The Central Mountains Republic, part 22
by Joe Rathbone
BACK TO PY NAE KOT SUNN IS GIVEN A REAL JOB
        NATIVE AMERICANS ARRIVE BY PLANE-LOADS

When Sunn came home to Py Nae Kot's and his apartment, Py Nae Kot
was not there. Sunn had no way of knowing where the busy Lady of
the Central Mountains Republic Federal Government might be.

His butt still stung from Beverly's slap. Looking in a mirror,
indeed, a fuzzy red imprint of a hand was there on his buns and
quite obvious. No wonder, thought Sunn to himself, he heard
snickering, mostly from Women's voices, from behind him every so
often during his walk home.

His butt stung so, he could not sit down comfortably. He ate a
brunch while standing.



That evening, Py Nae Kot finally came home, dressed in a close-
fitting, red, long, split skirt and blouse, and sporting her
bouffant hair style. When Py Nae Kot saw Sunn there, dressed in
his white thong bikini, she broke into a cheerful grin and just
about crushed Sunn's ribs with a tight squeeze!

Needless to say, off came that long, split skirt, leaving Py Nae
Kot totally nude, with vagina lips filling with juice! An hour and
a half of hot sex and roaring orgasms later found Sunn and Py Nae
Kot panting, exhausted-tired. Py Nae Kot's bouffant, always
demanding adjustments, was again disheveled. But warm Love pervaded
them as they fell asleep, initially in embrace with Sunn's penis
still deep in Py Nae Kot!

As usual, in the morning, a burning, aching vagina ordered Py Nae
Kot to rape Sunn mercilessly.

A shower, then "repairs" on her bouffant, and then Sunn and nude
Py Nae Kot had much to talk about over breakfast.
Among other things, Py Nae Kot pointed out, "You see, after our hot
night of sex, indeed it seems these Mountain Race People are right,
variety of sex partners keeps the spice in! You ARE my favorite
squeeze and this way, you REMAIN my favorite squeeze!"

Py Nae Kot, sitting next to Sunn, gave him a great long, loving
hug, expressing a true love, the type of love that comes from a
much higher source than just one's genitals! Sunn returned the love
of which GOD is the source, expressing by several minutes... maybe
an hour... of just clinging in each other's arms! No sex, no
talking... just LOVE!

An entire day, night, and next day's morning and finally, Py Nae
Kot noticed something while Sunn had his back turned.
As usual, Py Nae Kot's eyes traced outlines around her sexy mate's
body. But her ogling eyes caught sight of a additional feature on
his butt...
"WOW! I see you've been marked!" Py Nae Kot said, "BEVERLY'S hand,
no doubt! I guess I better give you up when she demands you! Hah-
hah-hah!"
"Oh! You see that!? Is it still there?"
Sunn examined his bare buns in a mirror. Beverly's hand-mark was
still there; faded some maybe, but still saying, "He's partly
MINE!"
Half Beverly's hand showed on one bun, with the other half of her
hand on his other bun. The imprint was divided by a slender, white
strip of "anal-floss", the rear of Sunn's thong bikini that ran
down between Sunn's butt's cleavage.
"She sure is possessive!" Sunn commented. "But you seem to be
familiar with that... that... marking... or whatever. Is that what
these people, the Women that is, do?"
"Yes!" replied Py Nae Kot, grinning impishly, "A Woman will
sometimes mark a Man in such a way. Sometimes they go further,
forcing him to tattoo his skin, almost like a brand. The Government
officially frowns on this ancient habit, but they let it go due to
their policy of not passing laws regarding peoples' behavior. So
the custom persists! Maybe I'LL mark YOU... with a TATTOO!"
"Boy!" commented Sunn, "This is what it boils down to... I left a
Man's World... and entered a WOMAN'S World! That's all there is to
it!"
"YEP!"



                      SUNN IS PUT TO WORK!

Before continueing, let's pause just a minute to examine a job that
Sunn, who really has had it easy so far, was DRAFTED into!

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What should come a couple weeks later, but none other than a plane
load of Native Americans from Seattle, U.S.A. of the past era!
That's right, after all that has been going on, you readers
probably forgot, Py Nae Kot's Parents had returned to the past era
and Seattle, U.S.A., to try to spread the news to other Native
Americans. A rugged jet with a fuselage of pure duralmite and
flight computers aiding navigation flew them through the time-
portal.

The news of this new land was met with understandable skepticism.
But some Native Americans of Py Nae Kot's neighborhood decided they
would try it. They traveled by ordinary air carrier from Seattle,
Washington to Orlando, Florida. Then they traveled by bus to a
secret, remote air field. From there, a jet from 69,000,000 years
in the future takes them out over the Atlantic towards Bermuda
where the time portal is encountered. When those people saw that
indeed, there was a strange new world, and it welcomed the Native
Americans with open arms, a few of them decided to go back with Py
Nae Kot's Parents to reinforce what they were saying about the new
world.

They worked on Py Nae Kot's immediate neighborhood first. Later,
they began informing other Native American Tribes. One might wonder
if the intention is to bring every single Native American to the
Central Mountains Republic, but the answer is no. First of all, it
appears to be a thing with the extreme North-West American tribes
only. But basically, the intent is to inform, to let Native
Americans know this new land is available, if they so desire to go
for it.

It is not for everybody! As you have seen, free sex runs un-
checked in the Central Mountains Republic, both among the
apparently original T-2K Race as well as the so called Beta Race
who USED TO BE Native Americans, or descended from them at least,
some 3500 years ago.

Big, heavily muscled, hard women are certainly not in all men's
tastes as neither are their aggressive, assertive natures. And
certainly the wearing of g-strings and thongs, although practiced
by all ages in the Central Mountains Republic, is mostly a young
person's thing in U.S.A., if even then.

Also, don't forget, a prerequisite to wearing g-strings and thongs
is a nice body. All but the very very oldest in the Central
Mountains Republic have nice bodies thanks to genetic engineering
and their use of the pedal-car as their staple of transportation.
And Py Nae Kot and Sunn happen to have nice bodies just by chance
of their own genetics and their body building efforts along with
cycle-commuting.

However, many of the Native Americans, just like any other
Americans, are over-weight and out of shape, so would not look
right in thongs or g's. And many just plain do not want to leave
home, or in some cases, their ancestral lands.

But there were many who DID want to come, and come they did! Over
the next month, more flights were done, and the "immigrants'"
numbers began to swell. They needed someone to aid in settling,
learning customs, and in some cases exercising and weight training
so they could dress in the native garb! And who better for the job
than Sunn!? With all his travels, explorations and experiences over
the past few months plus the fact he COMES FROM the same place as
the new-comers, makes him the natural choice.

So far, Sunn's duties actually have been light. Py Nae Kot's
telling him to go out, experience things and meet people then
report on it is really just an invitation to have a good time,
which basically, he has done. Oh sure, he spent a LITTLE time
compiling illustrated reports, only for Py Nae Kot's use. 

So Sunn was available to be put to work. Apparently, various
government projects, attending decision making meetings, and
actually functioning as an appointed Officer of the Federal
Government herself made Py Nae Kot very busy. So in late September,
the unanimous decision was made to appoint Sunn to be Relocation
Officer. He would be the guide for the new arrivals from the
U.S.A.'s North West Native American tribes. He would help them
adjust to the radically different world of Central Mountains
Republic's era and culture! He would also advise the government on
what is needed to assist in resettlement.

Sunn readily took to the position competently and enthusiastically.
One of the first things Sunn did is advise on the construction of
a village on the out-skirts of the Central Capital, including a
school for the children that were accompanying the immigrants. He
modeled that idea from history, 3500 years ago.

The next thing were gyms and instructors for getting some of those
bodies in shape. The cold season was coming. Starting about
December, even the cold-resistant Mountain Race people finally wear
more clothes when out. So the new-comers essentially had all winter
to shape up!

Sunn called in Professional Chefs to assist the new-comers in
learning how to prepare meals based entirely on vegetables, as
there was absolutely NO MEAT, ANYWHERE.

Sunn called in other specialists and even Vocational and University
Instructors where necessary to assist in possible training for
jobs. Short lessons in the history of the Central Mountains
Republic, and in their society were taught. There, they were
introduced gently to the fact that free sex rules the day in the
Central Mountains Republic.

Sunn's position of Resettlement Officer kept him very busy, for
plane load after plane load of Native Americans kept coming in all
the rest of the Autumn, all Winter, and during the Spring.

By about April, there were several thousand in the neat little
neighborhood of pre-fab houses called New America! Sunn came up
with another nice idea to solve the problem of those who just could
not shape up enough to wear the skimpy warm weather attire of the
Natives; a TV, Radio, printed and on-line newspaper educational
campaign to inform the People of the Central Capital about the new-
comers and to accept their foreign manner of dress, and social
habits. This was a big help, as the return of warmer (?) weather,
like highs of upper 40's and mid 50's, prompted the Natives to
return to their thongs and g-strings.

Meanwhile, back in the U.S.A. of the past era, non-Native Americans
in and around Seattle were beginning to notice something was a-
foot among the Native American population. Among other things, a
marked decrease in population. A full three quarters of Py Nae
Kot's and Sunn's neighborhood was empty, along with feverish,
secretive activities of Native Americans in other neighborhoods
and reservations. Not quite to the attention of officials yet, a
lot of people, like Refuse Collectors, Mail Carriers, UPS Drivers,
and telephone and electic-power Line-Men were noticing something
going on.

And UFOs were being reported, a little more often than usual, over
the area of the Atlantic Ocean south of Bermuda, which IS within
the Bermuda Triangle. The jet used to bring the Native Americans
through the time-portal has a specially treated surface plus radar-
jamming electronics that causes fuzzy, erratic blips on any radar.
Radar observations note the blips come and go, sometimes splitting
into dozens of others, and other times just plain fuzzy.

However, nobody is even close to making the connection between the
two sets of events separated by nearly 4000 miles.

In May, Py Nae Kot's parents arrived to the Central Mountains
Republic for a final time, as others were taking their place in
informing Native Americans of the new land. With three-quarters of
the old neighborhood, and just about all of their relatives and
friends and especially their daughter, Py Nae Kot, living in the
new land now, they decided their life TOO, was here. Py Nae Kot was
by now 100 percent converted to Mountain Race, and without the aid
of genetic engineering yet! So her Parents settled in the town of
New America, Central Mountains Republic. They assisted Sunn in his
resettlement activities.

Py Nae Kot and Sunn continued living in the apartment in the midst
of Central Capital's down-town. They were used to it and found it
nice and enjoyable. Sunn was so busy, he had much less time for
socializing. Py Nae Kot of course continued to be Sunn's True Love,
but an occasional genital to genital meeting with Beverly provided
that all important variety the Mountain Race people speak of.

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