Pussy Pirates
Chapter 16
Month 105—September on Anouilh
“LOOK AT RAINBOW, Ubie”
“I can see her, though my senses are different than yours. I wish I could see her through your eyes.”
“Me, too. She’s ready to climax.” I watched the camgirl as she played with herself in her chatroom. I plunked a thousand tokens into her account and heard the chimes ring.
“Oh, my God, Papa Bear! Thank you! Thank you so much. I’m… Oh God!... I’m going to… come!”
“Was that real?”
“All monitoring systems indicate Rainbow has had a climax.”
“Yeah. I’ve seen enough of them. I should know. But did you see what happened? What’s still happening?”
“Her body tensed. Her blood pressure and heart rate increased. Her respiratory system struggled to keep up. All released at one time and began to build again.”
“I wish you could see it like I see it. It’s beautiful. She’s building up again.”
I watched as Rainbow stroked her clit, pointed at the camera. I stroked my cock in rhythm with her fingers.
“When she comes, her whole body tenses up and shakes. You almost think she’s going to come apart. And she continues to shake after the climax has passed and builds up to another orgasm. Eventually, her body will relax and she’ll go limp.”
“I have recordings and can verify your findings.” Rainbow peaked again and I joined her. I was wiped after that intensity but Rainbow continued to another in rapid succession.
“Ubie, compare a woman’s orgasm to a man’s orgasm.” Something was flitting in the back of my mind as I reached for a tissue to wipe the jism from my belly.
“A man’s orgasm typically has a steady buildup, an explosive climax, and a refractory period before he is ready to repeat the process,” Ubie said. “What are you trying to get me to see, Boss?”
“Comparing the railgun to a man’s orgasm, what weapon compares to a woman’s orgasm?” There was a long silence. Ubie’s processing mode was almost instantaneous. To take such a long time processing a request meant he must have been searching the Wiki of Redundant Knowledge.
“We do not have any such weapons, Boss.” I nodded at Ubie’s assessment.
“We build up power, climax, and wait to build up power again,” I mused. “Ubie, we need a weapon that works like a woman’s orgasm. Shaking the entire body. Superseding all other bodily functions. And when one climax arises, a new one builds just seconds away. She just keeps shaking. I want to expose the Swarm to an orgasmatron. I want to vibrate them until they fall apart.”
“That is difficult,” Ubie said. “I am not sure I could survive a woman’s orgasm. My circuits are not built to withstand that kind of total system seizure.”
“Still, Ubie, we should investigate the possibilities.”
“KC is now available for investigation.”
Month 110—February on Anouilh
“WORKING WITH UBIE, we’ve determined we are nearly two years from having a railgun installation in international waters, northeast of Anouilh. The North American Basin, fully in international waters, plumbs to a depth of 7,000 feet. It’s nearly a thousand miles from here, but that’s a quick hop in a transporter.” Peaches continued her presentation, knowing that her nudity was distracting to the engineers. I tried to focus on her words instead of her huge breasts. “The design for the railgun base is two kilometers wide. There will be plenty of room on multiple levels to fire fifty-meter railguns. Our targets can be carefully calibrated without exposure to the actual position of the Swarm target. All we need is an advancing Hawk, focused on the target.”
“Impressive, Peaches,” I said. If it hadn’t been for coming to this meeting directly from KC’s bed, I might not have been able to focus on anything other than her impressive rack. “Ubie, your assessment?”
“I have worked with Peaches on the plans.” The avatar stood behind the starlet and ran its hands over her boobs. Of course, she couldn’t feel anything from the hologram. “This would resolve the issue of firing a railgun from the St. Jeanne. Further, this depth would mask the firing from any orbital or invasive force. Projectiles will emerge from a Hawk with literally no energy buildup. It’s good, Boss.”
“Come on. What are the downsides?”
“We can only fire physical projectiles,” Slut Magic said. “We can’t send pulses, plasma, or prayers through it. It’s a transporter. It moves objects, not wishes.”
“Ouch. Thanks for that assessment. What else?”
“Loading takes work. The projectiles are too heavy for any of us to lift. We are working on robotics that will position the projectile accurately in the railgun. Unfortunately, changing to a different kind of projectile requires recalibrating the robot for the different weapon,” June Bug added. “We can mitigate this by having enough railguns that each one only ever loads one kind of projectile. The other downside of that is the power source that is required to fuel a dozen or two dozen or a hundred railguns at once.”
“I think it’s still viable. Everyone agree?” There were nods all around. “Ubie, let’s move two factory replicators to the basin and have them start construction of our underwater base. If it will speed things, let’s put one of them on building another replicator so we have three working on it.”
“We’re sure no one has a claim there?” Master Chief asked.
“It’s way past the 200-mile national waters limit and way below the 250-meter depth limit of submarines. Without the heavy world technology we gained from the Wiki, we wouldn’t stand a chance of working there. Once we’re ready to man the plant, we’ll have a double wall around us that we can adjust to comfortable air pressure. It is unlikely that we will create a strong enough signal during construction that we’ll be detected here on Earth, let alone from space,” Slut Magic said.
“I’d like to believe that, but it is certainly worth moving forward. Ubie, I know it stretches your resources, but think of having two more of these bases at other deep water locations. We’re running out of time according to the forecasts.”
“Will do, Boss.”
“Now let’s talk about staffing and whether we need to go into recruiting mode.”
Month 113—May on Anouilh
“BOSS? We’ve got another problem.”
“What is it, Captain? Are we being attacked again?”
“No. We haven’t had a problem like that since you sicced the Confederacy on that Earth First Base. I’m not all that happy with Cuban patrol boats circling the islands two miles offshore, but we just don’t have enough women to patrol all the shores, even with the new recruits from Papillon. This is more domestic.”
“Do say.”
“Kids.” Dakota looked at me as though that said everything. I drew a blank. “When we evacuated our starlets, we brought their kids with them. And we are still evacuating some. Cali’s brought five back this month and two of them had rug rats. Regardless, we’ve sixty kids on Anouilh, in addition to the 500 or so on Papillon. Mostly, we’ve hired daycare workers from the native population and we send the eligible kids over to the school you had renovated. We even have a school teacher among our camgirls and she has been teaching over there.”
“Sounds like it’s going okay. I had no idea we had a teacher in the crew.”
“Oh, you’ve watched her enough times. It’s Deirdre Love. The buxom blonde who often cosplays a teacher on cam. Who knew she really was one, right?”
“Right. So, is there a problem?”
“Yeah. We’ve got half a dozen kids who will turn fourteen this summer. They have no delusions about what their mothers do. In fact, they want to train to play the game themselves,” Dakota said. “That’s where you come in as our national government. I can manage the people but you set the standard. What do we do with these kids?”
“Fuck. We need to decide if we buy into all the Confederacy shit about kids reaching majority at fourteen. I don’t like it.”
“We never had that problem in California because even though they let kids drink, vote, and run around naked, they still considered eighteen the cutoff for porn. All the leftover blue laws about child exploitation stayed on the books and were enforced. We kept damn good records of every actress’s actual identity and proof of age. Otherwise Misty or Babycakes would have gotten us arrested for kiddie porn.”
“I tend to agree with the California Republic on this one. Think about the kind of flack we’d catch if we had underage actresses portraying parts in the game.” I thought about it for a minute. “At the same time, Ubie says we’ve been gaining players worldwide and in the Confederacy who are between the ages of fourteen and eighteen. Wherever it’s legal, we let them buy toys. Controllers, VR glasses, rifles, and even dildos and masturbators. They can watch the girls all they want. We just can’t broadcast them.”
“And let’s not forget that our six kids are only some of the kids. There are another thirty on Papillon who will turn fourteen this year. Your ruling affects all of them.”
“Hmm. Kids on Papillon have always been considered adults by the time they reach sixteen. Are any of them interested in joining us?”
“Just about all of them. They all see the capital as Paradise. We’ve been here nearly four years. All Papillon knows what we do here.”
“Do you have any suggestions?”
“I’ve been monitoring what’s going on in the world that might affect the Pirates. Ubie identified an Earth-based defense league called the Einherjar that’s preparing to fight wherever the Swarm land. They’ve started training kids as cadets.”
“You want to send our kids to them?”
“No. I was thinking more along the lines of Pirate Cadets. Rule that they can’t go naked on camera or simulate sex until they’re sixteen, but let them learn the game and see if they can collect watchers in their age group. It’s only going to be two years before they can go on film,” Dakota suggested.
“And in the meantime, we train them on all the weapon systems, the Hawks, and the Hummingbirds. We’re still two years from having real weapons for the ships. I think we need to unveil the Hawks for the game now and get the girls some practice.”
“Okay. We keep the younger kids in school. We try to keep the older kids in school, but have a cadet corps that teaches them the game, and get them started developing teams. And we work on a graduation ceremony for the first flight of pilots. Got it. When is the first pilot game version to be released?”
“September. Let’s plan on having pilots send out their photos to gamers. That will bring in a new flood of players.”
“Trading cards. Every pilot will have a card and can trade them off to their players. They need to be holographically stamped and non-reproducible. Make sure they have intellectual property registered with the Confederacy so they can’t be replicated.”
“Good thinking. That will give us more trade goods for the Marines, too. I bet we pick up Navy players with the pilots. Andrea will like that. Let’s see how it goes.”
Month 116—August on Anouilh
“WOW! LOOK AT IT! It’s beautiful!” The twenty-one members graduating in the first pilot school class had all arrived in perfect parade formation, but as soon as they saw the Hawk sitting on the special pad just beyond the pool, the formation fell apart and they were a bunch of naked girls rushing the bird and running their hands all over it. I looked at Andrea and Major and grinned.
“They’re really going to fly those naked?”
“Think of the ship as their personal skin suit. They don’t just fly it, they wear it.” The Hawk we had on display was smaller than a jet fighter. It was also sleeker. First of all, it had no windows so it looked more like a rocket with a triple delta wing. Until the hatch opened, you couldn’t see how to get in or out of it. It was sleek and pointed and the wheels were actually on a cradle for the ship to sit in. “Of course, we won’t really know how well they work until we have our Battle Station launched and meet the enemy in this solar system. It works great in the game.”
“I’d be worried about all of them. They’re so tiny. Except that one.” Major said.
“Yeah. I worry about her, too,” I said looking with pride at KC. “We had to make a couple of modifications to her cockpit in order to fit that six-two goddess into it. But she’s sharp and fast. Believe me, she’s earned her wings.”
“Squad, attention!” barked Captain. The girls hurried to get back into their parade formation. They’d practiced this a few times. “You’ve been training hard. We’re about to see how well you do in the real thing rather than just a simulator. I’m happy to give you all pilots’ wings, though I’m not sure what you’ll pin them to.” Everyone in the audience laughed. Over three hundred women of Anouilh, sixty kids, the engineers, and our Confederacy guests were in the audience. “We aren’t really a military organization, so ranks and niceties like that are missing here. You get your rank by achieving goals in the game. While you will each have a ship to work with, you’ll not have a live enemy until the Sa’arm actually get into our system. Ubie has placed several objects out there to target and practice on. You’ll start flying missions on a regular basis after the new release hits next month. What we’re doing today, besides recognizing you all as qualified pilots, is getting promotional shots for the game. This is another way you can earn points—and hard cash, as well. We’ve negotiated with the Confederacy through their representative, Andrea Jackson, to copyright and protect trading cards throughout the Confederacy. No Earth-based replicator will be allowed to replicate them either. So, what you need now is to get your sexy pictures taken with your sexy Hawk. Ubie is doing some paint magic for us, so we can just keep one craft here on the ground and the Hawk registered to you will have your name and hull number on it. Boss?”
“Thank you, Captain. I know you all want to jump into this sweet baby and take off, but this unit is not fueled or powered. We don’t need the hotel and pool wrecked with an earthbound takeoff! So, as I call your name, Ubie will unveil your craft number and Captain will give you your wings. Ready?” I could see the girls bouncing on their toes. It kept other things bouncing as well. “Anouilh Pussy Pirate 001, Misty!” The designation ‘APP-001 Misty’ appeared on the side of the ship and the tiny camgirl jumped up and down in front of it, taking several different poses as the cameras flashed. Each girl would get her own framed copy and a stock of holographic trading cards to send her fans. Dakota had remedied the pinning on of the wings with a patch that went above the girl’s left breast. When it was peeled off, the wings were emblazoned on her skin.
“Woohoo!” Misty yelled. “Let’s go eat some dickhead!”
Some of the girls got pictures on the ground looking up at the craft and some were on the steps to the cockpit. They each got one shot in the cockpit. KC Cutie crawled up on the nose with a little boost and straddled it like she was riding cowgirl.
“I love having something powerful between my legs!” she called and looked straight at me. All right then.
Everyone got a tour of the craft looking into the body-hugging cockpit that looked almost identical to the simulators. There were no windows. Once sealed inside the craft, the pilot’s entire world narrowed to the viewscreens, helmet sensors, and controls.
“Teddy,” Major whispered, “I respect your secrecy, but you aren’t telling us something big. That ship is too small to pack any punch in weaponry. Something just isn’t right.”
“I knew you’d want more answers,” I sighed, “but you need to remember that the ship is a close-quarter strafing fighter. We don’t expect any shot to be taken from more than a thousand meters. It will swoop in, take the shot and hit FTL out of there. It won’t take a very big weapon to do the damage we want. You know how the slivers work? They can tear apart a ship, even with shields. These will work much the same way.”
“I just have to say that I hope you aren’t suiciding these girls. When it comes to fighting in space, it isn’t a game,” Major said.
“We use game theory and bring it to life,” I answered.
“Is that how you CAPped so high?” Andrea asked. I chuckled. No one had brought up my CAP score in a long time.
“I went into the test prepared to play a game. It isn’t too difficult to figure out what the rules are when you engage. I just played the game to win,” I said. “Just like these girls will.”
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