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 7

I did as she requested, placing my belongings on the shelf before enduring a misting of disinfectant. I then took a deep breath wondering, not for the first time, what in the hell was wrong with me. It had been less than a day since I had completed the challenge. In that time, I had met Hadley, without question one of the two most intoxicating and alluring women I had ever known. I had also accepted a job offer with a company whose founder and CEO I had frequently referred to as, 'fucking crazy.' To top it all off, I had agreed to be taken to their enclave, despite having no idea where it was or, if I was really honest with myself, if it even existed.

I considered all of this as I stood before the airplane door, wearing nothing but a silly grin. Maybe The Plague had taken me, and I was having a fever dream, laying on the floor of my living room. Maybe all the insane, though undeniably sexy as fuck, things I had done with, and to, Hadley were the result of my brain firing its last neuron before I slipped into oblivion. I shrugged, knowing that whether this was a dream, or my dreams had come true, the only path available to me was forward. I took another deep breath to steel my resolve and knocked on the door. The door rotated open to reveal a very beautiful, very naked blonde woman standing just inside the plane.

She said, "Welcome aboard, Mr. Anson. Is there anything I can get for you before we take off?"

Even after the delightful events of the last day with Hadley, I was unable to form words in the presence of such a spectacular specimen of femininity. I just shook my head dumbly and tried not to stare.

She said, "It will just be the two of us back here for today's flight. Ms. Kristiansen will be busy flying the plane. It is my job to make sure you don't want for

anything

during our journey."

I said, "Thanks. So, is there something I could put on?"

She said, "We have no clothing aboard. It's easier to disinfect skin. Besides, what's the fun in putting clothes on? Don't you like how I look?"

She had a point. She was very tall, at least 180 cm, with long, flowing blonde hair and striking green eyes. She also sported the same tattoo as Hadley, and it was in the same place, a few inches to the left of her perfectly hairless mons. But all of these features are things I honestly noticed later, because right in front of me were the most spectacular breasts I had ever seen. They were at least DD cups and had a rounded fullness that made my cock twitch just glancing at her. She had large, lightly colored areolae and nipples which visibly hardened under my inspection.

Belatedly I said, "Uh ... sure I do ... I mean, of course. You're very beautiful. What's your name?"

She giggled and said, "I'm Bonnie, Mr. Anson. Why don't you go sit down in the back? I'll come join you to make sure you are well taken care of."

I sat on the large comfortable looking couch she indicated. The cabin was small, about 2 meters by 4 meters, although it seemed like it would be larger based on my memory of the exterior. It had a simple design, with a door at the front which presumably led to the cockpit, and a door at the rear which had a sign indicating it led to a lavatory. There was a wet bar against the opposite side of the plane from the door which I had entered through. There was an additional pair of seats in front of the lavatory, but the couch certainly looked more comfortable. On the opposite side of the cabin was what appeared to be an entertainment center.

Bonnie had been busy at the wet bar but as I sat down, she tantalizingly turned to face me and strutted over to where I sat. Each of her steps could have forced puberty onto ten thousand middle schoolers. Her spectacular breasts did more than jiggle, they bounced in two dimensions. Each step caused her breasts to plunge briefly downwards before moving outwards, creating a brief gap before they popped back together which caused aftershocks to ripple across her supple skin. By the time she completed the journey of less than two meters my cock had completed most of its journey to full hardness. She handed me a drink, which I had not asked for. I looked at it and was pleased to discover that it was an Old Fashioned, which was my favorite.

I took a sip as she sat down next to me. I then very nearly did a spit take as she reached out and ran the tip of her index finger down the upper side of my now-fully-erect penis. She moved her finger up to my glans as a bead of pre-cum welled up like a freshly dug well. She put her finger in her mouth and savored my essence as I heard the cabin door open once more. Hadley stepped inside, dressed the same as Bonnie and I were, and smiled warmly at me. She said, "I'll be busy in the cockpit, but I believe Bonnie is capable of attending to your needs, isn't that right?"

Bonnie said, "Of course, Ms. Kristiansen."

Hadley said, "Good girl," before entering the cockpit and latching the door so it would stay open.

Bonnie began slowly stroking my cock as Hadley fired up the engine and began taxiing. If it had been every twenty-four hours earlier, I would have just leaned back and gratefully accepted everything Bonnie was doing. But Hadley had cured my nearly terminal case of lackanookie and I was able to think a bit more clearly, despite how incredible her hand felt on my cock. I also remembered how everything Hadley had done with me was undeniably just business for her. It had felt wonderful, but I knew I would not be happy with another impersonal fuck. I wanted some kind of connection, no matter how much she looked like the girl of my dreams.

I said, "Bonnie, you are a beautiful young woman, and that feels really nice. But why are you being so nice to me? After all, we just met."

She took her hand from my cock like she had been received a shock. She said, "I'm so sorry. I've been stuck in my house, alone, for the last ten months. I used to be a flight attendant, but I got laid off when the airlines all shut down. Last month, I got a call from an unknown number saying they were recruiting for a private company which was running charter flights. I had to go through a long, and

very thorough

interview process. But I got hired two weeks ago and I've been in quarantine ever since. This is my first assignment. I flew here yesterday with Ms. Kristiansen and then I just hung out in the plane all by myself for a whole day. You're the first man I've seen in three dimensions in forever. I know I was being forward but when you started to get hard while you looked at my tits, I got really wet. I just keep thinking about your pretty penis and how yummy it looks, and how much I want it inside of me. But I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable."

She started to get up and I said, "Don't go.

I'm

sorry. I know just what you're going through. Before Hadley showed up at my house yesterday, I hadn't seen anyone in the flesh in more than a year." I put my arm around her and pulled her into an embrace as Hadley rotated off the runway and we climbed into the crisp cloudless air above the Rocky Mountains.

Bonnie said, "Can you just hold me like this for a while? If feels so good to be held again."

"Of course. For as long as you like."

She had an arm wrapped around my midsection as I held her close. I was distinctly aware of her nakedness, and mine. My erection was still jutting embarrassingly from my lap, unaware that it was sending the wrong message as I tried to comfort Bonnie. She trailed her fingertips down my stomach, stopping at my pubic hair to lightly tease me by circling the base of my shaft without making contact.

She breathily said, "Can I please touch it?"

I reached down to pull her chin up so I could lean down to kiss her. She moaned hungrily into my mouth, eagerly seeking entry with her tongue as she wrapped her hand around my cock and began stroking my energetically. I reached for her breathtaking breasts, caressing them and worshiping their impossible fullness.

I broke the kiss and encouraged her to lay back on the couch so I could sample her tits with my mouth. She gasped, "Oh my God! Yes!" as I pulled her nipple into my mouth and teased her with my teeth. I trailed my fingertips down to the junction of her thighs where I found that she had undersold how wet she was. Her pussy seemed to suck my fingers inside her soaked opening as she wrapped her arms around me and smashed my face into her heavenly chest. I raised my glistening fingers to my mouth, eager to taste her essence. It was intoxicating. I was eager to sample the source.

I trailed kisses down her body until I was situated between her thighs. I reached out and lightly flicked the hood concealing her clit, encouraging it to come out and play before I moved lower and plunged my tongue into her opening. Bonnie threw her head back and moaned, "Please don't stop." I continued thrusting my tongue into her opening as I held her amazing ass cheeks in both hands. It seemed as though she was getting even wetter, and her breathing was growing quicker. I licked up the length of her labia to her clit and delicately sucked it between my lips, flicking it with my tongue. She said, "You're going to make me cum!" so I slid two fingers into her inner wetness and sought out her g-spot. As soon as I located it, she screamed, "YES!" and snapped her knees together, trapping my face against her pretty pussy. Her delicious essence coated my face and beard, and her body convulsed. I continued to gently massage her g-spot and lick her clit through her orgasm until I felt her push on my forehead. I climbed up on the couch next to her and took her into my arms. She kissed me deeply and she massaged my face. She said, "Mr. Anson, that was incredible."

I said, "I think we're past formalities at this point. Please call me Zeb."

She smiled and kissed me again before saying, "Zeb, please make love to me?"

I nodded and kissed her once more before she pushed me back against the couch and swung around to straddle me. She lined me up with her entrance and then sunk down firmly onto me, taking my length in a single stroke. I wrapped my arms around her, taking hold of her ass as she leaned down to kiss me. Our tongues intertwined as she slowly rocked her hips. My cock was barely moving within her, but it felt exquisite. Her inner walls rippled along my length begging for me to fill her womb. Our kiss continued as she stroked my chest, and I massaged her delightful derriere. The moment was so tender, so intimate, that I knew I would only last moments more. I broke the kiss and said, "My dear ... you're going to make me cum."

She whispered, "Cum inside me," and increased her pace as she kissed me once more. I could not hold out anymore, so I honored the lady's request and began filling her womb with my seed. She immediately joined me in orgasm. We held each other tightly as we moaned in unison. Her inner walls luxuriously milking every drop from my manhood. As our mutual spasms of pleasure subsided, I felt a pool of our shared juices in my lap. I kissed Bonnie again and said, "Thank you my dear. That was magnificent."

She slid off my lap and seductively moved down my body until she was in licking distance of my still erect cock. She delicately took the head of my cock into her mouth, swirling her tongue around my glans as she enjoyed our mingled juices. She followed this up by running her tongue down the length of my shaft, bathing me in her saliva, before she reached my base. Here she alluringly licked up our shared essence, maintaining eye contact with me and she drank down every drop. When she was satisfied that she had gotten it all, she stood up and said, "I think I'm going to visit the little girl's room. I wouldn't want to leak your delicious cum all over this pretty new plane."

As I looked around the cabin, I noticed that it was much darker outside than I would have expected. I said, "How high are we?"

She said, "I don't know," as she headed aft to the lavatory.

I headed forward to the cockpit, knocking on the door jamb to get Hadley's attention. She said, "Sounds like Bonnie is taking good care of you back there."

I chuckled and said, "Mind if I join you?"

She indicated the empty co-pilot seat, and I sat down. I could not believe the sight before me. The sky around us was completely dark but I could tell the ocean below us was in daylight. Looking straight ahead I could also clearly see the curvature of the Earth. Then I realized that we had only been in the air for an hour, and we were over water. I said, "What kind of plane is this?"

She said, "Sinnsyk Industries planes aren't like regular planes. They go much higher and much faster. We're currently traveling at 3500 knots, and our altitude is thirty thousand meters. We should be at our destination in about two and a half hours."

I did some quick mental math, "That's five times the speed of sound! How in the hell do they make a small private plane do that? That's fifty percent faster than the SR 71!"

She said, "Zeb, this is just the tip of the iceberg for all the amazing things you'll see today. I suggest you just relax and enjoy the ride."

Chapter 8

I left Hadley alone in the cockpit to complete the flight, as she was being less than loquacious. I joined Bonnie once more in the rear of the plane where we cuddled together on the couch and watched a spy movie from my youth, the one where the hero bedded a bunch of different women while somehow bumbling into saving the world. Bonnie had never seen it before and the stream of questions she asked about the hero's baffling decisions and promiscuousness was more entertaining than the movie.

She was very pleasant to be around, apart from her beauty and her nakedness. She had a ready smile and was quick to laugh. She was also very anxious to please. After my third cocktail I had to ask her to stop getting me a new one every time I got close to finishing my current drink. When I jokingly asked her if this flight had meal service she jumped up and prepared a delicious pastrami on rye to go with a surprisingly good coleslaw.

As the movie ended, I felt the plane start to descend and assumed we were nearing the end of our flight. I excused myself from Bonnie and went back to the cockpit to watch the landing. I could not tell how high we were, but it was definitely getting brighter. One concerning thing I noticed is that I could not see anything but water out of the cockpit windows.

I said, "Can you tell me where we're going yet?"

She said, "Sure, it's called Île Amsterdam. And now you know exactly as much as you did before."

"Well, I assume we've been flying west since, according to the sun, it looks to be earlier than when we left. That means we're somewhere over the Indian Ocean since we've traveled about twenty-two thousand kilometers based on the speed you gave."

She said, "Very good. What else did you figure out?"

"I'm not sure. I don't know what's in the giant empty ellipse created by Australia, Asia, Africa and Antarctica. According to what I can remember its basically empty."

She said, "How about we play a game. If you can spot the island we're heading toward before I put the landing gear down, I'll grant you a wish when we land."

I grinned and said, "Deal!" and began scanning the instruments in front of me. I knew staring out the windows would not help since planes rarely did a straight in landing. I began looking for some kind of indicator, but this plane was missing the normal sea of dials and gauges normally found in planes. In their place was a touch screen which was easily 50 by 75 centimeters. The display currently showed a large array of figures, most of which were decreasing. I reached toward it while looking to Hadley, giving her a chance to tell me to leave it alone. She just smiled and arched an eyebrow. I tapped the menu icon in the corner and quickly lost myself in a maze of menus while I learned the system's organizational methodology. Soon I had found the navigation system, which indicated that we were on autopilot and headed towards a destination 120 kilometers to the south-west. The system even showed our course to the destination featuring a long slow bend to the left with a sharply decreasing radius turn to the left right before landing. I oriented myself to the map and figured I should look out of the window in front of Brook to spot our destination. I pointed and said, "There!" six seconds before she lowered the landing gear.

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The island was a small, unremarkable volcanic island in the middle of the endless void of the Indian Ocean. The caldera of the presumably dormant volcano seemed to rise nearly a kilometer out of ocean. The runway was near the water along the eastern shore. There were several large buildings between the runway and the volcano, each at least thirty stories. I could also see large areas between the buildings and the runway which had been developed. The island looked quite similar to several small Caribbean islands where I had vacationed, the main difference being that we were, near as I could tell, at least three thousand kilometers from any continent.

As we landed, I noticed several jets packed at the end of the runway. All but one was the same size as the plane I was currently on, the last was roughly three times the size. There were none of the traditional trappings of an airport present: no tower, no terminal; no buzzing hive of activity. There was just a single small sedan with a woman leaning against the fender. As we came to a stop she stood up and walked over to the plane's doorway. Bonnie opened the door to the plane and the mystery woman stepped inside. She was dressed the same way Hadley had been when she knocked at my door just twenty-four hours earlier. Her features were obscured but she clearly had a voluptuous body. I was starting to get the impression that whoever ran this place had a type. She looked me over, reminding me that I was still quite naked, and said, "Please follow me Mr. Anson. I'll take you to quarantine."

I turned to Hadley, who was emerging from the cockpit, and said, "What about my wish?"

She chuckled and said, "What would you like?"

I said, "I assume we all have to go through quarantine. Why don't you and Bonnie join me? We can do quarantine together."

She said, "Unfortunately, I have other pressing duties I must attend to but I'm sure Bonnie would be happy to join you, wouldn't you?" The last was directed at Bonnie who nodded enthusiastically.

Bonnie and I followed the helmeted woman, who had not identified herself, to the sedan and were soon speeding away from the runway. As we drove, Bonnie pointed out various attractions including the pool and multiple playgrounds. She also explained that the building we were heading toward was, in essence, the municipal building. It contained the school, the hospital, the daycare, the restaurants, and the movie theater. It also contained all the Sinnsyk Industries offices. The other two buildings contained all the living accommodations. As we drove, I saw the most amazing sight yet: families walking with their children from the two residential buildings toward the municipal building. None of them were wearing masks or social distancing. Children from differing families meeting up with friends, hugging and holding hands as though there was not a Plague rampaging across the globe.