.

"When are we going to do this again?" she panted.

There was a pause as I was putting my own mind back in order. "If you say
next month, I'm going out there and paddling Aniqua's bottom. I've caught you
sneaking peeks at it when you think no one is looking."

I was starting to think that I didn't need an Alpha female,

I needed a God-damned referee. There was also another way to approach this, I
discovered.

"When do you want to make love again, Venus?" I

murmured playfully. I saw the pleasure in her eyes. That was more than she
hoped for.

We hadn't graduated from mentor and student. It was

wonderful seeing the dawning realization in her eyes. I wasn't going to be the
problem, her female cohorts were. She'd 'won' me. She now had to face the wrath
of her peers over that deed. Sure, she could say 'let's do it at lunch', but
then she'd have to face down the other six women.

With that came the understanding that Angel and Kuiko had

convinced me to be available too. Monogamy wasn't going to happen so she would
have to work it out with the other women. This was a totally different outcome
than she'd expected. Having the upper hand in our relationship was a bitch.

She couldn't even be angry with me because this was what she

wanted. Welcome to equality. I could refuse to choose. There was no longer a
power structure that required me to do anything sexual so I could freely
concede the initiative to the ladies without giving up a thing.

"Are you smarter than Capri?" Venus studied me,

face to face and eye to eye.

"Please God, tell me you are the smartest person I

know," she teased me. "Please tell me you are smarter than that
red-haired witch, because if she can trick me as easily as you just did, I'm
never going to live it down."

"Venus, I am happy to be with you here, right

now," I replied. "That's all that matters to me."

Venus kissed me deeply, pulled back and gave me several slow

pecks on the nose and lips.

"That was very sweet of you to say," she purred.

She gave me another passionate French kiss.

"You aren't going to answer my question, are you?"

she glared.

"Not in this lifetime," I grinned.

We cleaned up and exited the shower. Venus gathered up her

torn shirt, shorts, bra and underwear. I reache

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