XX5



“You have to leave.”

Shaddius is in my bed beside me. We just had mind blowing sex. Mind blowing was an understatement. Shaddius is laying there butt naked. His hard dick is slanted to the side of his leg. He's still semi hard. It's still dripping with cum. Shaddius is looking at me and he's licking his lips at that moment.


I'm not surprised when he gets up off the bed, crunching his hard abs until we are face to face. He gives me a long deep, passionate kiss and shoves his tongue as deep into my throat as possible.


“Let's go again,” he tells me.


He places my hand on his dick and lets me jerk it off for a minute. I'm tempted. It's impossible not to be. Shaddius is everything. I mean the fact that I just had sex kind of blew my mind.


“I'm serious you have to go.”

Shaddius sighs getting off the bed and slowly getting dressed probably hoping I'd change my mind, “I heard about you Amazons. Have sex with men and then just rip their hearts out of their chests afterwards.”

“It's not like that. My sisters will kill you if they see you.”

“So you're protecting me?” Shaddius asks raising his eyebrow, “So the uncivilized animal actually has a heart after all?”

“Shaddius...please.”

“What about my offer?” Shaddius asks me,


“Wait. You were serious?”

“The hacker is a man, but he's unfertile. I'm assuming you are as well. I think it would be a fair trade. The Amazons get the Hacker and the Carolinians get you,” Shaddius states.


My heart is racing in my chest.


All I knew was the Amazon. Me being traded to another country was the same thing that happened to Rahmell. If I agreed to that I didn't know what would happen. I'd go live in the Carolinas. I'd never been to that area. We'd been at war with them. I heard stories about the grand cities in the Carolinas but I'd never seen them before.


“I need to think about it,” I say.


Shaddius nods, “Fine. Don't think too long though. I may have been gentle with you during sex but I'm not the most patient person in the world...not even for you.”

Shaddius walks over to me. He kisses me once again. He's showing me that other side of him...once again. His lips press softly on mine. Then after the kiss he stares at me for a few seconds that seem like forever.


And as he leaves I wonder if the reason he wants me was really political or if it was personal.





We are sitting in a meeting room. I can't get the taste of Shaddius off of my lips. I can't get the smell of him off my skin. I can't get the memory of him out of my head. Shaddius isn't a Prince Charming. He's a little bit of a dickhead to be honest but there is something about him that blows my fucking mind.


Beryl is strong in her answer, “Grandmother won't give away family. Ever.”

My sisters meet up with me in the morning for breakfast. I'd told them about Shaddius minus the fact that we slept together. That was one thing they didn't need to know about. We have breakfast in this area that looks like a buffet. I'm afraid to present the trade to my grandmother honestly so I'm stalling. Talking to my sisters first seem to really put things into perspective.


“Yes she would,” Opal responds.


We all look at Opal. She's never been the one to beat around the bush. She has a strength about her. It's different from the Stingers. The Stingers were strong physically but Opal was strong mentally. The way she sat there quietly made me think she was really thinking about what my mother was going to do. Out of all my sisters she was the smartest. She was the most blunt and probably the meanest but she was also the smartest.


“Gem is our brother,” Ruby states.


Opal shrugs, “Doesn't matter.”

“The Carolinas are our enemy,” Pearl continues.


Beryl sticks up for the me crossing her arms, “Pearl's right. Even if Ma Zoe is willing to give away Gem...she wouldn't give him to an enemy. He knows too much. He would give away most of our secrets. No offense.”

“None taken,” I respond.


Beryl nods, “We should hold off from telling her. Keep our options open. The convention is lasting a few more days. We still have some time to think about it before we let Grandmother know. We should just enjoy the time we have here. Look---something's happening.”

“I'm not in the mood for any surprises,” Ruby explains.

At that moment it becomes clear that something definitely is happening. I'm not surprised that the Stingers pick it up before I do. They are so aware of their surroundings. I mean these ladies hunted wildlife on their spare time, wrestled alligators for kicks and had bar fights when they were bored. They definitely always seemed to be aware when something was going down around them because they were used to danger. There is a mass exodus of ambassadors from different countries. Opal glares at me and I look at her. I'm not sure what's going on but it's clear something is going on.


As we make our way out of the meeting area to see what is going on we see a large crowd on the main floor of the Geneva Convention. People are gathered around. I hear cheers at that moment. Then I see men on stage.


“They call us barbarians,” I hear Pearl whisper to Ruby.


At first I have no idea what is happening. I look up at the stage. Then I see them. Men. There are men on stage being bargained! They are being sold. At that moment I wonder if this is some sort of prostitution or something like that.


I notice the man on the microphone. Senator Redd of the District. He has a microphone in his hand and he has a smile on his face, “As you all have been waiting for we are about to start our annual Auction. I know a lot of you ambassadors are excited this year for this. We'll be auctioning off fertile men for the day. You can milk them for all the sperm you can get within the next 24 hours...”

My mouth drops.


“Oh my God,” I find myself saying.


Opal grabs me at that moment and puts her hand over my shoulder, “I know what you're about to say. I know you brother but listen---”

“They are selling men up there.”

“More like renting,” Opal explains as though it makes it any better.


I watch the men on the stage at that minute. They are handsome men...probably the best looking fertile men that the District had to offer.


“WE WILL START THE BIDDING AT 200 MILLION DOLLARS!” Senator Redd says.


Senator Redd has a snaky face. I don't know how to describe it. He has one of those faces you just want to fucking punch. At that moment I swear to God I think I'm losing it.


I'm The first man steps forward. He drops his robe. The man is completely naked underneath. The crowd of ambassadors and their entourage cheer on. The whole amphitheater erupts in cheers when the fertile man's naked body. He's a white man, with tan skin, big lips and white teeth.


“200 Million!” I hear a voice say out from the crowd.


“200 Million do we have 400...400 here...400 Million!” The senator starts off the auction.


I look around. I notice people in the crowd bidding. I notice one woman who just seems like she is loving every moment of this. I recognize a flag that someone in her entourage is carrying. She is from New Louisiana. She is immediately outbidded by another lady who had a flag from the Dakota Regions. Then I even notice someone I recognize. Quincy. He raises his hand and votes on behalf of Last Vegas.


Then finally Shaddius! I can't believe Shaddius raises his hand and votes for the Carolinas. Soon after it is clear that Shaddius wins the boy. My heart is beating heavy in my chest when I see this.


Opal is standing next to me, “Gem. Stay out of this.”

I can't. Opal knows that I can't. This is just...weird. I find myself crossing over the room to where Shaddius is. I can't believe how disappointed I am with him at this moment.


“Is this what you do? Buy prostitutes?” I ask Shaddius.


“Prostitutes? We're buying sperm.”

“These men are being paraded around in public...naked and you guys are bidding on them like they are property.”

Karington and Quincy laugh at that moment. Shaddius isn't laughing but it's clear I'm not making much of an impact on them. The three men are looking at me like I'm a stand up comedian telling them a joke.


“Is he serious?” Karington asks.


Shaddius glares at me at that moment and then has the nerve to reach over and grab my hand, “Listen. That's just how things are. Sexy men who have fertile sperm are just valuable especially at the convention. You should know that.”

Quincy nods, “It's an honor to be on that stage. Look there goes Rahmell.”

The name Rahmell sends shivers down my spine.


I turn.


Rahmell is the next one up to be bid on. He takes off a bathrobe. He is completely naked underneath. The crowd erupts. My eyes glance up and down at Rahmell on the podium. He is...beautiful. I mean his dick is huge. It's not hard but it still seems extremely long. His skin is glistening with oil. Each one of his muscle areas are singing.


His skin which is usually the color of wheat is darkened by the oil. He glistens on the stage like fresh honey. His powerful biceps flex like a young bodybuilder. His vibrant strong neck is stretched out. His slim waist folds in exposing his perfect V-shaped torso. His powerful legs seem perched and strong like a bronze statue of some Urban God.

“He always gets the most applause,” Karington explains, “Wish I had that body.”

The women in the room are in lust and the men in the room are all jealous. Either way ambassadors all seem ready to bid for Rahmell. They are all thinking how beautiful of a specimen Rahmell is. They are all thinking how strong his genes are.


“Amen. He's going to make some really nice looking babies,” Quincy agrees, “200 MILL!”

I shoot Quincy a look. I can't believe this fucking dude just bid on my fucking friend. I can't believe a string of votes are following up after that. His votes were getting higher than the guy who came before him. Within a matter of minutes people were spending upward a billion dollars for Rahmell.


I lose it.


I don't know what comes over me!

I run up to the stage. I grab Rahmell's robe and toss it over him. Rahmell looks over at me at that moment.


“What are you doing?” Rahmell asks me.


“Saving you. What the fuck do you think I'm doing?”

Rahmell looks confused, “Gene.”

“Excuse me. Get off the stage!” I hear a voice say.


I turn to see that it's Senator Redd. Senator Redd isn't alone. Security has started to approach me when I hopped up on stage. The entire crowd is booing at the fact that I just hopped on stage and threw clothes on Rahmell. I guess the fact that they weren't getting their “FREE” look wasn't flying with them right now.


“Rahmell please,” I state, “Let's just get off of here.”

Rahmell grabs my hand. He's about to leave but he's stopped by Senator Redd. Senator Redd gives me a stern look.

“This is District property,” he spits.


I only barely realize that he's referring to Rahmell as his property before the Senator gives me a firm push. I don't know if he mean to push me as hard as he does but it doesn't matter. Rahmell attempts to grab me to catch me but he fails.


I fall on my ass on the floor below me. My ass hits the floor hard as fuck!


Laughter breaks out all around me.


“Put your hands on him again and you won't have fingers to jerk off your puny little dick,” a voice says.


I panic when I hear the voice. I know almost immediately the Stingers have sprung into action. The three Stingers have taken their place on the stage with me at that moment. I already know where this is going. What I don't realize is that the Stingers all have weapons. I don't know how the FUCK they had weapons but I know that all hell is about to break loose.


“Those bitches made home made weapons,” Opal states picking me up off the floor.


My more reasonable sister appears next to me. We are off the stage and it's clear Opal is trying to get me further away from the stage.


“Oh fuck,” I notice.


Opal is right.


Beryl has a stun gun with batteries, electrical wires, pliers, the iron in the hotel room, a cutter and a screwdriver. Ruby made a spear from the lamp that was in the living room and fireplace poker. Pearl has a homemade bat made out of table leg. In her other hand she has a monkey fist. I believe she made it by finding heavy object which I think may be some type of ball, wrapped it in paracord and tied it to a piece of rope which I believe she is can use to hit people at a distance. By the time Pearl starts swinging that rope of hers I know for sure all hell is about to break loose.


“We have to stop them,” I tell Opal.


“Too late,” Opal responds grabbing me.


As Opal is grabbing me and pulling me out of the way to safety my sisters attack. Beryl effectively stuns the SHIT out of Senator. The guards approach in order to stop them and that's when the others jump in. In a matter of seconds guards are running up to the stage and being put down almost as fast as they can get up there.


The shit has just really hit the fan.


Luckily Shaddius grabs me and Opal, “This way...”




Shaddius takes me back to my room peacefully. I can't say the same. Opal tells me to stay in the room so I don't get associated with the Stingers while she goes out to find out what's happening. I'm sitting the room with Shaddius and he is keeping me company. I can see him crossing his arms and shaking his head. He's judging us even more and it's quite clear.


“Your sisters are strong. I'll give them that...” Shaddius states.


He's right. The last thing I remembered was Pearl wrapping a man in her thin legs like rope, pulling him to the ground so that he was pinned underneath her and beating the living shit out of him.


“They were just trying to protect me,” I explain.


Shaddius shakes his head, “They have to realize that they can't win on brute strength alone. The District is the most powerful country in what used to be the United States. You can't win...”


Shaddius isn't saying it outright but I can see it in his eyes. He thinks Amazons are a bunch of manly women who go around trying to throw rocks at tanks. Maybe we were.


“Don't underestimate us,” I tell him.


The pride swells up in me. Amazon Pride. We may have had the more women than any other nation and we may have been stuck in the stone age but we weren't weak.


Shaddius crosses his arms, “Don't underestimate them. You guys just attacked a Senator from the District. That is serious shit...”


My heart was racing. Opal hadn't come back yet. The longer she's gone the more concerned I am. I am just locked in this room helpless. My sisters had no trouble fighting until they couldn't fight any longer. Shaddius was I mean I had a fucking crush on you for godsakes.


“Do you think they're ok?” I ask Shaddius.


“Your sisters can take down men. I've seen that. But have you noticed how many men the District has. They are swarming with them,” Shaddius explains, “More men than any other country. Strong men too. You guys attacked me. That was one thing. I mean I could have used that as a reason to start a war and wipe New Florida off the map.”

He's right.


The Carolina territories had the technology. They had the weaponry. The only thing that was keeping them from going to war was some weak ass peace treaty my grandfather signed. My Grandfather basically had to kiss the ass of the president of Carolina.


Maybe we were weak after all...


“So why didn't you?” I ask him, “Isn't that what your people want?”

Shaddius nods and admits, “Yes. I was sent here to find out if New Florida had weaknesses and take it back to my president. He was going to use that information for an invasion.”

My heart drops.


Shaddius is looking at me with complete honesty. He is doming over me with his height so I look up and see how serious his face is. He's not joking. He domes over me in the same way that Carolina domes over New Florida.


Now I probably was the cause of creating another enemy with an even stronger nation then Carolina.


“So it's over?” I ask.


Shaddius shrugs, “Come next fall New Florida wasn't going to exist. But I don't know. Maybe us trading may stop the invasion now that your Grandfather is dying. Maybe I can convince my president that New Florida should exist.”

My Grandfather was a kind man but he was also weak. He was an isolationist. He was paranoid after the United States broke up. He felt like New Florida couldn't trust anyone so we stayed to ourselves. Other nations traded and stepped into the future using tools like trading at the Geneva Convention. New Florida was left in the old days.


“Why?”

“Why what?”

“Why would you try to stop Carolina from invading New Florida?” I ask.


Shaddius grabs my hand at that moment, “Well. To be honest. I kind of got this crush on this Amazon. So I'm wondering how I can help destroy a country that is about to give me something so precious.”

Shaddius hands feel warm. His fingers glide through mine. My heart is beating as I look up at him. This is the same guy I hated just yesterday.


“I haven't agreed to come with you yet.”

Shaddius smiles, “You'll agree. Your people need a hacker. And me...I need you in my life.”

Yes. This trade deal was definitely personal. It had nothing to do with Shaddius trying to better his nation. I wasn't a fertile man. They didn't need me.


My dick tingles. Shaddius notices. He leans forward and he is forcing himself between my legs. He grabs my arm and pulls me close. His tongue enters my mouth. He is kissing me forcefully. I lean up against the chair, putting my leg up against the arm of the chair so that he can get closer access. Shaddius is tall and dominant. He grabs my neck pushes it back and begins to suck on my neck.


Our shirts come off. Shaddius is licking at my nipples. He circles around. As he licks my nipples I play with his chest. Shaddius had a beefy chest. His entire body is kind of beefy. I wouldn't describe him as thick but he wasn't some extremely toned guy. He reminds me of someone who used to play that football sport that no longer existed.

His beard tickles my nipple. He makes sure to always come back to my mouth and kiss me softly.


“I'm scared,” I tell him.


I don't know why I feel so fragile. I'm an Amazon for godsakes. I wasn't like the Stingers by any means but I wasn't like my sister Diamond either. I was strong and aggressive. Why the fuck was I tell him I was scared? I am not scared about sex. It's deeper than that. I'm scared of leaving New Florida. All I ever knew was New Florida.

“I won't hurt you. And once you come home with me, I'll make sure peace with New Florida lasts,” he promises me.


Shaddius leans back on the couch. He unbuttons his pants. His dick flies out. His dick is thick and beefy...just like him. The girth of his dick is impressive and so big that I wonder how it was that him and I had sex last night. It's the kind of dick you would imagine a guy 6'3” to actually have.



As soon as he reveals his dick he looks down at me for reaction.


My mouth waters. I can't even hide it. I am leaning over to suck his dick when immediately a hologram pops up in the room of a woman.


“Someone is at your front door!” the woman states.

She scares the fuck out of me and I jump up, tripping over my own jeans and falling to the ground, my ass toted up to the sky. Shaddius comes over to help pick me up from the ground.

The door opens and it's Opal.


“Look who I found,” Opal announces.


She walks in the room with Rahmell. Rahmell looks over at Shaddius and I. It looks like Shaddius is banging me from the back. That almost looks very clear when they open the door. I mean Shaddius is naked hunched over me from the back with his arms wrapped over my torso. His dick is dangling inches away from my butt crack. I have my ass up in the air with a look of pain on my face because I fell.


“What the fuck?” Rahmell asks me.


Opal's face gets red at that moment and she puts her hand on Rahmell, “You know what. Me and Rahmell can come back in a minute.”

Rahmell just glances at Shaddius, “What the fuck are you doing to my bestfriend?”

“It's called sex. You've heard of it right? Even though you jerk off in a cup for a living?” Shaddius asks him.


It's awkward and Shaddius isn't making it any better. I pull up my pants. Shaddius takes his time to pull up his pants. He waves around a semi hard dick for a while probably flaunting it and letting Rahmell know that he isn't the only one with a decent body and a nice size dick. I mean Shaddius wasn't anywhere near this cut, muscular guy that probably ate vegetables for breakfast, lunch and dinner like Rahmell. Shaddius was thick and beefy. He ate meat but in a way that was just as sexy.


I'm on the couch feeling how awkward it is when Shaddius takes his sweet time to first put on his shirt and then finally put his dick away, sit on the couch, put his arm over me and pull me in close.


It's not just Rahmell that I'm embarrassed about. Opal didn't know anything was happening between Shaddius and I either. God forbid she told the Stingers.


Opal struggles to change the subject, “So Rahmell...didn't you have something you wanted to say.”

“What?”

Rahmell has something on his mind. And I think I suspect what it is.


“You had something you wanted to discuss with us about what happened earlier,” Opal reminds him.


“In private...no offense Shaddius.”

Shaddius raises an eyebrow. I'm surprised why Rahmell wants Shaddius to leave but I can understand that he doesn't know the extent of my relationship with Shaddius. Sure he is friends with Shaddius but I don't think he trusts Shaddius with me.


“None taken,” Shaddius states, clearly being a politician before he gets up, kisses me on the cheek and walks out of the room.


Rahmell and Opal are looking at me with the craziest looks at that moment.


“My God...I'm liking all this man meat flying around here,” Opal fans herself.


“Don't encourage him,” Rahmell warns her.


He doesn't look like he's amused by me and Shaddius at all. I don't know what Opal feels about it besides the fact that she's right. We don't normally see men in New Florida let alone sexy men walking around naked. The memories I had here could last me the rest of my life if I had to go back home and jack my dick.


The thing was I probably may not be going back home.


“Is there any news on the Stingers?” I attempt to change the subject out of embarrassment.


“They were arrested,” Rahmell states.


That wasn't really a surprise. The stingers were a goddam mess. I stand there realizing this has gotten out of control. I want to cry. Things have gotten so bad.

“They were just protecting me.”

“Right...but what were you thinking?” Rahmell asks me, “Why would you jump up on the stage like that?”

“They were parading you around like you were a piece of meat,” I told Rahmell, “Like you were a prostitute.”

“I don't have to have sex with those people. All I do is jerk off in a cup for them. They want sperm...not sex. It's part of my job. You knew that...remember?


“Melly...”

Rahmell walks over to me and crosses his arms, “Don't Melly me. Don't you think you were being a little hypocritical after what happened between me and you in New Florida.”

I can't believe Rahmell is bringing up the kidnapping in New Florida at a time like this. He is sitting on the couch and he's talking to me like I'm his little brother who made a stupid mistake again. I am a little pissed Opal brought him here. She could have told me this news on her own but she has her arms crossed and is nodding in agreement with Rahmell. It's clear Opal brought him here to talk some sense into me. When we were younger Opal always used Rahmell as her advocate to talk some sense into me.


Rahmell was the only one I used to listen to.


Opal is damn near cheering on Rahmell right now, “He's right.”

Rahmell puts his hand on my hand, “I wasn't in any danger on that stage. Me and you went even further than I would have with these people. You overreacted.”

“I can't overreact when it comes to you.”

I don't know how to explain it. Looking back sure I did dumb shit by jumping on that stage. I knew the Stingers were looking for a reason to fight. I mean these girls had weapons they made from the goddam room. They were ready.


I want to tell Rahmell that I love him. I've always loved him. I knew he didn't feel the same way and he would never feel the same way but it didn't matter. I couldn't even think of the idea of other people looking at him like he was some piece of meat.

Rahmell was worth so much more than that.


His fingers are in my fingers, “I love you.”

It's almost like he is reading my mind when he says it. Rahmell is looking at me and his eyes change colors like they do. That richness in his deep sexy voices drives me crazy. The oil he had on his body before had made his hands soft and yet firm at the same time. He grabs onto my arms and looks deep in my eyes and I swear I am melting.


Fuck I am obsessed with this fucking man.


“I love you too,” I explain to him.


“I know...you'll always be like a little brother to me,” Rahmell explains.


It's like he took Ruby's homemade spear and shoves it in my heart at that moment when he goes into detail. It's like being baited into a trap. Every second he touches me, leans in, looks at me with those eyes of his I go nuts. Then I'm reminded.


Rahmell only loves me like a little brother.


“Yeah,” my voice breaks.


“I appreciate you wanting to protect me,” Rahmell continues, “You can't just act so reckless. I'm not going to keep beating you up on this though. I'm here for you. And I'm going to be by your side. We'll figure out a way to deal with the declaration.”

I raise an eyebrow, “What declaration?”

Opal and Rahmell look at one another. They exchange glances.


Rahmell sighs deeply, “The Stingers killed the Senator. Because of this the District has declared war on New Florida. The President of the District has called for complete and utter destruction of New Florida and all of it's citizens.”

Fuck...


There was a threat from the Carolinas still pending. Now full blown war had been declared because of my stupidity.


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