The Orgy That Saved Mankind
By Polera North
Copyright 2012 Polera North
Smashwords Edition
March 14
The first day of my new life. Our new lives. There are 1,000 of us here now, several thousand feet below the surface, never to see the light of day again. This is the price we pay in order to carry out our duty to our country. This is the burden we bear to ensure that no matter what happens, our country can wage nuclear war against our enemy and its satellites. We are entirely self-reliant down here- Our energy comes from a nuclear reactor, we generate our own oxygen through a collection of highly efficient, genetically engineered plants, we have enough food for over 500 years, tasteless as it may be, and our water comes from reservoirs deeper in the Earth's crust than we are, garanteed to be free of any pollutants from the surface. My name on the surface doesn't matter anymore. Now, and until this country no longer needs me, I am A-106.
March15
Looking around, during meals and my off duty hours, I've noticed that everyone here seems to be between 25 and 35. I'm curious if there are an even number of men and women and if we're intended to be paired off to produce children to continue our work, should it come to that. Or will they bring new people here as we die off? At dinner, I sat next to X-117. His department seems to buck the naming conventions down here. Everyone else I've met seems to be named after their department, I work in Air Management, P-204 is a Psychologist, N-111 works in the nuclear energy facilities. X-117, and the three other men in his department, run the launch consoles. Should the orders come in, will launch the nuclear missiles at the enemy. Whomever designed their uniforms either had a great sense of humor, or was completely devoid of it. I'm not sure which. Each department wears color-coded uniforms. Mine is green, water management is blue, psychologists wear a gray-purple. X-117 and his ilk wear black.
It's a strange feeling, eating a meal next to a man who may very well destroy an entire country with the push of a few buttons, especially one so quiet and unassuming. He's quite cute in an almost boyish way and, ironically, his ancestors immigrated from the enemy country a few generations ago. I think I'll make an effort to get to know him better.
March 17
The intercom has begun a series of informative, daily... I don't know what to call them, programs? Speeches? To explain the purpose of the different levels of nuclear shelters. We are on level 6, dedicated to launching our countries nuclear arsenal at the enemy and it's satellites. 996 of us are here to support the 4 men in charge of launching the missiles. My entire life's work is to facilitate X-117 and his comrades in performing their duties, if they should even have reason to perform their duties within their lifetime.
March 18
It seems there are eyes, or at least ears, everywhere. There are definitely mouths everywhere. X-117 and I have been getting along well the past few days. I've made it a point to sit next to him at meals, and to visit him during our off hours(it seems we share similar shift schedules). Today I took him back to my quarters. In his innocence, he seemed confused as to my intentions. It wasn't until my hand was rubbing his groin and my teeth were unzipping his uniform jumpsuit that he realized what I had planned. He protested somewhat- about improper conduct, duty, us not being very familiar with each other, but he did not try very hard to stop me.
The moment after I pulled his swelling manhood from beneath his underwear, there was a crackle from the room's ceiling speaker. “Unauthorized fraternization is not allowed. Cease and desist any and all sexual activity.” a female voice said from above, the same female voice that did the level-wide announcements. I replaced his unit to it's proper location, leaving his suit zipper undone, and led him by the hand into my quarter's washroom. He followed dumbly, almost like he was in some sort of trance, or daze. I guided him to sit down on the toilet, he did so, and I went back to my original goal. As soon as his organ was free, again came the voice from the speaker. “Unauthorized fraternization is not allowed. Cease and desist any and all sexual activity.”
I have something of a voracious sexual appetite and I was not about to let a disembodied voice stop me. I ran my tongue up and down his shaft, looking him in the eyes as I did. I could see his discomfort at the situation. I could also see he did not wish for me to stop. “I..” he stammered “I have never... with a woman...” I put my finger to his lips to shush him, smirked mischievously, and went back to work.
His gasp when I took him into my mouth was delightful. The sound of someone experiencing the wonders of a woman's mouth for the first time is something I think I will never tire of. Feeling him tense up as I started to suck is something that will always entertain me. Every 30 seconds or so the recording clicked back on. “Unauthorized fraternization is not allowed. Cease and desist any and all sexual activity.” I continued my task, paying no mind to the warnings.
“I am... 106 I am...” X-117's words melted into a shuddering moan. I let him free from my grasp, his cock pulsated hard with every wave of his orgasm, leaving sticky white puddles across his toned abdomen. I decided to give him a show to end the encounter, and proceeded to slowly lick the cum off of his stomach, maintaining eye contact the whole time. The speaker above us hissed one last time. “Unauthorized fraternization is not allowed. Cease and desist any and all sexual activity.”
March 19
When X-117 left my room yesterday, I was expecting security to be waiting for us. So far I have not seen any negative consequences for our 'Unauthorized Fraternization”. X-117 seemed a little more lively at lunch today. Speaking of our meals, breakfast consist of an egg-like yellow square, a bowl of some sort of porridge or oatmeal, both from dehydrated sources, and a small cup of pills. I had assume that these pills are dietary supplements, to ensure we get a full compliment of vitamins and nutrients, plus perhaps chemicals to adjust our bodies to living several thousand feet under the surface. Today I noticed an extra pill. Perhaps I am being paranoid, but a part of me thinks there may be a connection between this new supplement and yesterday's unpunished encounter.
Also, yesterday the woman in the speaker explained that level 5 contains 2,000 people and consists of our defensive, anti-missile systems and personnel. These men and women will, hopefully, prevent the enemy's missiles from reaching our shores. They also have enough supplies to live 500 years underground. Today, we learned that level 4 is designed to hold 5,000 people. The focus of this level is to provide refuge for our political leadership, as well as select scientists and technicians who will be invaluable in rebuilding the infrastructure of our nation, should the worst happen. They have been given 100 years of supplies.