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Subject: {ASSM} The Race of Man Final Chapters (MF, MM, FF)
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Date: Fri, 02 Jun 2006 00:10:01 -0400
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                      Okay, here it is folks!  Finally, the final two 
chapters of the Race of Man.  Sorry it took me so long to finish, but real 
world problems and priorities kind of took over there for a while.   The 
story of Aaron and his people is complete or at least as complete as I can 
make it.  I hope you enjoy it and appreciate it.  Lord knows I enjoyed 
writing it.

                      I want to give a special thanks to my good friend in 
Australia who penned many of the later chapters including the ones with the 
girls and the one with everyone left on the base with the dogs.  He added 
some wonderful pieces to the work and deserves his own special shout out. 
If you want to congratulate him, his email address is 
Starfire1951@hotmail.com.  My address is always infinteinkz@yahoo.com.  Any 
comments, positive or negative are welcome.  Tell us what you liked about it 
and what you didn't like.  Keep reading and keep learning.


      Chapter Ten

      Race against time

      Now while the rest of my little group was having the time of their 
lives, please remember that Vargas and I were out on the Antarctic ice shelf 
on snowmobiles in the middle of a blizzard.  Okay, the blizzard was starting 
to fade, but a good day at the bottom of the world is bad enough when you 
are out in the middle of it.  Since you are all probably reading this for 
the sex and not my excellent prose, I will bore you with most of the details 
of our insane dash across hundreds of miles of ice.  It is all pretty much a 
blur anyway.  I mean, you are going almost eighty miles an hour over mostly 
featureless terrain so not much stands out.  Since I don't want to upset 
animal lovers, I won't go into detail about the penguin rookery (flock, 
herd?) that we plowed through.  I am pretty sure we missed most of them.

      We lost the other snowmobile and almost Vargas too less than fifty 
miles outside of McMurdo when he hit a patch of ice that was covering a very 
deep crevasse.  He somehow managed to leap out of the driver's seat and grab 
the edge of the cliff before he followed his vehicle into black space.  I 
have to say that his collection of Spanish curse words is amazing.  My ride 
cut out on us less than ten miles from the town, but from there it was a 
surprisingly easy trek to civilization.  I credit our newly changed bodies 
with helping us survive both the trip and the final hike.  While we both 
felt cold as hell, we never seemed to feel the discomfort that you would 
have expected in such extreme conditions.

      Now as I may have mentioned much earlier, McMurdo is hardly a booming 
metropolis.  It is closer to size and feel to some small country town out in 
the middle of nowhere.  I was confident that we could find our quarry 
because, quite frankly, there wasn't that many places to search.  My hope 
was that the storm had kept him isolated if he had actually managed to make 
it this far.   If it had, then we could snag him, reclaim the cat and get 
back to the base.  If he had somehow managed to infect a large number of 
people, it would become a lot more difficult to manage.

      My hope that Langdon had gotten lost in the storm was destroyed when 
we found the cat parked outside of McMurdo's only hotel.  I use the word 
hotel with some kindness.  It was actually a small one story building that 
served as a sort of check in and restaurant with a dozen or so small Quonset 
huts spread around it.  I remembered reading in my handbook that each hut 
served as a room with its own small furnace and bathroom.

      "Hokay, he's gotta be in one of those huts," Vargas said.  "Now how we 
do find out which one with out exposing other people to us?"

      I just grinned at him and pulled out my cell phone.  He gave me a look 
that questioned my sanity as I dialed information.  "McMurdo, Antarctica 
please.  Yes I need the phone number for the Hotel National please."  After 
getting the number, I dialed the front desk and asked which room the Langdon 
party was staying in.  After that, it was a simple matter of finding the 
properly numbered room.

      "Amigo there is no way in hell that should have worked.  Dios must 
love you very much."  I just shrugged and jimmied the door using a pry bar 
from the cat.  We shoved the door open and jumped inside, ready for a fight 
since Langdon had become violent earlier.  We were not ready for what we 
saw.

      Now as an aside, I have to say that the room was actually very nice. 
If you ignored the rounded metal ceiling of the hut, it looked like a good 
priced room back in the states.  It had nice carpeting and colorful curtains 
and a king sized bed that pretty much dominated one wall.  It was a surprise 
to me that someone had spent so much effort on a room that might only be 
used once or twice a year.

      Okay, aside over.  When we burst into the room, we saw Langdon laying 
face down on the floor.  From the angle of the body and the way he laid 
there, I guessed that he was dead.  Of course, from the smile on his face I 
suspected that I knew how he had died.  I was distracted from the thought of 
a man literally fucking himself to death by scene on the bed.

      I recognized the woman from the photo of Langdon's wife.  She was an 
attractive woman in her mid-forties with graying brown hair and a nice body 
that showed signs of exercise on a regular basis.  The other girl was much 
younger, probably about seventeen or so.  She had the woman's pretty hair 
and nice body.  Her facial features reminded me more of Langdon so I assumed 
that she was probably their daughter.  I heard Vargas mutter something in 
Spanish that sounded like "Holy Shit."  I seconded his analysis of the 
situation.

      The older woman was kneeling over the girl's head and the girl was 
hungrily licking at her soaked pussy.  The woman was grinding down on her 
face making loud moans and squeezing her breasts while twisting her nipples. 
One of the girl's hands was gripping the woman's ass like she was afraid it 
would escape and the other hand was in between her own legs fingering her 
slit furiously.  I felt my cock get rock hard in seconds and realized that 
the musk that had come to be so familiar filled pretty much every single 
inch of airspace in the room.  Almost without thinking, I began stripping 
off my parka and clothes.  Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed that 
Vargas was doing the same thing.

      (Okay for those of you who are probably thinking that this was 
incredibly callous of us, you are absolutely right.  There was a dead man on 
the floor and we were about to screw his wife and daughter.  Maybe I hadn't 
known Langdon long, but I had come to respect the man and he truly hadn't 
done anything to deserve what had happened to him.  We should have wrapped 
the body up, gotten the women dressed and gotten the hell out of there. 
However, the room was filled with the sex musk which drove Vargas and me 
into a breeding frenzy and there were two available females just waiting for 
us.  I can honestly say that there was no thought in my head except for 
getting my cock into one of them.)

      It was a race to the bed and I won by about two inches.  (Small penis 
joke there or is that a large penis joke?)  I grabbed the woman and tossed 
her off of the girl onto the bed.  A split second later, Vargas was between 
her legs with his cock jammed inside of her.  The girl blinked up at me with 
a confused look on her face.  Her entire head was coated in leakage from her 
mom's pussy and even in her confusion; she was still licking at what she 
could reach with her tongue.  I just smiled down at her and crawled between 
her legs.  A copious amount of sperm was already leaking from her pussy so I 
suspected that her father had fucked her at least once before his collapse. 
I was able to slide my cock inside her with almost no effort at all.

      Both daughter and mother let out nearly simultaneous moans of pleasure 
as Vargas and I slid home.  I don't know if was the almost overdose level of 
musk in the air or the sheer excitement of having survived one of the most 
insane things I have even done before, but I was hornier than I had ever 
been before and after the events of the past few days, that was saying 
something.  I leaned down slightly and placed my hands on her apple sized 
breasts as I began to royally fuck her.  There was no finesse this time, no 
gentleness of any kind as I screwed her.  I fucked her as hard and as fast 
as the dogs must have done to Vargas.  Our hip bones literally made thumping 
sounds as we came together on each thrust.  My balls, which felt absolutely 
huge, were slapping against her pert little ass as I jammed as much of my 
cock into her on each stroke.  Instead of complaining or resisting, the girl 
jammed her hips up to meet each thrust.

      I was really getting into fucking this eager little girl when I heard 
Vargas groan loudly beside me.  I deduced from the sound that he had just 
dumped his load deep inside of the woman.  I was just getting started myself 
and was nowhere near cumming inside of my partner despite the fact that she 
was having multiple orgasms around my cock.   I started twisting her nipples 
the way that April liked and this made her practically scream in ecstasy and 
her cunt muscles started squeezing my cock.

      Just then, I felt the bed shift slightly and felt some very strong 
arms wrap around my shoulders.  I could hear Vargas breathing heavy behind 
me and something very hard and wet pressing against my ass cheeks.  A quick 
glance over to my left told me that the woman had collapsed onto the bed and 
passed out from pleasure.  This meant that Vargas was still locked into the 
breeding frenzy inspired by the musk and, with the position that we were in; 
mine was the only available hole.  Amazingly enough, through all the sex I 
had experienced up to this point, I had never been on the receiving end of 
anal sex.  I had fucked Vargas and Paul, but never gotten it in return.  So 
needless to say I was a little surprised when Vargas grabbed onto my hips 
and jammed all of his cock into me with one stroke.

      God it felt good!  I felt like my cock grew another three inches from 
the sheer pleasure of feeling that long hard piece of meat slide into me.  I 
was as slick if not slicker than the girl I was screwing and I could feel 
every single inch of it as he went inside of me.  I could barely focus on 
the girl in front of me as he started moving in and out.  I just kind of 
knelt there and let him fuck me, loving the feel of his balls slapping 
against my ass.  The girl must have felt neglected because she started 
moaning underneath me and shoving her hips up to encourage me.  "Easy, 
Amigo, just relax and let me do the driving this time," Vargas whispered in 
my ears.  He reached around me and grabbed the girl's hips and literally 
started fucking her with my dick.

      Now unless you are bi-sexual yourself, you cannot imagine the amazing 
feeling of someone fucking you while you are fucking someone else.  It felt 
incredible as Vargas' cock rubbed against my prostate and his thrusts shoved 
me into her.  I literally lost all control of my body and simply hung 
between the two of them while he screwed her.  I thought it couldn't feel 
any better, but just as I felt the cum boiling in my balls, I felt my ass 
muscles grab onto Vargas' cock and I definitely felt his cock elongate 
inside of me as it turned upwards slightly and slid home.  I literally 
screamed like a girl as I came inside of her when I felt Vargas pump his 
load inside of me.  We orgasmed for what felt like hours before Vargas and I 
went soft.  He dropped back onto the bed which freed me to fall to one side. 
I doubt either of us could have moved even if the world was coming to an 
end.

      It took us almost three hours to recover and get any useful 
information from the women.  The wife, Sheila, told me that Langdon had 
called them and found out which room that they were staying in and had come 
directly there from the base.  She had invited their daughter to come with 
her as a surprise for him since she had been away at school in Europe for 
nearly a year.  When he had arrived, he had been like a madman and had 
practically raped her in front of the girl.  She had no clear recollections 
from then until we had gotten them cleaned up and calmed down.

      This was a relief to me since if Langdon had come directly to the 
room; he would have had little to no interaction with anyone else.  This 
reduced the chances of an infection to practically zero.  Now I just had to 
deal with the consequences of Langdon's actions.  It was surprisingly easy 
to convince Sheila and the daughter, Marie to come with us back to the base. 
Once again, I noticed that strange acceptance of my orders and directions 
that I had noticed earlier in Paul and Barry.   I was beginning to formulate 
a theory on much of what was happening to us, but further analysis would 
have to wait.

      Vargas went out and checked out the cat while I got Langdon's body 
ready to take back.  I took all the sheets off the bed and wrapped him up in 
it.  I ordered the women to clean as much of the room as possible to 
eliminate as much of the musk and other aspects of Homo Enigma.  When we had 
transferred the body to the cat and gotten them comfortable, I went back 
inside and opened the one window in the hut and left the door standing wide 
open.  I hoped that the freezing cold would finish off any possible 
mutagenic effects that might linger in the room.  I pondered for a moment 
setting fire to the place, but decided against it.  The cat wasn't the 
fastest vehicle in the world and with the weather finally clearing, it would 
be too easy to track us and catch us.  I just had to pray to God that 
nothing would remain of us once the cold had done its job.  It wasn't the 
best of plans, but it was the only one I could come up with.

      Compared to our race to McMurdo, the drive back was relatively 
relaxing and uneventful.  The ladies curled up in the back while Vargas and 
I took turns driving.  We had just enough fuel to get us back to the base 
and I had never been more glad to get to the middle of nowhere before in my 
life.  I pulled the cat right up to the garage doors and we each carried a 
lady through the three feet of snow to the doors.  Of course, you can 
imagine what we saw once we were inside.  Pretty much the entire population 
of the base, including the dogs, spread across the floor in the midst of an 
orgy that would have done any porn producer proud.

      Well, you can imagine what happened next so I won't go into details. 
Needless to say that it was a long time later before we got around to 
bringing the body inside.

      Epilogue

      Well, I guess that is pretty much the end of the story or at least the 
interesting parts.  Like I said when I began all of this, I never intended 
to change the world.  My life time goal had always to find a nice girl, get 
married and get a nice cushy tenured job somewhere.  I never really wanted 
to be famous, just happy.  I guess fate had other ideas for me.

      It took weeks to get everything sorted out and get everyone up to 
speed on what was going on.  By then, our bodies had finished all of the 
changes they were going through and things had returned to some semblance of 
normalcy.  The uproar and anger that I had anticipated once everyone found 
out what had happened to them never arrived.  Everyone seemed accepting and 
even happy about the radical changes that had affected everyone.  I'm not 
sure to this day if it was some sort of affect of the hormones and chemicals 
pumping through our bodies or just a matter of "water and bridges" like 
Vargas had said.

      By the end of the adjustment period, everyone at the base was pregnant 
except me.  No matter how many times I got screwed, I never got knocked up. 
I deduced that it was a function of the mutation where the dominant member 
of the family grouping remained more able to protect the other members 
during pregnancy.   Since I had been the first one to be altered by the 
Enigma Effect, I became the Alpha of the group.  Like I had observed 
earlier, everyone seemed to defer to me in pretty much everything, so the 
Alpha influence was obviously transmitted via the pheromone musk that we all 
produced.

      During the adjustment period, I did learn one sad note.  Doctor 
Asburg, who had taken the specimens we had gathered back to McMurdo for 
transport to the states, died.  Apparently his plane got caught in a massive 
storm squall off the Antarctic coast and it went down with no survivors.  As 
saddening as this was, it was also a relief.  I had been paranoid that if 
the cadavers got back to the states, that some accident prone grad student 
might have sparked the exact same chain of events that had happened here. 
Admittedly, there was a one in a billion chance that the Enigma chromosome 
could find its way into the food chain and slowly work its way upwards to 
man, but it was doubtful and even if it did, it would take thousands of 
years to do so.  I figured those were good odds and stopped worrying about 
it.

      Once the changes had finished, we began to ponder what to do.  We 
couldn't very well return to normal society.  Once in amongst Homo sapiens, 
our pheromones would have started a chain reaction, spreading across the 
world in a true pandemic.  None of us had any wish to cause the extinction 
of the human race or start a war that we couldn't possibly win and war would 
be inevitable.  It is a simple lesson of history that when an advanced 
species encounters a lesser advanced species, war or extinction is the 
natural result.  Neanderthal was replaced by Homo sapiens just like 
Neanderthal replaced earlier man.  Homo Enigma would devastate Home Sapiens 
just by existing and Homo sapiens would not go quietly.

      A part of me likes to believe that our genetic benefactors felt the 
same way I did.  Imagine, early Homo Enigma with brain capacity light years 
ahead of their brethren with bodies that were stronger, more durable and 
healthier than Australopithecus.  There is no reason why they shouldn't have 
become the dominant species.  I like to believe that Homo Enigma wanted no 
war, no violence with only a desire to live in peace.  So they left their 
less evolved brothers and wound up perishing before they could thrive.

      This is kind of what we wound up doing without the perishing part that 
is.  With Angela and Barry's help, I developed a sort of hormone blocker 
that prevented us from manufacturing the musk which was how our very 
invasive mutagen was spread.  That done, we returned to the outside world 
with a plan.  A slightly crazy plan, but a plan nonetheless.

      The next decade could fill a few dozen books, some porn and some 
comedy.  With our newly enhanced minds, it only took about a year of working 
the stock market to get the money we needed.  After that it was a matter of 
developing the technology we needed without anyone getting the wiser while 
keeping our raging hormones under control.  I won't say it was completely 
successful.  The time that Elvis got lost and found by some college girls 
comes to mind.  Three days with his blocker injections, one horny and very 
intelligent dog was the king stud of a group of five happy bitches. 
Needless to say, they joined our family.  The puppies were cute though.  I 
won't even go into the time that the injection for Paul turned out to be bad 
and actually had the reverse effect.  Luckily, the restaurant he was at wasn't 
very crowded.

      By the time our plan was ready to be enacted, our little family wasn't 
nearly so little anymore.  Between the original members, the offspring and 
the accidental recruitments, we had grown to over a hundred.  Luckily, our 
plan allowed for lots of leeway.

      Now, of course, you are wondering what the plan was?  Simple, instead 
of competing with you all, we moved.  With almost unlimited money and the 
resources of a very grateful foreign nation who stands to make great strides 
in certain areas of technology very soon, we built a very large space ship 
and moved to Mars.  Now we are in the process of slowly terra forming the 
red planet into a place where our new/old race can call home.  It isn't easy 
and not something that is going to happen over night.  Slowly melting the 
polar caps to release carbon dioxide, using the recycled parts of our 
migration ship to shift comets out of deep space orbits to bring much needed 
water and minerals and trying to survive on a hostile world while we do it 
is not a simple matter.  Still, it's working and within twenty years or so, 
Mars will be much greener and habitable.  Homo Enigma has come home.

      So that's it.  The end of the tale or at least the end of it for now. 
After the birth of my third son, I felt the urge to share the story with our 
kin back on Earth, so I typed it up and beamed it back to our old world 
where it would find its way into the internet and to your eyes.  I realize 
that you probably think that this is just another internet porn story.  You 
believe that this could have never happened.  Well, maybe you are right. 
Maybe I am just some lonely guy writing up his own personal fantasies for 
the entire world to see.  Maybe so or maybe I am telling the truth.  Either 
way I leave it up to you to decide.  Just one thought in parting though. 
Don't be too surprised one day in the not so distant future when you guys 
send up one of your probes to stare around at the Martian surface and find 
one of us staring right back at you.

      Peace everyone.

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