The Ragnarö Protocol

Zeb is a world class engineer living a life normally reserved for the super wealthy: traveling to exotic locations and bedding beautiful women. All on someone else's dime.

Then comes The Plague. Fifty million dead worldwide and no end in sight. After more than a year stuck alone in his house, he gets a cryptic offer: solve an impossible problem first and get a million bucks. But the strange missive is just the beginning. His mysterious new employer has loftier plans which will take Zeb around the world, and beyond, in a sexy science fiction adventure.

The Ragnarök Protocol is a tale of erotic science fiction about an engineer who, with the help of his beautiful companions, attempts the impossible in an effort to avert the end of the world. If you're a fan of the science fiction and spy movies of the sixties and seventies, but always wished they didn't fade to black when things got sexy, then this novel is for you.

Author's Note: This is a full novel (~98k words) which I'll attempt to break up into easily consumable sections. All characters are over eighteen. Enjoy!

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Chapter 11

As we headed back toward the building where our condos were located, my phone rang. It was Hadley. She said, "Mr. Anson. I apologize for interrupting the family reunion, but Mr. Sinnsyk's calendar has opened up unexpectedly and he would very much like to meet you now. Please meet me in the lobby of the building where I last saw you in seven minutes," and she hung up.

I said loudly, "I have been summoned to kiss the ring of our Great Leader. Z, Sophie; I'm sure you guys are wiped out. Why don't you grab something to eat and then take it easy tonight? We can catch up more in the morning."

They agreed and headed towards their condo with Elin. I started to bid farewell to Bonnie and Margrethe when I realized we needed to handle a few things. "Margrethe, how do I contact you? And how do I contact Zoe and Sophie for that matter?"

Bonnie said, "I'll send you Margrethe's contact info. And I'll make some calls about getting info for your family."

I said, "Thank you. Second, I don't know how long this meeting will take but I'd really like to see you both again."

Margrethe smiled and said, "My dearest Zebadiah. You said I was yours. You will have quite a bit of difficulty getting rid of me."

Bonnie said, "I'm jealous. You haven't claimed ownership over me yet, but that just makes me look forward to tonight. Call us when you're done with your meeting. If you don't eat with the boss man, we'll have dinner together."

I kissed her deeply, but quickly and then gave Margrethe the same treatment before heading towards my meeting.

*****

As I entered the lobby of the building I had decided to call the office, I saw Hadley standing near the elevator bank. She acknowledged my presence by nodding and waiting for me to come meet her. When I reached her, she said, "You're two minutes late."

I ignored her rebuke by asking her, "What's this meeting about?"

"Is it so unusual for the head of a company to want to meet his executives face-to-face?"

She led me into an elevator which only opened when she pressed her phone against the call button. I was surprised when the elevator car began to descend rather than heading to the top floor. After several seconds, the doors opened to reveal another lobby. Hadley led me across a mostly empty floor the size of a basketball court until we reached a nondescript door. Once again, Hadley's phone was required to open the door. When we stepped inside, I found that we were in a narrow hallway which led to two pairs of what appeared to be airline seats which were facing each other. Hadley pointed to a chair on the right and then closed a door at the near end of the hallway which resembled an airplane door. Once she sat down, she pushed a button, and we were both forced deeply into our seats as what was clearly a subterranean conveyance set off at a high rate of speed towards the volcano. All I said was, "Impressive."

A few moments later we came to a stop which was just as dramatic as the beginning of our journey. We exited the car and headed towards another elevator. This time we went up. The elevator journey took nearly as long as the subway ride causing me to remark, "Hell of a commute."

Hadley said, "We're going to Mr. Sinnsyk's personal residence. You should feel fortunate. Very few employees are invited here."

When the elevator stopped, the doors opened to reveal a reception desk where a very attractive, very naked, young lady was sitting. She said, "Welcome, Mr. Anson. Mr. Sinnsyk will be ready for you in just a few moments. Is there anything I can get for you while you wait?"

I said, "Maybe a cup of coffee? It's been kind of a long day."

She got up and walked to a wet bar to prepare the beverage. She acted as though her nakedness were completely natural. She asked how I took it and then delivered a truly delicious cup of coffee. Hadley had disappeared while I was watching my coffee be prepared but she returned shortly, dressed in the same fashion as the receptionist.

I quipped, "This is a welcome change."

She said, "Don't be an ass. Working for Mr. Sinnsyk is an honor and a privilege. He enjoys our bodies and so we make sure he knows our bodies are available for him. All of Mr. Sinnsyk's Valkyries do this, and much more for him. I would do anything for him."

I said, "And the Valkyries are ..."

She said, "Don't be obtuse. Your two concubines are Valkyries, as is the young woman who's showing your sister and her wife around."

I was at a loss for what to ask next, but the receptionist walked over and said, "Please follow me."

She opened a set of French doors and led us into an extremely large office. The opposite wall was entirely made of windows which seemed to look out into the interior of the volcano's caldera. The room was far from empty. There were several couches and chairs forming a semi-circle around a desk which was larger than an SUV. I did not take the time to count but I guess-timated thirteen naked women were seated, all of them looking longingly at the man seated behind the desk. I had seen him many times in photos and interviews but never in person.

Oskar Sinnsyk was roughly fifty years old. He was an imposingly large man, at least 2 meters tall with a muscular body. He had piecing cerulean eyes and was completely hairless. He got up and walked around the desk to shake my hand firmly before sitting down in a chair next to me.

"Mr. Anson. Welcome. I knew you would be the one to solve my little riddle. And I'm glad you decided to join us in The Enclave. I trust you are getting situated?"

I said, "Yes. Everything has been great. Although I am curious as to what I'll be doing for you."

"We'll get to that in a minute. First off, how do you like our Enclave?"

"It's really great. I forgot how nice it was to just be around people. I want to especially thank you for inviting my family to join me here. It really means a lot."

He said, "I value my employees and their happiness greatly. In a way, you are someone responsible for my philosophy on employee happiness. Perhaps you'll remember that I was interested in recruiting you several years ago, but you were still working for one of the big three and you gently turned me down. But, in researching you I was fascinated by your history, especially your history of finishing projects other people said were impossible. I'm certain you remember the job you did for Wise Guys International."

I nodded in reply before he continued.

"I was amazed at the way you rewrote an entire control system in less than a month. In researching you I discovered the delightful Ms. Mariko. She taught me all about her philosophy of hyper-productivity through organization and complete physical contentedness. It led me to completely rebuild my company, and the results have been staggering. We have achieved more in the last thirty-six months that the United States did during the Space Race and the Manhattan Project combined. I have recruited the most beautiful women, and a few men, in the world and brought them to this Enclave. I have also recruited all of the brightest minds on Earth. Once I bring them together there's nothing that can stop us."

I said, "I don't understand. Eva was one of a kind in her ability to organize and her enthusiasm for, as you say, complete physical contentedness. How are you getting all of these beautiful people to do what Eva did?"

He said, "I assure you it's nothing sinister. We look for very specific qualities when we are recruiting. Ms. Kristiansen is very talented at talent acquisition, as I am sure you would attest," at this he patted his lap and Hadley walked over and sat with him, seemingly right on his upturned palm. "Once we have the individuals, we are seeking here in The Enclave we let nature take its course. I believe you have taken a liking to Bonnie and ... who was it my dear?"

Hadley breathily said, "Margrethe."

"Ah, yes. Lovely Margrethe. Did you sense any coercion or duplicitousness with either of them?"

I said, "No. They've been delightful."

He said, "You see? We are changing the human race here Mr. Anson. You have obviously figured out that our objective is a sustainable colony on the Moon. Over the coming weeks and months, you will discover just how close we are to achieving that goal.

"In the meantime, I have hired you to head up the environmental engineering section. The solution you created as part of that contest is just a small part of the bugs we must work out. The main thing I want you to focus on is the overall control system. Delegate as much as you can. We have hired a team of fifteen brilliant engineers. Five of them have roughly the same seniority in the industry as you do but are nowhere near as brilliant. Another five are real up-and-comers, think of yourself ten years ago. The last five are just out of the best engineering schools in the world, and before you ask: I am well aware of your prejudices and two of the five came from your alma mater. The young ones are for you to teach and mold.

"Your department occupies the south side of the twenty second floor of the municipal building. I want you to get started as soon as you can, especially with going over what your team has done in the past. The department head you are replacing will welcome you aboard. He has been trying his hardest, but he recognizes he is not the man for the job. He also has four good women at home to keep him in the right frame of mind. Lean on him as a lieutenant but you have to be in charge.

"Work your team hard but make sure they play just as hard. We have an environment here which would shock most human resources departments into heart failure. For example, Ms. Kristiansen is sitting on my lap with three of my fingers inside her. In a few moments she will have an orgasm and likely squirt all over my trousers," Hadley's flushed expression and heaving chest attested to the truth of his assertion. "Yet this is just how we do things here. If one of my engineers or scientists is having trouble focusing and thinks what he needs is a good blow job to get him back on track, I want him to have that blow job. In fact, Sybil? If you would be so kind?"

At this his receptionist, who had been standing in the back of the room, rushed over and knelt between his knees. It was difficult for her to find space around Hadley, who was trashing in his lap, but she managed to extract his extremely impressive penis and quickly swallowed his entire length.

He said, "That's better. We are all about results here, Mr. Anson, and I have been fully converted to the mindset of hyper productivity through organization and complete physical contentedness. Encourage your staff to seek out whatever pleasure they can imagine and work them like a rented mule the rest of the time. One moment."

He reached up and pulled Hadley over the arm of the chair he was sitting in which gave Sybil a bit more room to work. He then started furiously fucking Hadley's pussy and ass with two fingers in each hole. Moments later she moaned wordlessly and began convulsing as she squirted all over the back of Sybil's head. As Hadley coated the beautiful receptionist, he began bucking his hips, driving his cock even deeper in her mouth. He groaned loudly and began filling her belly with an impossible amount of cum. His orgasm seemed to last forever but when he finally finished, he bid Hadley to get up. She stood shakily next to him as the receptionist slowly withdrew her boss' cock from her throat and began to stand up. Hadley said, "Missed some."

Sybil said, "I'm so sorry Mr. Sinnsyk!" and dropped to her knees to thoroughly clean his groin.

He said, "No worries my dear. And thank you. That was heavenly. So, Mr. Anson, any questions?"

*****

I walked in a daze back toward the elevators. I knew that part of what I had just witnessed was Sinnsyk peacocking, proving he had hot and cold running pussy available to him around the clock. But, if I could set that aside, I knew firsthand the effectiveness Eva's methods could have. As I climbed into the subway car for the trip out of the volcano, I decided to put aside my new boss' ridiculous display for now. Besides, I had long suspected that a man who constantly tried to pick fights with celebrities and world leaders on social media, while also trying to position himself as the world's smartest man, was a little ... off. I decided instead to focus on the job, which sounded genuinely fascinating. The implications of a sustainable colony off-world sounded even more appealing in the midst of a global pandemic. The human race needed a fallback plan, and if Oskar Sinnsyk thought he could make that happen by building a sex commune for smart people, who was I to say it could not work? After all, the traditional approach of throwing equal amounts of money and uniformed government oversight at space exploration had resulted in the world's space agencies essentially stagnating ever since Armstrong took that one small step.

The sun was almost finished dropping below the volcano when I reached my condo. I pulled out my phone and called Bonnie. She answered on the first ring, "Hey baby! How did it go?"

I said, "Are you with Margrethe?"

She said, "Yeah. We're actually in your condo. I hope you don't mind but we wanted to make sure we didn't miss you."

I said, "I'll be right up."

When I opened the door, I was hit from two directions by 120 kilograms of gorgeous naked women. I kissed them both tenderly before saying, "Have you eaten?"

Margrethe said, "No, my luh ... Zebadiah. We waited for you."

I did not fail to notice her correction, but I left it alone for now. I said, "What if I had eaten with the boss man, or if I had been there for several more hours?"

Margrethe said simply, "We would have waited."

I kissed them both again and said, "Why don't we go out to eat? How's that work if we want to eat in a restaurant instead of the cafeteria? Do we need reservations? Could we even get them this late?"

Bonnie said, "Tell me what kind of food you want, and I'll set it up. I'm sure they'll find a table for you even if they're full. After all, how many people on the island got an audience with Mr. Sinnsyk today?"

I said, "What do you beautiful women like to eat?"

Bonnie said, "I could think of something I'd like to put in my mouth."

Margrethe blushed deeply and said, "Later, be patient. I suggest Scandinavian. It is, not surprisingly, the best food on the island and I would enjoy teaching Zebadiah a little about my culture."

I nodded and Bonnie said, "I'll set it up."

Chapter 12

Dinner was exquisite and I have no idea what we ate beyond lots of small items. I got the impression the chef was preparing a meal specifically for us since we never saw a menu. I told the girls about my history, how I had been a road warrior for more than a decade and had never really had a lasting relationship. They were shocked by this. I assured them I had always intended to settle down, and stay in one place, once I got sick of the road, and that I had decided during the Bolivia gig that the time had come to make the change. Talking about my past led them to share their histories as well.

It was wonderful to watch Margrethe open up some more and talk about her heritage. She was Norwegian by heritage although she had been born in Germany. She moved around a lot when she was young since her father was in the US Army. Her dad's family was from Idaho, but his heritage was British. Her mother was first generation American and hailed from a Scandinavian lineage that seemed to go back to when people thought Odin was a going concern. Her parents had met when her father had been stationed in Norway and they had soon married.

She had gone to nursing school, in part because her mother was a nurse and in part because she knew it guaranteed forever employment. She had enjoyed the work she did in intensive care units as she genuinely felt she was helping to heal people. But when the Plague started, she'd been thrown into the emergency room and had seen more death in two weeks than in her previous twenty-eight years.

Bonnie's family was more typical of the people I had encountered while going to school in the deep south. She had never met her father. Her mother had seven children through at least three fathers. Her mother was still alive but had effectively kicked Bonnie out when the latter graduated high school. Bonnie had put herself through college making money off working for a cam-site, but she was quick to point out she had never had sex on camera or shown her face. She elaborated saying that she had done plenty of nudity but nothing explicit, or as she put it: Playboy, not PornHub. I told her, sincerely, that I admired her for putting herself through school that way. No one had done a damn thing for her, and she did the best with what she could while keeping her dignity intact.

She had gotten work as a flight attendant after realizing the accounting degree she had gotten was good for two things, steady work and being completely fucking bored. She had loved the travel and the flexibility of working for the airline and said she likely would have kept at it for another decade had the world not ended. She finished by saying she had started up on the cam-site again when she got laid off, and that it had been paying the bills but not fulfilling her in any way.

When Bonnie finished her story Margrethe quietly said, "I almost did porn. It was a month ago and I was desperate for money. But in the end, I was too afraid of getting sick, so I did not do it. But I wish I could watch the videos you did, Bonnie. I am certain they were very sexy."

I said, "Maybe you can give us a dramatic re-enactment later. I find both of your stories remarkable, especially how you both made your own way and allowed your integrity to guide you. Now, it looks like we're all done, and I should probably get an early start tomorrow. Shall we retire?"

*****

As we walked through the pleasant early evening, I gave voice to my thoughts. "Where do you two live?"

Margrethe said, "We have both been assigned an efficiency unit in the other building. Most of the families live here. The single people live in the other building."

I said, "I ask because I would like for you both to come home with me tonight."

Margrethe said, "I would very much like that."

Bonnie said, "You just try keeping us out of your bed!"

I said, "I wasn't finished. I would like for you two to come home with me every night. I can't promise I will be home much. I get the impression Sinnsyk wants me to work my ass off on whatever project he's got in mind. I know it's unfair to ask you both to be there for me when I won't always be able to be there for you ..."