Storiesonline.net ------- The Academy by Thinking Horndog Copyright© 2009 by Thinking Horndog ------- Description: The Governor of the colony of Nuevo Angelino recognizes that the ad-hoc educational system in use in his colony isn't producing sponsors -- so he sends a team to Earth to collect some professional educators with a Confederacy perspective. This results in a new and unusual kind of pickup. Prepare to see it through the eyes of a couple of dozen of the participants... Codes: MF mf Mf mF FF ff Ff MM Mult cons rom non-con reluc rape coer hypno slave gay bi het tg herm ScFi space cuckold inc mother son bro sis fath dau D/S Mdom Fdom rough BD lght humil tort snuff harem poly interr 1st oral anal mastrb pett toys ws enem preg creampie voy BBW mod teach BBr Mil ------- ------- Author's Foreword: This tale is written as a series of first-person narratives by the characters involved -- something none too easy, as it turns out. As a result, a scene may be revisited -- more than once -- each time from the perspective of the individual involved, reflecting how he or she felt about things and what was important -- or unimportant -- to him (or her). You may find this repetitious in places, but I hope you enjoy the variety of responses of the individuals involved -- that was the intent. ------- Chapter 1 Jack: Earth. Frankly, I never thought I'd see the home world again. I got extracted in Year Three of the Diaspora in a classic pickup from a fast food restaurant and transported in a thousand-pod transport to the new colony of Nuevo Angelino, along with a shitload of other Californians (and Mexicans and transplants from a whole lot of other places doing the whole migration to the Land of Opportunity thing). Well, Nuevo Angelino was undoubtedly going to be a better opportunity than anything available in East L. A. after the Swarm hit, so I was more than pleased. Nuevo Angelino was to be a huge naval base and shipyard. We got what I was given to understand later was a somewhat different start than other colonies, as the Governor, COL Sharpe, wasn't satisfied that we had the asset base that would make us successful. One of the first things he did -- while we were still in transit -- was to collect employment histories for every concubine. COL Sharpe liked to come out with old aphorisms like, "Idle hands are the Devil's playground," -- and be more or less serious about it. His basic platform was that we had a lot of sponsor bodies, but without the support structure -- butchers, bakers, and candlestick makers -- we were going to have a huge bleed-off from our efforts. Concubines sitting at home on their thumbs were a waste of assets. Therefore, he wanted 50% of the concubines employed in colony support at any given point in time. I had two concubines -- and first Tina, then Dottie entered the workforce in rotation, Tina going first as Dottie was the first pregnant. Were they super-helpful to anyone? Maybe not. Tina, in particular, was 'the lunch girl' at the transporter station that ported the workforce to the orbital shipyards. But you could argue the point (and the Support Directorate chickie -- also a concubine -- who requested her for that job did) that if the workforce didn't have to port down to grab their lunch, there was more time for them to work. Groundside jobs tended to go to the Support Directorate -- which was a fancy name for concubines and a few Civil Service overseers. Anyway, a few months back things switched up and Dottie was doing the working Mom thing as shift supervisor at a distribution center and Tina, who was now about six months preggers, was home trying to get a handle on motherhood by watching Jack Jr. when he wasn't at the local crèche -- a day care for a half-dozen or so families run by a concubine next door who has good nurturing skills. 'Families' is the proper term. Despite horror stories about concubines being recycled into meatloaf at the snack bar and various 'you can kill 'em as long as you don't make a mess' lectures, the bottom line was that concubines are SUPPOSED to be your good right arm -- and need to be treated as such. There are plenty of ways to handle personality conflicts between yourself and your concubine short of turning her into glop -- you can get glop anywhere. You can paddle her ass or whatever, or if she bitches, you can pop over to Medical and shut down her vocal cords for a while. If the whole thing just isn't flying, you can trade her to someone else or for a Civil Service wench who knows a good thing when she sees one. Governor Sharpe put his foot down over excesses early on and it was a good thing, in my opinion. Oh, sure, you can still kill a concubine if you have to, but the review board is going to go into the meeting with a bad attitude; the whole, 'You can't shoot a dog but you can shoot a concubine' thing just didn't make sense... Bottom line, abusing the mother of your children is counter-productive for domestic tranquility -- and I'm a big believer in domestic tranquility. Just about everyone I know is in total agreement with me, too... I seem to have drifted, some ... Earth. I'd been away a bit over two years; doing something mundane like standing in a supermarket checkout line was sort of surreal, but I was there undercover while we conducted some negotiations -- um, yeah, more about that later. The point was, I was living in a hotel room and I needed supplies to take me through the next few days -- not to mention a pack of strawberry Twizzlers and some other luxuries to take back home for replication purposes. Replicator technology had removed some links in the economic food chain, but supermarkets were still distribution centers for a whole lot of things, since on Earth there still wasn't a replicator in every home -- and there wouldn't be, before all Hell broke loose. So I was standing there, waving my debit card while the chickie at the checkout waved things over the scanner and some girl wandered over to bag things for me... Real tits sag. Real women who have had real kids have had their breasts swell up and then shrink back -- and that means they don't stick out, unsupported, like gun turrets. Lots of real women come to that point purely through weight gain and loss without going through pregnancy -- but a mother is CERTAINLY going to have some droop to her bust... Now, I know you're asking yourself, 'What the fuck... ?' so I'm going to explain myself, here. You see, the average concubine's tits do NOT droop; through the miracles of Confederacy medicine, a young woman can have fine, puffy, high-riding breasts of just about any shape and size her back will allow her to carry -- and THAT, too, is adjustable. The vast majority of concubines, fourteen or forty four, tend to look like they're somewhere between eighteen and twenty five -- and belong on the cover of a fashion magazine. Pregnancy changes this not a whit -- although it tends to make the poor things look incredibly ungainly while they push around that basketball under their navel -- because as soon as they deliver, nannites start putting them back into the unspoiled, virginal shape they started out with. Now, in general, this isn't the fault of the concubine; sponsors drive it, and they're looking for the ideal woman when they do it. And we're all naughty little boys and tend to have oddly similar concepts of feminine perfection -- driven largely by the media, in most cases. So there are a lot of blonde concubines out there with breastworks that don't sag a millimeter and killer legs all the way to their asses and, well, you get the picture... So this sweet thing bends over in front of me to bag my stuff and I end up looking down her tank top at a pair of hooters that are definitely being squashed a bit but are hanging and displaying a deep, soft cleavage -- and I'm all over it, moving here and there so I can track that canyon as it sweeps back and forth... Well, she catches me and turns a bit pink and turns a bit to the side to rob me of my view -- and I'm standing there wondering exactly WHY I want to climb over the counter so I can reposition... The checkout chickie is amused; I'm making a total ass of myself for what is clearly no good reason. I get a grip and start the payment transaction and Sweet Thing says to the checkout chickie, "Frieda, can I thut down theven? I need to clean it..." -- and I get this MAJOR boner! She LISPS, for God's sake! I take a good look at her face; she's wearing braces and her upper lip laps over her lower because she doesn't have much in the way of a chin. She has thick, bushy, dark, reddish hair pulled back from a wide forehead into a bushy mass at the back of her head that releases springy little wispies at her neck. Her face is very pale (and a bit pink at the moment, under my startled gaze) and dusted with freckles. Thick, bushy eyebrows almost meet above muddy hazel eyes that hide behind the frames of the glasses that sit on her nose -- which is unfortunately short enough that turning up at the tip makes it a bit hoglike... I gather myself and circle around to the bagging area to collect my purchases; Sweet Thing goes around behind the counter next to Checkout Chickie and starts digging under the counter, saying, "I need the cleaner..." And Checkout Chickie stands there watching me as my eyeballs trace the three inch strip of pale skin that appears above the three inch strip of flowered cotton panties that appears above the top of Sweet Thing's jeans as she bends over... Now, the ass in question here was, jeez, twenty-four inches wide if it was a millimeter. Tina could almost have been standing there twice! But I'm ogling it and taking in the little translucent hairs that appear here and there in an expanse so pale you can see the blue of the capillaries under it... So, to recap, ten days ago before I left home, I got a blowjob from a narrow blonde supermodel (well, she's a bit misshapen from being six months along, but the basics are still there), then fucked a curvy brunette goddess -- both of whom belonged to me and me alone. In transit, I'd fucked two or three similarly stunning specimens placed on board the transport for our entertainment by the Civil Service -- but I was making a total ass of myself over a big-assed, slack-tittied, chunky, brainless looking piece in blue jeans and a tank top under an open jean shirt! Sober reflection on the matter over the course of several days has led me to understand that, to me, Sweet Thing was exotic. To the normal North American male resident of Earth, she was a commodity, and better could be found just about anywhere you cared to look -- Checkout Chickie wasn't totally hot by any means, but she had Sweet Thing beat -- but I had been looking at carbon-copy 'ideal women' for a couple of years, and her pear shape was something I'd developed a hunger for ... At the time, though, I couldn't explain it for the life of me! Sweet Thing backed out from under the counter to find me where I shouldn't be, between that counter and the next, hovering over her so I could watch that strip of bare skin at the saddle of her back pass by as she backed. She looked at me, startled, then looked at Checkout Chickie, who was grinning, and blushed furiously. I stood there, invading her personal space as she slowly shifted to the vertical -- and my mouth said, "Hey, uh, you wouldn't want to go out or anything... ?" I don't know who was more surprised -- Sweet Thing, Checkout Chickie -- or me! "I don't think so," she husked. Reality intruded. I'd done the rejection thing many, many times -- or it seemed that way, anyway. Jack Version 2.0 looked twenty three rather than thirty six, had a bit more hair, whiter and straighter teeth and a bit more chin, but that didn't mean I should have expected much. Oh, I'm more muscular -- but I'm Navy, not a Marine, so I didn't look like the Incredible Hulk. Similarly, I hadn't had my cock up-sized to the length and girth of a Tall Boy (a sixteen ounce beer can); it seemed stupid to then have to alter my women so the damned thing fit them anywhere. I'd been packing a decent eight inches to start with, so I opted to have the thing's recharge time reduced, added a touch of girth, and left it at that. Dottie would describe me as 'boyishly handsome' when she was flirting with me, trying to wheedle me out of something -- but that didn't mean I believed it. Without the cachet of 'sponsorship, ' I was no more in demand than Sweet Thing... "Uh, yeah, sorry -- I got carried away," I stammered, and grabbed my four bags of goodies, tucked my head, and slithered toward the door. The team AI pinged me with, "Are those the selection parameters for the new concubine you are collecting, Jack Harper?" Some AIs don't seem to have any sense of humor, but I fancied that this one had been after me ever since I told it, "Call me 'Jack'." It had responded exactly the way Mrs. Ratzenburger, my fourth grade teacher had, "But your records indicate that your name is John..." Mrs. Ratzenburger had eyed me over her half-glasses and added, "Therefore, you are 'John'," as if that ended the matter. I'd responded to THAT as I always do -- and as I'd responded to the AI twenty-four years later -- "Nobody calls me 'John'." Mrs. Ratzenburger had attempted to press home a victory -- but I refused to respond when she called upon 'John' and eventually, she relented; the AI and I had a short discussion about the relationship between the names John and Jack. I figured it was needling me; surely it knew such things. This time, I growled under my breath at it... "Mithter..." there was a pluck at my sleeve. I turned and Sweet Thing held out a wad of register coupons -- clearly more than I would have earned. "You forgot theeth... !" I blinked and accepted them, muttering, "Thank you." "I was thurprithed..." she murmured, then eyed me sidelong. "Where would we go if I thead yeth?" 'Some where I could fuck your brains out!' my brain screamed. Fortunately, my mouth said, "Dinner? A movie? What's your name?" "Beth." Later, I was to learn that it was actually Elizabeth -- Elizabeth Hopkins. Ironically, she'd been stuck with a name she couldn't pronounce. "I, um, get off at theven-thirty," she announced coyly. I looked up; Checkout Chickie was watching us fixedly -- and had probably been the source of the coupon gambit. Seven-thirty was a half-hour away, and I had nothing in my clutch of groceries that required special handling. "I'll wait at the coffee shop next door." "Okay!" She bounced a little and I thought she was going to clap, then she bustled off, that ass of hers rocking and rolling. Checkout Chickie was grinning from ear to ear. I grinned back and hit the door. ------- Beth: I don't know how it happened; it was like those magazine people just suddenly showed up at the door with the big check and the balloons and TV cameras and stuff! I got up and went in to do my shift as usual -- and everything changed... I'm nothing special -- well, maybe for a small elephant or something. I've got a lot of problems when it comes to trying to look hot -- too many, actually, and that's BEFORE I have to open my mouth! I have what some people call an underslung jaw -- and not only does it make me look TOTALLY chinless, I don't have room in it for all the teeth that want to be there and it messed up the upper teeth because they moved around, trying to match ... And I lisp. Maybe it's the mess in my mouth and maybe it isn't, but I talk funny. Not funny 'ha ha' even though I get laughed at a lot -- it's more funny 'weird' -- and guys stay away... As for the rest of me, it's 'Yuck!' more or less. I got boobies when I was eleven and they puffed up really big and got me attention despite everything else for about a year, then they went droopy while everyone else's came in nice and firm. But my ass kept growing -- and growing -- and growing ... I'm like a size eighteen now and it's mostly butt ... There aren't tons of juddering flab -- I don't have chicken wings under my arms or anything and my belly is poochy but doesn't run to rolls ... I'm not carrying a fat innertube on my hips, even, but my ass looks like two basketballs stuffed in a gunnysack! Well, maybe soccer balls... What else? Let's see ... I have bushy eyebrows that threaten to be a unibrow and make me look even more like a Neanderthal and I have coarse, muddy auburn hair that's a major fight to get to do anything, so I usually pull it back in a scrunchy or control it with combs -- all I need is streaks to look like the Bride of Frankenstein! I'm not stupid, but I'm not what Papa used to call 'the brightest bulb in the circuit.' College seemed a waste; there had to be cheaper ways to hunt guys, and besides, I'm the oldest of four in my family; Papa couldn't afford to give me a free ride. So I got a job at the local grocery store... The lisp causes a lot of people to think I'm mentally challenged, like the bag boys who have Down Syndrome -- but it's just my mouth. Still, it took me a year and a half to get a checkout, while a half dozen REAL ditzes came and went. Frieda, the shift leader, stuck up for me and management finally realized that I wasn't a charity case after all. It was just another fight -- one I won, more or less... Anyway ... That day, I went on shift at eleven-thirty. Things went back and forth, from lines three deep to nothing at all. I bounced around, but was mostly on register seven, and Frieda was on eight. It got slow around six-thirty and I started thinking about shutting seven down -- then some woman came through and dumped hamburger on the belt all tilted and got beef blood on it and that pretty much made up my mind for me. I shut off the light, but I still had to get permission and I still had to clean it up, so I went over to where Frieda was checking out some dude and started bagging his stuff. It was all bachelor stuff -- you know, shaving soap and junk food and soda and candy -- no real cooking food. I looked up to see what he looked like and he was decent -- short brown hair, nice teeth, strong jaw, nice build ... He was ALSO looking down my blouse! I turned a bit to my right, embarrassed, to get his eyeballs out of there, wondering why my saggy boobs had generated that much interest and he moved on to swiping his debit card. I glanced up at Frieda and said, "Frieda, can I shut down seven? I need to clean it..." Okay, it was REALLY, "Frieda, can I thut down theven? I need to clean it...", but the first one is what I meant ... Anyway, the guy's head snaps around and he gets the strangest look on his face! Now, I've had every kind of reaction in the world to my little problem -- except maybe this one. I caught it and looked away, prepared to ignore the whole thing; instead, I moved in to dig under Frieda's counter so I could clean up that beef blood, saying, "I need the cleaner..." I dig around and get the spray bottle and the paper towels and Frieda isn't moving as I straighten up -- AND THAT GUY is like RIGHT THERE next to me! So I look up at him, mildly freaked, and he goes, "Hey, uh, you wouldn't want to go out or anything... ?" So I'm looking at him and I think my brain shut down totally, and I sprouted chicken feathers and mumbled, "I don't think so..." The guy looked like I hit him! Then he stammers, "Uh, yeah, sorry -- I got carried away," and he wanders off... Frieda jumped on me with both feet! "Beth!" she hissed, "When is the last time a hot guy asked you out? I don't know what it was exactly, but he was INTO you -- and you just blew him off..." "I freaked!" I defended myself. "I didn't know what to say..." "Well you fucked it up!" Frieda snorted. "Here..." She reeled off a handful of register coupons. "Chase him down with these..." The next thing I know I'm tugging his sleeve, going, "Mister, you forgot these!" The guy turns around and blinks at the coupons, and I realize that he's not dumb enough to think he EARNED all that crap -- which means I'm exposed -- but what ELSE was I to do? He took them and said "Thank you," kind of distractedly, and then he stood there, waiting... I tucked my head and mumbled, "I was surprised..." I plucked up my nerve and followed up with, "Where would we go if I said yes?" He got all hot-eyed -- but he said, "Dinner? A movie? What's your name?" I don't think that was what he was thinking, but I wasn't giving up at THIS point! There was always pepper spray... "Beth. I get off at seven-thirty..." I had NO IDEA where the guts to carry on this conversation were coming from! He looked over at Frieda -- I'm pretty sure he realized that she was playing matchmaker -- thought about it a moment, and said, "I'll wait at the coffee shop next door." I had a date! I HAD A DATE! I didn't know what to do with myself; I almost did a cheer or something before limiting myself to "Okay!" and getting out of there ... He was gone when I looked back, but Frieda was grinning from ear to ear. "Here!" She shoved the spray bottle and paper towels at me. "Hurry up and shut down seven so we can work on your make-up!" ------- Jack: When Beth came through the door at seven-thirty (on the dot, mind you!) I stood up nervously and discovered that she was just about tall enough that I could kiss her on the forehead without bending any. You can see where my head was at -- and it was dark up there ... She had fewer freckles showing and her cheeks were pinker -- but the giveaway was the eyeliner, which was NOT subtle. That didn't matter; I was eyeballing her breastbone between her fun bags -- and there seemed to be more of a valley there. This time, she didn't seem to see it as being an urgent requirement to remove the view from my field of vision, either. Still, since it was rude and counter-productive to linger too long, I pulled my eyeballs out of the soft, shadowy darkness and smiled at her face. "I'm new in town, so you're going to have to show me where things are. Dinner first, or the movie?" She blinked and might as well have said, "Both?" but recovered nicely. "We would have to ruth to get to the movie, but the next thow is probably around ten..." "I'm a big boy," I grinned. "Mama lets me stay up late." Beth grinned back. "Tho how long have you been in town?" I cursed myself for starting this conversational thread. It was all too likely to cause her to assume that I wasn't worth the effort because I was going to be out of here in a week -- and the only way to disabuse her of THAT was to commit to taking her. Since I still had no idea what the source of the magic pixie dust that made her seem so hot was, that didn't seem sensible. Unfortunately, that left lying... "I just got in a day or two ago; I'm staying in a hotel until I can get organized." Even that wasn't good -- it left her with the assumption that I moved around a lot and that she might just be an evening's entertainment -- but it was all I had. She went, "Oh, okay," and I waited for her to back off -- but fortunately, she didn't. I moved on to, "So, where is a good place to eat around here?" A couple of minutes later, we were in my rental car and she was navigating, replete with assurances that I would return her to the store to pick up her car. Getting to the restaurant didn't take long -- but I became deeply concerned immediately that we would have to wait until after the next showing of the movie just to get a table! The parking lot was JAMMED! "What's up?" I asked, "This is Monday..." Beth looked a little embarrassed. "It's a popular plathe -- there are a lot of pickupth from this franchithe..." "Okay, well, is the food any good?" I asked. "Oh, yeah! There'th a GREAT thalad bar!" Beth enthused. "Well, okay." I like salad as well as the next guy, but... I followed her through the door; there must have been forty people in the entryway, waiting for a table -- and seats for maybe eight. We filtered our way through the crowd to the hostess and got her attention -- no mean feat. There was a lot of jostling going on so I did what I would have done to Dottie or Tina; I wrapped my arm around Beth and palmed her little belly. When I got done ensuring that the hostess could spell 'Jack' and that her mathematical attainments extended to the number two, I became aware that Beth was ogling me over her shoulder, her eyes and mouth both wide open... "Oops! Sorry!" Being a fully domesticated male who lived with a couple of women I was thoroughly fond of -- and completely in charge of -- I'd developed habits of familiarity that didn't necessarily fly with a girl I'd only known for a few minutes. I made to withdraw my hand. Beth thought about it -- hard -- and collected my hand, replacing it and holding it in place with hers. "No, itth okay..." Once she'd made up her mind, it was all okay; she started running her hand from mine up my forearm and back. "You thurprithed me again, that'th all..." "I'm getting good at that," I muttered. "I just didn't want us separated in this mess..." "Uh huh," Beth nodded, and I got the feeling she'd have accepted just about any excuse, but mine was better than most. "I jutht didn't exthpect it -- and, well, I'm fat..." I frowned, surprised, because my hand said different. "You're not fat. If I wanted to be rude, I could point out fat all around us, but this..." I rubbed her belly, "isn't fat." "It ith too!" Beth argued -- but she was clearly tickled pink. "Next you'll tell me my butt ithn't..." "At the risk of ruining your opinion of me, I'm going to have to say that your belly and your butt are two different propositions," I said carefully. "But I like your butt, anyway." Beth snorted. "What'th there to like?" "Shhh," I replied, "This is one of those issues that there is no right answer for -- so, if you don't mind, I'd rather avoid it." "Okay." Beth went back to rubbing my arm. She seemed perfectly happy to back against me -- and I was perfectly happy to bury my boner in the split between the cheeks of the ass in question while wondering vaguely why she didn't seem to be taking notice. Well, if I had to, I could explain away the gallant reflex -- since it WAS gallant... We stood around for a good forty minutes; by the end of it, I was of a mind to tell her we should go get a burger and she shouldn't worry about a pickup, but I held my peace. Finally, we were seated -- and I ended up ordering a burger anyway. On the other hand, it wasn't any fast food joint burger -- and the salad bar WAS good -- well worth the price. We made small talk while eating, and I learned that she was the eldest of four and wasn't married (duh!) and never had been. I didn't ask her age, for two reasons -- a gentleman doesn't, and I couldn't afford to respond. I LOOKED like I was in my early twenties, but I'm thirty-six; the difference between the appearance and reality would lead me to have to either lie or be unmasked. Besides, it was an item of little or no concern; given the fact that she more closely resembled a primitive fertility goddess than a swimsuit model and that she was clearly under thirty, if not twenty, what did I care? Hands-on experience had added 'cuddly' to her descriptors, too. I'd have given a lot to get a look at her CAP scores -- but turnabout was fair play and again, I couldn't go there. Despite slow service -- ESPECIALLY in picking up the check -- we managed to get out before ten and Beth directed me to the local cinema. I let her pick the movie and stood her to her choice in snack bar selections (she limited herself to a diet soda) and we settled in to watch a movie -- or she did. I spent a lot of time playing the old arm on the back of the theater seat game (without ever going so far as to try to get a handful of her right tit) and delighting in how delicate the little loose sprigs of hair at her neck made it look. I was totally lost -- and I STILL couldn't say why... Beth was ... cooperative. She let me play with her arm and her shoulder -- and even her neck -- and smiled a lot and looked embarrassed but happy. She didn't seem to know what to do with her hands, but never did anything overt, so I was an absolute Boy Scout -- not that I wanted to be. Finally, the damned movie was over; I wanted it gone -- except we hadn't really covered the kind of ground that led to her coming back to my place, which led me to wish that it wasn't. I just didn't know how we were going to get to where I wanted us to be... ------- Chapter 2 Beth: Frieda insisted that I clock out early and also insisted on doing my make-up -- AND insisted on putting on too much eyeliner. I TOLD her it ruined the effect, but she wouldn't listen ... He picked it up right away and probably thought I was a cross between a hooker and a raccoon, but he didn't say anything. I'd loosened my bra a notch and his eyes flickered all over the result, looking hungry -- and, okay, I let him get his fill and I basked in it! I don't get a whole lot of that kind of attention, you know? He got a grip before the whole thing would have been rude and said, "I'm new in town, so you're going to have to show me where things are. Dinner first, or the movie?" I was surprised; either one would have made my month! Since there was NO WAY I was going to look a gift horse in the mouth, I said, "We would have to rush to get to the movie, but the next show is probably around ten..." He grinned and said, "I'm a big boy -- Mama lets me stay up late," and I grinned back, wondering what Mom was going to say when I staggered in around midnight for the first time in months... "So how long have you been in town?" I asked. His face kind of flickered through a couple of expressions and I realized that I'd hit a nerve somewhere, then he said, "I just got in a day or two ago; I'm staying in a hotel until I can get organized." The combination of facial expressions and his answer left two or three interpretations. Some girls might have backed off -- okay, a LOT of girls, maybe, given the guy's open face -- but I had a date and by damn I was going on it! I said, "Oh, okay," which was admittedly a lukewarm response, but I didn't go beyond that. He changed the subject, wanting to know where there was a good restaurant and we put it behind us. I know it probably seems pretty brave of me to just get in his car, what with the negative indications, but well, gee -- I couldn't afford caution, you know? I'm twenty three and I'm fat and I have a speech impediment and if a hot guy asks me to go out I'LL TAKE MY CHANCES, okay? I shouldn't have taken him to the place I did -- I mean, okay, it's a pickup haven, but we were planning to EAT, not get picked up! It's just that when I go out to eat, I usually go there, with or without my girlfriends, and dream the dream -- and I wasn't thinking. He was, I could tell, and he was being practical about it -- but I'd dragged him there, so I couldn't back down. Besides, the place had a GREAT salad bar, and if you tend to eat like you're dieting... So we bulled our way inside and the crowd was AWFUL but we managed to get to the hostess -- who was self-absorbed and pretty ditzy and a minor trial to him. But then, while he was mucking with 'Miss It', he just ... Well, he slid his hand right over my belly! I can't describe it, exactly; it was SOOO ... Familiar? Not as in the idea that anyone had ever done such a thing to me before, but in that he just took possession, you know? I was TOTALLY shocked -- but a good bit of it was how NATURAL it felt! It COULD have been an invasion -- but it wasn't. He hadn't even done it consciously -- I could tell, because he was still dealing with 'Miss It' -- and irritated. Then he glanced down at me and took in my look of shock and said "Oops! Sorry!" -- and pulled his hand away -- and I realized that I WANTED that hand, right where it had been ... Why wasn't totally clear, but it had something to do with being possessed and protected; besides, it was just my fat ol' belly, for Pete's sake, not my left boob or my crotch! Funny, though, how it made me tingle ... I grabbed his hand and pulled it back where it belonged and caressed his arm to let him know I wanted it there and said, "No, it's okay. You surprised me again, that's all." And he said, "I'm getting good at that. I just didn't want us to get separated in this mess..." -- and I knew it was true and that he had assumed responsibility for my protection without even thinking about it... I needed to say something to accept his explanation, so I muttered, "Uh huh," then, because it sounded so insipid, I added, "I just didn't expect it -- and, well, I'm fat..." He looked a little surprised and confused and said, "You're not fat. If I wanted to be rude, I could point out fat all around us, but this isn't fat..." And he rubbed my belly and I got silly, it made me so happy -- but I argued with him, telling him it was -- and that next he would be telling me that my butt wasn't fat, either! It was a stupid thing to say, because it didn't leave him any decent method of retreat, but he managed anyway, admitting that my butt WAS big, but indicating that he liked it, anyway. I let him escape; it was a stupid place to be and I didn't want to screw up the way things were going. I let him pull me in and wondered if he was REALLY pressing a boner into the crack of my ass -- and I hoped he was, actually. We spent FOREVER standing around waiting -- I wondered if 'Miss It' wasn't punishing him for being irritated with her -- but I'd have probably stood there until my legs fell off! It was ... delicious, the feeling I got from his hands on me! That hand pressed to my belly held my womanhood, maybe even more completely than if he had wrapped both arms around me and held a boob in one hand and my pussy in the other! My womb was under that hand... Finally, after we'd been seated and brought drinks and ordered food, I found out his name -- Jack Harper. He had all but owned me for almost an hour and I didn't even know his name! He asked me questions and I gushed answers -- but he seemed to be sidestepping certain subjects ... By the time I realized that I'd been doing all the talking, it was time to go to the movies. I spent the whole movie watching him out of the corner of my eye. He was even MORE obvious -- and I REALLY didn't understand how he could be so excited about porky ol' me! He was ALMOST a perfect gentleman; he limited himself to touching my upper arm and shoulder and making it clear that he wanted more but didn't want to overstep ... I sat there wishing I had the guts to do something crazy like rub his leg! Then suddenly the movie was over and we were outside going to his car and he LOOKED as unhappy as I FELT! 'Oh, God!' I wailed to myself, 'It isn't OVER, is it?' ------- Jack: So it's way too soon that we're sitting there in my rental car, next to hers at the supermarket. The place is closed, so it is basically just us. I'm giving off big waves of unhappiness, but I didn't have any grip on her. On the other hand, she's not getting out of the car, either -- she just sat there with her head down. After a couple of minutes during which we both made more or less like statues, she murmured, "Whatth wrong?" After a couple of fits and starts, I got out, "Here we sit -- and things aren't going the way I wanted them to, but..." "No? What did you want?" she eyed me curiously. 'I wanted to fuck your brains out!' my brain screamed, but I limited myself to, "Well, I wanted to kiss you at least!" "Well, nobodyth THTOPPING you!" she erupted. There was something about the tone of her voice -- I don't know exactly what, but control went out the window! I was loose from the seatbelt and draping myself across the center island and had her head in both hands and my tongue bashing her braces trying to get in to play with hers... And her mouth opened and it was hot and wet and sweet and her tongue was frisky... When I surfaced, her hands were rubbing my sides and my back under my shirt and mine were under her blouse -- and I realized that I'd probably fondled her titties, even though I wasn't at the moment. Then her mouth chased mine and I lost track of everything else again... I think it was the parking brake poking a hole in my side that put an end to that kiss. We were both seriously mussed as far as clothing was concerned, even though I didn't remember any conscious effort at it. I settled back into my seat and muttered, "I don't do the back seat of cars." "Me neither," Beth husked, but she leaned across to lock eyes with me and her expression said that we weren't done as far as she was concerned. I said, "Let's go to my place." Beth limited herself to "Okay." I drove one-handed; the other held hers. I was fifteen again, apparently; we were all puppy-dog romantic, both of us. I couldn't remember things actually going like this, even in my teen years; I hadn't been all that lucky or successful. Dottie and Tina, of course, had been different; it had been all about concluding an on-the-spot contract, an offer of safety in return for ownership and sex slavery -- love had come later. Oh, I loved them, make no mistake about it -- but we didn't start with cuddles and kisses. We started with Tina throwing her top over her head and undoing her bra while she settled to her knees in front of me on a floor littered with bread crumbs and old French fries. She was digging at my fly while Dottie, wearing even less, closed up on her left and waved her somewhat larger titties in my face and said, "Please?" Given that the pair of them offered me more sexual stimulation in thirty seconds than I'd gotten in six months anywhere outside a strip bar, they pretty much got an immediate lock on me ... The pair of them had never met before they started double-teaming me; Tina had been counter help and Dottie had been in line for a burger. I don't know what attracted them to me, but I'm pretty sure it's the 'sucker' tattoo in invisible ink on my forehead that certain women seem to be able to read ... Of course, it might have just been the simple fact that I was at the head of Tina's line and Dottie was right behind me when the field came on and the jarhead announced, "Okay, ladies, there are four sponsors in this place and I'm in a hurry because I'm trying to set a pickup record! If you want a ride out of here, you'd better get right to displaying the merchandise! Peter Tillottsen, wave an arm! Okay, Jack Harper..." I stopped listening at that point; the minute my hand went up, Tina vaulted the counter. Dottie stepped around to my right, took one look at me, and unzipped her painted-on jeans and started peeling her way out of them kicking her sandals away as she pushed them down. This was all before Earth First started making pickups seriously dicey, of course. In any case, it was like shooting fish in a barrel -- more for them than for me. I was an easy mark. All in all, though, I don't think any of us were particularly dissatisfied. I made a few minor adjustments to them that made them more seriously eye-candy and they delivered on early promises and we were a family, complete with a toddler and a bun in the oven. So what the fuck was I doing getting all gushy about a pear shaped chickie with braces and a lisp? As I drove to the hotel, the whole thing wasn't on my mind at all; I was deep in the thrall of the odd attraction that had brought us together -- and so was Beth, apparently, from the way she leaned against me and rubbed my right arm. Mildly embarrassed, we put ourselves together somewhat in the parking lot, tucking ourselves back in and such before she took my hand and I led her through the lobby to the elevators. Once in the car, she parked herself in front of me and put my hand on her belly for the ride up; that had been a hit, at least ... Thanking God that I hadn't had to share a room, I fumbled with the key card, managing to make the damned thing work on the third try, and we were inside the room. It was just a hotel room; if she was suspicious of me at all, glancing around at the minimalist collection of luggage I had with me should have set off alarms, but we had other fish to fry. I don't remember who led whom to the bed -- suddenly, we were horizontal and I was half on top of her. The only times we broke lip-lock were to remove an article of clothing -- her jean top, my golf shirt, her tank top, her bra ... There was a LOOONG hiatus while I mauled a pair of the most incredibly soft titties it had ever been my pleasure to hold, accompanied by some of the most arousing moans and gasps and groans I'd ever heard in my life. Okay, so, they were somewhat saggy; the things that it did for the texture MORE than made up for it, in MY humble opinion! The hiatus ended when two warm, soft hands defeated the belt, zipper, then waistband of my pants and Beth moaned, "Omigod!" while rubbing the leakage from my rigid meat all over the tip with her thumb. I levered myself up and did this horizontal dance to get my pants and underwear off while she gently rubbed my cock with one hand and cradled my balls with the other. When she let go it was because I was naked and she needed to get out of her jeans -- which took both of us to accomplish -- but when I turned from tossing them off the bed behind me by the ends of the legs, Beth was spread wide on the bed, awaiting my return, and those no-nonsense granny panties were zooming past my head. I took in her beaver peripherally as I threw myself back down atop her; she was seriously furry, unlike porn stars and concubines, whose pudenda tended to be as smooth as a baby's butt. I locked lips with her again and ground the underside of my cock against her mound; she put her feet flat on the bed and rolled her mons up and I started dry-humping her ... Well, actually, it was ANYTHING but dry; my cock was leaking pre-cum and her lower lips popped open and her furrow was dripping wet. I slid my cock back past the sizeable bump of her clitoral hood, then slid forward over it, my knob poking her clit directly as it pushed past; she gasped and moaned and crossed her ankles behind my back. I set up a slow stroke and she went, "Mmmmm!" in my mouth every time I pushed forward. We did this for a very short while before she gave this little whine in the back of her throat and arched herself upward, shuddering, breaking our kiss -- and I raised up to watch her eyes roll up in her head as her ass gyrated under me. I deliberately drew my cock back to the point that I could press it against her clit and she literally danced on it, her ass and hips corkscrewing as she pressed her button against my glans, moaning hoarsely. Of course, this drove ME to the ragged edge of sanity; when she collapsed after her peak, she was fucking MINE and I was going to get my dick wet! I backed down her slit and seated my knob in her opening by feel and she gasped, "Go thlow -- I've never..." "What?" I did a pushup and locked eyes with her. "You're a virgin?" She got this scared look on her face and her ankles snapped themselves crossed behind my ass and she wailed, "Don't THTOP!" She squeezed and my hips snapped -- and it was all over; I'd taken my very first cherry! Her expression flickered for a moment, then she relaxed and lay back -- but her hands on my hips coaxed me forward, deep into her, even as her legs relaxed again. I was in her; the deed was done. I waggled my hips back and forth and pumped short strokes because the lubrication had seemed to let up; when I raised myself to look down at our joining, there was a ring of blood around my cock, visible in the light of the bedside lamp. I took it slow, not wanting to hurt Beth -- but it was an agony of ecstasy; her pussy wrapped itself snugly around my meat, titillating every nerve ending! I wasn't going to last six strokes! I didn't, either -- and it didn't matter. I hit stroke number four and when I hit bottom, Beth's eyes popped and she went, "UUHHHHHUUUUNNNGH!!!" and hunched herself and her eyes rolled up again! I started to back out automatically, but Beth's pussy suddenly molded itself to Li'l Jack while washing him with a flood of hot fluid and he overloaded and swelled up and blew! I can't describe the wash of pleasure -- it was just AMAZING! Li'l Jack didn't just pump out a thimble full, he went SQUIRRRT! -- about seven times! Every time he did, Beth's pussy made like a snake trying to swallow a goose egg around him and when she squeezed his knob, he would light off again! I shook like a leaf, every nerve in my body lit up with every shock wave ... I finally came down from the whole thing and collapsed atop her and started sucking on her sweaty neck, enjoying the aftermath while she relaxed and unkinked around me. After a minute, she panted, "Wow! That was..." (Okay, she said, "Wow! That wath..." but I'd stopped hearing the lisp consciously, so I'm gonna stop messing around describing it... ) "Yeah," I agreed shakily. I'd blown the king of all nuts! Now, it COULD have been the fact that I'd been rebuilt to handle two women a night at two nuts a pop -- and I hadn't had any in a couple of days. It COULD have just been full balls. It COULD have been a LOT of things, I guess -- but whatever it was, it was part Beth! I struggled up and made to withdraw, and discovered two things -- Li'l Jack was covered in a pearly pink coating of mixed blood and semen that was dripping out of Beth and creating a sizeable puddle -- and he was still rock hard! Not only that, but the mouth of Beth's pussy seemed disinclined to allow Li'l Jack's knob to pass it in an outbound direction! "Big mess here; if you aren't on birth control, you've been bred..." Okay, it wasn't the nicest thing I've ever said to a woman, but I wasn't all there yet I don't think. Beth just said, "Uhmm..." so I don't think she was, either. I pushed Li'l Jack back inside to the accompaniment of some amazing squishy noises and when I pulled him back another flood of goo popped out around him. This wasn't any teaspoonful -- there was a quarter cup of the stuff making a pancake-sized wet spot under our joining! About that time I discovered that tugging Li'l Jack's flange against Beth's vaginal ring was pleasurable, so I bounced a few times against it; Beth went "Mmph!" but didn't complain. I rocked forward and Beth gasped, "Still hard..." and her ankles locked behind my ass again. I got the hint and put Li'l Jack back to work. Beth wasn't terribly verbal; Dottie likes to talk and Tina tends to go, "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" but Beth merely gasps and whines a bit and grunts. You can't miss her having an orgasm, though; she clenches up and her eyeballs roll up and her pussy milks you like nobody's business! It happened six times before Li'l Jack gave up and flooded her again. After she lit off the first time and flopped back I pushed her legs up and braced my hands on the backs of her knees, which let me watch her toes curl as she got close to an orgasm. She had the prettiest calves ... By the time I was done she was fucked wall-eyed; I collapsed atop her and went straight out, but I'm pretty sure she beat me to it. I woke up and it was still dark; something was playing a little tune. Beth stirred under me and mumbled, "Phone..." I rolled off and she went hunting for her purse. "Hullo? Momma?" There was an audible blast of outrage from the speaker; I glanced at the clock, which said two-thirty. Beth, contrite, muttered, "I'm sorry, Momma -- I went out with..." Then she turned to me, wide-eyed. "Yes, Momma, I should have..." You could see her mind racing. "We were, uh, drinking, so I couldn't drive..." she lied. "Uh huh, we were a little crazy and I forgot to call ... No, I won't ... I'm sorry, Momma..." She hung up and blushed the cutest pink, mumbling, "My momma..." After a moment, she said carefully, "I can't go home now, because she doesn't want me driving drunk -- and I told her I was..." You'd have thought I was planning to put her out in the hall like Fred Flintstone does Dino at night! I said, "Good, you can keep me warm. Give me a minute to find a towel to cover the swimming pool and we can go back to sleep. What time do you need to get up?" "Nine? I need to go home and change, but I don't go in until eleven-thirty..." "I have a nine o'clock interview and I need to be fed and presentable beforehand. If we do six we can have breakfast somewhere..." "That's fine..." Ten minutes later we were spooned; I had my cock parked along her gooey gash and a handful of incredibly soft titty complete with a rubbery nipple and my nose was being tickled by the little sprigs of hair along her neck. I wondered vaguely how she would explain the sizeable hickey on the left side of her neck to her mother as I drifted off... ------- Beth: So there we were, at the last place in the world I wanted to be -- parked next to my car in the supermarket parking lot! Being there meant the night was over -- and it wasn't SUPPOSED to be, dammit! I sat there in his car with my head down, not wanting to look at him -- not wanting to make the move that would end it all ... Jack didn't say anything, either; he seemed to be just ... waiting ... Finally, I gathered myself and got out, "What's wrong?" Jack couldn't seem to figure out what he should say; he would start to say something and shut up. Finally, he came out with, "Here we sit -- and things aren't going the way I wanted them to, but..." And his voice trailed off. That got me wondering; I mean, we really HAD exceeded expectation for a first date, even though I really wasn't satisfied, so I asked, "No? What did you want?" Jack's eyes got that wild light in them again, but he said, "Well, I wanted to kiss you at least!" Something in me snapped -- I mean, gee, all he had to do was lean over ... I lit off with, "Well, nobody's STOPPING you!" WOW! The next thing I knew he was bent over the center console of the car and he had my head in both hands and his lips on mine! His tongue poked at my teeth and I opened my mouth and ... It was HEAVEN! His lips against mine and his tongue invading my mouth and daring mine to chase it back into his were my whole world, it seemed, until he backed off, panting, and I discovered his hands under my top -- but mine were under his shirt, caressing his muscular sides ... Unwilling to let go, I chased his mouth and caught it, starting another tongue skirmish. We were fencing, or maybe wrapping each other up in tentacles too short to get a grip but long enough to try... He broke away, settled back in his seat and muttered, "I don't do the back seat of cars." "Me neither," I husked, but I made VERY sure he knew that I didn't want to stop! I nearly climbed into his lap! He said, "Let's go to my place." There was nothing else to do but agree; I couldn't take him home and do what I WANTED to do with him! Momma would FREAK! He drove one-handed, holding my hand the whole trip. It was a little scary, but it was SO sweet! I leaned against him and rubbed his arm... The hotel wasn't some dirty old by-the-hour place -- it was a high-rise with a sign out front for a high-end chain. I was pleased, but worried; okay, Jack wasn't a sleaze (although frankly, I wasn't sure I wouldn't put up with that, if I had to), but you didn't live in a place like that for long -- it was too expensive. We got out of the car and tried to make ourselves presentable; I had to get my left boob back into my bra, for one thing. I didn't really remember being felt up, but I remembered when we broke that first kiss his hands were on me -- and mine were on him ... I took his hand and let him lead me through the lobby and into the elevator; when the doors closed, I moved around in front of him and backed against him, gathering his hand and putting it on my belly the way it had been in the restaurant. I'd never felt so safe, and the feeling returned immediately then... The hotel room was just that -- a hotel room -- but it had a king size bed and I wanted nothing more than to roll with Jack on that wide flat surface and be comfortable while we explored one another. Sooner or later Jack would realize what a fat sow he'd collected and the night would be over -- but until then, I was going to immerse myself in the feel of his solid masculinity. Before Jack I'd never experienced how hard a man's musculature is -- how powerful. Girls just don't feel like that (don't ask me how I know ... it's too embarrassing... ). I probably made a spectacle of myself, leading him to the bed -- but I wanted his hard body against mine SOOO bad! Then his lips were on mine again... Clothes were in the way; I was happy to take the lead, particularly as I had three garments on my upper torso to his one! Once his shirt was gone, I COULDN'T WAIT to feel his skin against mine! Then my bra was gone and Jack was so cute! He seemed mesmerized by my ugly old saggy boobies -- but I couldn't complain; his hands and his lips were gentle on my flesh and just demanding enough of my nipples to make them feel like lightning was flickering from tip to tip! I got so aroused that I was without shame -- TOTALLY! I couldn't STAND it! My panties and the crotch of my jeans were soaked and I couldn't contain myself -- I HAD to touch his cock! I just HAD to! If you had told me that I would just go tearing open a guy's pants and reaching into his underwear, I'd have laughed at you -- why? Because I'd have KNOWN I didn't have the guts! But I did it... It was hard -- rigid -- firm at the core, yet soft along the surface, with HUGE veins bulging here and there. The tip was big and soft and plush and purplish and slick goo was running from his pee hole. I know I made some silly exclamation while I rubbed that goo over the hot tip of that beautiful cock, but I can't tell you what it was. Jack groaned and lurched up and went wild trying to tear his pants the rest of the way off while I held his manhood in one hand. And when they came free, I cuddled the cute wrinkled sac that held what seemed to me to be a pretty substantial pair of balls in the other. Then he was naked -- and hairy and muscular and beautiful and it was time for me to wiggle my ungodly fat ass out of MY jeans! They were tight and they argued and gripped my bulging butt and I was mortified -- but Jack grabbed them by the ends of the legs and gave this superhuman heave and they slid off -- and I SWEAR they hit the wall! I was so wild that I did this jackknife thing and whisked my panties off and threw them -- and they missed Jack's nose by a couple of inches, if that, but neither of us cared! I was SOOO far beyond caring about what was prim and proper; I spread myself wide as Jack threw himself atop me and didn't give any thought at all to how slutty it all looked! I was peripherally embarrassed over the jungle of pubic hair growing down there -- I hadn't waxed or trimmed my bush in months -- but Jack's lips were on mine, so he couldn't see the mess, anyway. He ground his cock against me and I tilted my hips up shamelessly making sure he could rub that monster against my clit... Jack did better than that; he slid his hot probe along my pussy lips, poking it under my clitoral hood and driving it past my clitoris! It was INTENSE! I actually FELT a wash of pussy juice pour out to lube my channel so his cock wouldn't drag as its entire length rolled over my throbbing clit! I couldn't think -- I couldn't breathe -- the next thing I knew I was erupting in a MASSIVE orgasm, out of all control! I collapsed as if my strings had been cut -- only to feel Jack's cock slide down to rest at my portal! I mustered the energy to gasp out, "Go slow -- I've never..." Jack freaked; he surged up, bug-eyed and yelped, "What? You're a virgin?" In that moment, such a fear enveloped me ... It was indescribable! NOTHING could be allowed to stop that probe from forcing its way up my channel and making me a woman -- NOTHING! I crossed my ankles behind his butt to keep Jack from backing away and wailed "Don't STOP!" then pressed my crossed ankles against his butt, trying by main force of will to push him into me myself! All the while my brain was clamoring, 'NOW! NOW! NOW!!!' I wasn't doing it -- he was resisting, successfully -- but then his expression changed and his hips snapped and I felt the tearing pain -- and it was over, and I was overjoyed ... Jack wiggled back and forth and his sweet shaft moved in me and he looked down at our joining and I could tell by the little nod he gave that the evidence was there for him to see. Then he began slowly sinking his length into me, boring out my channel as if he was using a pneumatic press. I could feel every vein and ridge; his crown pressing against my folds as it went in, then fighting even harder on the way out! In, out ... my center started quivering ... In, out ... the quiver became a quake ... In, out ... I suddenly realized that the sensations had become unbearable! In ... I erupted! I think I gurgled something or other, but I'm not sure -- all I know is that I went totally rigid and my orgasm knocked me for a loop! I couldn't see, but I could FEEL ... I felt Jack's thick cock bulge and spew this long, thick, blast of his seed -- and I FELT it hit my cervix! My pussy convulsed around his sweet shaft and I FELT him do it again! And again! And AGAIN! I think it was six -- maybe seven times! And every time the power of it washed over me, raising me up to a place I'd never been to before... ------- Chapter 3 Beth: Then it was over, and I became aware that the goose bumps on my neck were coming from Jack's lips, not the aftereffects of my orgasm. I felt the need to say SOMETHING about the incredible experience I'd just gone through, so I said, "Wow! That was..." -- but I really couldn't find words to complete the thought properly. Jack couldn't either, it seemed; he limited himself to, "Yeah..." I couldn't blame him. After a moment, he raised himself and started to back out of me -- and I became aware that the flood I'd felt him deliver at the gates of my womb had been every bit the size it had FELT like it was; I could FEEL it oozing between his shaft and my inner walls and dribbling along my perineum and between my butt cheeks! Jack stopped; the ring at my vaginal opening refused to pass the flange of his glans. He looked down and said, "Big mess here; if you aren't on birth control, you've been bred..." My mind went totally blank; I don't think he noticed, and I was grateful -- because I AGREED with him -- and I was NOT on birth control! I mean, before that night, the logic was unassailable, you know? No boy had EVER touched me, and birth control messed up your hormones and did things to your metabolism -- and I had ENOUGH problems with THAT -- so why bother? Now, I had what seemed to be a quart of potent, fertile male seed being pressed back and forth along the channel that granted access to the depths of my womanhood; could I FAIL to get pregnant? Jack backed his cock to my opening several times and the crown of his glans continued to snag against the ring at my opening -- and he seemed to be enjoying it. I lay beneath him, mentally drawing the parallel between the situation and two dogs knotted in heat; that made me a bitch, didn't it? Then he punched forward and I realized that it wasn't just his glans that was still sizeable -- he was still hard! I didn't even think about it; I crossed my ankles behind his butt again in case he was thinking about going somewhere... He wasn't. The first few strokes of his piston pumped goo out of me, improving the contact between it and my cylinder -- but it probably also pushed about a zillion wigglers through my cervix and into my womb! I decided that I would worry about that later -- the pleasure was too intense! I was peripherally amazed -- didn't guys shrink after they came? Jack apparently didn't ... and I wasn't complaining! The act we entered into lasted several times as long as the first time -- long enough for me to have orgasm after orgasm until I was nearly mindless from the pleasure! He pushed my legs up and put his hands behind my knees and rocked and pumped and bashed my clit with his pubic bone and I grunted and made animal noises and slipped into nirvana -- God, I don't know -- seven or eight times! Then he filled me again, and while it might not have matched the first time for volume, the flood was copious! This time he collapsed atop me and went limp -- and I went to sleep caressing his hard, sweaty body while I waited for his probe to deflate... I woke later to the sound of my cell phone ringing. I managed to awaken Jack and get him to roll off me then went hunting for my discarded purse and dug in it for my phone. "Hullo?" A familiar voice snarled, "Where ARE you?" and I flinched. "Momma?" "Oh, you remember me! Do you know what time it is? I've been sitting here, waiting and waiting, worrying about where you are and if you've been in an accident or something..." Contrite, I muttered, "I'm sorry, Momma -- I went out with..." Then I eyed Jack and realized that I could NOT tell Momma I was out getting deflowered by a guy I'd only met three or four hours before! Fortunately, Momma wasn't done ranting... "Why didn't you call? You HAVE a cell phone! Are you TRYING to give me white hair?" When I didn't answer immediately, she prompted, "Well?" "Yes, Momma, I should have..." I tossed out the first tale that would seem to fit the facts, "We were, uh, drinking, so I couldn't drive..." "Well you STILL could have TOLD me!" "Uh huh, we were a little crazy and I forgot to call..." "Well, if you've gone and gotten drunk, DON'T go driving NOW!" Momma admonished. I knew I was going to get a lecture about how disappointed she was with me when I got home -- and I wondered what her reaction would be if she discovered what I'd REALLY been doing while I assured her, "No, I won't ... I'm sorry, Momma..." "Yes, well, I'll see you later, then," Momma replied -- and it was a threat. I hung up, embarrassed, mumbling, "My momma..." After a moment, I added, "I can't go home now, because she doesn't want me driving drunk -- and I told her I was..." Somewhere in the conversation with Momma I'd realized that we'd probably done everything Jack had planned for the evening and it was time for him to send me away. This was just about the point in time where stupid girls like me ended up standing on a street corner with their panties in their hands and Romeo's seed running down their legs, an empty promise of a phone call and a full womb... But Jack proved that he wasn't THAT dastardly, at least. Instead, he grunted and said, "Good, you can keep me warm. Give me a minute to find a towel to cover the swimming pool and we can go back to sleep. What time do you need to get up?" I was grateful beyond words, both for the continuing welcome and for the offer to cover the wet spot. I'd heard of such, but it hadn't prepared me for the huge wet puddle we'd generated in that bed! "Nine? I need to go home and change, but I don't go in until eleven-thirty..." "I have a nine o'clock interview," he replied, "and I need to be fed and presentable beforehand. If we do six we can have breakfast somewhere..." "That's fine..." At least I was going to get to eat before he told me, 'Alas, you're not my type... ' Worry was just too difficult with his hard body pressed against my back and my bubble butt, his somewhat lank erection trapped between my thighs and pressed against my nether lips and his left hand cradling my left breast and teasing the nipple. I went to sleep with his breath tickling my neck, and while I awoke several times due to being unfamiliar with the novel sensations of having a bed partner, I was never awake for long... ------- Jack: The alarm went off ten minutes later it seemed like, and I was unfamiliar with my surroundings and thrashed around looking for it and nearly broke the damned thing in half trying to shut it off. When it was over, I was more or less vertical though, and I looked at my bed partner as she gazed back, bleary-eyed. Frankly, I more or less expected that I would get the standard bachelor morning-after jolt; reality would flood in and I would blame who I had in bed with me on what I'd had to drink the night before, then work on being civil long enough to put her on the street wherever it was that she wanted to be left off and then disappear after -- if necessary -- providing a fictitious phone number. Only I hadn't been drinking and she still looked good, lying there in the bed ... Taking inventory, I realized that Beth resembled an ancient tribal fertility goddess more than a Barbie doll, with her pear shape and her underinflated breasts -- but that didn't bother me a whole helluva lot. In daylight, she seemed to be about optimal for the type, in that she didn't sport a big saggy belly, in particular -- but I'd known that; it would have gotten in the way of the incredible sex we'd had the night before. Besides, I'd felt it several times. The ass was DEFINITELY there -- and it didn't bother me, either. Her hair had escaped from whatever she'd tied it back with and was a springy halo on the pillow -- VERY fetching. I crawled atop her and asked from a distance of maybe two inches, "How did you sleep?" She put her hand in front of her mouth and said, "Fine," and I realized that she figured at least one of us probably had morning breath. I didn't give a shit; I peeled her hand away and kissed her -- and after a moment, she got into the spirit of things and we turned it into something nice. We had things to do, though, so I rolled off her and said, "If you have to pee before I shower, you should go now." She could have peed while I was in the shower and unless flushing screwed up the water temperature, I wouldn't have cared -- but I'd learned that women had issues about such things. Beth smiled and scooted down to get off at the foot of the bed and I watched that ass sway off toward the bathroom. Yeah, it wasn't a problem... What WAS a problem was the fact that I had maybe a week on the ground on Earth and then I was headed back to Nuevo Angelino. If I was staying on Earth, Beth wouldn't be a problem; similarly, if I was porting out in thirty minutes, she wouldn't be, either, one way or the other. But for her to operate in the dark for a week meant I was going to have to lie my ass off if I wanted to keep her -- which would damage things down the road ... Try as I might, I had no plan for handling the issues involved. We didn't make love (or even fuck) and we didn't shower together; I'm a little numb in the morning and that can lead to a LOOONG session -- and Beth was already bowlegged from the previous night. I think showering together is fun -- but in a shower, not in a tub with a curtain and one shower head. Still, I took at least one opportunity to maul her titties and rub her bare ass and she seemed receptive. Lots of chicks aren't; they get wrapped around the axle over you invading their personal space or whatever. I'm a touchie-feelie type of guy -- it's one of the ways I express myself; if she'd had big problems with where my hands were going, it could turn into a long-term issue... Once we were both dressed, I took her to one of those chain places known for their breakfast. In the window, they had a sign indicating how many pickups had been done from the chain. It gave me an opening, so I waved at it and asked, "So you want to be picked up?" Beth nodded, "Yes." "Um, what about your mom?" "She wants me to be picked up, too." "You'd be leaving her behind..." Beth shrugged. "It's how it is. She understands. It's a forlorn hope, anyway." I got us on the waiting list for a table -- thankfully a shorter one -- then turned to her, "Why?" "You're kidding, right?" "I think you're cute..." "Yeah." She grinned impishly and held up a hand, "How many fingers?" "Oh, so I'm blind?" I laughed. "Or something." I let it ride until we were seated, then decided that if I could back into it, I might get a CAP score. "Okay, so, you've got this thing about your looks. They tell you that scores are more important -- and lots of guys are looking for mommies..." Beth mused a moment, drawing figures on the table top. "I have good scores for that, even though I don't have kids. But you know how pickups go -- 'Get undressed. Okay, gimme a blowjob!' If I didn't flunk the undressing phase, one look at the hardware in my mouth..." The AI lit me up then with "Elizabeth Hopkins possesses a CAP general score of four point seven with excellent nurturing scores and good scores for what you would call 'common sense.' Higher mathematics skills are lacking, but that is not an everyday requirement for a concubine..." I rolled my eyes, cursing myself; of COURSE the AI could get her scores, given several hours in which to do it... "What was that?" Beth asked. I realized that the eye roll was getting me into trouble. "I'd trust you," I told her. "Well, I'm not exactly practiced..." She was still eyeing me and I resolved to be VERY CAREFUL about back-channel communication with the AI. Fortunately, the waiter showed up and plunked down our coffee and some creamers. Waitresses tended to be REALLY homely or they were likely to get extracted, so guys were slowly filling the slots left vacant -- gays in particular. Grimacing, I watched ours sway off... We got through breakfast pretty quietly after that, both of us tied up with our own thoughts, I guess. I took her back to her car and it was sort of like things had been seven or eight hours before; things needed to be said and done and nobody really wanted to go there. Finally, I said, "Can I see you tonight?" Beth looked up like the request was unexpected. "If Momma doesn't lock me in..." "You're kidding, right? You're, what, twenty something?" I snorted. "Yeah, well, remember that I lied to her about drinking. She's gonna be pissed. Besides, we can't do what we did LAST night -- a second sleepover would be ... fishy..." "Yeah..." I had to think about this. If I was going to be living here, we had all the time in the world. I wasn't -- but if I ACTED like I wasn't, Beth would be suspicious. Her first assumption -- that I was a traveling salesman in for the week -- would be wrong -- or would it, in the grand scheme of things? At some point I was going to have to come clean -- but the closer we got to the extraction date, the better. In the meantime, if she asked no questions I was able to tell no lies... "Okay, dinner, no movie, and some quality time somewhere?" Beth eyed me suspiciously. "What's quality time?" 'Sex, you little idiot!' "Necking?" "Okay." No, she wasn't stupid -- I could tell from the way she said it -- but I wasn't either, and if I openly declared sex as a primary objective, it was the same thing as telling her that was all I wanted her for. So I indicated that what we were doing was within a relationship, not the relationship itself -- which was only the truth ... She cocked her head and added, "Maybe at my house?" I knew a trap when I heard one. She was testing me; I'd gotten past the first hurdle, but she wanted a bit more... "Sure," I replied, poker-faced. Even money said she did NOT want to parade me in front of her mother -- but in the off chance she did, Momma could meet her new son-in-law -- or analogue thereof. I could play that game for a week; Momma would get only so many chances to throw rocks... Beth looked closely to see if I was serious, smiled hugely, and got out of the car. "Seven-thirty?" "Yeah, hey, give me your cell number!" I yelled. She came back and I got her number and gave her the one for my 'Blackberry' (which was a whole lot more complex than it looked) and she swayed to her car, smiling. I waited until her junker started, then checked in with Mark; it was time to get on with the mission... ------- Beth: If the alarm clock had had a neck, Jack would have wrung it, I think; as it was, I figured both of them had to be the worse for the wear when he finally stopped scrambling and turned the thing off! I wouldn't have been surprised to see it broken in half in his hands! As a result the blankets were God knew where and I was lying on my back, naked, on full display as I rubbed the sleep from my bleary eyes -- and Jack was looking when I got them working. Still, he seemed happy ... The next thing I knew he was on top of me, his face WAY too close to mine as he asked, "How did you sleep?" I covered my mouth to keep my morning breath from knocking him out and mumbled, "Fine," but he didn't let it go at that; he dragged my hand away and kissed me -- and when I got over the surprise, I returned it. After we'd kissed some, he rolled off and offered, "If you have to pee before I shower, you should go now." Momma says guys tend to want to hit the bathroom first, so I took the offer in the spirit it had been given and scooted to the foot of the bed and went off to the toilet. Peeing was a bit more complicated than usual; my poor puss felt like it had swollen up to half again its normal size and it was somewhat tender -- AND it seemed that once I managed to get vertical, there was some leftover goo that had been puddling towards the back of my vagina that insisted upon dribbling out. Well, if I was lucky it was the back of my vagina; I had a suspicion that it had been deeper than that ... Anyway, when I managed to get most of the mess under control, I headed back out and Jack grabbed me and pulled me into his embrace and mauled my boobies and grabbed a big handful of my butt and squeezed it -- and I luxuriated in it. After all, it was male attention, and even Daddy wasn't gonna play with my boobs or my butt ... Who knew how long it would be before some guy stepped up to the plate and did it again? If Jack was happy letting his fingers do the walking, I was MORE than happy to be the Yellow Pages... Then he showered and I showered and he dressed in a nice-looking suit and I crawled back into my work uniform and somewhat scummy panties; it was that or none at all, which isn't really a choice in jeans, even the stretch type. Then Jack took me to a breakfast place. On the way in he waved at a sign in the window that proclaimed that a good number of extractions had taken place in SOME restaurant in the chain and asked, "So you want to be picked up?" Well, duh! I kept it simple. "Yes." "Um, what about your mom?" "She wants me to be picked up, too," I replied. "You'd be leaving her behind..." I realized that I'd missed the boat with his earlier question -- but it didn't matter a whole lot, given how pickups were handled, so I shrugged and said, "It's how it is. She understands. It's a forlorn hope, anyway." Jack put us on the waiting list for a table and then asked why. I was a little non-plussed, you know? I look in the mirror every day, whether I want to or not... "You're kidding, right?" "I think you're cute..." he insisted. I thought HE was cute, too -- for that comment, if nothing else. But he didn't seem to be connected to reality, so I grinned at him and waved a hand, "How many fingers?" He laughed. "Oh, so I'm blind?" "Or something," I agreed. I thought it was a dead issue, but he took another run at it after we sat down. "Okay, so, you've got this thing about your looks. They tell you that scores are more important -- and lots of guys are looking for mommies..." I sat there, kind of taking out the dream and playing with it before sighing and bursting the bubble for both of us, "I have good scores for that, even though I don't have kids. But you know how pickups go -- 'Get undressed. Okay, gimme a blowjob!' If I didn't flunk the undressing phase, one look at the hardware in my mouth..." Jack got an odd look on his face -- surprise, mostly -- then rolled his eyes. The whole thing didn't make sense, so I asked, "What was that?" He came back with, "I'd trust you..." "Well, I'm not exactly practiced..." I pointed out -- but I still wasn't sure that was all there was to it -- but then a VERY gay waiter -- really swishy -- came up and gave us coffee and Jack kind of dropped the whole thing. So we ate -- and didn't talk much; I was already gearing up for the parking lot scene. Jack had been VERY sweet and I'd been a complete fool and we'd had a wonderful time -- but, well, I didn't expect there to be a second date. Jack surprised me, though, with, "Can I see you tonight?" as we sat in the lot next to my car. The first thought that went through my brain -- and straight out my mouth -- was, "If Momma doesn't lock me in!" Jack looked at me like I was pulling his chain and snorted, "You're kidding, right? You're, what, twenty something?" He was right, actually -- EARLY twenty-something -- but don't ask, because that's ALL you get! "Yeah, well, remember that I lied to her about drinking. She's gonna be pissed. Besides, we can't do what we did LAST night -- a second sleepover would be ... fishy..." I reminded him. 'Fishy' came to mind because it was more or less how my crotch felt -- and smelled, given the way I'd gotten first aroused and later inseminated and the crotch of my panties was carrying the evidence of both... "Yeah..." He got it -- and did what seemed to me to be a LOT of heavy thinking. I did NOT want to discourage him, but I really didn't know if I COULD go another round like the one we'd had the night before -- and expecting to be able to blithely announce to my folks that I was going to be out all night two nights in a row was going beyond the realm of sanity. But he made an offer, anyway, "Okay, dinner, no movie, and some quality time somewhere?" 'Quality time?' I was instantly suspicious. I AM female, you know! "What's quality time?" Jack's eyes got that hot look, but he answered, "Necking?" 'Yeah, right!' I thought -- but at least he hadn't come out with 'sex!' THAT would have been an announcement that I was slated to become his personal cum-dumpster! "Okay," I replied -- then I dug the pit and put the sharpened stakes in the bottom and spread the leaves on top before inviting him to step into it... "Maybe at my house?" Jack wasn't stupid, though; he brought a wide plank and dropped it across the pit before he walked across! "Sure!" he said, poker-faced. He sure called MY bluff! I gave him a couple of seconds to follow up with, "Gotcha!" then pasted a big smile on my face and said, "Seven-thirty?" I'd painted ME into a corner, now, I realized ... I got out of the car and headed for mine, wondering how he was going to back out when he yelled, "Yeah, hey, give me your cell number!" THAT question was answered ... I went through the drill, giving my number and taking the undoubtedly fictitious one he gave me and got in my car, kicking myself for being SOOO smart that I scared the only guy who had ever taken an interest in me off after one date... Momma lit into me with both feet -- but I was already so down on myself that she barely left an impression. The whole 'my house' thing had seemed like a stroke of genius when I'd come up with it -- only when it left my lips did I realize that it was GUARANTEED to make Jack run like a rabbit! Fortunately, Momma mistook depression for a hangover ... I went upstairs and washed and douched my poor swollen puss and wondered if on top of being the victim of my own big mouth and a participant in one of the world's shortest love affairs, I was also a mother-to-be ... Wouldn't THAT just ice the cake? New work clothes and an attempt to get SOME control over my hair later, I headed out for another day of price-checks and 'Does the debit card go this way or that way?' I was clocked in and halfway to my register when Frieda looked up and said, "So, how did... ?" Then her eyes bugged out and she came rushing over to me and hissed, "You FUCKED him!" in a stage whisper. I blushed to the roots! "NO!" "Liar! Don't bullshit ME!" Frieda insisted. Totally paranoid, I asked, "Is it written on my face?" Frieda grinned and murmured, "Well, there's that muffler burn on your neck, but the dead giveaway is that waddle..." I covered my face. "Oh my God..." Frieda dragged me toward the break room, whispering "How was it?" "Omigod!" I replied in a totally different tone of voice, after glancing around for witnesses. "It was Heaven!" "No! Did you cum?" "Eight or nine times!" I replied. "I mean, it hurt a little at first, but he..." Frieda looked stricken. "That's right -- you're a vir... !" "SHHHH!" That does NOT work well with a lisp, I might add! "Quiet, for God's sake!" I howled in a stage whisper. "Besides, I was then, but I'm not now..." I was pleased for a moment, then depression set in. "That's probably the best part, since I blew it this morning!" I went on to explain to her the blonde moment I'd had over checking to see whether sex was all that was on Jack's mind. "You asked him to go to your house?" Frieda asked, aghast. "Yeah, you blew THAT one ... Better write this one up in your diary while it's fresh, because you'll be crying on THAT page when you're ninety!" "Yeah, thanks," I sighed, "You're a BIG help!" Frieda shook her head, eyeing the lost cause I represented. "Well, we might as well go out and open the registers," she sighed. ------- The day dragged on FOREVER! I mean, I KNEW what was gonna happen, but you know, until it does you go back and forth, hoping for a miracle. Seven-thirty came and went and I had my confirmation... Then at seven forty-five while Frieda and I were trying to pick out a place to get REALLY drunk to celebrate my foolishness, my cell rang! "Beth? It's Jack..." "Hi..." Well, at least he was going to actually go through the motions of kicking me to the curb, even if it WAS over the phone... "Hey, sorry I'm late -- we ran into some issues and the negotiations have gone into overtime..." 'Okay, so, he's gonna pull my leg tonight and do the rest later... ' "Uh huh..." I grunted listlessly. "I have to do dinner with these guys, it turns out..." "Yeah, I understand..." I was getting the phone wet. Why couldn't he just say, 'So long, Sucker!' and get it over with? This was like taking a knife! "So, uh, do you, um, have a dress or something?" "What?" "Well, I thought I'd pick you up and, you know, bring you along. They're going to a nice place, I'm told..." "Uuuhhh..." My knees wobbled. I had tunnel vision. "You mean, like, dress-up? Fancy dinner out? With other people?" "Yeah..." His voice sounded kind of confused -- like mine... "Hey, if they don't like the way you talk, fuck 'em, you know?" I suddenly realized that he was taking a stab at the problem -- and we were on TOTALLY different wavelengths! "I'll ... find something..." I said faintly. "Okay, I know it's short notice -- but it's supposed to be a nice place," Jack insisted. "Antoine's? Maybe you've heard of it..." "Uh huh..." was all I could get out. "Give me your address," Jack directed. "We have reservations for nine, so I'll come by and get you in an hour, okay?" I didn't recognize the voice that gave him my address, but I'm sure it was mine. He hung up and I stood there, dazed. Frieda was looking at me oddly. "What did he say, Hon?" "He asked me if I had anything to wear to Antoine's..." "HOLY SHIT!" Frieda exclaimed, "You'll need help..." I needed more than that! The next thing on the agenda was for me to squall "OMIGAAAAWD!" and go into hysterics! The anticipation, followed by the total left turn and the wash of emotions my miracle reprieve brought with it was too much for me to handle! Frieda ended up driving me home... Momma shit a brick! I came staggering into the house, obviously in a frazzled mental state, with a muffler burn on my neck (somehow, she'd missed that during her morning harangue -- and I'd totally forgotten about it, so it wasn't due to any conniving on MY part). And Frieda, translating for me, announces that I need to be ready to go to THE restaurant in town in forty minutes and a MAN was picking me up! I really didn't have a suitable dress, so we faked it. Momma got out my black push-up bra and we found a nice top that presented my boobies well (once they were raised into position, anyway) and we put me in a black wraparound skirt and heels. Frieda got my hair under some kind of control with some combs and applied my makeup (too much eyeliner, as usual) and I had like eight seconds before there was a knock on the door and Momma threw it open to reveal Jack... ------- Chapter 4 Jack: As I pulled away, I keyed my implant "Hey, Mark..." "Where the Hell have YOU been?" Decurion Marcus Tillotson asked querulously. "I, uh, tripped over a woman," I replied, embarrassed. "Already? Where did you lock her away?" Having a prospective concubine running around for several days was a security breach at the very least, and given time, they started conniving about how to get you to ship Great Aunt Sadie, too... "I, uh, haven't broken the big news," I related. "Well, THAT works," Mark laughed. "You dog, you! One night on planet and you managed to put some sweet young thing on her back? I didn't think you were such a stud..." "It just happened..." I explained. "Well, if it doesn't work out, no harm, no foul," Mark chuckled. "You just put her on the street and take something ELSE at pickup..." "You're a predator, Man," I chided him. "The only question is species. Wolf or hyena?" "Hyena, probably," Mark replied, and laughed eerily. I don't think his vocal cords could make that noise, but he could subvocalize and substitute the sound effect. "You haven't seen what I've seen in the Civil Service dorms. Where are you?" "Six blocks out." "Okay, I'm at the gate getting a visitor's pass. I'll alibi you so we can meet the Major on schedule." Two minutes later, I wheeled up in front of the gate for Seifort Academy -- our reason for being here. Mark waved at the guard, confirming my ID and I followed Mark's rental car to the visitor spaces in the parking lot in front of the administration building. Major Howard was waiting on the steps. "Where have you two been?" he demanded. "Breakfast was slow," Mark replied, "And Jack, here, had to peel a woman off his leg." "I did not!" I stood there smarting under the Major's disapproving glare. "It's early," he grunted. "VERY early!" "It was a date, not a pickup," I insisted. "I haven't said anything to her about any pickup." Mark grinned. "The sly dog is getting a lengthy test drive in before making any choices -- pretty slick..." "Actually, it's a little embarrassing," I objected, "False pretenses and all that..." "Oh, come on!" Mark scoffed, "If the chick dropped her panties for you on the very first date, she OBVIOUSLY has round heels and therefore CLEARLY has diminished expectations..." "Actually," I replied, "she was a virgin." Mark's eyes popped, and the Major erupted, "What?" "I was surprised, too," I admitted. "She must know, then," the Major opined. "No, I don't think so," I insisted. "We just ... connected ... at a much more basic level than you get from telling some chickie, 'Let me take you to the stars... ' She's a little bit unique, anyway; I doubt that she would be of interest to either of you." Major Howard eyed me, "Let me know if it turns out that you're wrong and that we have a security issue." I nodded. "Let's go inside." Classes had already started for the day so the uproar at the front counter of the administration offices was muted. We waited while the woman at the counter handled issues for a couple of students, then the Major announced us: "Mr. Howard, Mr. Tillotson, and Mr. Harper to see Dean Atkinson. We have an appointment." "I see," the woman said. "Follow me, please -- I'll take you to Ms. Bowman, Dr. Atkinson's secretary." She waved us around behind the counter and down a hallway to a reception area. "Mr. Howard, Mr. Tillotson, and Mr. Harper to see the Dean," she announced us to a decent-looking redhead in her mid-thirties. The redhead eyed us and said brightly, "From the Nuevo Angelino Education Department?" "Yes, Ma'am," the Major confirmed; Mark and I flicked a glance at one another. Was the jig up? Both of us went on alert... "I'll let him know you're here..." The tone confirmed that we were going to have an interesting few minutes. I figured they were going to attempt a brush-off -- a stupid tactic, given what we were offering -- but Dean Atkinson wandered out of his office momentarily and shook our hands, waving us into his office. I whipped out my scanner and swept the office under cover of checking my email, then cued the AI to trigger the damping field from the drone tracking us from above as we settled into chairs. This wasn't the standard grey interdiction field that everyone knows about; this one merely damped electronic communications. Emitters still worked, because the drone received transmissions and relayed them -- but the AI was filtering all inbound and outbound signals, picking and choosing what would pass the filters and what wouldn't. "I admit to some curiosity," the Dean noted, eyeing us. "Where IS Nuevo Angelino, exactly? I couldn't find it. If there isn't such a place, as I suspect there isn't, what ARE you here for?" I got back up and went to the office door; the AI indicated that the channel Dr. Atkinson had set up to relay the contents of our conversation to his secretary had been chopped -- and she was up and out of her chair as a result. As she popped open the door to check on things, I surprised her, taking her by the wrist and murmuring, "Come in! No reason to sit in the bleachers when you can sit in the front row!" Surprise and confusion kept her from fighting me; I closed the door behind her and waved her into a chair. Dr. Atkinson frowned and reached for his telephone; we did nothing -- the line was dead. He took a breath and asked, "Would you care to explain yourselves?" I thought it was a pretty good front, frankly, but the AI said his pulse rate was considerably elevated... Major Howard steepled his fingers and announced, "We mean you no harm, Sir -- quite the opposite, in fact. Nuevo Angelino does, in fact exist -- but you won't be able to Google it, because its location isn't public knowledge." "So where is it?" Dr. Atkinson asked. "About a hundred seven light years from here." After THAT little shocker, we got down to business. We were there because Governor Sharpe was unhappy with the flow of fourteen-year-old male concubines we were getting as the offspring of existing families reached their minimum age of majority; we weren't getting troops, we were getting unwanted males theoretically only good for stud service. Clearly, their education wasn't up to snuff; most of that education was happening without any concerted direction, when and if someone took the initiative in individual families. We needed a fix... Seifort Academy was a private school servicing grades one through twelve. Half of the student body was domiciled in the dormitories, and the other half walked or rode the bus; the school serviced thirty-six hundred students. Unique about the school was the curriculum; the administration had gone out two years before and begun collecting everything they could discover about Confederacy culture and technology and began fashioning a two-tier curriculum designed to either produce a highly qualified sponsor or an exceptionally talented concubine. Classes included the theory and use of advanced Confederacy technology (such as was released on Earth), strategy and tactics and other items of value to soldiers. They concentrated on moral behavior (not the crap you might expect, based upon someone's religion, but rather personal responsibility, loyalty, teamwork, honesty, and other admirable traits that would stand a student in good stead on a CAP test), and advanced sexuality and reproduction. Students were pre-screened with a school-developed 'CAP Pre-test' in the fourth grade and track recommendations were made then -- but parents could opt to ignore the results. When students were actually tested, however, their track was fixed -- but they could add cross-track courses if they wished and showed any aptitude for the subject matter. Such cross-tracking tended to be in one direction -- but there were a few surprising cases of sponsor-tracked students taking concubine courses... Seifort Academy was already showing signs of considerable success after only two years -- enough for their data to show up in the database when Governor Sharpe went looking for a resource to fix his ailing educational system. So the Governor dispatched his Lieutenant Governor -- Major Howard -- a senior functionary in the Support Directorate in charge of Education -- Mark -- and a troubleshooter to help organize the physical movement of personnel and assets -- me -- to deliver a remarkable offer... The gist of said offer, from Dean Atkinson's perspective, was 'We want YOU!' -- just like an old Uncle Sam recruiting poster. We wanted the staff of Seifort Academy -- and to get them, we were willing to take immediate families, the entire student body, and THEIR immediate families! If needed, we were willing to take a good deal more than that; Governor Sharpe had convinced the Navy to allow him to 'borrow' a prototype cube ship for the effort! The Valhalla was in orbit, waiting to carry as many as twenty thousand passengers on its maiden voyage to Nuevo Angelino -- all we had to do was make the whole thing work without turning the academy into a major Earth First terrorist target. Dean Atkinson was nonplussed. "You propose to evacuate the entire school?" "We do indeed," Major Howard agreed. "Your staff is doing a fine job of turning out sponsor-capable students -- and you don't ignore skills that improve the value of concubines in the process. We have several thousand school-aged children on Nuevo Angelino who are NOT receiving a proper education -- a situation that virtually guarantees that they will not ascend to sponsorship status. This is unacceptable -- we MUST have a high percentage of the upcoming generation qualify for sponsorship and assume the ongoing responsibility for the conflict with the Sa'arm, because there is no easy fix -- neutralizing the Sa'arm won't occur any time soon. To stop them requires not only a large quantity of human troops -- those troops have to be of adequate quality to make their mark! Today, if we lose one human in the process of killing a thousand Sa'arm, we lose! The Governor believes that proper education is a force multiplier that we cannot ignore." "What do you propose to provide?" Dr. Atkinson asked. "Clearly adequate classroom facilities -- although, if necessary, we are prepared to extract structures from the existing school..." Major Howard began. "What?" "Force bubble technology would allow us to extract uniquely suitable structures and carry them to the colony," the Major explained, "but as of this moment, we're unaware of any school structures that are truly unique." "I would tend to agree," the Dean mused, nodding. "We have commitments to the present student body..." "Commitments we intend to more than fulfill," Mark interjected. "We're prepared to evacuate not only the staff, but the entire student body. That's a guarantee of extraction, rather than an improved chance of extraction. In addition, the staff and students will gain access to technologies and information not released on Earth for fear that the Swarm will discover it here when they arrive. Every effort will be made to ensure that the school's knowledge base is updated constantly to the absolute latest data available to the human race." "Not all of the staff are, ahem, sponsor quality," Dr. Atkinson pointed out. The redhead blanched. "We don't propose to make them sponsors," Mark replied, "we can't, actually. But concubines perform a number of functions on Nuevo Angelino under the aegis of the Support Directorate, according to their skills and aptitudes. We don't allow it to interfere with procreation, which is a primary concubine function, but concubines have plenty of bandwidth. A credentialed teacher need not be a sponsor -- and need not be concerned unduly about the classic issues associated with a concubine's role. In the first place, certain of the restrictions placed upon us by the Confederacy regarding concubine conduct and sponsor responsibility for same have tended to be expressed somewhat more harshly that is absolutely necessary. Concubines are a resource -- a valuable resource -- and disposal of a concubine more or less at will by a sponsor just isn't done on Nuevo Angelino. I won't say that disposal of a concubine for any one of several reasons never occurs, but it doesn't without due process -- or a review at the very least. We're going to want to assign concubine-class teachers to sponsors -- or, at the very least, to a staff contact from the Support Directorate who will ensure that their needs are taken care of. They -- everyone, actually -- WILL inherit the secondary mission of propagating the human species, but the extended nature of the family unit on Nuevo Angelino is designed to facilitate sharing child-rearing responsibilities, so the impacts to their function as teachers should be minimized." Dr. Atkinson nodded. "There are some embarrassing seniority issues, too." "That will be a problem," Major Howard replied. "There is a basic expectation that a sponsor is a more valuable property than a concubine, so concubines in a supervisory position over sponsors are going to face issues. How many of these supervisors are actually performing duties that could be delegated to a good secretary?" Dr. Atkinson coughed. "Oh, my..." He looked embarrassed. "How well do you know the staff?" "We have dossiers," Mark admitted. "Some hard decisions will need to be made, but they are fewer than expected." There ensued ten hours of planning and negotiation. We Nuevo Angelinos came prepared to be open-handed, but it wasn't wise to just hand over everything on the first pass; any negotiator knows that the more you give away, the more your opponent wants. We and the school administration had to walk a fine line -- we had to attempt to attract the maximum number of parents, students, and staff to the extraction WITHOUT having the secret get out. Dr. Atkinson invited several staff members to his office during the day to assist in the planning. I was in charge of ensuring that those staff members were suitably inhibited against revealing the privileged information they were receiving and working with, using a device that induced a hypnotic state that the team AI then capitalized on to apply blocks, supplemented by certain tailored nannites. Now, nannites are too small to be sophisticated enough to actively control someone's tongue -- but they CAN detect stress levels and react to them. And if the individuals involved are prepped to become stressed when a particular subject came up in the wrong environment, inflicting uncontrollable nausea is one of the simpler possible deterrents. We were drafting a letter from Dr. Atkinson to parents encouraging them to appear for the upcoming Family Day celebration -- the event selected for the pickup -- when I looked at my wristwatch and exclaimed, "DAMN!" "Excuse me?" Susan Bowman, the redheaded secretary replied. "I, uh, have a date -- in fifteen minutes," I mumbled. The Major glared at me, but Nadine Epperson, the Curriculum Coordinator, said, "Well, I'm starved! Why don't we continue this somewhere quiet?" Dr. Atkinson nodded. "Antoine's has a private room, and the owner is the parent of two Seifort students. Let me make a call..." Ten heavily monitored minutes later, we had a table for ten for nine p.m. The Major gave me the eye, but waved for me to proceed, so I got on the phone... "Beth? It's Jack..." "Hi..." Beth sounded listless, but at least she wasn't yelling and screaming. "Hey, sorry I'm late -- we ran into some issues and the negotiations have gone into overtime..." I hurried to explain. "Uh huh..." Still listless. I have to do dinner with these guys, it turns out..." "Yeah, I understand..." Was that a sniffle? "So, uh, do you, um, have a dress or something?" I asked tentatively. She didn't sound happy -- maybe she'd had a shit day... "What?" "Well, I thought I'd pick you up and, you know, bring you along. They're going to a nice place, I'm told..." I stammered. "Uuuhhh ... You mean, like, dress-up? Fancy dinner out? With other people?" Beth asked. Her voice sounded really odd... "Yeah..." I wondered if she was afraid she would embarrass herself -- or me. "Hey, if they don't like the way you talk, fuck 'em, you know?" "I'll ... find something..." she said faintly. 'Maybe that's the problem... ' I thought, so I apologized, "Okay, I know it's short notice -- but it's supposed to be a nice place ... Antoine's? Maybe you've heard of it..." "Uh huh..." was all I got. It was REAL HARD to figure out where her head was. I decided to just assume that she was going to go. "Give me your address -- we have reservations for nine, so I'll come by and get you in an hour, okay?" I took her address, rolling my eyes at her attitude, and hung up. If Mark had heard much of that conversation at all, he'd have crapped all over me, for sure! ------- Having fucked up once, I made sure I knocked on her door more or less on the dot -- and some woman threw open the door and lit into me with, "Who are you? Where did you come from? Whatever possessed you to do that to my daughter?" Needless to say, I got REAL cautious! "What did I do?" 'If she says anything resembling 'deflower', I'm not going in there!' "That mark on her neck!" the woman accused, "I'm a married woman and my husband doesn't do that to me! That's just ... rude!" "Oh, yeah, um, sorry!" I replied, thanking God we weren't discussing anything serious. "Yes, well," she continued, eyeing me in irritation, "What were you two doing, anyway?" "Momma!" Thank God Beth threw herself into the fray! "Well?" 'Momma' turned to Beth and put her hands on her hips. "We were making out, okay?" Beth replied. "Making out ... When did all this start?" This couldn't lead to ANYTHING good. "Hey, uh," I interjected, "I'm sure we need to go into all this at some point, but we've got these dinner reservations..." I stepped forward and collected one of Beth's hands. "You look beautiful! Do you need a wrap?" "She has to wear a scarf on her neck!" 'Momma' complained, "because SOMEBODY insisted on sucking marks on it..." She knotted a translucent scarf around Beth's neck. Checkout Chickie made herself visible by coming forward with a knitted shawl. "Okay, I get it!" I rasped, drawing Beth forward. "I'll try not to get carried away!" I slingshot her forward through the door, probably overloading her balance in high heels from her gait, and got the Hell out of there! "See to it that you don't!" Mrs. Hopkins delivered her parting shot as I handed Beth into the car. "Whew!" I muttered as I got in the driver's side. "Think she would feel better if I gave you a matching mark on the other side?" Beth let out a nervous giggle and announced, "I'm NOT wearing this scarf!" She reached up and tugged it free. "Good," I replied. "If I like to mark my women, it's MY business -- and if you like being marked, it's YOURS!" Beth eyed me with an interesting expression on her face. "Am I your woman?" "Yes," I replied, as if I was stating the obvious. "Do you like being marked?" "Yes..." I'd seen that sidelong look before; she did. After a moment, she said, "I thought I scared you away this morning when I mentioned going to my house. Then you called late..." I turned this over in my head. "Sooo..." "I thought you were calling to beg off," she amplified. "I was happy you'd even done that; I wasn't expecting it." "So THAT'S why you were acting so weird!" I exclaimed. "Yes." She sat there, picking her fingers, not looking at me. "Most guys..." I just grunted. Most early twenty-something guys, maybe, but I'm thirty-six -- not that Beth knew that. Most young guys wouldn't have my agenda or my resources, either. But then, most young guys wouldn't have gotten wrapped around the axle by the likes of Beth... "I guess I'm not most guys," I admitted, at length. "I don't know why..." she murmured. "I don't either," I cut her off. "Let's not over-analyze it." We pulled into the valet parking drop-off for Antoine's, and I got out, collected my car check and circled the car to open the passenger door for Beth. "Let's not run like we did at my house," she muttered, "I'm not used to these heels." "We were escaping your mother," I chuckled. "They do wonderful things for your calves, though." Beth smiled. "How are you barefoot?" I added. THAT got me a look... But we were inside. "Dr. Atkinson's party," I told the host. "This way, please." I let Beth lead me as we followed a waiter to the private dining room. ------- The look on Mark's face was priceless; there could be no clearer indication that our tastes in women differed. Beth was a variant on an extremely common theme; Mark wouldn't have touched her with MY dick. Even the Major was amused. Nadine Epperson came forward graciously and said, "This must be the young lady who made it possible for me to finally eat dinner!" she said, taking Beth's hands. Beth blushed crimson and muttered, "Yeth..." Nadine grinned from ear to ear and murmured, "How sweet!" I looked over at Mark; you couldn't have duplicated that look of shock on his face if you'd hit him in it with a live catfish! I watched him, grinning, enjoying it as I seated Beth before responding to his urgent nods by telling her, "I'll be back in a moment..." and following him out of the room. "Are your eyes okay?" Mark asked, cornering me. "What about your ears? That girl LISPS!" "Precious, isn't it?" I grinned. "I don't get it," he muttered. "Clearly," I agreed. "This is a one-nighter, right?" "No," I replied. "She doesn't know it, but I'm taking her back with me." Mark shook his head, confused, so I just said, "Maybe she smells perfect or something. I haven't figured it out. But she's too cute for words as far as I'm concerned, and she's great motherhood material -- and I need that." "I'm guessing she fucks like a mink," Mark hazarded. "No complaints," I agreed. "Yet she was a virgin until last night," Mark mused. "That would seem to indicate that the locals don't see her as being too cute for words..." "Somehow that doesn't bother me," I replied. "It's your funeral," Mark murmured. "What are Tina and Dottie going to say?" "Tina's going to be thrilled to death -- and Dottie will continue to rule the roost -- but with fewer worries over domestic issues. It'll be fine," I assured him. "Famous last words..." With that, Mark waved me back into the dining room. ------- Dinner was an occasion for small talk and pleasantries. The owner, Jean-Baptiste Epalier, joined us for dessert. Dr. Atkinson brought us back to the subject at hand rather abruptly by asking, "Just how extensive are the resources available for the evacuation? Would there be assets available to allow Jean-Baptiste to duplicate this fine establishment at our destination?" That brought the three of us up with a jerk. "Doctor!" I erupted, "There are people at this table who are not vetted for this line of discussion!" "Jean-Baptiste has two students at Seifort," Dean Atkinson replied mildly, "he would be privy to it soon enough. Oh, you said 'people'." His head swiveled to Beth. "I'd assumed that Miss Hopkins was a candidate." I grimaced; how badly was this going to reflect on me? "She is," I admitted, "but for security reasons, I've not discussed the fact with her." "I guess you'd better now," the Major rumbled. I nodded and palmed my stinger, set at low power. I had a drug kit that allowed me to administer an injection that would cause a momentary memory loss -- but I couldn't give two at once... "Monsieur," I addressed the owner, "If you would join me over in the corner here, I'll bring you up to speed." Turning my head to regard my date, I added, "You, too, Beth." Both cooperated -- but neither was particularly unruffled. I addressed myself to Jean-Baptiste first. "Several of us at the table represent a Confederacy colony world," I explained. Beth gasped. "We are negotiating with the academy to evacuate the school -- staff, students, and families -- in the very near future." Jean-Baptiste blinked. "Student's families?" I nodded. "That's on the table. Clearly, we have security concerns; if Earth First were to find out, there would be a bloodbath. You have two possible roles -- co-conspirator, in which case I am going to have to ask you to undergo some hypnotic conditioning to maintain security -- or innocent pawn, in which case I would deliver an injection that would remove all memory of the past ten minutes or so. You might not even notice the lack of continuity." Jean-Baptiste eyed me. "As a co-conspirator..." "You would be in a position to assist more than just your family, perhaps," I replied, "not to mention the fact that you would be in a position to ensure that nothing untoward happened that might cause your family to be dispersed at a critical moment." "Is either course dangerous?" Jean-Baptiste asked. "Physically or mentally?" I replied, "Not particularly. As a co-conspirator, you will be able to discuss the project freely with others in the know, but will be inhibited against revealing it to the uninitiated. The inhibitions have a sliding scale to them -- the harder you try to reveal the secret, the more uncomfortable you will become. The memory injection takes moments to work, has no untoward side-effects, and flushes out of your system in minutes." Jean-Baptiste nodded. "I think I would like to participate." "Fine," I nodded. "Please examine the screen of this device..." I handed him the Game-Boy sized hypnosis generator, waited a few seconds to ensure that it was working, and turned to Beth. She looked bothered. "I think you lied to me, somewhere..." "I withheld the truth," I admitted. "Not because I wanted to, but because other people's lives depend upon it." "You don't plan to live here." It was a statement, not a question. "No." "You were going to leave..." "The plan was to offer to take you at pickup time," I explained. "Can I believe you?" She was hurt -- I could tell. "I had to walk a line," I explained. "I'm responsible for the lives of a LOT of people. In the normal course of events, I'd have filled my concubine allotment at pickup, just like everyone else -- but I met you -- at the wrong time -- and that complicated things." "You're already in the Confederacy..." "Navy," I supplied. "Then you have concubines." "Yes." "Then you can't take me." "I have an additional allotment," I explained. "Technically, the rules for concubine selection only apply at initial pickup. I'm allowed more now." "How many do you have?" she asked. "Two." "They're probably hot-looking." She was working herself up -- I could see it. "You were toying with me! You never..." "You are WRONG, young lady!" Mark appeared at my shoulder, drawn by the commotion. "He told me different, not two hours ago! And he has NO reason to lie to ME!" Beth, confused, looked from one of us to the other. "But ... why?" "You'll forgive me if I tell you that I have NO idea!" Mark replied, "and I don't think Jack does, either. But he says you have good scores for child rearing..." "Well, yeah..." Beth nodded. "That's a valid excuse, at least," Mark muttered. "It's not the reason; the reason seems to be that he's hung up on you, somehow. But it's an excuse." "That's pretty weird," Beth mused -- but she'd stopped clouding up, at least. "Any weirder than what we did last night?" I challenged. "Any weirder than you being here with me?" "No..." That 'cat that ate the canary' look stole over her features and she eyed me sidelong. "You're hung up on me?" "You first," I retorted. "Don't get any ideas; if you accept, I'll have the power of life and death over you -- you won't be wrapping me around your little finger!" Mark rolled his eyes. "That's a done deal already!" Beth surfaced an impish grin. "Okay." "Okay, what?" I prompted. "I'll go with you." "Fine," I grunted, taking the hypnotizer from Jean-Baptiste's slack fingers. "Get a load of this!" 'Is it registered?' I subvocalized. "Done," the AI replied. "The female Elizabeth Hopkins is now registered as your concubine." ------- The meeting went on until after midnight. There were a lot of details to be worked out. Planning guidance allowed for an average of four family members per student or faculty member, which pushed us out to around 18,000 people -- many of whom would come under the heading of 'a pig in a poke' from a usefulness perspective. We were likely to get ANYTHING -- the only criterion being that the individuals involved were related to a student or faculty member. We would be breaching the rules for selection criteria, even though we would be TRYING to create family groups in transit. The good news was that as an established colony we could more or less do as we pleased. This wasn't an 'official' pickup -- but it WAS being watched by the regular naval and fleet auxiliary forces who conducted this type of operation. Cube ships were new -- and their utilization would be a learning experience; we would be learning the hard way. Finally, though, the time came to take Beth home -- and face the music. ------- Chapter 5 Frieda: To know Beth is to love her like a sister — yeah, well, okay, we've done a couple of things sisters aren't supposed to do a couple of times, but that's another story ... I'm a little manic, but Beth is kind of a doofus and her speech problem makes her kind of shy and retiring, so I push her and she puts the brakes on me and between us we make, like, one decent chick — except for looks, I guess. I met her when she applied for the job at the grocery store and when I realized that she wasn't retarded or anything we hit it off and have been going strong ever since. Anyway, so, where was I? We'd been on shift since before noon and it was getting close to time to get off when this guy comes through my station with a bunch of stuff that wasn't real food. Decent-looking guy -- short brown hair, nice teeth, strong jaw, nice build, twenty-something ... Prime stuff, actually. So Beth comes over to bag him and the next thing I notice is that he's, like, ogling her hooters and drooling — which is kind of weird, since Beth has a kind of saggy-looking bust. I mean, I don't have much, but what I DO have doesn't sag too much. Beth's hooters look kind of, well, under-inflated. I must have telegraphed the whole thing because Beth looked up at me, flicked a look at him and turned away, all embarrassed; I remember thinking, 'Jeez, Hon! If the guy wants to look... ' but of course I couldn't say anything. She finished bagging him and asked me if she could shut down her station — and again, the guy acts like he's all fascinated — not in a negative way, either, which is odd in itself, since Beth has that lisp ... She goes after the cleaning stuff in the shelves under my station and her shirt rides up and the guy circles around and starts ogling her bare back and the strip of her panties that showed up because she was bent over. If he had been an old guy, it would have been really creepy, but even as it was it was unusual, to say the least! I popped a grin, thinking about how I was gonna rag Beth about it later, when she straightened up and caught him then glanced at me — then out of nowhere, the dude goes, "Hey, uh, you wouldn't want to go out or anything... ?" I was FLOORED — but Beth wasn't EVEN prepared for THAT shit! She got that 'deer in the headlights' look and stammers, "I don't think so..." Now, up to then, the guy could have been any one of a dozen kinds of weirdo, hot-looking or not — but he took 'no' REAL hard, tucked his tail between his legs and slinked off. Shit, I'd have told him 'yes' in a heartbeat! Beth, on the other hand, froze up ... I lit into her, hissing, "Beth! When is the last time a hot guy asked you out? I don't know what it was exactly, but he was INTO you -- and you just blew him off..." So Beth whines about how she'd freaked -- which made sense, since it probably the first time ever! Thinking fast, I snagged a handful of register coupons and handed them to her, then pushed her off to chase the guy down, crossing my fingers and hoping that she would remember to talk... She did. They went back and forth for a moment, then he looked over at me. I just looked back; it was too late to pretend I wasn't interested in the outcome. The next thing I know, Beth does this little hop and flounces back to me with this HUGE grin on her face. I took her in hand and we headed for the break room so I could make her halfway presentable. The next morning, Beth comes waddling in with a hickey on her neck! First she tried to bullshit me, then she opened up -- and lighting had struck! The guy had wined her and dined her, then the little idiot had gone back to his hotel with him, and BANG! Cherry-picking time! It was fast, but then Beth had a LOT of catching up to do, you know? Prince Charming probably didn't have to apply a hammerlock ... Then she tells me that she invited him to her house! Jeez, what a fuck-up! Even Beth knew the guy was gone, given a moment's sober reflection... Beth was dumped out -- and I was dumped out for her. We waited, hoping against hope for him to show up, but the end of the shift came and no call from Prince Charming -- or Jack, as that's what Beth said his name was. I decided to take her out and get her blasted to ease the pain and we were out in the parking lot deciding where to go when Beth's phone rings. I could tell by the look on her face that it was him -- and I couldn't decide whether calling her to beg off was better than just disappearing. Beth gives a couple of listless answers, then goes, "What? Uuuhhh ... You mean, like, dress-up? Fancy dinner out? With other people?" Then she, like, goes into shock... So she hangs up, and I ask, "What did he say, Hon?" And in this stunned voice, she says, "He asked me if I had anything to wear to Antoine's..." At that point, Beth totally lost it -- but there was no time to lose, so I drove her home. And I managed to get her momma moving in the proper direction, too, which was NO mean feat! Beth got her looks -- most of them, anyway -- from her momma -- but they're nothing alike, temperamentally. Beth's momma, Vera, has to be in charge of just about everything in sight -- and she takes no prisoners. Beth takes after her dad -- who probably never was in control of her family, even at the start. Vera freaked from the word 'go, ' having a fit over Beth's hickey and ranting about her being 'suddenly boy crazy, ' but I managed to convince her that dinner at Antoine's with a group of people wasn't exactly a sordid assignation. Of course, they'd already HAD their sordid assignation, but Vera didn't need to know that ... We got Beth dressed in something halfway decent -- it wasn't exactly a little black cocktail dress, but it was as close as we could whip up on short notice -- and no sooner did I pronounce her makeup presentable than Jack showed up at the door! Vera lit into him right away about the hickey, and would have carried it farther, but Beth surfaced some uncharacteristic gumption and drew some of her momma's fire. While Vera was rounding on Beth, Jack punched in again, trading off, telling her they needed to leave and sort of hanging out the idea that she could bring out the rack and thumbscrews at a later date. I tossed a shawl over Beth's shoulders and they got out of there -- leaving ME with Momma Vera, unfortunately... I was a single target; when Vera set her sights on me, there was no diversion. "So what do YOU know about this?" Vera asked, hands on her hips. 'Nothing' would have been an obvious lie and that easy penetration would have made a hole in my defenses for her to work with, so I said, "They met last night." "Last night?" "Yeah..." "You know she didn't come home last night..." 'Uh oh... ' "Really?" "Frieda..." Vera crossed her arms over her hooters. "Obviously, she wasn't with you..." Yeah, this wasn't going well ... time to switch tactics. "Jeez, Mrs. H! Beth FINALLY meets a guy who is into her and you have to treat it as ugly!" (Yeah, I know her name -- but I can't use it!) "What if he's only there to take her innocence?" Vera demanded. "Mrs. H! Why on Earth would a hot guy hunt down BETH just to take her cherry!" Vera wrinkled her nose at the whole 'cherry' thing. "They're out there!" "So are guys who would genuinely want to date Beth!" I retorted. "They're few and far between, OBVIOUSLY -- but that just means that YOU have to be a little more careful about not running them off!" While I was making a point, I decided to throw a serious punch, "You want her to be picked up, don't you?" "Well, yes..." "Okay, Mrs. H -- what is Beth gonna have to do to get picked up?" Vera looked mulish, so I knew I had her. "I'll tell you! She's gonna have to get naked and offer to blow a guy -- at least! More likely, she's gonna have to do more than that! Now, which would you prefer -- Jack, or some four hundred pound black guy with a couple of gold teeth and a bad attitude who's ONLY interested in taking her innocence -- and maybe won't take her afterward because she has NO IDEA what she's doing?" Mr. H, who had been in the background the whole time, wrinkled his face in disgust. "Frieda! Please!" "We need to deal with reality, Mr. H!" I protested. "If Beth gets picked up, you have to hope that whoever does it is a nice guy -- and it's the luck of the draw! When it happens, there isn't gonna be any tender romance -- she's gonna have to put her stuff out there and HOPE someone is vaguely interested, and she'll be going in BLIND! Jack, on the other hand, is into her -- I KNOW, I was THERE when they met! Even if you're right and he's a total scumbag, he's doing her a favor if he teaches her a few things!" "Frieda! That's DISGUSTING!" Vera ranted. "Maybe," I retorted, "but if you screw this up for Beth, she'll NEVER forgive you! Besides, you missed the IMPORTANT things when you started crawling all over Jack!" "Oh?" Vera snarled. "Like what?" "Did you ASK about his CAP score?" ------- Beth: Momma was all over Jack as soon as the door opened, ranting and raving about the hickey, for God's sake! She was vague about it, and Jack just kind of stood there; I could tell he was worried that my less-than-virginal state was the subject under discussion. "What did I do?" he asked cautiously. Momma was so busy ranting and raving that she totally missed the fact that Jack RELAXED when she revealed that it was the muffler burn she was worried about! He even apologized -- but then Momma moved on to more general questions and I realized that if things went very far at all, Momma would sniff out something important, so I stepped in, "Momma!" Of course, once I did, the inquisition moved to me... "Well?" Momma turned to me and put her hands on her hips. "We were making out, okay?" I replied, realizing that I couldn't carry this whole thing any better than Jack... "Making out ... When did all this start?" Momma demanded. Fortunately, Jack jumped in, reminding Momma that we had places to be -- right after which, he shifted the focus to me... "You look beautiful! Do you need a wrap?" I probably grinned like a fool; I KNOW I got all gooey inside! Momma fell back on ranting about the hickey and tied a scarf around my neck, and Frieda draped a shawl over my shoulders and Jack got me out of there -- too fast, almost, since when he hauled me toward the door he got me going at a rate that made balance on my heels a bit precarious! I managed not to fall, though -- somehow -- and he got me to the car, all the while fending off Momma's crap over the hickey; I knew we were BOTH happy that Momma hadn't scented the fact that Jack had marked me a lot more deeply than THAT! "Whew!"Jack said as he got in the car. "Think she would feel better if I gave you a matching mark on the other side?" I giggled and declared, "I'm NOT wearing this scarf!" then reached up and got rid of the thing. "Good," Jack replied. "If I like to mark my women, it's MY business -- and if you like being marked, it's YOURS!" 'His women!' "Am I your woman?" Butterflies fluttered in my stomach. "Yes," he replied, in a tone that said, 'of course... ' "Do you like being marked?" "Yes!" 'Mark me!' I thought, 'PLEASE!' I figured that I needed to explain myself a little, so I said, "I thought I scared you away this morning when I mentioned going to my house. Then you called late..." Jack cocked his head. "Sooo..." "I thought you were calling to beg off," I explained. "I was happy you'd even done that; I wasn't expecting it." "So THAT'S why you were acting so weird!" he exclaimed. "Yes." I sat there, picking my fingers. "Most guys..." He gave out a grunt and was quiet for a bit, then replied, "I guess I'm not most guys..." I couldn't believe it; I'd spent all day stewing over something that apparently hadn't even occurred to him! Of course, that STILL didn't explain why he even bothered with me. I gave voice to the thought, "I don't know why..." "I don't either," he replied, cutting me off. "Let's not over-analyze it." It was Antoine's all right; Momma probably thought he was gonna take me to Burger King, but we pulled up at the portico and a valet reached for my door ... When Jack came around to take my arm I begged him not to drag me inside as rapidly as he'd gotten me out of the house. "We were escaping your mother," he replied, chuckling. "They do wonderful things for your calves, though." TWO compliments in fifteen minutes! Buoyed by the attention, I probably glowed. Then he came out with, "How are you barefoot?" From the teasing look on his face, he might as well have added, 'and pregnant!' Suddenly, I was wet, looking at him ... I stumbled along between him and a waiter, wondering if he knew how deftly he was pushing my buttons... The next thing I knew some woman my mother's age was greeting me, showing a lot of teeth and apparently blaming me for dinner or something. I stammered out something and she detected my lisp and said it was 'sweet'; I probably turned purple from embarrassment. After a minute or two, though, I decided she was trying to be nice and put me at my ease instead of being catty -- which was good, because some guy who had been eyeing me like I was not fit to grind into hamburger dragged Jack off, leaving me with the group of strangers. There were eight or ten people at the table; it was clearly a business meeting -- not that I'd ever been to one -- even though everyone kept the discussion away from business while we ate. Jack and the guy who disapproved of me -- Mark something? -- and some guy they called Major Harold were comfortable with one another, but they apparently didn't know the toothy woman, whose name was Nadine something, or the head guy on the other side of the table -- a Dr. Atkinson -- very well. There were several others, including a well-maintained redhead a few years older than me who was getting some attention from that Mark guy, but she was doing a lot more keeping her head down than strutting her stuff. Somebody was a bigwig, obviously, because the owner of Antoine's showed up for dessert; I figure THAT doesn't happen much. I was sitting there playing with my tiramisu and wondering if I was going to gain five pounds from eating it when Dr. Atkinson put his napkin down and started jabbering about an evacuation -- and could the staff at Antoine's go? Jack freaked, visibly! "Doctor! There are people at this table who are not vetted for this line of discussion!" "Jean-Baptiste has two students at Seifort," Dean Atkinson replied mildly, "he would be privy to it soon enough. Oh, you said 'people'." His head swiveled to me -- along with about a dozen others. "I'd assumed that Miss Hopkins was a candidate." Jack got REAL unhappy. "She is, but for security reasons, I've not discussed the fact with her." The Major turned to him and said, "I guess you'd better do that now..." Jack nodded, took a moment to get his shit together, and waved me and the restaurant owner over to a corner. He took care of the guy first, which was a little irritating, but that was the least of the shocks... "Several of us at the table represent a Confederacy colony world," Jack announced. I must have said something, because Jack gave me a look. Frankly, I was FLOORED! What did this mean? "We are negotiating with the academy to evacuate the school -- staff, students, and families -- in the very near future," Jack went on. I just sat there, blinking. Holy Shit! He was talking about a pickup! A HUGE pickup! The restaurant guy -- Jean-Baptiste something -- blinked. "Student's families?" Jack nodded. "That's on the table." He went on to explain that if Jean-Baptiste didn't want to know, he could fix it that way -- or he could fix it so he could be in on things, but not tell anyone. It sounded complicated. Jean-Baptiste asked a question about what the benefits were... "You would be in a position to assist more than just your family, perhaps," Jack replied, "not to mention the fact that you would be in a position to ensure that nothing untoward happened that might cause your family to be dispersed at a critical moment." "Is either course dangerous?" Jean-Baptiste asked. "Physically or mentally?" Jack replied, "Not particularly. As a co-conspirator, you will be able to discuss the project freely with others in the know, but will be inhibited against revealing it to the uninitiated. The inhibitions have a sliding scale to them -- the harder you try to reveal the secret, the more uncomfortable you will become. The memory injection takes moments to work, has no untoward side-effects, and flushes out of your system in minutes." Jean-Baptiste nodded. "I think I would like to participate." "Fine," Jack nodded. "Please examine the screen of this device..." Jack handed him something that looked like a Game-Boy, watched him a few seconds, and turned to me. I wasn't happy. I didn't know THIS Jack. What was I -- a little overnight fun for a traveling salesman? "I think you lied to me, somewhere..." "I withheld the truth," Jack replied, looking apologetic, "not because I wanted to, but because other people's lives depend upon it." "You don't plan to live here," I accused. "No." "You were going to leave..." "The plan was to offer to take you at pickup time," Jack offered up as an excuse. 'Yeah, right!' SURE he was! "Can I believe you?" "I had to walk a line," Jack explained. "I'm responsible for the lives of a LOT of people. In the normal course of events, I'd have filled my concubine allotment at pickup, just like everyone else -- but I met you -- at the wrong time -- and that complicated things." "You're already in the Confederacy..." I waited for him to fill in a service. "Navy." "Then you have concubines," I accused. "Yes." "Then you can't take me." I'm not stupid -- everybody knows that you only get so many... "I have an additional allotment," Jack replied. "Technically, the rules for concubine selection only apply at initial pickup. I'm allowed more now." "How many do you have?" I asked, wondering if I believed that. "Two." "They're probably hot-looking." It was lies -- all lies! The whole thing was just about him getting a little on the side in a foreign port; he WAS a sailor, after all... "You were toying with me! You never..." "You are WRONG, young lady!" Suddenly, that guy Mark was there, horning in over Jack's shoulder. "He told me different, right after you got here! And he has NO reason to lie to ME!" What? THAT didn't make sense... "But ... why?" Could I believe this guy? I mean, he was with Jack, right? "You'll forgive me if I tell you that I have NO idea!" Mark replied, "and I don't think Jack does, either. But he says you have good scores for child rearing..." "Well, yeah..." I admitted. I do, after all... "That's a valid excuse, at least," Mark muttered. "It's not the reason; the reason seems to be that he's hung up on you, somehow. But it's an excuse." "That's pretty weird," I muttered. This Mark didn't think much of me, obviously -- so why should he bother, unless he was telling the truth? All he had to do was leave things alone... "Any weirder than what we did last night?" Jack pressed. "Any weirder than you being here with me?" "No..." I started feeling better. 'That Mark guy said... ' "You're hung up on me?" "You first," Jack grunted, making it clear that he knew he was at a disadvantage. "Don't get any ideas; if you accept, I'll have the power of life and death over you -- you won't be wrapping me around your little finger!" Mark rolled his eyes. "That's a done deal already!" I couldn't help it; I grinned. I knew a winning poker hand when I saw one -- and Jack does NOT have a poker face! "Okay." "Okay, what?" "I'll go with you." "Fine." Jack snatched the Game Boy from the restaurant guy and handed it to me, "Get a load of this!" It looked like a screen saver to me -- but it WAS fascinating ... Something poked my finger, I think... The next thing I remember was Jack pulling me in for a kiss. "Go eat your dessert." He patted me on the butt and I staggered back to the table, tottering on my heels. Jack put a couple of devices on the table and Jean-Baptiste, the restaurant guy, went out for a couple of minutes and closed the door when he came back -- and the conversation turned into something AMAZING! They were planning on taking half the town, it seemed like! Everybody was worried that they would get criminals and nutcases and God knew what -- and it made sense, I guess. Seifort Academy was a private school -- and that meant money -- and it was a good guess that SOME of it would be dirty ... The trick was that they had been somewhat selective with the student body in the first place, so very few parents would be a problem -- but other relatives could turn out to be unpredictable. There was also an issue with people being bigwigs but having low CAP scores -- which was gonna be a come-down for them. Basically, the pickup day -- Saturday, during the big Family Day celebration -- was going to be major zoo time... Finally, we packed it in and Jack took me to the front and we got in his car. There were some open questions, obviously, starting with "Where to?" I asked that one... "We have ... options," Jack said slowly. "Technically, as far as the Confederacy is concerned, you are mine -- to do with as I please..." "What?" I asked, "Don't I have to sign something or something?" "Nope," Jack replied. "The Confederacy doesn't do it that way. I asked, and you said yes. Technically, that's the last decision you get to make; I own you now. You're mine -- in ways you probably never planned on." "So..." "So I don't have to ask your parents. I don't even have to ask YOU!" Jack replied. "I can take you back to my hotel room -- or even to the ship in orbit -- wherever I want, basically." "So where are we going?" I asked. "I'm taking you home," Jack replied, shrugging. He put the car in gear. It was funny; I knew the answer before he gave it. "Why?" "You can have a few more days," he said, then glanced over at me. "They can go..." "They won't," I replied. "Momma says we'll win. We're too ornery." Jack pursed his lips. "We are, and we will -- but it might not be here." We rode in silence for a bit, while I absorbed this. "It won't matter," I said, finally. Having put that thought aside, I moved on, though... "What about Frieda?" ------- Jack: "Who is Frieda?" I exclaimed. "Do I know her?" "No," Beth replied, then looked slightly furtive. "Well, yes and no. You met her -- at the checkout. She was at the house, too." Beth eyed me sidelong. "We're not related -- but she's my big sister, you know?" "Oh." I considered this. No doubt Beth was referring to the girl I had labeled in my personal catalog as 'Checkout Chickie.' Funny, I hadn't even looked at her... "Is she the one who does your makeup?" Beth grinned crookedly. "Yeah, I know -- too much eyeliner. It's her thing. She does good, otherwise." "I'll meet her," I told Beth. "No promises." "Okay." Beth seemed satisfied with that. "How many slots do you have?" I eyed her. "I don't know -- do you have a list or something?' "No," Beth replied, smiling crookedly. "I'm just wondering how hard I'm going to have to twist your arm. How many supermodels are on YOUR list?" I snorted. "Zero. I have no interest in the uselessly decorative." "Well, you have me..." Beth's eyes danced. "See?" I retorted. "Now I have to find a couple of galley slaves to make up for you!" That got a giggle -- and a laugh from me, because Beth snorts when she giggles! It was hilarious! I pulled into the driveway, then thought better of it and moved the rental car back onto the street. "I'm not going to take a lot of crap," I announced. It was brave noises; I was wondering if I was going to end up sleeping alone. Beth didn't argue; she tucked herself against me and said, "Okay." There was a light on, but the door was locked. Beth produced a key and let us in. 'Momma' was in the living room, reclining in front of the TV. She was awake; I waited for her to say something while Beth removed her shawl and her shoes. 'Momma' pushed the recliner to the vertical and sat up. "Jack, is it?" "Yes, Ma'am." "What's your CAP score, Jack?" "Six point seven." "Is that a fact," she mused. "I don't suppose..." I grimaced; she was calling my bluff -- which wouldn't be a problem -- except I was holding five aces. I didn't HAVE a CAP card; I had a Confederacy Armed Forces Identification Card that contained my CAP score, among other things. She raised an eyebrow; I thought, 'To Hell with it, ' and drew out my ID wallet. 'Momma' wasn't stupid, by any means. "This says you're already in the Confederacy military," she declared, eyeing me as she returned it "Yes." "What does that mean, exactly?" 'Momma' flashed a look at Beth. "It means Beth is leaving with me," I replied quietly. "That isn't 'Maybe, someday, ' either, is it?" I shook my head. "No, 'Soon, ' is more like it." Momma's face worked. "You didn't even have to bring her back." "No, I didn't." "We're going upstairs," Beth said quietly. Her eyes challenged her mother's. Momma's eyes slid from Beth's to mine. "Good night, then." She got up and walked out. Beth stood there for a moment, then rubbed her face. "Wow!" "I gather you didn't expect that," I murmured. "Not EVEN!" "Let's be grateful for small favors," I murmured. "Lead on." Beth took my hand and led me up the stairs to her bedroom. It was predictably frilly, complete with stuffed animals and a canopy bed. As long as it held us, I didn't care ... It was after one in the morning and I had a busy day in front of me, so the plan from my perspective was to cuddle up to my new concubine and get a good night's sleep. Beth, on the other hand, had different ideas... ------- Chapter 6 Jack: While I was getting undressed, she headed off to the bathroom and returned in a shapeless but thin nightie (not translucent, exactly -- except from wear -- or lingerie grade, by any means -- it was yellow cotton with a pattern of flowers or something on it). I gave her a look and she blushed and said, "You don't want to see my fat butt and saggy boobs." In answer, I flipped the top sheet and blanket off me; I sleep raw any time I can get away with it -- and I considered this to be one of those occasions. Beth's hands flew to her cheeks and she gasped, "Oh!" -- but she didn't peel out of that thing right away. Instead, she came around to the side of the bed and turned her back to me before divesting herself and backing under the covers. I chuckled. "I don't suppose that it has occurred to you that your fat butt and saggy boobs are what got us here..." I murmured as I stuck my cock between the cheeks of the first item and collected a generous handful of the other. "Were they?" Beth had no problem backing up against me, I noted. "The jury is still out, but if I were to throw a rock, I'd say they were instrumental," I murmured in her ear. "You're a weird, weird guy," Beth husked, adding, "thank God..." She wriggled around a bit and reached between her legs and rearranged my cock so that it ran between them pressed against her nether lips. That was fine with me; I relaxed and nuzzled her neck and played with her soft, soft titty, intending to drift off that way. Beth had other ideas, though, beginning with rocking herself along my meat -- which solidified under the attention, then got nice and wet from the lubrication along her slot. The urge to sleep slowly took a back seat to other urges -- in both of us. Next, she leaned forward while grasping my rod and reorienting it against her opening, after which she wrapped a hand around my upper thigh and pulled, urging me to bury myself in her. I held out for a moment, "Aren't you tired? I figure you're sore..." "I want mine before I have to deal with the competition," Beth husked. "This is my honeymoon." I pressed forward, into her steaming depths. "This isn't marriage," I reminded her. "No, it's better!" she gasped. We were beyond philosophy, at that point -- it was time to fuck. Very quickly it became apparent that I didn't have adequate leverage with us lying on our sides to give the energetic fuck we both wanted, so I rolled her up on her knees. Beth stuck her face in a pillow, but the damned headboard kept banging the wall. I ended up handling that by turning Beth sideways in the bed. That limited us to some squeaks, Beth going "Mmmm! Mmmm!" into the pillows, and me panting a lot. You can talk about that ass all you want, but watching those cheeks shudder under my hands while I slammed into her pussy worked for me! Once again, it was prime pussy -- difficult to describe, but Tina and Dottie were in trouble from a pleasure delivery point of view. I lasted maybe ninety seconds before Li'l Jack blew the first time -- and after a short pause to enjoy it I just resumed stroking, starting slow and building back up. Beth did NOT complain; I heard the whine and felt the clutch of her cunt I'd learned to associate with her climax at least four times before Li'l Jack hosed her a second time, four or five minutes later. I rocked back on my heels and prepared to drag Beth around to our starting position; Beth came up on her hands to cooperate, then froze, looking in the mirror attached to her dresser. I followed her glance and discovered her mother standing in the doorway in a similar nightgown; her hand was drifting away from where the cloth was slowly unwrinkling and dropping back into place in front. Momma Hopkins pretended nothing untoward had occurred while she murmured, "I came in to ask you not to bang the headboard against the wall; your father is a deep sleeper, but there are limits..." I turned to face her directly. "Sorry about that. I fixed it as soon as it got to be a problem." Momma Hopkins answered Li'l Jack, not me -- she was talking to him in a manner that I'd spoken to any number of nice looking titties in my time when she replied, "That was some exhibition you two put on." I shrugged. "The early plan was sleep, but Beth seems to feel that she should take whatever opportunities present themselves." "Hmmmm, yes," Momma Hopkins mused. She shifted her attention to her daughter. "That wasn't your first time. How long... ?" Beth blushed nearly purple. "Last night. With Jack. I ... lied. I wasn't drunk -- we were asleep, after." Momma nodded, seemingly taking it all in stride. "I'm going to bed now," she announced, "and will try to sleep. You should, too." Her attitude said that either Papa Hopkins was going to be awakened from his sound sleep, or Momma was going to do some serious masturbation before sleep overcame her. Well, that wasn't MY problem... ------- Beth's work schedule made her a late sleeper, but I had things to do, so she set the alarm for six. I managed not to destroy the thing and rolled out headed for the bathroom that Beth pointed out to me before sleepily announcing, "I'll make you some coffee..." and padding off in that nightgown. I showered and thanked God that I'd had my beard's growth retarded quite a bit; I'd passed on the option to have it removed altogether as sometimes facial hair is a fashion thing with males. Climbing into my clothing from the day before wasn't the greatest thing, but I had time to pop by the hotel and swap out. As I came down the stairs, a male voice sounded in the kitchen, "You're up early..." I peeked around the corner to see Beth turn to her father, who was seated at the table drinking coffee, "Yes, Daddy." Momma was in the background, watching the tableau -- and enjoying it, no doubt. She picked me up visually, but said nothing. "You were quite late again," Mr. Hopkins noted. "Your mother didn't come to bed until very late. What are you up to these days?" Beth turned pink -- but hit a brick wall, no doubt from a certain reticence over discussing her blooming sex life as well as the hypnotic blocks she had in place. After she tried a couple of times, she flicked a glance at her mother, but merely got amusement in return; Momma was unaware that she was inhibited. It was time to do something... "Hi," I announced myself, stepping around the door. "I'm Jack." Mr. Hopkins's glance shifted from me to Beth, who was looking relieved if apprehensive, to his wife, who wore an expression of vindictive amusement. "All right -- what's going on?" Momma chose to reply, "Oliver, meet your son-in-law -- or as close as we're going to get, anyway." That put all eyes back on me. "Pleased to meet you," I muttered, advancing a bit into the room, but trying not to appear too aggressive. "I didn't intend that you be surprised." "I don't think you could have avoided it," Mr. Hopkins replied, eyeing me for a moment, then shifting his glance to his daughter. "When did this all start? And when were you going to tell someone?" Before she could stammer out an answer, he returned his attention to me, "I assume the uproar last night wasn't your first date." Stepping carefully, I said, "It's all been rather sudden..." "Oliver is no fool, Young Man," Momma interjected, "Show him what you showed me." I pursed my lips, considering, and nodded. "Fine." Reaching into my wallet, I extracted my ID and presented it. "Armed forces of..." Oliver Hopkins stopped and eyed me. "Forgive me if I'm wrong, but a CAP card qualifies you for citizenship, but doesn't make you a citizen. THIS, on the other hand..." "You're correct," I confirmed. "I've been off-planet for a couple of years." Oliver flicked a glance at his wife. "What's this about you being my son-in-law? Vera..." 'So THAT's her name!' I mused. "Well, as your wife indicated, that isn't accurate -- but Beth has been a concubine since sometime last night." "Concubine..." Oliver eyed his daughter. "Usually, they don't hang around..." "Well, this is a special case," I replied, "since it isn't an extraction. I'm here on official business..." "Why Beth?" Oliver cut me off. "If I had a nickel for every time someone asked me that..." I shook my head. "We clicked, okay?" "It's pretty abrupt," Oliver noted, "but then, if it HAD been an extraction, it would have been considerably MORE abrupt, wouldn't it?" His gaze swung to his daughter. "Your friend Frieda pointed that out last night." He mused for a moment, "In fact, why are you still here? If Beth's status is what you say it is..." I grimaced. "I'm running what my superiors would no doubt consider an unjustified security risk," I admitted, "but I thought it might be nice if Beth got a chance to say goodbye. As to her status, these contracts are verbal and recorded, but documentary evidence..." my AI announced. "Hang on a sec..." I addressed Oliver. 'How?' I subvocalized to the AI. the AI announced. "You have a computer?" I asked. "In my office," Oliver replied. "If you'll show it to me, I think I can verify things for you." "Indeed." Oliver got up. "Does either one of you intend to get Jack some coffee? Beth, this would seem to come under your list of duties..." He paused, eyeing her, and I knew the more publicized duties of a concubine were flickering through his brain. Beth turned away and busied herself with a cup. We waited while she got it, Oliver eyeing his daughter in mild sadness; I had a good idea why. She wasn't his little girl any more... Beth turned back to me with a cup, ignoring her parents out of embarrassment. "Cream? Sugar?" I smiled gently, taking it from her. "Like that." Turning to Oliver, I said, "Shall we?" He led the way; Beth followed me, and Vera followed her. The computer was up and running; Oliver logged in and invited me to take over the keyboard. The AI provided a URL, letter by letter, and I typed it in. he computer then produced this on an electronic representation of Confederacy Consular stationery: ------- "Let it be known to all who view these presents that Elizabeth Grace Hopkins (there followed her birth date and CAP card serial number), hereinafter referred to in this document as concubine, is the bound concubine of LT Jack LeRoy Harper, CSN (there followed my identification data), hereinafter referred to as sponsor, effective (there followed a time stamp that converted to about a quarter to eleven p.m. the previous evening, converted to UTC) in accordance with the validated verbal contract recorded at that time. As such, the sponsor holds sole proprietary rights and responsibility over said concubine effective as of the conclusion of said contract." There was more verbiage about the document's value in the disposition of Beth's estate and the remuneration of her creditors and such, and it was signed by some Decurion with a signature block indicating that he was the custodian of records for the Confederacy Consulate on Earth. "Well, that's it..." I waved at the screen. "I'd never seen one before, but there it is." "I have," Oliver muttered. "You didn't know how to get there, either, did you? You've been talking to one of those AIs..." "Yeah." Oliver was even less stupid than his wife, I noted. The AI agreed. "Oliver Hopkins's CAP score is six point nine. Vera Braithewaite Hopkins possesses a five point nine. Their relationship, however, is somewhat the reverse of the one their CAP scores indicate." I chuckled. Vera was the boss -- CAP score or no CAP score. Still, if Vera could swallow her pride, I could evacuate the pair justifiably. That led to another question: "Where are Beth's sisters and brother?" "They've all ... left the nest," Oliver said quietly, flicking a glance at Beth. I got it; oldest or not, Beth's horizons had been limited in comparison to her sisters and brother. I sipped my coffee, thinking. I'd painted myself into a corner; I was going to have to do something about Beth's family, since they knew too much. "Do you have any plans to emigrate?" Not surprisingly, Vera answered. "No. You'll kick these Swarm things to the curb. We'll be fine." I pursed my lips. "I agree with you -- but there is a little problem regarding the timeline," I sighed. "We're going to do it -- AFTER we've grown a lot and spread out as a race. Whether Earth will be in their hands or ours is open to question." "Told you," Oliver grunted to his wife. Vera's face turned red. "Ollie..." "If I may?" I interjected. "You'll have a few early run-ins with the AIs, but if Oliver wants to delegate his domestic situation to you he can." "What?" Vera came up short. "I'm assuming that you object to assuming the role traditionally assigned to concubines," I amplified. "You're damned right!" Vera flared. "I REFUSE to be treated like stupid breeding stock! Besides, Ollie is..." "Not domestically oriented?" I offered. Vera pursed her lips. "That's one way of putting it." "Let's work our way back to the basics," I murmured. "Do you object to a little additional breeding?" "I'm too old." "You won't be." "Right." She eyed me dispassionately. I hadn't put my ID away. "Look at the age on that." Vera took the card -- and her eyebrows rose dramatically. "You're thirty-six?" she erupted. Beth gasped. "Yes," I admitted. "I hope it doesn't matter to you, because it's too damned late," I told Beth. "No," Beth muttered, "it doesn't. Are there any MORE surprises?" She DID look mildly irritated; to her, it was another lie. "I don't think so, but I'm not sure," I told her. "If there are, they'll be omissions that will occur just because I don't realize they're relevant." "I'd heard about this fountain of youth thing, but, really..." Vera muttered. "Everybody gets it?" "Everyone who needs it, I guess," I replied. "Of course, your sponsor determines where you are regressed to and what other adjustments get made." "That again." Vera's eyes flicked to Oliver. I turned to Oliver, "So how urgent is your need to wriggle out from under Vera's thumb?" I asked, deadpan. "I've been comfortable there for years," Oliver replied blandly. "Work is another matter -- but I'm not interested in dictating what I'm going to have for dinner -- or even what I'm going to wear to work, for that matter." "Which is a good thing!" Vera snorted, adding, "He can't match ANYTHING!" "My senior concubine runs my household," I told them. "I need to focus on work. If I don't like something, I mention it and it gets adjusted -- but I don't get stupid about it." Vera eyed Beth. "How many concubines do you have?" "Three, counting Beth. Beth isn't senior -- but she's more gifted at nurturing children than the other two. She's going to be 'Momma' at my house." Beth absorbed this with a glazed expression. "One of the others will handle overall organization of the household, but the children will be Beth's province -- all of them. She'll be Number Two, since one of my concubines is a bit ditzy," I added. Vera nodded. "That should work." "I'm sure having her mother up the street would help," I murmured. "Back to breeding..." Vera eyed Oliver. "I guess I could go around again a few times ... He would get two, you know." I cracked a smile. "Undoubtedly, you would see to it that the other concubine knew her place." Vera pursed her lips. "You know, I sensed that you weren't twenty-something..." "In public, you'll have to obey the rules and behave yourself," I told her, adding, "but you do that already, don't you? What goes on in your household is between you and your sponsor -- and as long as you don't exceed certain limits, it won't be an issue." "Why are we discussing this?" Oliver asked. Vera knew the answer. "There is going to be an extraction," she declared. "At the very least, Jack can extract us -- isn't that right, Jack?" "That's right," I agreed. "Before I tell you more, I need to take some measures to ensure the security of the ongoing mission -- or I can just have you picked up now -- take your pick." Oliver sucked his teeth. "How long do we have?" "Sorry..." I shrugged. "What kind of measures?" Vera asked. "Hypnotic inhibitions against discussing the whole thing with anyone not in the know," I replied, "reinforced by nannites that will make life difficult for you if you attempt to reveal anything." "You become nauseated," Beth interjected. "I did, when I was trying to come up with answers to a couple of Daddy's questions this morning." "That's sneaky," Vera grunted. "It's effective," I agreed. "It's been done to Beth?" Oliver clarified. "Yes. She got exposed to too much information last night," I replied. "It was that or transport her immediately." Oliver eyed his daughter. "I'm fine," Beth insisted. I stood waiting. Vera eyed Oliver, "Ollie..." Oliver grinned evilly, licking his eyeteeth, pretending they were long fangs. After a moment, though, he sobered and stamped his foot, "There is only so much foolishness I'll put up with, Vera! Getting us both killed to salve your pride goes a bit beyond, don't you think?" "Oh all right!" Vera clearly wasn't happy, but she bent the neck. It wouldn't be the last time, I mused, but I suspected that ultimately what Ollie wanted, Ollie got, anyway. "Okay, to clarify things," I queried, "I'm recording a consent to be evacuated for a sponsor, and an acceptance of concubine status..." "Yes." Oliver nodded. "Yes, yes, all that..." Vera waved it off. It was killing her; I could tell. "The things I do for you," she accused her husband. Oliver cocked an eyebrow. "Don't irritate me or I'll demand fellatio..." "OLIVER!" I HAD to laugh... ------- We decided that they would 'hang out' for the 'big pickup', so I went out to the rental car and got the hypnotizer out of my briefcase. Vera went first; while Oliver was being conditioned, I took it upon myself to educate my concubine's mother... "There are some cold realities here," I told her. "For one thing, your contract with Oliver isn't marriage. There is no reason why you can't consider it such -- in some ways, it is more -- but it isn't as ... comfortable on your end as marriage was." Vera sat down in a chair. Beth did, too, her attention on me. "Let's hear it," Vera sighed. "There are some ugly tales out there -- and a lot of them are true; however, on Nuevo Angelino, which is where we're going, the mistreatment of concubines is distinctly frowned upon. That said, you don't have the rights you do here. Oliver can drop you like a hot rock at any time, or trade you to someone else -- whatever he wants. He can change his mind before he's extracted and leave you here, too. I'm betting he won't do anything like that because you give him what he wants, but if he's coming up short anywhere, you may need to re-think your position..." "Ugh." "That comment about demanding fellatio? At some point, you might have to take that seriously," I added, "Maybe in a very public venue. Oliver may not be interested in asserting himself over you in private -- but if he lets you ride him in public, it won't be good for his relations with others on the job, among other things. I don't know how well you control such things now, but you're going to have to be circumspect." Vera's face was a study in horror. "He wouldn't, would he?" "He might not, but he can. And if you refuse, you put yourself -- and him -- on shaky ground," I told her. "The overarching rules for concubines demand obedience -- period. In the event that you get out of line in public, it is his responsibility to correct you -- and if he can't, it will reflect VERY BADLY upon him." I eyed her. "You're not going to like this, but ... It's kind of like him taking out his dog for a walk and it biting someone else -- or threatening to. He needs to deal with it -- and if he doesn't, and other people get into the mix, the question will be opened as to whether he should own a dog or not..." Vera grimaced. "Ewwww! I'm a dog?" I couldn't control my face. "Out with it!" she snarled. "A bitch, maybe..." If Beth hadn't giggled, there would have been trouble. As it was, I got a dark brown look before Vera took the comment in the vein of its delivery. Then she smiled ruefully and nodded, "I guess I resemble that remark." "It's worked for you up to now," I murmured, "but it is going to leave you with bad habits. Frankly, I've seen a LOT of wives get into serious trouble -- they tend not to get it. I foresee that you might have a rough time." "Speaking of such things," Vera muttered, "Oliver doesn't have to limit himself, does he?" I flicked a glance at Oliver, who was back from hypnosis. "No, he doesn't. In fact, since there is an imperative for him to reproduce, he'll be encouraged to add a second concubine. He doesn't have to, but, again, it will reflect -- especially if you act up and get him in trouble. If he doesn't have another woman under his thumb..." Oliver sat there, pensive; I asked the AI and it told me that he was probably reliving the conversation to this point -- something the AI had set up as part of his conditioning. Vera sat watching her husband until he looked up, and the pair of them eyed one another, poker-faced. "I see there are some issues," he murmured. "This can be handled gently," I pointed out, "but Vera really, REALLY has to has to understand her role. The normal method is kind of a shock to the system, scare everyone to death during briefings after the extraction. More often than not, someone screws up in the first twenty-four hours and the whole thing gets put down rather brutally, as an object lesson to the others -- and usually, it is an ex-wife who thinks she's STILL a wife." I eyed Vera for a moment. "I'm going to be rude here. Women who spent time during the extraction on their knees with a strange cock in their mouth or on their back with one between their legs tend to have a more basic understanding of the situation. Babying an ex-wife based upon her previous relationship tends not to help her in the long run." Vera sighed. "Yeah, that was rude. But it DOES state the case, I guess. We're ... going to need to talk." I nodded. "While I'm being rude, I need to reiterate that Oliver can take your advice in these matters -- or leave it." I looked at my watch. "I need to leave. I will return when I can and we can discuss this further this evening. I don't know how late I will be, but I will speak to Beth when I do." I paused. "This thing is going to happen on Saturday, so you need to wrap up anything that needs doing by then -- preferably without telegraphing anything. You won't be taking anything you can't carry, and money means nothing where you're going; similarly, the Confederacy will clean up any claims on your estates after you're gone. Personal issues, you may want to look into. Where are Beth's brother and sisters?" "Travis is extracted -- Fleet Auxiliary," Oliver replied. "Maureen is ... waiting, I think; she can carry herself, with a six point six. Judith..." He shrugged. "She's married. Neither of them makes the cut-off." I nodded. "I'm going to air this -- you can act on it or not. Traditional moral imperatives regarding incest are generally ignored. Confederacy medical technology can and will deal with any low-probability problems resulting from a first pass at inbreeding. What I'm saying is that you can choose to take Judith -- but you'll be taking her as your second, and will be expected to use her as such. Or we can see to it that she and her husband are invited to the pickup and they can take their chances. From what I've been given to understand at this point, we'll be more or less processing people like cattle, so they'll probably go -- but ANYTHING can happen in orbit, since we can't predict who will get assigned to any particular sponsor. The likely event is that they'll be split up. For a number of reasons, this whole thing is going to be a zoo -- it's very experimental." Both their faces ran a gamut of expressions during this. "Thanks -- I think," Vera muttered. I sighed. "It's not pretty -- real life so seldom is..." I turned to Beth. "Frieda ... Bring her around. I'm making no promises. Ultimately, we can put her in with the herd, I guess, but I think you want more for her..." "Yes," Beth nodded solemnly. "We'll see." I gave her a kiss -- and made sure it was a good one; it had been a rough morning and would likely get worse. "I have to go." "Goodbye..." She held onto my arm, so I gave her another kiss before breaking free. "I need to go, too, if all is to appear normal," Oliver asserted. Closing on his concubine/wife, he hugged her and delivered a kiss. "We'll talk tonight -- a lot, I expect. Try not to dwell too much on the downside of this." He was right behind me as I hit the door; I suspect that it is a male thing to want to get the Hell away from highly emotional situations... ------- I had a long, ugly day coming up. First, I had to go to the hotel and change, then teleport down a larger version of the hypnotizer and install it in the gym. It would be used several times over the next few days, first on the faculty, then the students, and ultimately on everyone else, probably, just to get things under control. This was all going to be REALLY tricky ... I frankly wondered why we didn't use the thing in normal pickups, but when you think about it, it isn't necessary, and would require time pickup teams usually don't have to set up. This was a unique situation, one in which we had time, but no external controls -- no interdiction field, for instance, until the last minute... The handheld device relied upon injection to supply nannites to the subject; a little needle popped out of the thing while you were holding it and poked you in the hand; usually, the subject was already hypnotized and didn't even notice. The room-sized device projected the hypnotizing pattern in several directions at once and dispersed the supporting nannites through the air to be breathed in. One of the big things I had to do was install multiple cameras at various vantage points to allow the AI to scan everyone's faces and make sure we got everyone's attention and the hypnosis actually worked. It was a long morning... In the afternoon, we indoctrinated the faculty, in three groups. We needed one hundred percent coverage -- and of course, we didn't get it, which meant I had to wander around all over the school chasing down holdouts who thought they were too good to attend general faculty meetings. There was a distinct correlation between said holdouts and the list of personnel in supervisory positions who weren't sponsor material, I noticed. Well, it was good practice for the students, who were going to get the same treatment Wednesday. I had to sting a couple of the worst of them; thank God they tended to be holed up in their offices where witnesses were scarce. This whole thing bothered me some; from the outside, it looked like 'Invasion of the Body Snatchers.' If we missed someone and they got that idea in their head, all Hell could break loose! Fortunately, as more and more people came on, we had more and more resources to work with to help us deal with the recalcitrant. We found two Earth First -- well, not agents, but sympathizers, anyway -- in the English Department; the AI went to great lengths to 'neutralize' them. This was good practice, too; when Family Day rolled around, we were going to have every kind of whacko you can name and a few nobody ever thought of in the parents and families. Some of them wouldn't be going -- but they would have to be kept out of trouble. For these two, we removed all memory of what was going on and placed keywords in their subconscious that caused them to more or less zone out when they were used, allowing us to shut them down, then provide direction to others over the PA system without them noticing it. I brought in five supporting crewmen to help; the Valhalla was crewed by Fleet Auxiliary, and they were what we would have for the pickup, although a Marine platoon was on standby. This was also an experiment; Fleet Auxiliary personnel weren't going to command the instant respect a huge, hulking Marine would -- and they would have, per crewman, more problems on their hands. My five CPOs were getting their feet wet in order to be able to direct their crews properly when E-Day rolled around. Finally, around six-thirty, the whole faculty was in the bag, and the student body was quiet. I went to the hotel and showered and changed and packed an overnight bag, then headed for the grocery store. ------- Chapter 7 Vera: This seems to have been a week for craziness. First Beth doesn't even come home Monday night, and then she comes home hysterical and has to dress in thirty minutes for a trip to Antoine's! The more I saw of this Jack person, the more he had to answer for! I was watching Beth stagger down the walk in front of him, vowing that I would get my licks in on the bastard -- who was UNDOUBTEDLY a predator of SOME type -- when little Frieda threw cold water in my face! I'd turned on her to pry more information on the situation from her -- she was as poor a liar as Beth, or worse -- I got: "Jeez, Mrs. H! Beth FINALLY meets a guy who is into her and you have to treat it as ugly!" And when I expressed my serious concerns about having this guy rob my little girl of her innocence, Frieda hit me with: "Mrs. H! Why on Earth would a hot guy hunt down BETH just to take her cherry!" I flinched at that -- which is maybe why Frieda went on the offensive, informing me that my over-protectiveness was likely to rob Beth of what could be a golden opportunity while reminding me that such opportunities were few and far between... Then, however, she upped the ante: "You want her to be picked up, don't you?" I admitted it, so she pressed harder, with: "Okay, Mrs. H -- what is Beth gonna have to do to get picked up?" My imagination threw out some pretty sordid pictures -- and Frieda went on to validate them for me: "I'll tell you! She's gonna have to get naked and offer to blow a guy -- at least! More likely, she's gonna have to do more than that! Now, which would you prefer -- Jack, or some four hundred pound black guy with a couple of gold teeth and a bad attitude who's ONLY interested in taking her innocence -- and maybe won't take her afterward because she has NO IDEA what she's doing?" It was pretty harsh -- so much so that Oliver inserted himself into the conversation to tone it down -- but Frieda was not to be denied... "We need to deal with reality, Mr. H! If Beth gets picked up, you have to hope that whoever does it is a nice guy -- and it's the luck of the draw! When it happens, there isn't gonna be any tender romance -- she's gonna have to put her stuff out there and HOPE someone is vaguely interested, and she'll be going in BLIND! Jack, on the other hand, is into her -- I KNOW, I was THERE when they met! Even if you're right and he's a total scumbag, he's doing her a favor if he teaches her a few things!" That was going a bit far, so I erupted, "Frieda! That's DISGUSTING!" It didn't stop her. "Maybe," she retorted, "but if you screw this up for Beth, she'll NEVER forgive you! Besides, you missed the IMPORTANT things when you started crawling all over Jack!" "Oh? Like what?" Given the way the conversation was going, it could be the size of his member! "Did you ASK about his CAP score?" Funny, that floored me! It made me realize that young girls had vastly different priorities than those I'd had at their age. When I was their age, being a 'bad girl' was a bad idea if you wanted to collect something premium in the way of a mate. You were picky about who you offered a glimpse of your charms (something I had in limited quantities -- and I'd passed that dearth to Beth... ), because girls with a reputation as a slut didn't get the good stuff. Well, that was the official tale, anyway, passed down from MY mother -- and if real life didn't seem to reflect that, I assumed that I was missing something. Young girls nowadays were looking for lightning to strike. The brass ring was a trip to a colony and to a motherhood role that hearkened back to Grandma's when it came to responsibilities, but in an environment where you always had food on the table and your basic needs -- including the all-important 'survival' -- were taken care of. Girls who hid their light under a basket weren't going to get that light seen. Young girls needed to have their charms in quick-draw holsters -- because when the surroundings suddenly got grey, the first one in front of a buyer had the advantage. Ugly as it was, I couldn't argue with this. I'd had nearly forty years to get to know how men's minds worked -- and Oliver, for all his intelligence, was an open book -- so I KNEW that a young guy, in particular, would settle for the first pair of boobs presented to him, all things being equal. So while I could view the current fashion trend of displaying everything you could get away with and making access easy to the rest with alarm and disgust, it WAS a survival adaptation. Similarly, the independent woman who measured her worth by the income she brought home in competition with males was a stereotype that was taking a serious beating -- because it only REALLY worked for women who had high CAP scores. Everybody else was fooling themselves if they thought doing the 'I'm as good as any guy' thing was going to get them anywhere. Frieda had laid it out baldly; in the post-Sa'arm world, the vast majority of women needed to have a different set of skills on their resumes to be successful -- skills that would have gotten a girl in MY generation censure, at the very least! My eldest daughter, bless her simple heart, lacked those skills -- and given the fact that she had no natural advantages that might make up for them, that lack was damning. As awful as it might sound, if this Jack person did no more for Beth than to teach her to give a creditable blowjob, it would be a positive result of their relationship -- and if he hurt her in the process, what was more important to her long-term survival? Last, but pivotal -- while I was trying to force my outdated, twentieth-century morals down their throats, I had not even BOTHERED to discover whether this Jack was a potential savior or just the guy who was going to get Beth, belatedly, through her first relationship with a man! One, simple, five word question would have provided an answer as to whether this 'relationship' should be treated as a fling or something serious -- and I HADN'T ASKED IT! Frieda was right; even though she didn't actually come out and say so, I had my head up my ass! Granted, I was out of practice; the other two girls had moved through the hazards of dating and were long gone -- but they'd done it pre-Diaspora, too, so we'd all been able to pretend that the outdated rules I'd learned from my mother still applied. But I was acting stupid in the FIRST place; at twenty-three, Beth was already late learning the facts of life! The argument that 'You don't have sex with the first guy to come along!' rings hollow when it takes THAT long for him to show up! When would the SECOND guy show up? Add the whole (unlikely) proposition that he might be Prince Charming with a high CAP score into the equation and giving this Jack a lot of heat was ... unwise. Frieda was right -- Beth would never forgive me if I ran the guy off, even if I got to say 'I told you so!' in the long run. ------- But I'm STILL a mother; I waited up. It gave me some time for some uninterrupted thought, and I took it... They came in after one, together. He stood there looking at me while Beth took off the shawl Frieda had sent her out with and pulled off her heels. Since he was inside and seemed to be waiting for me to open up, I did so, "Jack, is it?" "Yes, Ma'am." 'Ma'am, huh? Walking on eggs, is he?' I wondered why, since worst case, he could just leave. Why had he come in, anyway? To business... "What's your CAP score, Jack?" "Six point seven." Could it all be that simple? Nah... "Is that a fact? I don't suppose..." He grimaced; I'd called his bluff, and he was a liar, apparently ... I raised an eyebrow. Well, Beth needed to learn that some men were liars... But he reached in his wallet and came forward with a card after all. It wasn't a CAP card -- not like mine, anyway. No, it said 'Armed Forces of the Confederacy' and it identified Jack as Jack LeRoy Harper, with a rank of LT, whatever that is. There was a CAP score there, and it was six point seven as advertized -- but it stole over me that this changed things. CAP cards more or less told you what you were eligible for if you staggered into a pickup -- but this guy was in the Confederacy military already... "This says you're already in the Confederacy military," I noted. Jack limited himself to, "Yes." "What does that mean, exactly?" Did Beth know? She DID! I could tell by looking at her! "It means Beth is leaving with me," Jack said. That answer hit me where I lived, but I held onto a poker face. "That isn't 'Maybe, someday, ' either, is it?" Jack shook his head. "No, 'Soon, ' is more like it." I didn't know whether to laugh or cry! Lightning had struck! My little girl had gone from the dumpster to the stars in one jump! I wondered if she had any idea just how lucky she was; this wasn't a 'Maybe' deal -- she was in! Of course, I was going to lose her... "You didn't even have to bring her back." "No, I didn't," he agreed -- and I learned right then and there that Jack was a nice guy. "We're going upstairs," Beth announced, daring me to say something. No, my little girl is no fool. She might not be gifted, but she's not an idiot -- she inherited my common sense. She knew EXACTLY what she had and what she needed to do to protect it! I couldn't improve the situation, so it was time to back off; I nodded to Jack and said, "Good night, then," and left the room, leaving Beth looking surprised. Well, she could thank Frieda; without our little conversation, things would have gone VERY different -- and I would have had SERIOUS regrets, one way or the other... Sleep was another matter. Ollie, bless his heart, could sleep through an earthquake -- and besides, he'd gone on to bed early, leaving me to sit up and stew. So I went to bed and lay there, tense and excited... I THOUGHT it was just the whole Beth finally getting a break thing -- excitement that she had managed to find a man AND get picked up in the process -- but that wasn't it. No, I realized what the REAL problem was only when it announced itself -- I was waiting to hear them having sex! The banging of Beth's headboard on the wall brought it all home ... Even Ollie couldn't sleep through THAT, so I lurched up to go put a stop to it. They moved before I got there; I walked in to find Beth up on her hands and knees, facing away from me while Jack pounded away at her pussy, his hands on her hips. I had a front row seat -- and I couldn't bring myself to leave! Jack was practiced. It's hard to explain, but it was clear. He wasn't going like a jackrabbit, and he seemed to know where Beth was in her cycle and tune himself to it. He slowed down at one point early on and I knew he had cum inside her -- but he took off again after a few seconds, and I watched white goo appear around their juncture, thinking that I REALLY needed to say something to Beth about trimming back all that fur... It was hot -- animal sounds, urgent motion, Jack's big dick driving into my daughter's pussy -- I succumbed, sliding my hand into my panties under my cotton nightgown and rubbing my love bump and my nether lips. I tuned my manipulations to his strokes and the animal grunts of my daughter's reaction to them; I don't know how I stayed quiet, since I exploded once and had to lean back against the open doorframe while my knees shook and sparks cascaded before my eyes. I didn't make it to twice, though; Jack buried himself in Beth's pussy and emitted a strained grunt and I stood there, watching his balls jump in his scrotum and the underside of his cock pulse. He backed out of her and settled on his haunches, and Beth's head came up off the pillow -- and I was discovered as her eyes picked me up in the dresser mirror. I snatched my hand out of my panties, but my nightgown remained bunched, only slowly dropping back into place. To cover myself, I made the excuse of the headboard noise -- but of course, that had stopped ten minutes before. Jack flopped over and sat up, exposed; he was teasing me deliberately, I believed -- and it worked, since I could not draw my eyes away from his erection. Feigning calm, I said, "That was some exhibition you two put on." Jack acted nonchalant, claiming that the plan had been sleep, but Beth had insisted -- which raised a question. "That wasn't your first time," I accused Beth. "How long... ?" I was VERY surprised that she should be able to hide such a thing from me -- it wasn't generally within her capabilities to keep ANY kind of a secret. Sure enough, Beth blushed nearly purple. "Last night. With Jack. I ... lied. I wasn't drunk -- we were asleep, after." Well, I'd suspected that she was lying on the phone; now I knew why. It was time to try to back out gracefully. "I'm going to bed now," I announced, "and will try to sleep. You should, too." I backed out and headed back to my bedroom, hoping I could actually manage a wink or two. I did, too -- after I made an absolute spectacle of myself in bed beside my husband with both hands in my crotch, pumping and diddling ... Thank GOD Ollie sleeps soundly! ------- I said nothing to Oliver when it was time to get up and fix his breakfast; I left it to Beth or Jack to deliver the surprise -- and it was every bit as entertaining as I thought it would be! Oliver didn't catch on to the fact that Beth must be up early for a reason; he just took her to task for staying out late and worrying us. Beth was tongue-tied -- nothing was coming out under her father's questioning -- so Jack stepped into the room and announced himself, "Hi, I'm Jack." Ollie isn't stupid; he took in Jack, then Beth, and turned to me -- which I guess I should have expected, since I hadn't said anything to him and I wasn't schooling my expression very well. "All right -- what's going on?" I was enjoying the whole thing a little too much maybe, so I came out with, "Oliver, meet your son-in-law -- or as close as we're going to get, anyway." Oliver looked back at Jack, who tried to keep things from getting out of hand by offering low-key apology for the surprise -- but then Oliver knew who had rigged it. Instead, he turned on Beth, "When did this all start? And when were you going to tell someone?" Before she could stammer out an answer, however, he resumed questioning Jack, "I assume the uproar last night wasn't your first date." Jack started to waffle -- and Oliver was wasting his time on side issues, anyway. Impatient for the other shoe to drop, I erupted, "Oliver is no fool, Young Man. Show him what you showed me." Jack gave the same little wince and grimace that he'd given me, but said "Fine," and presented that ID card. Ollie was all over it. "Forgive me if I'm wrong, but a CAP card qualifies you for citizenship, but doesn't make you a citizen. THIS, on the other hand..." Jack admitted it; he'd ALREADY been off to the colonies -- for a couple of years! At that point, Oliver shifted back to me, with his eyes, at least. "What's this about you being my son-in-law?" Jack gathered himself, "Well, as your wife indicated, that isn't accurate -- but Beth has been a concubine since sometime last night." That got Beth the eye. "Usually, concubines don't hang around..." "Well, this is a special case," Jack replied, "since it isn't an extraction. I'm here on official business..." Oliver interrupted this with what I considered to be THE question: "Why Beth?" I think Jack won my heart in that moment. He got visibly aggravated and said, "If I had a nickel for every time someone asked me that ... We clicked, okay?" Ollie made a comment about it all being pretty abrupt, then added, "but then, if it HAD been an extraction, it would have been considerably MORE abrupt, wouldn't it?" He turned on Beth, adding, "Your friend Frieda pointed that out last night." Then, after a moment, it was back to Jack, "In fact, why are you still here? If Beth's status is what you say it is..." Jack gave that little grimace. "I'm running what my superiors would no doubt consider an unjustified security risk," he declared, "but I thought it might be nice if Beth got a chance to say goodbye. As to her status, these contracts are verbal and recorded, but documentary evidence..." Then he kind of froze for a moment, and seemed to be listening to something. "Hang on a sec. You have a computer?" Oliver admitted that we did. "If you'll show it to me, I think I can verify things for you." Oliver got up, then he stopped and did something uncharacteristic; he rounded on Beth, asking her if she was going to get Jack any coffee -- following it up with a dig about it apparently being among her new duties. Jack got this look on his face, kind of a "This is my fault" expression. Beth got coffee; it was an escape for her. Once Jack had a cup in his hand, we adjourned to Oliver's office. Once in front of the computer, Jack turned up a very official-looking document that declared my daughter to be livestock -- and Jack to be her new owner. And suddenly, the worm turned, and I was the subject of conversation... Jack sipped his coffee. "Do you have any plans to emigrate?" I made the demurral, expressing confidence that he and his comrades would win the day. Jack eyed me and lowered the boom, "I agree with you -- but there is a little problem regarding the timeline. We're going to do it -- AFTER we've grown a lot and spread out as a race. Whether Earth will be in their hands or ours is open to question." Oliver rubbed it in. "Told you." I got mad. Ollie KNEW why I wasn't planning on going... Apparently Jack did, too. "If I may? You'll have a few early run-ins with the AIs, but if Oliver wants to delegate his domestic situation to you he can." I was still steaming; I had to regroup a bit. "What?" "I'm assuming that you object to assuming the role traditionally assigned to concubines," Jack explained. "You're damned right!" I flared. "I REFUSE to be treated like stupid breeding stock! Besides, Ollie is..." "Not domestically oriented?" Jack offered. "That's one way of putting it," I agreed, trying to retain my calm. "Let's work our way back to the basics," Jack murmured. "Do you object to a little additional breeding?" "I'm too old." 'Are you kidding?' "You won't be." Jack handed me his ID. "Look at the age on that." I looked -- and was surprised! "You're thirty-six?" Beth gasped. "Yes." Jack turned to Beth, "I hope it doesn't matter to you, because it's too damned late." "No," Beth muttered, "it doesn't. Are there any MORE surprises?" She wasn't happy; I didn't blame her. Jack said something then to patch things over; I wasn't really listening. "I'd heard about this fountain of youth thing, but, really ... Everybody gets it?" "Everyone who needs it, I guess," Jack replied. "Of course, your sponsor determines where you are regressed to and what other adjustments get made." "That again." I could have anything Ollie wanted... Jack surprised me. "So how urgent is your need to wriggle out from under Vera's thumb?" he asked Ollie, deadpan. "I've been comfortable there for years," Oliver replied blandly. "Work is another matter -- but I'm not interested in dictating what I'm going to have for dinner -- or even what I'm going to wear to work, for that matter." "Which is a good thing!" I declared, "He can't match ANYTHING!" "My senior concubine runs my household," Jack announced. "I need to focus on work. If I don't like something, I mention it and it gets adjusted -- but I don't get stupid about it." 'Oho!' I eyed Beth. "How many concubines do you have?" "Three, counting Beth. Beth isn't senior -- but she's more gifted at nurturing children than the other two. She's going to be 'Momma' at my house." Beth absorbed this with a glazed expression. "One of the others will handle overall organization of the household, but the children will be Beth's province -- all of them. She'll be Number Two, since one of my concubines is a bit ditzy," Jack declared. I nodded. "That should work." But I was eyeing Beth; she was rattled. "I'm sure having her mother up the street would help," Jack murmured, baiting the trap. "Back to breeding..." I gave Oliver a look. "I guess I could go around again a few times ... He would get two, you know." Jack cracked a smile, the bastard. "Undoubtedly, you would see to it that the other concubine knew her place." I shook my head. "You know, I sensed that you weren't twenty-something..." "In public, you'll have to obey the rules and behave yourself," Jack announced, adding, "but you do that already, don't you? What goes on in your household is between you and your sponsor -- and as long as you don't exceed certain limits, it won't be an issue." "Why are we discussing this?" Oliver asked. Ollie isn't that dense -- but I let him have his fun. "There is going to be an extraction. At the very least, Jack can extract us -- isn't that right, Jack?" "That's right," he agreed, then got cagey. "Before I tell you more, I need to take some measures to ensure the security of the ongoing mission -- or I can just have you picked up now -- take your pick." Oliver tried a question. "How long do we have?" "Sorry..." Jack clammed up. "What kind of measures?" I asked. Jack muttered something about hypnosis and nannites, whatever they were. "You become nauseated," Beth interjected. "I did, when I was trying to come up with answers to a couple of Daddy's questions this morning." I wasn't thrilled; on the other hand, Jack wasn't apologetic. "It's been done to Beth?" Oliver clarified. "Yes. She got exposed to too much information last night," Jack replied. "It was that or transport her immediately." Oliver glanced at Beth, who insisted she was fine, then turned to me. I saw it coming. "Ollie..." Ollie cut up for a second, but when I didn't rise to it, he got impatient with my silliness. "There is only so much foolishness I'll put up with, Vera! Getting us both killed to salve your pride goes a bit beyond, don't you think?" "Oh all right!" I knew when I was screwed. Ollie didn't get pissy much, but when he did... "Okay, to clarify things," Jack queried, "I'm recording a consent to be evacuated for a sponsor, and an acceptance of concubine status..." "Yes." Oliver nodded. "Yes, yes, all that..." I waved it off, unhappy. "The things I do for you!" I ranted at Ollie. Oliver shocked the shit out of me! "Don't irritate me or I'll demand fellatio..." "OLIVER!" I gasped. Jack stood there cackling. ------- Jack went outside and came back with a little box that displayed pretty patterns -- and poked me rather sharply in the thumb! It didn't seem to take very long -- I looked, it poked me, and Jack took it back and handed it to Ollie. "There are some cold realities here," he announced. "For one thing, your contract with Oliver isn't marriage. There is no reason why you can't consider it such -- in some ways, it is more -- but it isn't as ... comfortable on your end as marriage was." I settled in a chair, thinking, 'Here it comes... ' Beth did, too, her attention on Jack. Well, he'd surprised her a few times this morning. "Let's hear it." "There are some ugly tales out there -- and a lot of them are true; however, on Nuevo Angelino, which is where we're going, the mistreatment of concubines is distinctly frowned upon. That said, you don't have the rights you do here. Oliver can drop you like a hot rock at any time, or trade you to someone else -- whatever he wants. He can change his mind before he's extracted and leave you here, too. I'm betting he won't do anything like that because you give him what he wants, but if he's coming up short anywhere, you may need to re-think your position..." "Ugh." 'Just perfect! It sounds like a class in how to never win an argument... ' Jack went on to tell me that at some point I might need to do something very sexual in public, just to prove to everyone that Ollie DOES wear the pants in the family. The idea of getting down on my knees and sucking Ollie's cock in public was, well, shocking! "He wouldn't, would he?" "He might not, but he can. And if you refuse, you put yourself -- and him -- on shaky ground," Jack pointed out. "The overarching rules for concubines demand obedience -- period. In the event that you get out of line in public, it is his responsibility to correct you -- and if he can't, it will reflect VERY BADLY upon him." He gave me the eye. "You're not going to like this, but ... It's kind of like him taking out his dog for a walk and it biting someone else -- or threatening to. He needs to deal with it -- and if he doesn't, and other people get into the mix, the question will be opened as to whether he should own a dog or not..." I grimaced. "Ewwww! I'm a dog?" Jack got this look on his face like a mischievous boy. "Out with it!" I demanded, knowing I wouldn't like it... "A bitch, maybe..." Beth giggled -- and that broke the tension; he had me there, anyway. "I guess I resemble that remark." "It's worked for you up to now," Jack murmured, "but it is going to leave you with bad habits. Frankly, I've seen a LOT of wives get into serious trouble -- they tend not to 'get it.' I foresee that you might have a rough time." It was time to get the other thing out on the table. "Speaking of such things -- Oliver doesn't have to limit himself, does he?" Jack eyed Oliver, who was back from playing with the box. He'd taken a while, it seemed to me... "No, he doesn't. In fact, since there is an imperative for him to reproduce, he'll be encouraged to add a second concubine. He doesn't have to, but, again, it will reflect -- especially if you act up and get him in trouble. If he doesn't have another woman under his thumb..." Oliver sat there, thinking, for a while before he looked up at me. "I see there are some issues," he murmured. "This can be handled gently," Jack said, "but Vera really, REALLY has to understand her role. The normal method is kind of a shock to the system; we scare everyone to death during briefings after the extraction. More often than not, someone screws up in the first twenty-four hours and the whole thing gets put down rather brutally, as an object lesson to the others -- and usually, it is an ex-wife who thinks she's STILL a wife." Jack turned on me. "I'm going to be rude here. Women who spent time during the extraction on their knees with a strange cock in their mouth or on their back with one between their legs tend to have a more basic understanding of the situation. Babying an ex-wife based upon her previous relationship tends not to help her in the long run." "Yeah, that was rude," I agreed, "But it DOES state the case, I guess. We're ... going to need to talk." Jack kept hammering. "While I'm being rude, I need to reiterate that Oliver can take your advice in these matters -- or leave it." Jack checked his watch. "I need to leave. I will return when I can and we can discuss this further this evening. I don't know how late I will be, but I will speak to Beth when I do." After a pause, he related, "This thing is going to happen on Saturday, so you need to wrap up anything that needs doing by then -- preferably without telegraphing anything. You won't be taking anything you can't carry, and money means nothing where you're going; similarly, the Confederacy will clean up any claims on your estates after you're gone. Personal issues, you may want to look into. Where are Beth's brother and sisters?" "Travis is extracted -- Fleet Auxiliary," Oliver replied. "Maureen is ... waiting, I think; she can carry herself, with a six point six. Judith..." He shrugged. "She's married. Neither of them makes the cut-off." Jack nodded. "I'm going to air this," he announced, "You can act on it or not. Traditional moral imperatives regarding incest are generally ignored. Confederacy medical technology can and will deal with any low-probability problems resulting from a first pass at inbreeding. What I'm saying is that you can choose to take Judith -- but you'll be taking her as your second, and will be expected to use her as such. Or we can see to it that she and her husband are invited to the pickup and they can take their chances. From what I've been given to understand at this point, we'll be more or less processing people like cattle, so they'll probably go -- but ANYTHING can happen in orbit, since we can't predict who will get assigned to any particular sponsor. The likely event is that they'll be split up. For a number of reasons, this whole thing is going to be a zoo -- it's very experimental." I was SHOCKED! Incest? Thank God he offered other options! "Thanks -- I think," I muttered. Jack just sighed. "It's not pretty -- real life so seldom is..." He turned to Beth. "Frieda ... Bring her around. I'm making no promises. Ultimately, we can put her in with the herd, I guess, but I think you want more for her..." "Yes," Beth nodded solemnly. "We'll see," he told her. Then he took his leave -- and Ollie, coward that he is, followed him out, leaving me alone with my thoughts -- and my oldest daughter. ------- Chapter 8 Beth: That night, after the dinner and after Jack made me his, he very sweetly took me home. Neither of us was looking forward to what would happen there; Momma had made things miserable before and we both expected her to do it again. There was a light on as I unlocked and opened the door, so we expected the worst -- but Momma was going to learn -- right quick! -- that her opinion didn't count for that much any more! I would go back to Jack's hotel -- or wherever ELSE he wanted to take me -- if necessary, but if he was sticking his neck out to let me come home and spend a last couple of days with my family, it was gonna be on OUR terms, not Momma's! Momma had apparently been bitten by some bug in our absence, though, because instead of "Well, it's about time! Blah, blah, blah..." Momma sat up in the recliner she'd been snoozing in and said, "Jack, is it? What's your CAP score, Jack?" We were both surprised. Jack blurted, "Six point seven." "Is that a fact," Momma replied. "I don't suppose..." Jack got this look; I didn't get it, but I knew something was up. But he fished out his ID card and handed it to Momma. THEN I figured out what the problem was; it wasn't a CAP card -- it was his military ID! Oddly, this seemed to explain things for Momma much more quickly than anything else; she asked Jack about three questions and his status -- and mine! -- were out there, in the open! While Momma was absorbing all this, I stepped forward and told her, "We're going upstairs." If she was going to have a fit, I would put my shoes back on and ask Jack to take me to the hotel; I was his and he was mine and we were sleeping together, PERIOD! But Momma totally freaked me out -- she just got up and said "Good night, then," and walked off! I was amazed! That made things easy, though; I just took Jack by the hand and led him upstairs. Changing for bed was a little embarrassing; I took off for the bathroom and dithered for ten minutes, wondering what to do. I mean, I do NOT own lingerie -- why bother? Momma wears these cotton nightgowns, you know? So I do, too. I mean, they're fine to SLEEP in, but they aren't exactly hot and slinky ... I really didn't have much choice -- it was that or go naked, and THAT ... well, I know what I look like. The last thing in the world I wanted was for Jack to look at my blubber and decide that maybe he got a little bit ahead of himself, picking me up... Naturally, he was right there giving me the eye when I returned in the nightgown; I know I blushed from embarrassment as I told him, "You don't want to see my fat butt and saggy boobs." For answer, Jack flipped the top sheet and blankets off -- and he was naked! OMIGAWD! I knew what he wanted, but I couldn't do a striptease -- I mean, you have to have something to tease with, you know? So I circled around to the other side of the bed and turned my back to him while I got out of the nightgown, then backed under the covers. The good thing here was that if I was naked -- and it was nice and dark -- I might be able to get him to have sex with me again. I'd been sore that morning, but it had worn off and I LOVED the feel of him in me! Besides, I owed him -- my life, probably, and gratitude for everything he was doing for me at the very least... Jack had no problem spooning up against me, though, sticking his cock in my butt crack and grabbing a handful of my left boobie and mauling it like it was a stress ball. I didn't complain -- it felt GOOD and my nipples got stiff and prickly; if I was unhappy about anything, it was the fact that his cock wasn't the hard, hot monster that had taken my virginity then driven me wild the night before ... He chuckled and murmured in my ear that as far as he could tell, my ass and my boobies had been ... instrumental, as he put it, to us getting together. I can't fathom it -- but I won't look a gift horse in the mouth, either. I giggled and whispered back, "You're a weird, weird guy, thank God..." I wanted more, so I reached between my legs and collected his limp cock -- so soft! -- and pulled it between my legs. It felt good, even like that, so I started, I dunno, masturbating him, I guess, by rubbing it along my channel. It went from being probably as soft and limp as my boobies to iron hard pretty fast, which was gratifying -- so when it was good and hard and I was good and wet, I leaned forward a little and seated it at my opening, then reached back and tugged on his thigh, urging him inside. "Aren't you tired? I figure you're sore..." he asked. "I want mine before I have to deal with the competition," I told him. "This is my honeymoon." He pushed it in, while murmuring, "This isn't marriage." "No, it's better!" I replied, gasping in pleasure as he sank into me. Maybe that's weird, you know? But it's how I felt -- feel -- about it. I don't have ANY problem with being owned. Married people get divorces -- I don't want any options like that. I don't want to be independent and work and be equal to everybody -- I want to belong to Jack. I want to be barefoot and pregnant and I want to feel Jack's wonder wand in me EVERY NIGHT! We didn't talk then -- sex got too good too quickly -- but I couldn't imagine anything better than being held and sexed and yes, impregnated! Everybody knows what a concubine's job is -- you keep your man happy and you make babies -- and on my first night as a concubine I wanted BOTH so bad I could taste it! It wasn't long after he rolled me up on my hands and knees that his cock pulsed and spat inside me -- and I was a little disappointed, for a moment -- but it was enough to know that I had a womb full of sperm cocktail. Fortunately, Jack wasn't done; after a couple of lazy strokes that no doubt were to prolong the pleasure of his ejaculation, he took off again -- and this time, there was no stopping him until I'd seen stars four different times! I was as limp as a dishrag, wrung out by multiple ascents to the pinnacle of pleasure, by the time Jack pressed his plunger against my cervix and poured out his second injection of seed! After a moment, Jack rocked back and pulled on my hips; I let go of the pillow I'd been moaning into and came up on my hands -- and there was Momma, in the mirror! She was standing beside the door, trying to figure out what to do with her hands -- which was embarrassing, since the way her nightgown was crumpled in the front there was no denying what she'd been doing! I have to tell you, the day you discover that your mother masturbates, it does things to you; it's a real 'EWWWWW!' moment! I didn't know WHAT to say! Momma pretended that she hadn't been doing anything, of course; butter wouldn't melt in her mouth as she mumbled the excuse that she'd come in to tell us not to bash the headboard against the wall -- like that hadn't ended ten minutes before, at least! Jack backed out of me and did this rolling thing and ended up sitting facing Momma -- and Momma took home movies of Jack's cock with her eyes while she commented on our sex act! I mean, my God! Were people gonna hold up cards with a score on them? Then she hit me with, "That wasn't your first time. How long... ?" As outraged as I was, she brought me up short; I was instantly embarrassed as I admitted that I'd been deflowered only the night before -- by Jack -- and that I hadn't been drunk when she called me that morning, but that we were asleep in his bed. I felt guilty -- which didn't make a lot of sense given the fact that we were having this discussion after Momma had masturbated while perving on us having sex! Momma wandered off like it was the most natural thing in the world ... Fortunately, Jack was sleepy and I was sleepy, so we put it behind us, cuddled up and went to sleep, me with a brawny arm wrapped around me... ------- Morning came early. I didn't get up before nine, usually, due to my shift at the store, but Jack had things to do and places to be. I showed him where the bathroom was and sleepily staggered downstairs to make him coffee, scratching and rubbing my eyes and looking generally unsexy in my cotton nightgown. While I was fighting with the coffee pot, Momma and Daddy came in. Daddy took his usual seat at the table, shook out the newspaper, and commented, "You're up early." I glanced over at Momma; one look told me she hadn't said a word to Daddy and was looking forward to watching me stammer through my explanations. Gathering myself, I said, "Yes, Daddy." Maybe he would go to work soon. Maybe... No such luck. Daddy's curiosity wasn't satisfied. "You were quite late again. Your mother didn't come to bed until very late. What are you up to these days?" I opened my mouth -- and nothing came out. In the first place, I couldn't think of anything to say -- but in the second, just THINKING about the more forbidden parts of what I'd been up to made my stomach lurch! I looked to Momma for help, but she was too busy enjoying herself -- I would get no help there! I was thinking furiously, shriveling under Daddy's gaze, when Jack popped around the corner and announced himself, "Hi, I'm Jack." Daddy went into his machinegun mode, asking a question of Jack, then one of me, then one of Momma; I couldn't keep up, but was inhibited, anyway -- besides, Momma and Jack seemed to be supplying enough answers that I couldn't get a word in edgewise. Momma had Jack show Daddy his ID, and they went through all of the implications rapidly; the next time Daddy asked me a question that I was actually supposed to respond to, it was, "Does one of you ever intend to get Jack some coffee? Beth, this would seem to come under your list of duties..." I blinked a couple of times, catching up, and turned to pour Jack's coffee. The look on Daddy's face as I turned away said that he knew ALL about concubines; I couldn't meet his eyes as I turned back, so I concentrated on Jack, making sure it was the way he liked it. Jack smiled at me and assured me it was fine, then Daddy led us all into his office. In no time, Jack managed to call up a very fancy-looking document that proclaimed my status; I knew it anyway, but there is something about a written document, you know? I don't think anyone else noticed, but I read it, word for word; it was my marriage license. Actually, it said I was property -- Jack's property. I liked that. When I started paying attention again, I realized that Jack was pitching emigration to Momma and Daddy. I wished him luck; Momma wasn't going to buy into THAT! But they got to talking about whether Momma was too old to have more kids, and Jack waved his ID again ... Momma read it and glanced up, shocked, "You're thirty-six?" 'What?' "Yes," Jack told her, then turned to me, "I hope it doesn't matter to you, because it's too damned late..." Thirty-six? What ELSE was he hiding? I said no, but... "Are there any MORE surprises?" Thirty-six ... Daddy was only forty-five... "I don't think so, but I'm not sure," Jack replied. "If there are, they'll be omissions that will occur just because I don't realize they're relevant." The answer didn't exactly inspire confidence. I really believed that Jack was basically an honest guy, but... Jack was still sparring with Momma over emigration, getting Daddy to say that he didn't want to have to dictate what we were having for meals and such. Jack's response was, "My senior concubine runs my household. I need to focus on work. If I don't like something, I mention it and it gets adjusted -- but I don't get stupid about it." Momma flicked a glance at me. "How many concubines do you have?" "Three, counting Beth." Jack replied. "Beth isn't senior -- but she's more gifted at nurturing children than the other two. She's going to be 'Momma' at my house." Jack's blase approach to the whole thing took me by surprise. "One of the others will handle overall organization of the household, but the children will be Beth's province -- all of them. She'll be Number Two, since one of my concubines is a bit ditzy," he added. I stood there, dazed. I was in charge of children? How many? But they'd already moved on to the fact that Daddy rated two concubines -- and Jack buttered Momma up with the idea that she would be Numero Uno. Then Daddy asked a question that even I knew the answer to -- so I'm sure he did... "Why are we discussing this?" Momma supplied the answer. "There is going to be an extraction," she declared. "At the very least, Jack can extract us -- isn't that right, Jack?" Jack got cagey at that point, telling them that he couldn't say anything further unless they used his little hypnotic Game Boy. They went back and forth, and Jack let it out that I'd had the treatment, so I told them what happens... "You become nauseated. I did, when I was trying to come up with answers to a couple of Daddy's questions this morning." They looked suspicious, but I insisted that I was fine. At that point, it was decision time. Daddy teased Momma a bit, but when she stayed balky, he put his foot down. Momma THINKS she runs things, but Daddy is the final arbiter; generally, he doesn't care, so he lets her have her way -- but every once in a while, he insists upon something -- and Momma is blind to the fact that when he does, it ALWAYS goes Daddy's way. When it was over, Daddy had requested evacuation -- and Momma agreed to be a concubine. She didn't like it, but what choice did she have? Jack went and got the Game Boy, and gave it to Momma -- and we all stood around for a couple of minutes while it did its thing to her. I got Jack another coffee. Then Jack gave it to Daddy, and turned to Momma and started telling her just how bitter that pill she'd just swallowed was... "There are some cold realities here," he told her. "For one thing, your contract with Oliver isn't marriage. There is no reason why you can't consider it such -- in some ways, it is more -- but it isn't as ... comfortable on your end as marriage was." Momma sat down in a chair. I did, too -- I needed concubine class as bad as Momma. "Let's hear it," Momma sighed. Jack then proceeded to try to scare Momma to death, I think. He was kind of brutal about it, telling her that she'd have been better off at a regular pickup, sucking some stranger's dick, because it would have left her with no illusions. And he told her that if she screwed up, Daddy was responsible, and it would all reflect on him. That led to the dog remark... "You're not going to like this, but ... It's kind of like him taking out his dog for a walk and it biting someone else -- or threatening to. He needs to deal with it -- and if he doesn't, and other people get into the mix, the question will be opened as to whether he should own a dog or not," Jack said. Momma made a face. "Ewwww! I'm a dog?" Jack got this look -- it was so cute -- just like a little boy ... Momma eyed him and said, "Out with it!" "A bitch, maybe..." Jack said, poker faced. I laughed -- I couldn't help it! It was a good thing, too, probably, because Momma's sense of humor was out to lunch. She settled down, though, and took it as a joke. Momma started worrying about the whole second concubine thing at that point; Daddy had finished with the box, but he just sat there for a bit, like he was catching up. It didn't make Momma any more comfortable. Jack went back to reminding Momma that she had no say in such matters, and then asked after the rest of the family. Daddy told Jack about Travis and Maureen -- and poor Judith and that loser she married. Then Jack rocked us by telling Daddy that he could take Judith -- but if he did, he would have to make babies with her! He offered some other options, though; I think everybody breathed easier when he did. Then he turned to me and said, "Frieda ... Bring her around. I'm making no promises. Ultimately, we can put her in with the herd, I guess, but I think you want more for her..." I agreed, and he said, "We'll see." Then he kissed me -- twice -- and headed off to work. Daddy followed, probably unwilling to get into it with Momma right away. That left Momma and me... Momma was seriously dumped out over the whole concubine thing, "I can't BELIEVE I let your father talk me into this!" she wailed. I shook my head. "Let's get some coffee, Momma." We went into the kitchen and I got out a box of cinnamon rolls -- wishing I'd given Jack one -- and poured coffee for us both while Momma sat at the table, working herself up. Finally, I said, "Momma, you're going to a new place and you're going to run Daddy's household and you're going to have some more kids. What's the problem?" Momma eyed me. "Weren't you listening? I've given up my independence, my freedom, my control! We're SLAVES! I can't handle that!" She paused for a second, then added, "Look at YOU! You're going to have to share Jack with TWO OTHER WOMEN!" I nodded. "Maybe three. But a quarter of Jack is a LOT more than I've BEEN getting! Besides, I get to be momma to ALL Jack's babies!" Momma eyed me and said, "Motherhood is a lot of work. If it's all you want to be -- and I can see how it might be; you have simple needs -- that's great. But I need more..." Such BULLSHIT! I rolled my eyes. "Like what, Momma? What else HAVE you been doing? What great need of yours is gonna go unfulfilled, here?" Momma didn't work. She had a couple of hobbies -- so what? Momma opened her mouth -- and shut it. She pursed her lips and scratched her nose and sipped her coffee in a brown study -- and I laughed to myself, because she DIDN'T HAVE AN ANSWER! Daddy's repair and upkeep was Momma's life! Finally, she said, "It's about control, Honey -- I control my life! I can't have your father dictating things to me -- frankly, I don't think he can!" I laughed in her face -- which pissed her off some. "What?" she snarled. "Momma, I've been living with the two of you for twenty-three years, and YOU are NOT in CHARGE around here!" "That's crap!" Momma insisted. "I run EVERYTHING! Your father wouldn't get out of bed in the morning unless I pushed him!" "Momma," I replied, "you mistake having authority delegated to you for having authority. Daddy doesn't tell you what to do, generally, because he doesn't see it as his job to run this household. That's YOUR job, and you keep the place running smoothly, so he does what you ask of him -- you do ninety-five percent of everything, anyway..." Momma frowned. "So what's your point?" I shook my head. "When Daddy got that look on his face this morning, how long did it take you to roll over and agree to be a concubine?" "I didn't," Momma waved it off. "Well, I did, but I let him know..." "How LONG, Momma?" Momma started fidgeting in her chair. "Do you want ME to tell YOU?" Momma hung her head. "Not very long." I sat back in my chair. "That's right -- because you knew he was right. But more than that, you knew who is in charge!" "He's NOT in..." "Bullshit, Momma!' I erupted. "Daddy's not in charge of picking rump roast, but if it's important, like this morning, DADDY makes the decision -- and YOU know it! You supervise Daddy -- but Daddy MANAGES you! It's all about who is the shop foreman and who has the executive position and Daddy is the boss!" Momma absorbed this, then shook her head. "No. I tell your father what to do daily." "That's right," I agreed. "Daddy adds himself to the labor pool at home in areas where he is unskilled -- and he does things under your direction, because you're the expert. But Daddy does more than that. He runs his research team -- do you think THEY boss him around? He answers to his supervisors -- he cooperates -- but he chips in where he is needed to get the job done. Do you REALLY think he isn't in charge there?" "Well, no..." "Step back, then. What's his primary function? What's more important? Daddy has more than one job -- more than one 'department' under his supervision. He's an expert at one of them, but he HAS an expert in charge of the other one and he delegates his authority to her to get things done. That's effective management!" I insisted. Momma looked mulish and went through an entire cup of coffee before grumbling, "I can't just kowtow to him ... Besides, did you hear? There is going to be some young chippie..." "I heard Daddy," I replied. "Your job is not on the chopping block. You're just going to get some help, that's all. Your department is just going to grow -- or maybe be the same size, since I'm off to a new job." Momma grimaced. "Maybe, maybe not. You heard Jack -- I can be ... disposed of. This other woman is going to come in and she'll be new and exciting and she'll want a lot of sex..." "Don't you TALK to me about sex after LAST NIGHT!" I erupted. "You PLAYED with yourself while you watched us! And..." I crossed my arms. "So how long is Jack's penis? You certainly measured it!" Momma hung her head, embarrassed. "That was the most excitement I've had in some time," she muttered, then looked up. "When you're your age, sex is new and exciting and EXTREMELY pleasurable, but then you have kids ... Kids take a lot out of you -- you both get tired and you get no peace and you learn to subsist on quickies. Sex isn't experimental any more -- it's about getting off, fast, before someone yells, 'Mommy!' or a little hand turns the doorknob. That goes on forever -- the enemy just gets more sophisticated as they grow up. Finally, you reach the point where you know each other's hot buttons and can push them at will -- and sex becomes mechanical. You have habits, and they're hard to break. It's pleasure, and release, but it's not what it was; the romance has been leeched out and nothing is new and different..." I pursed my lips. "So last night was new and exciting..." "Yes." Momma looked away. "I love your father and I would never cheat on him, but it got me going..." She mused for a moment. "I think that's true love -- what you still feel when the joy of sex has gone away..." "I think maybe that might be a benefit of having another woman around," I opined. Momma gave me a look. "Replacement in bed? Besides, Honey, men are a little different. I'm not sure they ever get what we get when it's really good, but they tend to want it a lot more than we do -- and they don't care if it's mechanical. If a new woman comes in..." "It will be new and different and exciting," I finished. "At least for Daddy -- and MAYBE for YOU! Besides, I think you're missing some of the OTHER benefits." "Like what?" Momma asked suspiciously. "Well, with two of you to share the load, Daddy's demands won't be so onerous, for one thing," I told her. "For another, one of you can watch the kids while the other gets quality time. There are probably other things, too, but these are kind of obvious." "I don't see how having another woman around will improve sex for me," Momma disparaged. "No? I bet she'll have different habits," I pointed out, "or maybe no habits at all. If that's the case, Daddy will be forced to switch up some, don't you think? Besides," I eyed her sidelong, "you like to watch..." Momma blushed. "That was ... an accident." "It doesn't HAVE to be accidental," I pointed out. "There are other things, too. Have you ever licked a girl out?" "ELIZABETH GRACE HOPKINS! MY GOD!" I grinned widely -- it isn't often I can set Momma off that explosively! "Jeez, Momma! You're a little hung up, I think! After all, the whole 'Momma and Daddy are asexual and I was an immaculate conception' thing is sort of out the window after last night! You like getting it, I bet..." "Beth! I really don't think we should be discussing..." "My God, Momma! I'm twenty-three! When were you going to level with me? You know I've crossed over now -- I'm a woman. We can talk about woman things," I chided her. Momma looked rueful. "Some parental myths are best left unsullied." "Well, I STILL bet you can get it to go one way, anyway," I opined. Momma eyed me, "I'm guessing all this loose talk means..." "Uh uh!" I shook my head, "If you won't, I won't! You can FORGET getting juicy details if you want to stay all clammed up!" "Let's keep it for a future conversation," Momma murmured, then asked diffidently, "So you think it's going to be all right?" "Jack seems to think that if you're smart about it, the things that are important to you won't change too much," I pointed out. "I don't KNOW, any more than you do, but he seemed pretty confident." Momma grimaced. "I have bad habits..." Stepping carefully, I said, "Maybe Jack could help..." "By making me give public blowjobs?" "Something like that might change your sex life, Momma," I insisted. "You might get a charge out of it! It's forbidden, a little filthy, humiliating..." "You make those sound like positives!" Momma objected. "They tend to be, when it comes to sex," I retorted. "Even I know THAT!" Momma wrinkled her nose, "Well..." "It wouldn't hurt if you..." I searched for a word, " ... abased yourself ... for Daddy..." "No?" Momma looked genuinely worried. "No," I confirmed. "In the first place, it would tend to cement your position, and in the second, it might perk up your sex life. I promise not to rattle the doorknob -- unless you want me to..." I grinned. Momma grimaced. "I owe you one, I guess." "I bet the idea was a little spicy," I giggled. Momma smiled. "Yes. A little. That reminds me -- you REALLY need a trim down there!" "That's not all I need!" I replied. "I have NOTHING to wear in the bedroom for a man -- NOTHING!" Momma bit her lip. "Your daddy is a purist, but I could use an update..." "Let's get dressed and go shopping!" "AFTER the trim!" Momma retorted. "What a bush you have down there! It's a wonder Jack could find his way around!" "Well, okay..." The trim turned out to include some shaving; Momma didn't take ALL of my bush off, but she throttled it back some. I think the only reason she left what she did was that I insisted that we REALLY needed to know what Jack liked before going crazy. When we were done everything was shorter and less like a jungle and the edges were trimmed way back, but -- as Momma put it -- my clam still had a beard. The shopping trip through three different lingerie shops that followed was the most fun Momma and I have had in YEARS! We tried on white stuff and pink stuff and red stuff -- but Momma advised me to go with black. "Black is for bad girls, Honey," she told me. "All of those other colors are for ideal, up on a pedestal kinds of girls. When a guy is as far along with a girl as Jack is with you, he wants a bad girl -- one who isn't afraid to get nasty. Besides, it goes best with your coloration." Momma went black, too ... As a result of the trip, I was almost late for my shift at work... ------- Chapter 9 Beth: Frieda was all over me as soon as I walked in the door. "So? What happened?" I shrugged. "We went to Antoine's." "Come on -- there was more to it than that!" "Well, yeah," I admitted. "There were eight or ten other people there. We had a private dining room at the back and I sat with Jack while the muckedy-mucks talked about this and that for like three solid hours, then Jack took me home." "Eww! That's it?" Frieda looked disgusted, and I knew I had her. "Okay, well, that's not everything," I admitted, "but not out here, you know? Not on the floor..." "Oh. Okay." Frieda got it. "On break?" "Sure." So we worked through to the two o'clock break, then went out to my car for some privacy. Once we were settled, Frieda said, "Okay, I've been good -- gimme!" "Well, as far as it went, I told you the whole front end," I told her, "more or less as it happened. Jack DID take me home afterward, but I brought him in with me." "No way!" Frieda's eyes bugged. "Way!" I insisted. "Momma had waited up, too!" "Omigod!" Frieda gasped, "How did THAT go?" "Really strange," I told her. "Momma was ... subdued. She asked Jack a couple of questions and then she announced that she was going to bed!" "NO FUCKIN' WAY!" Frieda erupted. She nearly broke my eardrums -- which is why we were NOT having this conversation in the store! "Way!" I insisted again. "That's how it happened!" Frieda considered this. "Well, I DID let your momma have it for crawling all over the first guy ever to pay any attention to you. That was fucked up..." "Well, it worked, I guess," I grinned. "Thanks! We were expecting World War Three!" "So then what happened? Did you make out on the couch?" "No," I replied, preening, "I took him upstairs to my room and we had sex!" Frieda stopped and looked surprised -- and saddened. "Wow! You had me going there for a minute." "Huh?" "Sweetie, I love you and I would love to believe that, but there's NO WAY you took Jack upstairs to your room and fucked him! No fuckin' way!" "But I DID!" I insisted. "We started out banging the headboard on the wall and Momma came in to stop us -- but we'd changed around already -- and Momma stood there watching us and MASTURBATED!" Frieda looked miffed. "THAT's supposed to convince me? That's even more outlandish than your first tale! Come on, Sweetie, tell me the truth -- I can take it! He just dropped you at the door, then?" "Frieda, it's TRUE!" I insisted, "Swear to God! Think about it! It's too wild NOT to be true!" "It's too wild, all right!" Frieda groused. "No, look!" I reached in the back seat and grabbed a bag. "Would I buy THIS if we weren't doing anything?" I tipped the bag out in her lap and a black baby-doll nightie and matching panties fell out of it. "HOLY SHIT!" Frieda's eyes bugged out. "Does your momma know you bought that?" "She was WITH ME!" I retorted. "She bought one, too!" Frieda looked lost. "Something about this doesn't add up..." I nodded. Fighting a sour stomach, I admitted, "There IS more to it -- but this isn't the place, either. I want you to meet Jack -- REALLY meet him. Then, maybe, I can make you understand everything..." The nausea let up as I got a little more vague about the whole thing. Frieda's face twisted as she considered this. "When?" "Tonight?" "Well..." "PLEEEZE! It'll be worth it -- I promise!" I begged. "Well, okay." She held up the nightie. "How does it look?" I sighed. "I look like a hippo in a tutu -- but at least there IS a tutu!" Frieda snorted a giggle. ------- Jack called just after seven; he sounded ... aggravated. I was pretty diffident when I asked, "About Frieda..." but he said, "Let's go out to eat -- somewhere that we can get food, instead of a crowd." I agreed and collected Frieda and we decided to go to a hole-in-the-wall restaurant/bar that Frieda and I went to when we just wanted to do girl talk and maybe scope guys. He looked pretty fresh, though, when he showed up in his car... ------- Jack: I figured that I sounded like I had a mild case of rabies when I called Beth, so I deliberately pulled her in for a big kiss on arrival. Beth smiled big for me -- and for the benefit of Checkout Chickie -- Frieda, that is. I kept things neutral while I looked her over... She really wasn't big in any department -- probably 'A' cups, or maybe 'B' -- firm, though, I guessed. She didn't slim any at the waist -- she was more straight, vertically, rather than having any curves. The hair was blonde -- probably bleached, but at least streaked or something, curly, and shoulder-length. The nose kept her from looking like a pixie, it was one of those longish jobs with a kind of diamond-shaped ridge and a slight bulb at the end -- not Karl Malden, but a distant female relative. Buck teeth. Despite a fairly narrow frame, she had a bit of a pot-belly and looked a little pudgy. It's an odd kind of build that you see nowadays on a lot of stick-legged boys -- probably because instead of playing outside while they were young, they were inside building up their thumb muscles with a game console. At first glance, I wondered why on Earth I should bother. She looked a lot like an eleven-year-old baby-fat kid who had been advanced a few years. "This is Frieda," Beth said, and Frieda came forward, smiling hesitantly, to take my hand. I nodded and muttered, "Jack," as I gently squeezed her clammy hand. Kid had a nice smile, anyway... "We're going to Ray's tonight," Beth announced, "It's quieter." It was. The place was small, and dark, and out of the way; there were tables and a bar and a small dance floor. The music wasn't ungodly loud, and came from a jukebox. Oh, yeah, I forgot the pool tables. We sat at a table in the bar area; there was a restaurant area to the right as you came through the door, but it was a separate room. I got the idea that the girls used the table we settled in regularly. The menu had a lot of barbeque on it, but the girls swore by it -- and the ribs WERE good. I noticed right away that Frieda tended to be highly animated -- and that Beth got loose and comfortable and just as loud. They made comments about the couple of young toughs playing pool and some of the older guys at the bar, Frieda's somewhat risqué guesses at their sexual prowess provoking Beth's snorting giggle on multiple occasions. Our own conversation was a bit more cautious... "So, what do you do, Jack?" Frieda asked. I considered this one, berating myself for being unprepared to answer it. "I'm, uh, in the military." It was a stupid answer -- there were no bases nearby. Frieda knew this as well as I did -- and so did Beth. Instant discomfort. Beth found an answer. "He's a recruiter!" Frieda nodded, "Oh, yeah -- they're everywhere..." I could see in her eyes the corollary, 'and they're all silver-tongued liars!' Of course, I was doing a TERRIBLE job... "I, uh, don't recruit, myself," I stammered. "I'm, you know, with the administration people..." "Um hum," Frieda nodded, measuring me with her eyes -- and I KNEW I wasn't measuring up. The thing was, her protective instincts regarding Beth were actually improving her scores with me! She flicked a glance at Beth and said, "Beth told me this wild story about what you guys did last night. What's YOUR side of things?" Helpless, I turned a startled gaze on Beth. After a moment's thought, I said, "Well, a gentleman doesn't tell." Frieda wasn't satisfied, I could tell. "Well, this is kinda above and beyond, you know? The tale she gave me requires corroboration..." I frowned. What the Hell had Beth told her? With the blocks in place, it shouldn't have been much... "We had dinner at Antoine's..." "And?" Frieda prompted. "I took her home..." Frieda flicked a glance at Beth, who coughed and said, "What happened after that is what Frieda wants to know about." I pursed my lips. "Several things happened after that." Had Beth gotten around the inhibitions? "How far did you go?" "Where did you sleep last night, Jack?" Frieda asked. I eyed Beth who was popping her eyes and waving her hands for me to go ahead. "With Beth." Frieda blinked. "Where was that?" "Her bedroom?" It was a question. Maybe it shouldn't have been. Frieda flicked a glance at Beth. "Could you describe her bedroom, please?" I turned to Beth. "Are we wide open here?" Beth looked embarrassed. "Well, for the basics, anyway." "Okay." I turned to Frieda. "I'd never slept in a canopy bed before. She has a lot of stuffed animals -- bears mostly. And a mirror chest that faces the bedroom door." Frieda got a little feral. "Why did that make an impression?" I turned to Beth. "You went THAT far?" "Um, yeth. That wath part of it." Embarrassment REALLY steps up that lisp... "Because we caught her mother peeping in it while we were having sex," I told Frieda, surrendering. "Anything else?" Frieda's eyes were saucers. "REALLY? HOLY SHIT! You WEREN'T lying!" she howled at Beth. Whirling back to me, she asked, "Was Mrs. H really jilling off?" I turned to Beth. "Your mother will be horrified!" To Frieda, I said, "I didn't witness that, but her nightgown was suspiciously bunched at the waist when we discovered her." "Oh ... My ... GOD!" Frieda took a slug of beer. "I'm sorry Sweetie -- it was just SOOO out there..." Frieda turned back to me. "But there's more to it, isn't there?" I put on my best poker face. "Why would you say that?" "Because wild stuff like that doesn't just happen," Frieda replied. "There have to be extenuating circumstances. I mean, I talked to Mrs. H. last night and tried to put some sense in her head, but I don't see her just telling you to make yourself at home." She flicked a glance at Beth. "Besides, Beth hinted that there was more." "I see." I turned to Beth. "Did you hurt yourself?" "I got a little queasy," she admitted. "Daddy was worse." Okay, that meant that Beth had to have been VERY vague ... She was giving me big, puppydog eyes, too -- begging. Problem was, I wasn't convinced. Frieda had a good twenty points of IQ on Tina -- I could tell without even seeing a CAP card -- but that might just mean trouble with Dottie over who was in charge. Frieda's looks were okay, but not spectacular -- and I didn't have the visceral sexual heat for her that Beth produced. Basically, the only thing Frieda had going for her was Beth -- was that enough? I needed more data... "I'm going to hit the Men's Room," I told them. "Maybe we'll discuss this when I come back." 'And maybe not, ' I added to myself, as I rose. Beth looked nervous and apprehensive; I gave her a little wave, but it was premature for her to draw comfort from it. In the Men's Room, bellied up to the urinal, I subvocalized, "Okay, Frieda Hunt. CAP score?" the AI returned. 'What does that mean?' 'She LOOKS like an overgrown twelve year old... ' I mused. the AI reported. 'It sounds like she has ... needs... ' I mused. 'She's been abused?' 'I don't see how I could approach her without appearing to be an abuser.' 'So... ' 'How likely is that?' 'So you don't know whether she is really a virgin or not, but you do know she plays with toys, ' I summed up. Somewhere in there, I made up my mind. The fact that she was a broken thing did it for me, apparently. 'Any projections for the effect on the dynamic between myself and my other concubines?' 'Children?' 'Thanks.' I zipped up, washed my hands, and headed out to the table. The pool players were hanging over the table. One of them looked up and said, "Oh. You're back." "That I am," I agreed. It took him a second to understand; I wasn't surprised, since they'd sucked down at least a pitcher apiece while we were having dinner. They had that 'Born to Raise Hell' look to them, so I'd kept track. "We were asking the girls to dance -- you don't mind, do you?" His attitude said that I should give serious thought to allowing it, since there were two of them and only one of me. "Actually, I DO mind," I replied, "since I have some claim on one of them." Both of them were surprised that I had the temerity to argue, but the one who had been heretofore silent one seemed inclined to be gracious. "The little one? Okay, no problem; Chubby can probably take the heat a lot better. Come on, Honey," he said to Beth as he lifted her out of her chair by her upper arm, "Let's dance a slow one. Do you do the mambo? The horizontal mambo?" I cleared my throat. "You guessed wrong, I'm afraid -- that one belongs to me." The first contestant got aggravated and grunted, "Tough!" and then reached for Frieda. "That one is my guest," I insisted. Prince Charming ignored me and collected Frieda's wrist. Beth turned a frightened glance on me; her captor was preparing to feel her up. "That's enough!" I insisted. "Return the lady to the table." "Fuck you!" Prince Charming let go of Frieda and grabbed a beer pitcher and swung it at me, sidearm. I ducked it and when it had passed I kneed him in the solar plexus, pulling him into position with both hands on his back to ensure that he got a nice solid connection. Prince Charming stopped breathing and collapsed to the floor. "Hey!" Beth's captor watched his buddy hit the floor with big eyes. "What did you do that for?" "He seemed to think I would look good covered in broken glass," I replied. "I recommend that you release my woman -- NOW!" "You don't own her!" he declared belligerently. "Come on, Honey -- I'll show you a good time..." He reached out to cop a feel of Beth's right breast. Even I don't know how my hand got there and closed on his wrist before his hand closed on her tit -- but it did, and I pulled it away. The drunk whirled Beth out of the way and drew back to deliver a punch -- and I put his lights out with an uppercut. Holding him by the wrist kept him from hitting the floor, but may have sprained it. Someone was messing with my leg; I looked down to find Prince Charming trying to grab it and breathe at the same time. "You're kidding, right?" "Motherfucker!' he mouthed; he couldn't breathe yet. I reached down and grabbed his neck, closing off both carotids; his eyes closed in no time and I let him slump, unconscious, to the floor. "Nice place," I commented, collecting Beth in my arms. "You girls come here often?" Beth was trying not to be hysterical; I held her and rubbed her back. Frieda, eyes huge, muttered, "All the time. They do, too -- and this is the first time they ever paid any attention to us!" Her voice climbing, she added, "Do you know you just levitated right over the table? That was AWESOME!" The bartender appeared, wiping his hands on a towel. "Troy and Tony, huh? You didn't kill 'em, or anything?" "I tried to minimize the damage," I replied. "They like to get fired up and try to wrestle chicks from their dates," the bartender grunted. "Generally, it works. Generally, they get a little something from the girls, too. Generally, superior firepower keeps anybody from raising a fuss about it..." "They came out on the short end of the force equation this time," I observed. "Guess so," the barkeep agreed. "That mean they're armed?" I asked. "It's happened," the barkeep replied equably. One of the pair on the ground groaned. I searched them; it seemed that I only rated a couple of knives. I confiscated them. Both of them were showing signs of life, so the barkeep moved off. Beth, shaky, had resumed her seat while I frisked the boys; I settled back into mine and asked, "Have you ever seen them play that game before?" Beth shook her head, wide-eyed; Frieda got this look on her face. "Once, maybe. I've seen them get into it over girls with other guys, but I didn't make the connection. I saw them handing around a girl once -- there didn't seem to be another guy around." After a second, she added, "Watch the bartender; I think she gave him a blowjob." I got up and took the other seat at the table -- the one with a view of the bar. By now, both of the party animals had crawled off, groaning; Beth's dance partner was clutching his wrist. I waved our waitress over, "Maybe we should move to a booth." "Maybe you should leave, Mister," the waitress countered. "Those two don't have much sense when they're sober." I thought about it. "Do you girls want dessert? Drinks?" Both shook their heads. "Check, please!" I told the waitress. She produced it on the spot. I used a standard Discover card -- on an account funded by the Confederacy Navy, not that it said so. The waitress was back in a flash. I signed, put things away, and escorted my ladies out of there. In the parking lot, I picked up the good ol' boys rummaging around in a pickup. I got the girls into the car about the time the AI announced, Thank God for my AI's sensor suite -- he was probably floating a drone above me somewhere. Not wanting to make a scene, I told the girls, "Wait in the car," then fished my stinger out and palmed it. Circling the car, I told Prince Charming, "Let's not play with guns." "Too late for that, Smartass!" he rasped, and started bringing the pistol to bear -- so I stung him. I was between him and the girls, so they didn't see it; I covered things by rushing the idiot, hoping no one noticed the 'Zap!' Even his buddy didn't see what happened; he probably figured I got to him before he could fire. I disassembled the gun and pocketed several pieces -- the cylinder, notably -- and tossed it away. Beth's dance partner just stood by the truck, wide-eyed. "If you guys keep this kind of thing up, you could end up dead," I noted. He nodded. "I'm glad we had this little talk. Recommend that you don't bother me or my ladies -- next time, I'll be short on forgiveness. Relay that to him, will you?" He gazed at his fallen partner. "You didn't kill him, did you?" I could tell that this one wasn't going to cause any problems. "No, but he'll be out for a while. Want me to help you load him in the truck?" "Yes, please." He was all manners now, this one. Given his wrist, it was mostly my efforts that got Prince Charming parked in the truck's passenger seat. Once he was loaded, his partner gave me a cautious nod and started the truck. Going the car, I said, "You two are DEFINITELY going to have to find another place to eat!" But I remembered the AI's analysis of Frieda, and if we were going to be burning bridges, we might as well cross them first. "Since the troublemakers are leaving, let's go in and have another drink." Beth, bless her timid heart, was visibly nervous, but Frieda eyed me cautiously, nodded, and got out of the car -- and buoyed by her friend's example, Beth followed when I opened her door. Once she was out I reached in the trunk and pulled out the hypnotizer and stuck it in my pocket. The bouncer -- they were checking IDs for bar access based on the time, I guess, since earlier, the waitress had checked IDs when we ordered drinks -- gave me the eye as we came back in. "What happened to the other two?" "They left," I said shortly, and held open the door enough that the pickup could be seen heading up the street. "We made up in the parking lot." He'd seen the earlier altercation; I watched him turn things over in his head and nod. Turning to Frieda, I asked quietly, "Where were they sitting when they handed that girl around?" The look Frieda gave me told me I had her number; the place had become popular with her AFTER that sighting -- and Beth probably didn't know. It probably also explained the girls' habit of making comments about the male patrons. Frieda hadn't realized that part of the fun for the pair that accosted us was the power trip of making another male back down and taking his woman, so she'd made remarks -- and encouraged Beth to make remarks -- in order to get their attention. That probably was ALSO why when they finally showed up with a male escort, they attracted the bully-boys like magnets... "Over there," she said, pointing at an area against the back wall where a bench seat along the wall faced tables and chairs placed with their backs to us. The area was in full sight of the bar as a whole -- but not the dining area -- and beyond the pool tables, whose bright overhead lights would provide some cover against being seen by patrons -- and the law -- as they first entered the door. Basically, if you were doing something you shouldn't be, it was in full sight of the vast majority of the bar patrons, but not someone just entering the door and not anyone in the restaurant. Given what Frieda had said about the management, the patrons were used to getting free shows, at the very least... "Let's sit there, then." I let her stew on the implications. Beth, of course, had no idea; you could tell from her expression that the location held no significance for her. She hadn't even put it together with Frieda's earlier comments. Frieda led us to the center of the three tables facing the bench and gave me a look. I pulled a facing chair from the table on the right and waved her into it and pulled the other chair around to the other side for Beth, then sat on the bench facing the room with Frieda on my left and Beth on my right. The waitress arrived before we were even settled. "You're back..." "We made up in the parking lot," I supplied. "The boys have gone home for the evening." I turned to the girls, "What do you want to drink?" The girls ordered margaritas, and I ordered a beer. The waitress, bemused, wandered off. Beth eyed me, worried, so I reached under the table and played with her leg; she smiled and relaxed. The bartender visited us with a drink tray. "We don't want no trouble." "That's fine," I told him, and fished in my pocket to hand him the gun parts. "One of our young friends is napping again, and the other's wrist is bothering him. The rest of this is out there in the bushes somewhere; you might want to collect it and return it -- or not..." He looked somewhat relieved, but was still cautious. "So..." "So don't bother us," I told him. "Nothing is going to happen here that hasn't happened before. Just do what you normally do." He nodded and wandered off. Frieda watched me like a hawk as she sucked the straw inserted into the depths of her margarita. I tilted back my beer and sat it down, then collected the hypnotizer from my pocket. "Take a look at this," I told Frieda, "It's the latest thing. I'm thinking about getting Beth one." I watched as Frieda picked it up and gazed into it, and then flinched slightly as the needle pricked her. Beth gazed at me. "Does this mean... ?" "Yes." I sipped my beer. "We'll make the offer, at least." "Goody!" Beth ALMOST bounced and clapped. Actually, she DID bounce, but restrained the clap. "Thank you!" "You owe me," I teased her, "Remember your duties..." Beth nodded, eager to please. Two minutes later, Frieda looked up from the hypnotizer and turned it in her hands. "That's all it does?" Beth took a long suck of her margarita and choked to keep from giggling. Poker-faced, I replied, "It's enough." "If you say so," Frieda replied indifferently, putting it down. I picked it up and put it in my pocket while she took a slug from her margarita. "So, what now?" "You wanted to know the rest of the story, didn't you?" I replied. Frieda sat forward. "I'm all ears!" ------- Chapter 10 Jack: "All right," I replied. "First thing's first. What would you do to get off this rock?" Frieda blinked. Then she thought for a moment. Finally, she assumed a rueful expression. "Look, Jack, I'm really starting to like you -- you get more impressive by the minute -- but I'm not Beth. At this point, you could tie a piece of twine around her neck and she would follow you everywhere if, when and until you got lucky and stumbled into a pickup -- no offense Sweetie! -- but I'm not built that way. I've been fooled before, and I just can't lock myself down for a maybe. If it happens and we are together or can get that way, I'll be the first one to get naked and jump on your cock, but for now I need to hold my options open." I settled back in my seat. "That's fair." Unsurprising, too -- Frieda wouldn't be big on trust. Frieda turned to Beth, "Sweetie, I wasn't trying to be mean. Jack, here, more than rates anything you need to do to keep him. I'd marry him, if I were you, while you wait. But I can't stick myself out there on a maybe and run the chance that I'll be in the Ladies Room when the walls come down -- or that Jack might just decide I'm not as hot as some other chick on site at the last second. I'll be happy to hang out with you guys, and if it happens, I'll want to interview, but I can't go joining a harem in waiting..." Beth seemed to take this in stride. She reached over and put her hand atop mine and asked, "Jack, can I handle this?" More or less baffled, I said, "Sure..." Beth pulled her purse onto the table and reached into it, pulling out a piece of paper. She handed it to Frieda. "Read this." Then she calmly placed her purse back on the floor. Frieda unfolded the paper. It took maybe two seconds for her eyes to pop. Then she looked up at me. "I've seen a couple of these. Is it genuine?" I cocked my head. "I don't know -- what is it?" Frieda passed the paper -- and I recognized it instantly; it was the document I'd pulled up on the computer at Beth's that morning -- her status notification. "Yes." I handed it back. Frieda looked a little shaky. "It says she's already -- you're already..." "Yes." I nodded. Frieda picked up her margarita glass and took a big slug of it, then put it down and played for a moment with a water ring on the table. "Could I, like, get a dog collar?" I grinned. "Spikes, or those diamond-shaped metal studs?" "Oh, spikes, of course." She began to smile. "You'll have to take it off if I decide to suck your neck, or whatever," I teased. "That's fine, I'm sure..." She drew some more pictures in the water. "What am I signing up for, exactly?" "The standard concubine thing," I replied, pulling no punches. "Sex on demand -- and anything else I want, for that matter. Kids. In return, you come with us when I'm done here and I support and protect you and give you a place to live -- until we irritate each other beyond tolerance, at which point, I try to find you another place to live." I paused. "I'm doing this for Beth; I don't promise love, although I love Beth and I love both of my other concubines -- it's way too early for that. But if it works, it works." Beth looked unhappy, but Frieda said, "That seems fair. No promises you can't keep." "Exactly," I agreed. "I'm being as honest and straightforward with you as I know how. There are no guarantees -- I can't predict the future. But I meet my obligations." Frieda glanced down at the paper. "This was effective last night." "That's right." "When are you leaving?" "Saturday." "If I say yes, when is it effective?" "As soon as you pass the test drive," I told her. "One of those will be in process wherever it is they are generated before we leave the building." Frieda nodded; clearly, she EXPECTED a test drive. "Okay." "So we come back to my original question," I murmured, "What would you do to get off this rock?" Frieda looked me in the eye and declaimed flatly, "Anything. Name it." "Are you a virgin?" "Technically -- in one hole. My stepdad and his brother left my pussy alone," Frieda replied. Beth gasped. "Probably because I wasn't quite eleven when Mom filed for divorce, and she warned him that if he gave us trouble he would go away for pedophilia." "You were still lucky, I bet," I replied. "You're not surprised." "I've seen your CAP scores -- or had them interpreted for me, anyway," I informed her. "I don't want to be seen as an abuser; would you give it to me?" "You're fine -- we understand each other. You're not trying to tell me you love me and that I ought to be nice to you," Frieda replied in a flat voice. "I'd be happy to fuck you." "God..." Beth covered her face. "It's all right, Sweetie," Frieda told her, patting her shoulder. "Jack is handling things just right. He's not being mean -- he's telling me what I need to hear -- straight up, the way I need to hear it." She eyed me. "You know a shrink?" "I know an AI." I paused. "I could pass on the test drive, but that would be doing both of us a disservice, wouldn't it?" Frieda smiled ferally. "Yeah. You wouldn't know if I was any good, and I would feel like a charity case -- like I hadn't earned it. What do you want? Name it. The cherry is no problem -- I've been wanting to get rid of that for years." "How's your head?" I asked. "I'm out of practice -- but I'm told it's like riding a bicycle," Frieda replied, her eyes on mine. the AI supplied. 'Tell me something I DON'T know!' I thought, but didn't bother to subvocalize. I patted the bench on my left. "Get naked and climb up here and show Beth how to give a blowjob." I patted the bench on my right. "Beth, you get naked, too, and climb up here to learn how." Beth got big eyes and glanced around, but Frieda didn't. She threw her tank top over her head and regarded Beth, "Sweetie, I can walk, but YOU have NO CHOICE! Get moving -- your man gave you an instruction!" She undid her jeans and stepped out of them. "Jack?" Beth gulped. "Now, Babe," I said gently. "Don't worry -- I can empty the place if I have to. Nobody is going to do anything." I chucked her under the chin. "Yes, Jack." Beth bucked up, stood up, and started getting out of her clothing. Frieda was already crawling along the bench and reaching for my zipper. I shucked out of my pants, pulling my stinger from the hidden holster at the small of my back and putting it beside me on the bench. "Ooooo! Nice!" Frieda collected my somewhat lank but already erecting cock. I've seen porn flicks where the guys start out dead in the water and take forever to get an erection, even while being attended to -- and I've never understood it. I get hard just thinking about having a woman touch my cock -- never mind having one actually DO it ... I was like stone before Frieda had jacked it twice! She looked up at Beth and said, "You hit the jackpot here, Sweetie -- this thing is BEAUTIFUL! And a good two inches longer than Uncle Bart's..." Beth was just crawling onto the bench as Frieda rolled her lips over it. Releasing it with a pop, Frieda said, "Cut, too! No nasty goo under the foreskin..." She rolled her lips up and down it a couple of times -- they felt MARVELOUS! -- and then she murmured, "Yeah, just like riding a bicycle..." -- then she stuck her face in my pubes, swallowing it to the root! "Holy shit!" I gasped. While she was down there, she proceeded to swallow, too! Frieda popped back off it, smiling. "Am I passing?" "Oh, yeah..." I gasped. Dottie and Tina didn't do THIS -- maybe because I hadn't had their throats modified... "Step-Daddy and Uncle Bart weren't this big -- but I was a lot younger, too, so I had to learn deep throat," she confided. "It still works, I see..." "I hope they're under a jail somewhere," I croaked, "but..." Frieda smiled. "Yeah -- you reap the benefits..." Turning her attention to Beth, she intoned, "Come closer, Sweetie, and let Auntie Frieda teach you all about sucking dicks..." I settled back, slouching against the bench, my eyes glazed. Frieda's head would bob, and then Beth's ... Frieda would make comments like "See this spot? It's REAL sensitive..." or "Suck, but just enough to bring your cheeks in over your teeth -- otherwise, it's too rough for him and too much work for you..." or "Use that tongue! Your pussy doesn't have one, which is probably too bad..." and "Ease up going in -- rest your mouth. But tighten up coming back and give the ridge at the back of the head a workout..." Frieda's answer to deep throat was, "Don't try to do this -- get the basics down first. But you can see that it IS possible..." -- and her throat worked over my glans. Heavenly... The bartender minced over and stood wiping his hands. "Hey, uh..." I eyed him. "I'm guessing that this isn't a whole lot different than what would have happened if those two had won," I opined. The guy grimaced; I knew I had him. "Except maybe you'd have gotten some, huh?" I guessed. He grimaced again. "Yeah." Frieda's head popped up. "You had probably fifty opportunities, and you blew it, Buster! Now he owns me -- and YOU'RE out of luck! HA HA HA!" she announced sarcastically. I shrugged. "When she's right, she's right ... Audience participation tonight will be limited to viewing. Send the waitress over, will you? I need another beer." He didn't want to hear that -- but I didn't give a damn. I was about eight seconds from getting a nut in Frieda's throat ... Holding her head in place, I grunted, "Finish me!" She had no problem with the instruction, taking me deep and swallowing until she knew I'd hit the point of no return, then backing off to take my seed in her mouth. I hunched and grunted and gushed and enjoyed it thoroughly; when I was done, she backed off smiling with her lips closed and beckoned Beth over. Beth leaned up and Frieda locked lips with her; Beth grunted in surprise and I realized that she was taking delivery of a snowball. "Good stuff, huh?" Frieda grinned, backing off. Beth gulped and nodded, then grinned back. "Thtickth in my bratheth..." "It's a snack for later," Frieda chuckled. The waitress showed up about then. "You wanted something?" she asked faintly. "Another beer for me and two more margaritas for my girls," I replied. "I didn't expect this, earlier," she muttered. "It just happened," I replied, "but it was an outgrowth of the earlier incident. They tended to do this kind of thing, didn't they?" I asked, referring to Prince Charming and company. "Well, yeah." Clearly, it embarrassed the woman. "And management tolerates it." The woman nodded. "Yet you work here..." "I..." "Bring us our drinks, Honey." I waved her off. Frieda, now sitting on the bench to my left, muttered, "You were rough on her." "When did you see them pass around that girl?" I asked. "It's been months." "How many times do you figure it's happened?" "Several," Frieda admitted. "And she's still working here," I accused. "She's a cocktail waitress -- she can find work elsewhere. She likes it. She likes to watch. The bartender is probably fucking her." Frieda shrugged, grinning. "So she has issues. Sounds like concubine material." Eyeing me sidelong, she asked, "So, did I pass?" I rubbed her shoulder. "You pass. Welcome to sex slavery." "Promise me you'll fuck me soon." "You're not allowed to make demands," I reminded her. "Yes, Master," she grinned unrepentant. "Can I beg a lot?" "That's allowed." I tugged Beth closer to me and kissed her on the neck. Frieda was more outgoing; I would need to pay attention to Beth to make sure she wasn't eclipsed. The waitress came back, eyes downcast, and began placing drinks on the table. "Can I play with her?" Frieda whispered. "Okay." Frieda turned and unloaded on the waitress. "Stay a while, Honey. Pull up a chair -- we know you like to watch." The waitress froze, looked around -- toward the bar, in particular -- and dragged a chair around to face us. I made sure I had a nipple in each hand; Beth had picked up my stinger and was holding it in her lap. "Don't pull the trigger," I whispered in her ear, "You won't like the result." "Are you married, Honey, or do you just wear that ring to keep the flies away?" Frieda asked. "Where's your old man?" The waitress flicked a glance at me before replying, "God knows. Technically, I'm still married -- but it's only because I can't find him to serve papers. He hasn't done nothing for me for a while." I guess I should describe the woman: Black, busty, a little thick, but not huge. Tall. Nice legs for a black woman; they tend not to be shaped the same as whites -- fewer curves, or different ones, anyway. Her skirt was demure for length, but molded itself to a nice, padded ass. She was right around thirty, at a guess -- maybe just short of it. She wasn't done up for the bar only -- more a working waitress rig that would allow her to work the family-oriented restaurant area -- but her assets were on display. She had a nice face -- the nose wasn't as big as usual, although it was a bit short. She had puffy cheeks and big lips, but they made her look a bit younger than she was. Meanwhile, Frieda continued the interrogation. "How many kids?" "Three. A boy and two girls. How did you know?" "You've got the look." Frieda paused, then let go the next zinger, "So how often do you have to fuck the bartender?" The waitress took it between the eyes; her lips pursed and her eyes widened and she rocked like she'd been hit. Then she dropped her eyes to the table top and muttered, "Depends. He likes white chicks better -- and the other waitress is white. Still, she isn't on and you've probably stirred him up -- I'll probably have to give him a blowjob, anyway, tonight. Otherwise? Every couple of weeks. Longer than that if Troy and Tony drum up anything. Like I said, he prefers white chicks." The bartender was a beefy bald guy with a moustache -- a white guy. "Is it a problem?" Frieda asked. "Not usually." The way she clammed up, you knew there was more. "Come on, Honey..." "I'm gonna want more tonight," the waitress whispered, blushing an eggplant shade. Frieda giggled and turned to me, "You like chocolate, Jack?" Caught short, I muttered, "Don't know -- never tried it. But I've got my hands full." Then I sat there reprocessing images of the waitress' expressions -- hope, then disappointment. Frieda shrugged. "What's your name, Honey?" "Tara." "You like your men to be able to handle themselves, don't you, Honey?" Frieda pressed. "Yes." "In fact, I bet you like it for them to handle YOU..." "I ... Gotta go. Other customers..." Tara stammered and got up quickly. She was across the room in a flash. Frieda leaned against my shoulder and giggled. "How many women can you have, anyway, Jack?" I blinked. "You know, I really haven't asked. I'm at four now." "Maybe you should," Frieda opined. "How many do you think you can handle?" She started jacking me again. I thought about it. There were days when I left Tina and Dottie alone -- usually for their sakes. I'd been known to do both of them -- twice -- but it wasn't a normal thing. If I had more, I would fuck more -- but I was committed to two more already. Was that enough? Frieda's hand on my cock was probably skewing things... "Stop that, you! You're distracting me!" "Yes ... Master..." Frieda grinned from ear to ear. "Drink up -- we're about done here, I think," I announced. "We can relax, so don't bolt them, but in ten or fifteen minutes..." "Okay," Frieda replied. "We can watch the boys watch us. Beth, Sweetie, wiggle your shoulders." She cackled at the response; there were at least a half-dozen sets of male eyes tracking the girls' every move, and several of them reacted significantly. Beth was aghast. "Why would they look at these floppy things?" "It's how we're wired, Babe, it's how we're wired..." I grinned and mauled one of those 'floppy things, ' enjoying it immensely. ------- It was with some reluctance that I bid the girls to go off to the Ladies Room and re-don their clothing a few minutes later; it would have been fun to just walk out with them naked, but it would have been trouble all around, I figured. While I waited, I paid the tab; Tara minced over with it and I asked her when she was on next -- not that I had any serious plans. I thought to check with the AI, too, 'How many concubines am I authorized?' the AI replied. I limited myself to a noncommittal grunt. The girls came out and I waved them toward the door. The bartender had the balls to call out, "Come back and see us!" Once in the car and moving, I asked Beth, "Is there any reason we need to go to your parents' place tonight?" Beth shrugged. "I don't know, Jack. Daddy might need to talk to you..." "Hadn't thought of that," I mused. "Okay, we pick up the cars and convoy to your place. But we may be sleeping at mine." Beth reached across to rub my leg and I returned the favor when driving allowed. After a bit another set of hands came over the back of the seat to rub my chest. "Sit back and wear your seatbelt," I ordered Frieda, "We don't want to lose you because I got distracted and we got run over and you weren't belted in." "No blowjobs in the car, then?" Frieda teased. "Not while moving, anyway." ------- Oliver: I had no problem compartmentalizing the whole Confederacy pickup issue while at work. I did what I needed to do and made a few preparations here and there -- including a carefully worded email to my youngest daughter Judith, and then, after some thought, another to Maureen; since Maureen hadn't made pickup yet, she might as well be available for this one. Neither of them said anything startling, of course -- just that we were planning a family get-together for Friday night and Saturday morning and I really wanted them to come and meet Beth's new fiancé. Even knowing as little about women as I do, I figured that the first part of the request would get a roll of the eyes, but the second would bring them running... The other item on the agenda was a perusal of the girls at the office -- with new eyes, as it were. The knowledge that Vera would decapitate me and desecrate my still-flopping body if she caught me fooling around with another woman had kept me from anything serious in the way of sexual fantasies regarding the staff in my office -- and to be fair, it wasn't hard. But there WERE a couple of young research assistants who might measure up... Britney Shelton, for instance: Although not amazing, one way or the other, she was decidedly nondescript, with hair just the brown side of red. She switched back and forth between contact lenses and eyeglasses on a schedule I'd never been able to determine. She might even be a bit thin -- she had that bowed leg thing. Cute she was, without being wildly exciting. More important, probably, I fancied that I held some interest for her -- although I was careful not to encourage it. She had a fine, sharp mind; if I got to continue my work or something similar, she would be a valuable asset. I must have telegraphed something; she looked up from crunching the reams of emissions data we had been given from a system with a known Sa'arm incursion -- looking for something resembling communications -- and queried, "Doctor?" I waved her off. "Sorry, woolgathering." "Anything I can help with?" "Memories of youth and folly." "You make it sound as if you were old," she murmured, with a smile, eyeing me sidelong. "Compared, say, to you?" I retorted. I surprised myself, that was the closest I'd ever come to a flirt. She realized it, too! "It's purely physical," she replied, "and easily fixed." I smiled ruefully. "Mental, too -- a recognition of lost opportunities and missed cues. We get wiser too late." "Nonsense!" Britney retorted. "All right, age IS in the mind -- especially nowadays -- but you haven't missed anything -- or you don't have to." I realized that I'd been right -- she WAS interested! I backpedaled, "I have a spouse with firm opinions on where I should be and what I should be doing -- and she would take a dim view of my returning to adolescence." Britney looked away. "She's a modern woman. Surely she realizes that under the current circumstances she may have to learn to share -- or face the possibility of being dispensed with..." "True," I agreed, "but it won't be graceful, and it won't be a moment before she has to." I withdrew as gracefully as I could at that point. ------- I need to say here that I was perfectly happy with my lot. I was hopelessly inept, socially, and still a virgin right up to the day that Vera descended upon me while I was distractedly attempting to puzzle out the mysteries of separating the whites and colors at the university Laundromat, roped me and dragged me into her bed. Once captured, I placidly allowed her to lead me to the altar and apply the bridle and saddle -- and I hadn't lost by it. On that fateful Wednesday morning, the discovery that my eldest daughter was finally taken care of made everything perfect -- then the specter of my own extraction shook things up... Now, extraction had always been a possibility, and the default option was to accept it -- but I hadn't gone hunting it because of Vera's lack of enthusiasm and the peripheral dread of the havoc the whole thing would wreak upon my domestic tranquility. In any scenarios I dreamed up, Vera and I would be together when the curtain dropped; I would give her a good shake, and we would move on ... Frankly, scenarios where we weren't together were fraught with uncertainty -- even terror! The current circumstance was radically different than anything previously envisioned -- and not necessarily an improvement. Vera and I had been together for nearly a quarter of a century -- and while the new had decidedly worn off, we were both somewhat broken in, if you catch my drift. Sex wasn't the nightly activity that it once had been, but that was a function of age and familiarity -- and of course, Vera's manipulations of supply to keep me 'a good boy.' Fine. When she wanted something -- something that happened with fair regularity -- the gates opened. On the other hand, my wife had good monetary sense and understood that 'buy now, pay later' didn't mean you NEVER paid, or that you didn't pay for the privilege. Her household management seldom required tuning and had managed to allow us to be reasonably independent, even on my meager means. We were comfortable; the impending adjustment to the matrix of duties and responsibilities inherent in our relationship was as daunting to me as it was to Vera. Nonetheless, the change in circumstances sparked a certain quickening in me -- and in others, as they detected it. The gist of the fact that I had roused myself from dormancy apparently went through the female staff like wildfire; while I thought that I was being circumspect, apparently I might as well have been carrying a sign! I work for a private research foundation associated with a university; everyone in our little group had at least a working idea of the CAP scores of the others, even though it was impolite to discuss it openly. Still, you could discern CAP score among the females by mode of dress, if nothing else -- not that anyone even closely approached the near nakedness of some of the more desperate denizens of more public venues. Even the older fifty-something assistants (whatever happened to the word 'secretary?') tended to go to some effort to display some décolletage -- or even a bit of thigh, if it was likely to be of benefit. A couple went too far, in my opinion -- but then, I was happily married to Vera, and as such well aware that tastes differ ... When a woman goes to THAT much effort -- particularly in an environment where more wild clothing is frowned upon for one reason or another -- they tend to defeat the coverage efforts of what they ARE allowed to wear, to the point that accidents happen; I'd seen a few nipples on the odd occasion when a blouse that had been unbuttoned one button too far revealed the contents of a brassiere deliberately left loose. The scent of blood in the water sparked a series of wardrobe adjustments that nearly doubled the number of such happy accidents in a single afternoon! I was having coffee in the break room at mid-afternoon when Leland Philpott sidled up to me and asked, "So, is that new after-shave on the market REALLY an aphrodisiac?" "What? I've no idea what you're talking about!" I blustered. "Come now," Leland snorted, sweeping his glance around the room -- which had at least four more females in it than the average for the periods when I decided to consume a bit of coffee. "SOMETHING you've said or done has half the female staff following you about and baying and spending time in the Ladies Room rolling up their skirts and lopping buttons off their blouses! Care to enlighten me?" "I'm afraid I may have emitted an unguarded word or two in the presence of one of the research assistants," I admitted, "totally by accident." "You flirted with some young thing?" Leland snorted. "Vera will have your head on a pike!" "It was ... accidental..." "Nonetheless..." Leland swept his eye over the nearby collection of feminine pulchritude. "Despite the distinct personal danger to you, I'd be grateful if you kept them going for a couple of days..." I chuckled and waved him off. ------- I went home at the regular time; Vera met at the door in a VERY fetching black baby-doll nightie and heels, holding a glass of wine. I was thunderstruck! "Where did THAT come from?" I asked, taking the glass and allowing Vera to take my laptop case from my nerveless fingers. Her nipples were up and poking the translucent fabric and her areolas, while crinkled, were still highly visible and the size of a silver dollar. "We needed to update Beth's wardrobe for Jack, and I took the opportunity to do the same for you. You like?" She smiled widely. "Very much!" I confirmed. "I thought you might," she replied, her voice turning sultry as she moved in close. I never even sipped the wine; in fact, I've no idea what I did with the glass! Five minutes later, we were in the bedroom; I was naked, and Vera had lost the tiny thong that came with her outfit and I was poised at her opening. Generally, Vera required cunnilingus to warm her up -- or perhaps it was just our agreed upon payment for my right to penetrate her -- but this evening she was hot and wet and ready without the usual foreplay; a good thing, since I, too, was somewhat pre-charged from events at work and her unprecedented display. I pressed my length home in her vagina with an urgency we hadn't managed to work up in some time, and the noises she made reminded me of our early years together when sex was entertainment and pleasure and joy for both of us, not mere release. Afterward, when I'd rolled us over so that she wasn't crushed by my weight (odd, since she probably weighs more than I do), she kissed my neck and stroked my face and admitted softly, "I'm scared to death." "So am I," I whispered back. "It's different, though," she insisted, coming up on her elbows to engage my eyes with her own. "I've been, well, lax. I've abused you. And the price for me could be ugly. For you, it's just fear of the unknown." "That assumes that I'm perfectly capable of operating on my own without your support," I insisted. "THAT is a fearsome thing!" "Beth and I had a long talk," Vera muttered, "and I realized that I've been a fool and an idiot. I CAN be replaced ... And you have ALWAYS been ultimately in charge." "Really?" I blinked. "I hadn't noticed." Vera smiled, somewhat tremulously. "Remember this morning? You put your foot down, and I came to heel. Whether I liked it or not was irrelevant. Thinking about it, I surfaced other times -- MANY other times -- when you exercised your authority. I just failed to recognize the fact." I snorted, surprised. "Frankly, if asked, I couldn't have come up with a single incident -- but I know you are right, as usual, my love." Vera drew patterns in my chest hair. "You see, we CAN do this -- we DO! I just have to break some bad habits..." I pulled the face to mine and kissed her and she lay her head on my chest after for a few minutes before saying quietly, "Have you given any thought to whom you will select as your other woman?" ------- Chapter 11 Frieda: Jack was a surprise -- no, Jack was a SHOCK! For the first few minutes, it was, eh, no big thing -- which was just as well, as Beth was happy and I did NOT want to go messing with her first love! Friends don't flirt with friend's lovers, you know? We got seriously off on the wrong foot; I asked Jack what he did for a living, and he said he was in the military -- which boded ill for Beth, since there isn't a military base for hundreds of miles! Then Beth popped up with "He's a recruiter!" -- which is almost worse, since EVERYBODY know they're liars and cheats! Then he comes out with some tale about just being an admin weenie, which only made him look lame... Then we got into Beth's wild story -- and I had to give him credit; he fought me every step of the way! The first words out of his mouth were, "Well, a gentleman doesn't tell." After that, he checked with Beth every time it came time to reveal something. Heck, he even tried to cover Mrs. H.'s ass! It was like pulling teeth, but when it was over, it was clear that Beth's wild story was true! I managed slowly to pull who and what and where and when-- even how -- out of him, with Beth's help -- but that left why ... Why did Mrs. H. roll over and let Beth take Jack to bed? What magic spell did Jack weave that shut her down? I wasn't naive enough to believe that MY little talk with Mrs. H. turned the trick ... I pinged him on it, "But there's more to it, isn't there?" Jack tried to look innocent. "Why would you say that?" "Because wild stuff like that doesn't just happen," I argued. "There have to be extenuating circumstances. I mean, I talked to Mrs. H. last night and tried to put some sense in her head, but I don't see her just telling you to make yourself at home." I flicked a glance at Beth. "Besides, Beth hinted that there was more." The next bit was, well, weird... "I see," Jack replied, and turned to Beth. "Did you hurt yourself?" "I got a little queasy," she admitted. "Daddy was worse." To this day, I have NO IDEA what that meant! While I was trying to puzzle it out, Jack got up and said, "I'm going to hit the Men's Room. Maybe we'll discuss this when I come back." I was like, 'Yeah, okay... ' What the fuck? I forgot all about it, though, because Troy and Tony showed up. ------- Beth and I had been trying to get Troy and Tony's attention for months. We'd even farted around that very night, making derisive noises about what 'studs' they were and laughing and trying to get a rise out of them. Beth thought it was a game -- and it was, but she didn't know the rules. I thought I did, but I'd been missing a couple up until that night... Troy and Tony were more or less the reason we frequented Ray's. The food was good, but it wasn't THAT good, you know? Mostly, we went to Ray's because I wanted to -- and I wanted to because I had a guilty little secret... The first time I'd come into Ray's, it was just before ten, and they were shutting down the restaurant side of the place, but you could still get a meal if you sat at a table on the bar side. I was alone; Beth was doing some family thing and I'd done a late shift at the store. So I sat there, eating my ribs and drinking a beer, watching Troy and Tony and this girl ... She was a little drunk, and the two of them were taking turns dancing with her to slow tunes, grinding. She seemed ... ambivalent; the guys were tag teaming her, never leaving her alone -- and feeling her up under her blouse and playing with her ass. She would fight it, feebly, off and on, but she never got loud -- merely petulant. There was something in her tone that rang my chimes; I sat there chewing and drinking and staring while they worked her over. After a while, she was so exhausted that she couldn't stand up; they took her over to the bench along the back wall and sat her there, behind the center table, while they took either side. They fed her shots while they pawed her, relentlessly. They had her blouse open and her bra undone and while she tried to control one's hands, the other one would grope her and they would suck her neck and fondle her hooters (which weren't much bigger than mine) and rub her crotch. I think it was the sounds that fascinated me; her whining and groaning and sounding balky and them both talking to her in this oh, so reasonable tone. The whole thing took me back... ------- I was seven when Mom (Mommy, back then) remarried. Stepdaddy worked where she did, at the factory. I got out of school at two-thirty, which meant that they had to hire a sitter for me until they got home around five-thirty. Over the summer when I was eight, Stepdaddy's brother, (I called him Uncle Bart) got laid off. Summer was bad -- more hours babysitting meant more money and that meant less for take-home pay for Momma and Stepdaddy. So Uncle Bart stepped in... Hey, it was all fine at the start, you know? Slap and tickle, pinch and giggle ... we played and roughhoused and he chased me all over the house and we did Hide and Seek ... We got to the point where I was spending a lot of time on his lap, sitting on this hard thing while he rubbed my legs or my sides -- or my flat chest... Uncle Bart took it slow and easy; it was two months before I saw his cock. By then, I was well into the joys of masturbation; I wasn't cumming yet, but his fingers rubbing my bare cunny felt GREAT! I would sit on his lap and he would run his hands all over me while we watched cartoons -- I was totally in love with the guy, you know? One day we got around to discussing the wet spots he got in his pants and how I had to straddle the hard ridge in his lap -- and a week later I was jacking his pee-pee while he rubbed me -- naked, usually, so that when he shot his juice on my chest and belly it didn't mess up my clothes... I got my first orgasm about a week after he started licking me out -- and then I was REALLY hooked! Sucking his pee-pee was a clear quid pro quo thing; I enjoyed it, I got good at it, and it kept the mess down. If things had stayed that way, I'd have probably never had a problem; even after I became old enough to realize that Uncle Bart was a pedophile, I wouldn't have given a shit. But there came a Sunday during football season when I climbed onto Uncle Bart's lap and got a little too familiar in front of Stepdaddy... He didn't say anything right away; he just watched out of the corner of his eye. Mommy was out shopping or something -- football wasn't her thing. I figured that I wasn't going too far -- just rubbing myself off on Uncle Bart's erection through our clothes while sitting on his lap. But I got a cum, and it was just a little TOO obvious ... Stepdaddy sent me off to get him and Uncle Bart a beer, and when I got back, they were in a pretty tense conversation. They didn't want me to get it all, but there was stuff flying like, "She's MY stepdaughter -- who told YOU that you could get in it?" Anyway, after about ten minutes of fierce whispers, they came to an agreement -- and that's when the 'reasonable requests' started coming in... "Come here, Baby," Stepdaddy waved me over. "You've been having a lot of fun on Uncle Bart's lap? It's okay, you can tell Stepdaddy about it. Why don't you show me?" By the next commercial, I was naked, blowing Stepdaddy -- only he wasn't as nice as Uncle Bart... I was Uncle Bart's Favorite Girl -- but I was Stepdaddy's Little Slut, and it went downhill from there. Cunt, whore, cum-dumpster -- I caught on real fast to what Stepdaddy called girls who participated in what I'd come to think of as 'Uncle Bart's Special Fun.' Uncle Bart tried to ameliorate things, but Stepdaddy was just an asshole. Things kept escalating... So I sat there in Ray's, listening to Tony use that same tone of voice on this girl that Uncle Bart used on me the first time Stepdaddy stuck his dick up my ass... "You love Stepdaddy, don't you? He loves you. You want to give him a present, don't you? This is special -- Stepdaddy will love you forever! It will only hurt a little until you get used to it, then it will be fun -- and we can do it all the time ... But this first time, you need to give the gift to Stepdaddy, because he's your Stepdaddy and he loves you..." I couldn't hear what Troy was saying, but I could see him pressing the girl's head inexorably into his crotch. In a minute or two, he'd broken that barrier, and her lips were rolling up and down his erection -- and Tony had both hands under her skirt... Uncle Bart was always gentle; Stepdaddy never was. When it came time to push the edge of the envelope, Uncle Bart would cajole and rationalize and explain while Stepdaddy just took whatever it was he wanted. Then Uncle Bart would come behind him and try to make it better... I got double-teamed a lot. I would suck Uncle Bart's pee-pee for comfort while Stepdaddy pounded his cock in my ass and called me every kind of slut, bitch, whore -- he had a whole list. Mommy was a stupid cunt and I was a chip off the old block. But I was still Uncle Bart's Special Girl... Troy and Tony did it differently; Troy was the abuser, jamming the girl's face onto his cock, while Tony just fucked her, doggie-style. She got into it, and started throwing her ass back at him -- and I watched, mesmerized, and wanted them to fuck me SO BAD!!! It had gone on for over a year -- almost two -- after Stepdaddy found out. He would fuck Mommy senseless, then bring his pee-pee covered in cum and/or Mommy's juices in for me to suck -- then he would stick it up my ass, if he had any left. Lots of times, I don't think he would cum in Mommy, even -- he would just wear her out (she got HUGE orgasms, and after three or so, would be exhausted and pass out, too weak to move), then come into my room and get me to empty his balls. Sometimes, he didn't even fuck her -- he would wear her out with a big vibrator, saving himself for me. Mommy was blind and stupid and satisfied; it took a long time for her to get up the moral courage to do anything. But that Sunday she walked in on Stepdaddy and Uncle Bart double-teaming me and Stepdaddy talking about how he was gonna bust my cherry and sell my dirty fuck hole to black guys -- and Mommy's, too -- she decided enough was enough. Even then, it wasn't an instant thing -- she let Stepdaddy talk her down and things went on for another week or so while she rounded up a lawyer and a private eye in secret so she had the goods on him ... Ultimately, Stepdaddy didn't go to jail because I begged Mommy not to fuck over Uncle Bart... Troy and Tony turned that girl every which way but loose, there on the bench. They totally subjugated her. She fucked them and she sucked them and she sucked Jock the Bartender and she got felt up and jacked off on by a couple of other guys -- and I watched and drooled and wished it was me ... And I KNOW that when they finally turned her loose and she crawled out of there, she thought it was all her fault ... She'd led them on, somehow, and they'd seen the slut hidden in her and let it out and ultimately she'd given in to her slutty impulses -- or at least, that's what they'd brainwashed her to believe... They wouldn't have had to work that hard on me -- I hadn't had a man since Uncle Bart. Anyway, I started dragging Beth there, after work, hoping to see the whole thing happen again -- actually, hoping to participate! Instead, we saw Troy and Tony get into it with guys fairly regularly about dancing with their dates, running probably every other guy off, but we never actually SAW them get that far with another girl -- probably because Beth wouldn't spend more than a couple of hours in the place. We would come in after work and eat and hang out for a while, but Beth would want to go home before the restaurant end closed. I took to trying to get a rise out of them, and urged Beth to assist -- more or less figuring that if we got them going, I could keep Beth calm long enough for them to get her liquored up and work her over. I figured that would get us both laid (okay, I know -- I'm not right in the head; I'd actually convinced myself I'd be doing her a favor) -- but they ignored us, treated us like furniture... ... Until that night! Jack probably hadn't made it to the Men's Room door before Tony was feeding money into the jukebox and punching in a slow one. Troy came directly to us from the pool table, announcing, "Heckle and Jeckyll -- where did you two magpies get a date -- the boy scouts?" "He's the pool boy," I carped. "If you're lucky, we might have an opening for a groundskeeper." "Yeah, yeah," Troy countered, "so which of you is he with?" "We're a package deal," I retorted, "Aren't we, Beth?" Beth, out of her depth, nodded. I was trying to figure out why they were suddenly interested -- and the answer seemed somehow to be Jack. A light was beginning to dawn; I didn't remember ever seeing them dance with anyone UNLESS they'd been part of a couple -- and I'd seen them mess with a couple of guys who complained... I was still putting the pieces together when Jack returned. Troy looked up and said, "Oh. You're back." "That I am," Jack agreed. Troy was more than a little drunk; he dismissed Jack for a second, looking at me, then said, "We were asking the girls to dance -- you don't mind, do you?" He copped an attitude -- basically, 'Do you wanna fight about it?' Jack surprised me by answering, "Actually, I DO mind, since I have some claim on one of them." Troy and Tony both blinked in surprise -- I guess they had Jack figured for a pushover. Then Tony said, "The little one? Okay, no problem; Chubby can probably take the heat a lot better. Come on, Honey," and he grabbed Beth and lifted her out of her chair by her upper arm, "Let's dance a slow one. Do you do the mambo? The horizontal mambo?" Uh oh! Naturally, they would pick TONIGHT to get grabby... Jack got insistent. "You guessed wrong, I'm afraid -- that one belongs to me." Knowing these guys, there was gonna be a war ... I suddenly realized that was the whole idea -- fucking with the girl's date was all part of their game. They'd roll over him, which isolated and intimidated her... Troy grunted "Tough!" and made a grab for me. "That one is my guest," Jack insisted. Troy ignored him, grabbing my wrist. Beth started looking like a rabbit; Tony was shifting her around so he could feel her up. "That's enough!" Jack barked. "Return the lady to the table." Troy yelled "Fuck you!" and grabbed a beer pitcher and took an awkward swing at Jack -- who let it go by, then grabbed him and pulled him from where he was bent over the table and slammed a knee in his chest! Troy got this bug-eyed look and his mouth opened and he fell on the floor, having trouble breathing -- and I looked at Jack in amazement, thinking, 'Holy Shit!' Tony was as surprised as I was! "Hey! What did you do that for?" "He seemed to think I would look good covered in broken glass," Jack replied, REALLY calmly. "I recommend that you release my woman -- NOW!" "You don't own her!" Tony argued. "Come on, Honey -- I'll show you a good time..." He reached out to cop a feel of one of Beth's hooters. I swear to God -- Jack went RIGHT OVER the TABLE! He grabbed Tony by the wrist, and Tony flung Beth out of the way so he could take a swing at Jack. But Jack was already there -- with a shot to the jaw that came up from the floor, I think -- and Tony's eyes rolled up and he hit the floor, with Jack still holding onto his wrist. Troy, who still wasn't breathing right, went crawling over and tried to do SOMETHING -- pull Jack off-balance, maybe. Jack looked down at him and said, "You're kidding, right?" I watched Troy's lips move; the crazy bastard tried to call Jack a motherfucker -- not that he had any air for it. Jack shook his head and reached down and held Troy by the neck for a second or two, and Troy went boneless! Jack pulled Beth into a hug and said matter-of-factly, "Nice place. You girls come here often?" I was just AMAZED! "All the time. They do, too -- and this is the first time they ever paid any attention to us! Do you know you just levitated right over the table? That was AWESOME!" Jock, the bartender appeared, wiping his hands on a towel, and he and Jack had this real calm discussion about whether Troy and Tony were seriously busted up or not and how they did this all the time. Jock mumbled something about weapons... "You mean they're armed?" Jack asked. "It's happened," Jock allowed. Jack searched them and found a couple of knives. I just couldn't believe how he was acting -- like this kind of thing happened all the time and it was no big thing... "Have you ever seen them play that game before?" he asked. Beth shook her head; me, I was sure my guilt was written all over my face! "Once, maybe." I told him. "I've seen them get into it over girls with other guys, but I didn't make the connection. I saw them handing around a girl once -- there didn't seem to be another guy around." I warned him that Jock had gotten some that time and might not be reliable. Jack moved around to a chair he could see the bar from. By now, Troy and Tony had managed to crawl off, Tony holding his wrist. Jack waved our waitress over, "Maybe we should move to a booth." "Maybe you should leave, Mister," the waitress countered. "Those two don't have much sense when they're sober." Jack thought about it -- like he was deciding whether he wanted to bother or not. "Do you girls want dessert? Drinks?" Beth and I shook our heads. "Check, please!" We went out to the car, but as we were getting in, Jack looked off a couple of rows over in the parking lot at a truck and said, "Wait in the car." I looked over in time to see Troy waving a gun! Jack said something to him, and Troy said something back -- and Jack rushed him! I don't know what happened next, but Troy collapsed -- and there wasn't a shot, thank God! Jack went over to the truck and I saw Tony -- they talked a bit, apparently amicably, then Tony helped Jack put Troy in the truck. Then he came back to the car and leaned in, saying, "You two are DEFINITELY going to have to find another place to eat!" But he gave me the eye for a second, then added, "Since the troublemakers are leaving, let's go in and have another drink." Beth was shaking like a dog shitting peach pits, but Jack was right -- it was safe, now; besides, he was daring me, kinda. So I got out; bless her heart, Beth got a grip and followed. The bouncer was watching the door; he'd seen the earlier mess but Jock had waved him off. He asked Jack about Troy and Tony; Jack opened the front door and waved at the pickup pulling away from the parking lot and said the fun was over. After a second of thought, he waved us on in. Then Jack turned to me and asked, "Where were they sitting when they handed that girl around?" 'Shit!' He had me. The look he gave me told me he'd read me like a book! I limited myself to pointing at the location -- a bench seat along the back wall of the place with three tables and facing chairs in front of it and muttering, "Over there..." I couldn't even LOOK at Beth -- but of course she STILL had no idea what was going on... "Let's sit there, then," Jack said, waving us forward. When we got there, he rearranged the chairs so that I sat on his left and Beth sat on his right while he sat on the bench facing the bar. The waitress arrived before we were even settled. "You're back..." Jack treated the earlier incident as no big thing, telling her that Troy and Tony had left for the evening, and asked us what we wanted to drink. I ordered a margarita and Beth followed suit; Jack ordered a beer. While we waited, Jack gave Beth some attention, since she was clearly nervous. Jock came over with the drinks, himself. "We don't want no trouble." Jack made it clear that Troy and Toby were done for the evening -- and surprised Jock by handing him some gun parts and telling him that the rest of the thing was in the parking lot somewhere -- then told him to leave us alone; there would be no trouble. Jock went away ... Then Jack pulled a game console or something out of his pocket and handed it to me saying, "Take a look at this -- it's the latest thing. I'm thinking about getting Beth one." I picked it up and looked at it; the screen displayed some patterns like a screen saver -- so what? I turned it over in my hands, "That's all it does?" Jack looked at me and said, "It's enough." Beth snorted into her margarita, like I'd said something funny. I flashed her a look, but answered Jack, "If you say so. So what now?" "You wanted to know the rest of the story, didn't you?" Jack asked. 'Hot damn!' I thought. "I'm all ears!" "All right," Jack replied. "First thing's first. What would you do to get off this rock?" THAT rocked me! I had to think for a second -- what was he up to? Then I got it; Jack had a decent CAP score, and he was feathering his nest! THAT was probably why Mrs. H. had rolled over -- although there might be more to it -- but it was a pretty good reason for him to be able to tuck Beth under his wing. Me, on the other hand -- I'd been stiffed before -- and I told him so, "Look, Jack, I'm really starting to like you -- you get more impressive by the minute -- but I'm not Beth. At this point, you could tie a piece of twine around her neck and she would follow you everywhere if, when and until you got lucky and stumbled into a pickup -- no offense Sweetie! -- but I'm not built that way. I've been fooled before, and I just can't lock myself down for a maybe. If it happens and we are together or can get that way, I'll be the first one to get naked and jump on your cock, but for now I need to hold my options open." Jack sat back in his chair and nodded -- and didn't seem surprised. I turned to Beth and apologized -- I mean, she's SUCH an innocent, but she has feelings, you know? "Sweetie, I wasn't trying to be mean. Jack, here, more than rates anything you need to do to keep him. I'd marry him, if I were you, while you wait. But I can't stick myself out there on a maybe and run the chance that I'll be in the Ladies Room when the walls come down -- or that Jack might just decide I'm not as hot as some other chick on site at the last second. I'll be happy to hang out with you guys, and if it happens, I'll want to interview, but I can't go joining a harem in waiting..." Beth didn't get upset -- in fact, I was pretty surprised at how she passed it off! Instead, she turned to Jack and put her hand on his and said, "Jack, can I handle this?" Jack shrugged and agreed; I think he was as surprised as I was. I braced myself for Beth to turn her puppydog eyes on me and whine, "PLEEEEEZE!" -- but instead she reached in her purse and fished out a piece of paper and said, "Read this..." So I unfolded it and started to read. It was a print of some official-looking document... 'Let it be known to all who view these presents that Elizabeth Grace Hopkins... ' 'HOLY SHIT!' I'd seen a couple of these -- and without exception, it meant that the girl involved was GONE -- shipped off to a colony world! I goggled and looked up at Jack, "I've seen a couple of these. Is it genuine?" Jack cocked his head. "I don't know -- what is it?" I figured he was jerking my chain -- but the look on his face when I passed it to him said that Beth had surprised HIM, too. "Yes," he replied, passing it back. I was FLOORED! "It says she's already -- you're already..." I croaked. Jack just nodded. "Yes." THIS was a horse of a different color! THIS wasn't, 'Hang out with me and be my slut -- and if I get picked up, I'll take you with me, maybe... ' UH UH! THIS was, 'Sign on the dotted line and it's a done deal!' No WONDER Mrs. H. rolled over and let Jack pound Beth in her own bedroom! She probably went in to watch hoping Jack would take HER, too! I took a BIG slug of my margarita, composed myself, and took the plunge, "Could I, like, get a dog collar?" Jack grinned; the dude's got a sense of humor! "Spikes, or those diamond-shaped metal studs?" "Oh, spikes, of course." I grinned back. "You'll have to take it off if I decide to suck your neck, or whatever," Jack teased. "That's fine, I'm sure..." I got serious. "What am I signing up for, exactly?" Jack got serious, too. "The standard concubine thing," he replied. "Sex on demand -- and anything else I want, for that matter. Kids. In return, you come with us when I'm done here and I support and protect you and give you a place to live -- until we irritate each other beyond tolerance, at which point, I try to find you another place to live." He gave me a look. "I'm doing this for Beth; I don't promise love, although I love Beth and I love both of my other concubines -- it's way too early for that. But if it works, it works." Beth rocked in her seat and looked worried, but Jack was being straight up -- which was a pleasant change from what I'd gotten from the OTHER guys I'd dealt with. "That seems fair. No promises you can't keep," I muttered, letting Beth know it was all cool. Jack nodded and continued in the same no-bullshit vein, "There are no guarantees -- I can't predict the future. But I meet my obligations." I waved the paper. "This was effective last night." There were still questions -- like, 'Why are you still here?' "That's right." "When are you leaving?" "Saturday." "If I say yes, when is it effective?" "As soon as you pass the test drive..." Jack said. There was more, but I was absorbing the news that made it real ... I mean, it was all well and good for Jack to make the offer based on the fact that Beth wanted me to come -- but how far were we gonna get if he just bought a pig in a poke? This was safer; I didn't want him to hand me off right away because he didn't like something about how I fucked or whatever... ------- Chapter 12 Frieda: "So we come back to my original question," Jack murmured. "What would you do to get off this rock?" THIS time, I was up for it! "Anything. Name it." "Are you a virgin?" "Technically -- in one hole," I answered, then went for shock value, "My stepdad and his brother left my pussy alone." Beth let out a gasp and I added, "Probably because I wasn't quite eleven when Mom filed for divorce, and she warned him that if he gave us trouble he would go away for pedophilia." "You were still lucky, I bet," Jack opined. So much for shock value ... I eyed him, "You're not surprised." "I've seen your CAP scores -- or had them interpreted for me, anyway," Jack replied. "I don't want to be seen as an abuser; would you give it to me?" "You're fine -- we understand each other. You're not trying to tell me you love me and that I ought to be nice to you," I told him. "I'd be happy to fuck you." "God..." Beth covered her face. Beth knew a little bit, but I'd never gone into the gory details... "It's all right, Sweetie," I told her, patting her shoulder. "Jack is handling things just right. He's not being mean -- he's telling me what I need to hear -- straight up, the way I need to hear it." I turned to Jack. "You know a shrink?" "I know an AI," he replied. After a second, he added, "I could pass on the test drive, but that would be doing both of us a disservice, wouldn't it?" He was right... "Yeah," I agreed. "You wouldn't know if I was any good, and I would feel like a charity case -- like I hadn't earned it. What do you want? Name it. The cherry is no problem -- I've been wanting to get rid of that for years." "How's your head?" Jack asked. He wasn't talking about the one on my shoulders; he wanted to know how I GAVE head... "I'm out of practice," I replied honestly, "but I'm told it's like riding a bicycle." Jack nodded and patted the bench on his left. "Get naked and climb up here and show Beth how to give a blowjob." Then he patted the bench on his right. "Beth, you get naked, too, and climb up here to learn how." I started undressing, then caught Beth dithering, "Sweetie, I can walk, but YOU have NO CHOICE! Get moving -- your man gave you an instruction!" I undid my jeans and stepped out of them. "Jack?" Beth gulped. "Now, Babe," Jack said gently. "Don't worry -- I can empty the place if I have to. Nobody is going to do anything." He was real gentle with her -- it was SOOO cute ... Finally, she settled down and got on with it. I crawled up on the bench and went digging in Jack's pants for my new toy. It was NICE! A BIG sucker! Circumcised, too! I told Beth, "You hit the jackpot here, Sweetie -- this thing is BEAUTIFUL! And a good two inches longer than Uncle Bart's..." I couldn't WAIT to taste it... "Cut, too! No nasty goo under the foreskin..." I worked it like a popsicle a couple of times, sucking it in, tasting his pre-cum... "Yeah, just like riding a bicycle..." I went for it then, taking the huge joint all the way, lodging it in my throat. I hadn't done that in a LOOONG time, but once upon a time, I'd been quite practiced at it... "Holy shit!" Jack gasped, stiffening. Secure in the knowledge that I'd made an impression, I swallowed around it, then popped back off it, smiling. "Am I passing?" "Oh, yeah..." Jack gasped, looking dazed. "Stepdaddy and Uncle Bart weren't this big -- but I was a lot younger, too, so I had to learn deep throat," I told him. "It still works, I see..." "I hope they're under a jail somewhere," Jack croaked, "but..." I grinned. "Yeah -- you reap the benefits..." Turning to Beth, I said, "Come closer, Sweetie, and let Auntie Frieda teach you all about sucking dicks..." We took turns. I would give him a stroke or two, then pop up and hand off to Beth while critiquing her performance. Jack slouched back and enjoyed it -- and that was his job, wasn't it? I didn't mind; I was having a gay old time! This was a fantasy come true! Jock came around sniffing after some, and Jack told him he could fucking forget it! That wasn't good enough for me -- I let him have both barrels! "You had probably fifty opportunities, and you blew it, Buster! Now he owns me -- and YOU'RE out of luck! HA HA HA!" Jack grinned at him and told him to get the fuck out -- and I think it tickled him, because suddenly he was holding my head in place while he poured cum in my mouth! No problem -- I LOVE cum! Uncle Bart's fuck juice used to be my favorite snack -- and Jack's tasted better, if anything! I made sure he got everything he was going to out of his orgasm, then pulled Beth over and snowballed her; she needed to learn how to handle her man's cum! She was surprised -- first from the kiss, then from me unloading baby-juice in her mouth -- but she handled it like a trouper... "Good stuff, huh?" I grinned, backing off. Beth gulped and nodded, then grinned back. "Thtickth in my bratheth..." "It's a snack for later," I chuckled. That lisp ... I figure Jack thinks it's hot. Maybe it is... The waitress showed up about then. "You wanted something?" she asked. I swear to God her knees were knocking... "Another beer for me and two more margaritas for my girls," Jack replied. "I didn't expect this, earlier," she muttered. Jack proceeded to bait her, "They tended to do this kind of thing, didn't they?" he asked, meaning Troy and Tony. "Well, yeah." She turned pink. "And management tolerates it," Jack pressed. She admitted it. "Yet you work here..." "I..." There wasn't shit she could say -- and she knew it. "Bring us our drinks, Honey." Jack waved her off. I felt a little sympathy, so I muttered, "You were rough on her." "When did you see them pass around that girl?" Jack asked. 'Uh oh -- now it's MY turn!' "It's been months." "How many times do you figure it's happened?" Jack pressed. "Several..." "And she's still working here," Jack accused. "She's a cocktail waitress -- she can find work elsewhere. She likes it. She likes to watch. The bartender is probably fucking her." 'Shit, he's got HER number, too!' I realized. "So she has issues. Sounds like concubine material." Eyeing Jack sidelong, I changed the subject, "So, did I pass?" He pulled me against him. "You pass. Welcome to sex slavery." "Promise me you'll fuck me soon," I whispered. "You're not allowed to make demands," he replied. "Yes, Master," I grinned. Sure, I can do the slave girl thing... "Can I beg a lot?" "That's allowed." But Jack turned his attention to Beth at that point. I got it; Beth was gonna need reassurance that she hadn't fucked up asking Jack to pull me in... The waitress came back, and I realized that she might be fun. "Can I play with her?" "Okay." I went right to work... "Stay a while, Honey. Pull up a chair -- we know you like to watch." The waitress froze and looked over at the bar, licking her lips before taking the bait. Yeah, she was hooked, all right. I could tell -- largely because I had no reason to talk... Jack sat back, grinning, his arms around us, mauling my left nipple and Beth's right for the waitress's entertainment, and let me work. "Are you married, Honey, or do you just wear that ring to keep the flies away?" I asked. "Where's your old man?" The waitress flicked a transparent glance at Jack before replying, "God knows. Technically, I'm still married -- but it's only because I can't find him to serve papers. He hasn't done nothing for me for a while..." You ever wonder why all black chicks fracture English the same way? I mean, they went to the same English classes I went to, didn't they? Fuck it... "How many kids?" "Three. A boy and two girls. How did you know?" "You've got the look." 'DUH! You've got a baby roll, Honey, and those jugs have been full of milk... ' "So how often do you have to fuck the bartender?" Watching her eyes bug was sweeeet! Finally, she dropped her eyes to the table top and muttered, "Depends. He likes white chicks better -- and the other waitress is white. Still, she isn't on and you've probably stirred him up -- I'll probably have to give him a blowjob, anyway, tonight. Otherwise? Every couple of weeks. Longer than that if Troy and Tony drum up anything. Like I said, he prefers white chicks." "Is it a problem?" I asked. "Not usually." She put her head down and I knew I could dig some more... "Come on, Honey..." "I'm gonna want more tonight," she whispered, blushing. Yeah, I knew she was good for it! I turned my head and regarded my new master, "You like chocolate, Jack?" He blinked. "Don't know -- never tried it. But I've got my hands full." He was looking at her, though. I was, too, out of the corner of my eye. She didn't disappoint; she'd have gotten under the table and blown him right there ... I shrugged. "What's your name, Honey?" "Tara." "You like your men to be able to handle themselves, don't you, Honey?" I teased. "Yes." Tara licked her lips. "In fact, I bet you like it for them to handle YOU..." I twisted the knife. That did it! "I ... gotta go. Other customers..." She was OUTTA there! I leaned against Jack's shoulder and giggled. "How many women can you have, anyway, Jack?" Jack blinked. "You know, I really haven't asked. I'm at four now." Guys are such simple creatures ... Oh, they aren't stupid -- they just go at everything via the front door, you know? "Maybe you should," I teased. "How many do you think you can handle?" He was hard; I reached into his lap and started playing with that hot, sweet cock. I could smell his brain cells burning -- but I was messing with his attention span... "Stop that, you! You're distracting me!" he grunted "Yes ... Master..." I grinned from ear to ear. "Drink up -- we're about done here, I think," Jack announced, then softened it with words to the effect of 'Don't choke or anything.' "Okay," I replied. "We can watch the boys watch us. Beth, Sweetie, wiggle your shoulders." The results were HILARIOUS! I bet six of them went cross-eyed! Beth didn't get it. "Why would they look at these floppy things?" "It's how we're wired, Babe, it's how we're wired..." Jack told her, mauling her right jug. After a while, Jack sent us off to the Ladies Room to dress, and when we came out, it was time to leave. Jock, the idiot fuck, actually yelled, "Come back and see us!" Once in the car and moving, Jack asked Beth if there was any reason to go to her place. Beth shrugged. "I don't know, Jack. Daddy might need to talk to you..." Jack nodded and announced that we would all collect cars and head over to Beth's -- but we might end up sleeping at his place. That worked for me ... He and Beth were playing touchie-feelie games in the front seat, so I sat up and reached over the seat to rub his chest -- but Jack ordered me to put on a seat belt; something about not wanting me to go flying through the windshield if he forgot to pay attention to his driving. "No blowjobs in the car, then?" I teased. "Not while moving, anyway." ------- Oliver: I had to start somewhere, so I had Vera leave the babydoll nightie on -- without the panty; after all, I CERTAINLY enjoyed looking at her in it! Besides, for once, things were all about me... Whether Jack would bring Beth home was open to question; they'd talked about it, but as ten p.m. arrived and neither Beth nor Jack had showed up, it began to look like they'd gone elsewhere. A few minutes after, though, Beth's key turned in the lock. I nudged Vera, directing, "Go greet them." The joker in the deck was Beth's friend Frieda. As she came through the door, Vera looked back at me, stricken, but I shook my head and pointed at the door. "Good evening," Vera croaked formally. Beth stepped up to give her mother a hug and Jack stopped and stood in the background, watching the pair, but Frieda said, "Nice outfit, Mrs. H!" Vera opened her mouth to say something, but Jack, sensing an opportunity, no doubt, interjected, "Vera is no longer married; she became a concubine this morning." Vera paled and staggered as if she'd been struck; Frieda ignored it, her attention on Jack. "Yours?" Jack, however, nodded at me. "Oliver's." "Sweeet!" Frieda exclaimed. "That's pretty much everybody, I guess." She turned to Beth. "Did you bring yours in?" Beth blinked. "No..." She glanced at Jack, who frowned in thought, then nodded at the door. As Beth reached the door, Frieda announced, "I don't have one." Then with an impish expression, she added, "Guess I'll have to go naked!" That got a gasp from Vera and a gasp from Beth -- and a gasp from me, too, actually. Jack cleared his throat and said, "I've, uh, taken on Frieda..." I grinned at him. "My condolences." The girl was DEFINITELY a handful! Jack looked bemused and turned to Beth, who had stopped in the door. "Go get it -- I want to see it." Beth nodded and resumed her errand. I became aware that Vera was covering her breasts and her crotch with her hands. "Vera!" I said sharply, "Drop your hands!" "Ollie!" Vera turned to me and pled. "Now!" I reiterated. "Hands at your sides, hanging naturally. You are on display -- BE on display!" I watched as Vera stood there and worked to regain her dignity. When she had control, she turned back to Jack. "Can I get you anything?" "We just came from drinks and dinner," Jack replied -- but he gave Vera the once-over, deliberately, from head to foot. She blushed scarlet. Addressing me, he said, "There are other things that can be done. Even holding her wrists behind her back will pull her shoulders back and raise her chest." I didn't have to say anything -- a look told Vera to comply. I knew she was suffering from the humiliation -- but I also knew it was good for her. Jack turned to Frieda. "Our host's concubine is uncomfortable. Get naked." "Yes, Boss." Frieda had no issues with the directive, apparently; she started divesting herself of her clothing, right where she stood. Vera eyed Jack. "Why her?" "Beth asked me to," was the answer Jack gave. "Don't worry," Frieda told Vera, "The LAST thing I would EVER do is fuck this up for Beth." Beth came back in then with a bag in her hands. Jack turned to her and said, "Go dress as your mother is. Take Frieda. If you can't find anything for her to wear, she can stay naked, but I'm looking for basically this standard." He waved at Vera. "Yes, Jack." My daughter ducked her head obediently and led Frieda upstairs. Jack settled into a chair, sighing. "So how's it going?" "Differently," I admitted, patting the couch beside me Vera arranged herself there more or less as she had been when the others arrived. I resumed what I'd been doing -- fondling her right breast; she blushed a bit, but said nothing. "We've realized that our roles really ARE oriented properly, but both of us are used to pretending otherwise." "I'd say things are moving in the proper direction," Jack opined. "New concubines generally have a thing with nudity, embarrassment, and humiliation. On colony ships, we tend to enforce it until they get used to it. Here, the environment really doesn't support that, but you seem to be moving in the right direction." "The lingerie thing wasn't my idea," I admitted, "but I'm enjoying it." "Vera's thinking, then, obviously," Jack smiled. "Actually, it was Beth," Vera admitted. "I guess she discovered last night that her sleepwear isn't fetching." Jack pursed his lips and nodded. "I wanted her nude, but she has a body image issue." Vera shrugged. "Well, she's not..." "Actually, she is," Jack broke in. "To me, anyway. Weird as it may seem, I've seen enough supermodels to last me a lifetime. Confederacy medical technology can body-sculpt just about anyone -- and does. Beth is ... natural..." I don't know which of us was more flabbergasted -- Vera or myself! After I'd gathered myself a bit, I asked, "So what are your plans for the evening?" Jack smiled. "I think that if my concubines have any say in the matter, we're going to be having a lot of noisy sex." He eyed me, "I can take them to my hotel room if you like..." I thought about it. "No, that's not necessary, as long as you're comfortable." Beth and Frieda came down the stairs at that point, Beth dressed in a babydoll identical to Vera's and Frieda in some high-necked but filmy thing. Such was the size difference between herself and Beth that the arm holes on the thing displayed the sides of her conical breasts and the whole thing floated around her a bit. Frieda -- being Frieda -- bunched the fabric between her breasts, reorienting things so they stuck out the armholes -- and stuck her tongue out, into the bargain. Jack rolled his eyes. "She's somewhat irreverent..." "Somewhat," I agreed. Looking somewhat put upon, Jack turned to Frieda. "Take it off, then. Beth, give us a spin so I can see the full effect, then take yours off, too." "Jack!" Beth gasped, "That's my DADDY!" "Beth!" I snapped, exercising the voice of parental authority, "Do as you're told, Young Lady!" I'm not sure where it came from, but I'm sure it was the correct thing; Beth and Vera were both shocked, however. "I..." Beth looked back and forth between us. Then she slowly did a three-hundred-sixty degree spin for Jack, collected the hem of the nightie and pulled it over her head. Jack flicked his eyes at Vera, but I was ahead of him. "Vera..." Vera gave me a look of exasperation, but got up, removed her clothing, and resumed her position against me. I resumed fondling her breast. Jack pulled his girls onto the chair arms -- Frieda seemed much more comfortable with the whole thing than Beth, but my daughter DID get the point, eventually. Jack turned to me and said, "So, what's on television?" They stayed the night -- and had noisy sex in Beth's room. But then, we did, too, in ours... Beth: What a night! It seemed like I went from one period of stress and fear to the next! First, Jack and Frieda did NOT hit it off -- and THAT sucked, because unlike the usual situation when your lover and your best friend don't get along, we didn't have TIME for it to sort itself out! Only Jack could win -- I was going with him, regardless, and that wouldn't -- couldn't -- change; the question was whether Frieda would just lose, or lose BIG! Jack isn't much of a liar; he had nothing prepared for Frieda in the way of safe answers to her questions -- and I don't think my efforts helped much. When Jack got up and went off to the bathroom, I was afraid I wasn't going to be able to help Frieda... I didn't even get a chance to talk to her about it! Suddenly, Troy and Tony were hanging over us, out of nowhere! I have NO IDEA why they came rushing over after all this time, but BANG! There they were -- and they weren't even particularly nice about it! When Jack got back, things spiraled RAPIDLY out of control -- but Jack did some AMAZING things and Troy and Tony were out for the count! Frieda thought it was cool, but I nearly peed my pants! Jack seemed inclined to stay, but the waitress seemed worried that Troy and Tony might get really stupid, so we left -- and walked RIGHT INTO it in the parking lot! Jack did Troy AGAIN and then put him in Tony's truck; Tony had better sense, I guess. Anyway, they left -- and Jack decided that it was safe, so we went BACK inside, instead of going home so I could recover from the excitement! Ever since the whole Troy and Tony thing started, there had suddenly been this side thing between Jack and Frieda; it was like Jack heard something I didn't while they were talking -- something personal to Frieda. From what I could tell, Jack was just asking questions about Troy and Tony -- but it seemed like they were on a different wavelength or something; I couldn't figure it out. But based upon one of those questions, Jack settled us in a different spot in the back of the bar -- and Frieda looked guilty about it. The bartender came over and I was amazed AGAIN! I hadn't seen any gun in the parking lot, but Jack fished some pieces of one out of his pocket and handed them to the bartender, telling him the rest of the thing was outside! OMIGAWD! The whole thing had been even uglier than it looked! Then Jack fished out the GameBoy that hypnotizes people and handed it to Frieda -- and Frieda went bye bye ... That was the first indication that I had that Jack had decided to do anything for Frieda and I was so happy... Frieda was elsewhere for a couple of minutes -- then suddenly, she was back, tossing the thing on the table, saying, "That's all it does?" I nearly choked on my margarita... So Jack got down to business -- and as usual between him and Frieda, it didn't start well. I mean, okay, I KNOW I'm a sheep -- but Frieda HAD to remind me how much wiser she was in the ways of the world ... She was rude and crude about it, too, as usual -- talking about Jack tying a piece of twine around my neck and leading me around and how under the proper conditions she would be HAPPY to jump on his penis -- but that's just Frieda... Fortunately, I had a plan; I put my hand on Jack's and asked, "Jack, can I handle this?" Jack gave me the nod and I reached into my purse and pulled out my 'marriage certificate' and handed it to Frieda, saying, "Read this." Okay, so it's not a marriage certificate -- if anything, it's a bill of sale, showing that I'd sold myself into slavery -- but it was a VERY clear way to get my point across! It got Frieda's attention in about two seconds! Characteristically, she asked Jack -- rather than me -- whether it was genuine -- and Jack had no idea what I'd given her, which worked in my favor, too, as it helped prove that it was. After that, it took one question for Frieda to make the leap -- and, being Frieda, she had to make a joke of it... "Could I, like, get a dog collar?" Jack played along, asking her if she wanted spikes or studs ... I sure hope Jack doesn't get tired of me -- I'm too slow to come up with quick, cute remarks. I WAS rather proud of myself over the whole document thing, though... So Frieda asked, "What am I signing up for, exactly?" and Jack replied, "The standard concubine thing ... I'm doing this for Beth; I don't promise love, although I love Beth and I love both of my other concubines -- it's way too early for that. But if it works, it works." That bothered me; I could see Frieda balking. It was kind of harsh. Oddly, Frieda was good with it. Frieda glanced down at the paper. "This was effective last night." "That's right," Jack agreed. "When are you leaving?" she asked. "Saturday." "If I say yes, when is it effective?" "As soon as you pass the test drive," Jack told her. I was, like, 'Test drive?' Frieda didn't even, blink, though, and Jack moved on... "So we come back to my original question -- what would you do to get off this rock?" Frieda put on her game face, "Anything. Name it." "Are you a virgin?" Jack asked. "Technically -- in one hole. My stepdad and his brother left my pussy alone," Frieda replied. "Probably because I wasn't quite eleven when Mom filed for divorce, and she warned him that if he gave us trouble he would go away for pedophilia." I was FLOORED! Frieda and I had skirted around this topic some, one time or another, but she just unloaded it on Jack like it was a weather report! Even weirder was the fact that Jack didn't seem to be any too surprised -- something about having had her CAP scores analyzed ... Then he said, "I don't want to be seen as an abuser; would you give it to me?" "You're fine -- we understand each other. You're not trying to tell me you love me and that I ought to be nice to you," Frieda replied in a flat voice. "I'd be happy to fuck you." Good old Frieda -- if it's rude, crude or socially unacceptable, that's how she'll put it. Frieda would tear up a church picnic -- on purpose! "It's all right, Sweetie," Frieda told me, patting me on the shoulder. "Jack is handling things just right. He's not being mean -- he's telling me what I need to hear -- straight up, the way I need to hear it." She eyed Jack. "You know a shrink?" "I know an AI," Jack replied -- whatever THAT means! "I could pass on the test drive, but that would be doing both of us a disservice, wouldn't it?" he asked. Frieda seemed happy with the idea... "Yeah. You wouldn't know if I was any good, and I would feel like a charity case -- like I hadn't earned it. What do you want? Name it. The cherry is no problem -- I've been wanting to get rid of that for years." "How's your head?" Jack asked. "I'm out of practice -- but I'm told it's like riding a bicycle," Frieda replied, her eyes on Jack's. Stupid me, I thought he was talking about her head! "Get naked and climb up here and show Beth how to give a blowjob," Jack directed, patting the bench on his right. "Beth, you get naked, too, and climb up here to learn how." "I was like, 'What?' But Frieda was in there pushing, making sure I didn't screw up... "Sweetie, I can walk, but YOU have NO CHOICE! Get moving -- your man gave you an instruction!" Still, this was kinda out there, you know? It was VERY public! But it was what Jack wanted ... Besides, Frieda was almost naked already! I wasn't even ABLE to look toward the bar, but I got out of my clothes and climbed up on the bench just in time for Frieda to announce, "You hit the jackpot here, Sweetie -- this thing is BEAUTIFUL! And a good two inches longer than Uncle Bart's..." Then she just SWALLOWED the thing! And it's HUGE, you know? Just, 'Glurk!' -- and her nose was in his pubic hair! I could tell Jack was shocked, too -- but he was enjoying it! Then she pops up and talks about how her stepdad and her uncle used to require her to be good at it, like it was the most normal thing in the world ... Still, when she looked up at me with that smile on her face and said, "Come closer, Sweetie, and let Auntie Frieda teach you all about sucking dicks..." I knew what I was supposed to be doing. Actually, having my head down, either watching Frieda or trying to copy her, was easier to deal with than thinking about everybody watching, so it was easy to throw myself into it. I remember one break, towards the end of things. The bartender came up and started talking to Jack. Frieda popped up and lit into the guy! "You had probably fifty opportunities, and you blew it, Buster! Now he owns me -- and YOU'RE out of luck! HA HA HA!" she announced sarcastically. That put an end to THAT! It also put an end to the blowjob, apparently, because Jack lost it real soon after! He held Frieda's head down (which made me glad it wasn't ME down there) telling her to finish him; Frieda didn't seem to have any problem with it. Then she shocked me --twice -- first by wanting to kiss, then by shoving cum in my mouth! It was cool, though; it tasted okay, but seemed to coat my braces. Fun, you know? Naughty. Sort of what I'd expect from Frieda... The waitress showed up and Jack ordered more drinks -- then she said something and he started riding her for tolerating the kind of thing we were doing. Frieda tried to come to her rescue, but Jack just said that the woman was there because she liked it -- or she wouldn't be there. Frieda's attitude was like, "Yeah? So?" She asked Jack if she was in and he grinned and said yes. Then they went back and forth over whether she was allowed to ask him to fuck her -- typical Frieda stuff, from a banter point of view. The waitress came back and she was acting chastened, so Frieda saw an opportunity to mess with her, "Stay a while, Honey. Pull up a chair -- we know you like to watch." This embarrassed the waitress - but she sat. Jack pulled me to him, which caused me to come up against something he'd put in the seat; I picked it up and put it in my lap. Jack whispered to me, "Don't pull the trigger -- you won't like the result." I hadn't realized that the thing was a weapon; it looked sorta like, well, brass knuckles -- but a trigger? Jack just grinned and played with my right nipple. Meanwhile, Frieda was questioning the waitress; evidently, she was married, but the guy was a scumbag, and she had a couple of kids. She was older and black. After a couple of innocuous questions, Frieda unloaded on her, "So how often do you have to fuck the bartender?" Okay, I can't do it, and I get to be Frieda's practice dummy a lot -- but I DO like watching the result when Frieda gets one in! She did this time; the black woman took it like a slap in the face! Then, oddly, she answered Frieda, saying, "Depends. He likes white chicks better -- and the other waitress is white. Still, she isn't on and you've probably stirred him up -- I'll probably have to give him a blowjob, anyway, tonight. Otherwise? Every couple of weeks. Longer than that if Troy and Tony drum up anything. Like I said, he prefers white chicks." I was surprised, but Frieda kept probing -- and it turned out that the waitress -- Tara -- apparently didn't mind all that much... Frieda was recruiting, apparently. "You like chocolate, Jack?" Jack hesitated and said he didn't know; I think Frieda surprised him. Frieda went back to baiting poor Tara until she said something that frightened her off, then she started quizzing Jack about how many women he could handle. Jack shut her down and settled back to watch while Frieda and I did things to tease the customers. It was humiliating and embarrassing, but there was a power trip to it, too, so it was exciting and arousing! I got wet and drippy watching hot male eyes track my poor floppy boobies; why anyone would want to wasn't clear, but they were doing it ... After a bit, Jack announced that it was time to go, so we went and got dressed and headed out. Once in the car, Jack asked if there was any reason to go to my house. I thought Daddy might want to talk to him, so we went back to the store and collected our cars and convoyed home... ------- Chapter 13 Beth: Momma surprised us at the door in her new black nightie -- but not as much as we surprised her, I think. She was wicked embarrassed -- and Frieda was wicked about teasing her, "Nice outfit, Mrs. H!" As if she wasn't embarrassed enough, Jack pulled the rug right out from under her! "Vera is no longer married; she became a concubine this morning." Frieda misunderstood, thinking she was Jack's, but Jack explained that she was Daddy's. Then Frieda asked me if I'd brought my nightie in -- and, of course, I hadn't. Jack sent me off to get it -- but before I could get out the door, Frieda did it again! "I don't have one," she announced, adding, "Guess I'll have to go naked!" I gasped and eyed her -- and of course she was all happy because she'd gotten everyone's goat... Jack cleared his throat and said, "I've, uh, taken on Frieda..." Daddy grinned and said, "My condolences." Jack sent me on out then. When I came back, Frieda was naked and Momma was looking uncomfortable, standing there looking at Frieda and Jack with her hands behind her back. Jack told me, "Go dress as your mother is. Take Frieda. If you can't find anything for her to wear, she can stay naked, but I'm looking for basically this standard." He waved at Momma. So we headed upstairs. Dressing me was easy; we already knew what Jack wanted me to wear. But Frieda and I are NOT the same size or shape and it was an immediate problem, since all I had was the stuff we'd bought earlier in the day. Frieda thought it was great fun, of course, but I was unhappy; anything I had would look like a tent on her and make Momma and I look like elephants! All I had that looked halfway decent was a translucent cover-up designed to be worn with something else translucent, which would then be opaque in combination. It looked like a circus tent on Frieda, but it was the best I could do, so we headed downstairs. That didn't last long; Frieda being Frieda, she worked the thing around and stuck her boobs out the armholes! That triggered another round of embarrassment; Jack gave up and had Frieda get out of the thing, then turned to me and told me to get out of mine! I was horrified! "Jack! That's my DADDY!" Jack didn't correct me -- DADDY did! "Beth!" he snapped, "Do as you're told, Young Lady!" I couldn't believe what I was hearing -- and Momma couldn't, either! But there was no question that I was expected to do it, so I did -- and no sooner was it off than Daddy turned to Momma and said, "Vera..." in a tone of voice that made it VERY clear what he wanted! Momma gave him a look, but Daddy wasn't taking any crap and he had Jack there to back him up, so she did as she was told. Jack motioned Frieda and I to sit on the arms of his chair and Momma settled against Daddy -- who reached up and started playing with her boobie, right there in front of all of us! I was freaking a little when Jack, as calm as you please, turned to Daddy and said, "So, what's on television?" After that, it was a game, I think -- or maybe a training session. Daddy and Jack could get away with murder -- and they acted like they did, all the time! Jack would pull one of us into his lap to kiss and fondle and embarrass -- except, of course, Frieda REFUSED to be embarrassed -- then he would trade off and mess with the other one. While I was on Jack's lap, I was pretty much occupied, but when Frieda was, I was at loose ends -- which meant I spent time watching Daddy molest Momma. Both Daddy and Jack pretended that their primary occupation was watching TV, but the rest of us didn't; Momma tended to be looking back when I would look her way. It was strange ... I mean, okay, Momma and Daddy had a sex life -- I'm living proof, and I'm one of four, after all -- but you tend to think of your parents as asexual, like they'd performed their function when you were born and it was all over. Parents -- Momma, anyway -- tended to reinforce this. But there I sat, watching Daddy fondle Momma -- and Momma looked back, and despite trying not to, she got visibly hot and bothered! Daddy pulled her across his lap and I saw his hand lift Momma's thigh, and I watched his fingers as he started rubbing her pussy -- and Momma blushed almost purple, but she started rubbing Daddy's zipper and her nostrils flared and she started breathing hard ... It was HOT! Frieda was shameless; she wanted Jack's cock in her in the worst way -- I could hear her begging him for it in whispers. Jack would chuckle and kept on teasing her. When he got her white-hot, he put her back on the chair arm and dragged me down... I can't tell you what we did, exactly; we just seemed to merge. I would want something to be touched and Jack's hand would be there -- he seemed to have seven or eight. I kissed everything I could find; I couldn't get enough of his smell or his taste or the texture of his skin and the flow of his muscles. I got soaking wet and could smell my own arousal -- and Frieda's -- and Momma's, too! About the time I thought I was going to die from the urgency and arousal, Jack pushed me out of his lap and said, "Time to go upstairs, I think..." Frieda went, "Yeah, Baby!" and started tugging one of his hands; I found that I had the other and I started tugging too! Jack fought us enough to stop and say, "Good night, sir," to Daddy, then he allowed us to drag him upstairs. Frieda squatted like a frog and started working on Jack's shoes before I even got the bedroom door closed; Jack just chuckled and cooperated. We got him out of his clothes, and he took charge, arranging us on our hands and knees side by side on the bed. He rubbed our pussies for a few moments, but I was soaked and Frieda was making squishy noises, so it didn't last long... Frieda got it first; I didn't see it going in, but I saw the look on her face. Apparently, her hymen wasn't a problem at all, because she didn't even flinch -- but her eyes got HUGE! Well, I'd been there, recently ... Jack stuck his thumb in my vagina and rubbed my love button with his fingers while he pumped in and out of Frieda, who was LOUD about telling us how it felt, "Omigawd! Fuck! FUCK! JEEZUS! YES! YES!" She threw herself back at Jack energetically; obviously, she wasn't hurting any! She didn't last long, either! In no time, she threw her head back and screamed "AAAIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEE!!!!" and went nuts, hammering herself back at Jack, and then she collapsed, moaning. Jack pulled his thumb out of me and I was about to protest when he replaced it with something bigger and softer and a LOT longer ... Jack didn't go nuts on me the way he did on Frieda; instead, he took his time, setting a nice, easy pace and caressing my sides and kissing me in the middle of the back. We weren't galloping anywhere -- or maybe we were -- but it was a lope, not the Kentucky Derby. It was beautiful; going faster would have damped things, but Jack had things tuned so that I could feel every vein and ridge on his sweet shaft as it slid into my depths. My puss did its job, too, clutching him as he made to withdraw so that we both got every sensation. I don't think I lasted as long as Frieda did before the stars came out. When I came back to Earth, someone was pushing my hair out of my face and caressing my cheek -- and Jack was still moving in me. I opened my eyes and discovered Frieda there, grinning from ear to ear, her eyes shining, "Sweetie, that was SOOO HOT!! Omigawd!" Then she leaned in to kiss me. I was in no condition to argue, so I let it happen; Jack didn't seem to mind, anyway, since he chuckled and continued to caress my back and sides with one hand while controlling my hips with the other, alternating them from time to time. Frieda reached under me and started pinching and rolling my nipple and it wasn't very long before I surged over the peak again! After that, Jack stepped things up some -- and Frieda stepped things up, too, sliding under me to suck my right nipple while playing with my left. Her position put one of her nipples in reach, so I started sucking it, too. Then Jack started panting and blowing and pounding me hard and his cock pulsed and I felt the flood splash on my cervix -- and sparks flew everywhere as my puss clenched and pulsed and I lost ALL control... I think I screamed. I KNOW I passed out... I drifted back to consciousness lying on my side with Jack pressed against my back. Frieda was mumbling, "Jeez, Jack! How big are your balls, anyway? Beth's whole pussy is white!" Jack snorted, "Get your head out of her crotch and come up here and join the sandwich -- it's time to go to sleep!" "Front or back?" Frieda asked. "Pick a spot." "Next time, I get the middle," Frieda grunted as she spooned up in front of me. "If I let you," Jack retorted -- but he reached out and collected one of her boobs and she backed in tight against me and giggled. I wrapped an arm around her at belly level and she covered my hand with hers; I was too wasted to even think about talking, but Frieda murmured, "Thanks, Sweetie." Just as I was drifting off, there was a distant wail of "OMIGAWD! FUCK!! FUCK!!" Daddy must have found Momma's hot button ... Frieda snorted and giggled and Jack chuckled, but I was too comfortable and too lethargic; I just drifted on out. Frieda: Beth snores a little. Okay, this wasn't big news -- I'd shared a bed with her before. And, yeah, okay, my tongue knew its way around her twat, and vice-versa. She'd almost gotten wrapped around the axle when I started kissing her and playing with her hooters, but a look at Jack said he was open-minded -- and she was too far gone to do anything but enjoy it during her fuck, anyway. Man, that was shit hot! But she was out like a light in like, ten seconds, and making rumbles in my ear -- and Jack was squeezing my left hooter... "Ummm, Jack, Sweetheart -- you don't think... ?" I murmured. "You aren't sore?" Jack queried. "We went at it like we were killing rats..." "No, Sweetie, I'm fine -- and thank you for a kickass cherry-busting party! -- but it was kinda short, you know?" Jack had been GREAT! Once upon a time, I'd had a LOT of anal sex and learned to enjoy it thoroughly, but having a cock in the socket it was designed for was new and different -- and better! Of course, it had been so long since I'd had one ANYWHERE that it was all a distant memory, more or less, but I'd had a lot of orgasms in my time, one way or another, and the one Jack had given me had been the bomb! I'd gone totally nuts on his dork and damn near passed out when I popped -- but then he was gone and doing Beth... "Some of us have to work for a living," Jack grumbled -- but his heart wasn't in it. "I don't want to disturb Beth, either -- but I think we should talk..." "Downstairs?" I offered. "Yeah. Be careful." Jack waited until I'd wormed out of Beth's grip before backing away from her ass. I stood there, naked, with cum rolling down my left leg. "Like this?" "Go get a washrag, but, yeah, like that," Jack nodded. He pulled on his underwear, but we both knew I didn't rate -- and why. I padded off to the bathroom for that washrag and wiped the excess from his semen deposit off my twat, then rinsed it and took it downstairs with me for the second round. But it wasn't gonna be that simple; duh, I should have known better. When I got downstairs, Jack was sitting on the couch. He pulled me into his lap and started absently farting around with my right hooter, but said, "So tell me about Ray's..." I wanted to play dumb, but I stiffened. Trying to ride it out, I asked innocently, "What about it?" "Come on, Frieda," Jack chided, "the ribs aren't THAT good. You went there looking for something -- and I think I know what that something was..." I sighed and hung my head. "Troy and Tony were supposed to notice us about six months ago, I think." Jack grunted. "You didn't have all the game pieces." "No, I guess not," I agreed, "but I didn't know that." "Tell me," Jack said softly. I sighed. "The night they did that girl was the first time I'd been in. I sat there and the sounds were ... so familiar..." Jack didn't say anything, so after a moment, I staggered on, "It took me back -- she was acting a little balky and whiney but she wasn't going anywhere, and they were all, 'You like this, don't you? Come on, admit it. You might as well hang with us, anyway, your boyfriend just walked out and left you... ' I guess I should have put it together then, but I didn't. They get off on making the guy back down and abandon his date, don't they?" Jack nodded. "Uh huh. They ignored you until you had a date to run off; it's all part of the way they get their jollies. They humiliate the guy and isolate the girl, then act like they're taking her in because she's been abandoned -- and make her think it is her own fault..." He cuddled me for a minute. "So how was it familiar?" I sighed, gathering myself. "It was like an evening with Stepdaddy and Uncle Bart. Early on, Uncle Bart was just cool; he was laid off and Mommy and Stepdaddy needed a babysitter, so he did it. We got on like gangbusters, playing and wrestling and doing slap and tickle. It was all super clean for a while, but we slipped slowly down the slope. It was little stuff, and then it was a little more -- Uncle Bart never pressed, either -- I didn't do anything I didn't want to and Uncle Bart never even asked. We got into him diddling my clit and rubbing my twat, then we moved on to him licking me out -- I got my first cum from Uncle Bart. Sucking his dick was my idea, you know? Even now, if you ask me if he manipulated me, I don't think I can honestly answer yes..." I paused for a second, remembering. "Stepdaddy was another matter." Then I shut up again. After a minute, Jack nudged me. "I still haven't heard..." "Yeah. Sorry. I was ... remembering." Uncle Bart was the fun part... "I did something stupid one day, and Stepdaddy caught us. I was never an asset to Stepdaddy, you know? I cost money ... He pried what we were doing out of Uncle Bart and from then on, that was what made me a paying proposition with Stepdaddy -- but he wasn't EVEN nice about it. He was brutal and demanding and abusive; I was a cunt, slut, twat, whore -- you get the idea. Sex with Uncle Bart was fun -- but sex with Stepdaddy sucked, so Uncle Bart had to spend time with me, rationalizing and cajoling and making the ugly things Stepdaddy did right. When blowjobs weren't enough, it was Uncle Bart who said I owed Stepdaddy and talked about what a brave girl I was and how much he and Stepdaddy valued me while Stepdaddy shoved his cock up my poop chute and called me a slut..." I sighed. "That's what I remembered; being unhappy and whining and petulant while Uncle Bart explained patiently that I needed to be loyal to Stepdaddy and do what he said -- and I liked it, anyway, didn't I? Sure I did! And the bad part was that I did, too -- with Uncle Bart, who was considerate and gentle and didn't call me nasty names ... That was what was familiar." I looked up at Jack through tear-blurred eyes. "Have you ever done something stupid, or risky, or a little dangerous -- or maybe even just downright wrong -- but you did it anyway because you felt ... compelled? Driven, maybe? What Troy and Tony did to that girl -- that was sex, for me, you know? The whole enchilada. I had this yearning ... It was ugly and degrading and humiliating and I wanted it, BAD!" Jack cuddled me for a moment, and then said, "So you went back. But you took Beth..." I couldn't look at him. THIS was my biggest shame! "Yes..." I admitted it. "I wanted Beth with me. Beth is ... weak ... biddable. Troy and Tony would have rolled right over her, especially with me there to help. They'd have coddled her and worked on her and rationalized what they were doing to her and they'd have been sweetly reasonable -- and they'd have fucked her and made her suck their cocks, and when it was all over, she'd have known sex the way I know sex..." I shook my head. "That's messed up, I know -- but in a way, we would have been closer, you know? Sisters ... She would know what I was and she would have been there, and we could go out together and get as deep in the muck as it took to find someone -- probably someone bad -- who would stoop to fuck us..." "You would have betrayed her," Jack said quietly. I rolled myself up in a ball. "I know. Every time we went there, I hoped it would happen -- and every time we came away whole, I thanked God I hadn't had to do it. But I couldn't stop, you know? I never wanted to hurt her, but she wasn't gonna GET sex any other way -- and it's the only way I know how! I needed it so bad -- it was easy to rationalize it, easy to say to myself that I was doing her a favor..." After that, I couldn't talk; it reached up and slapped me in the face and I cried and cried ... Jack was done with me -- and he would forbid Beth to even TALK to me -- and they would be gone on Saturday... But Jack just rubbed my back and tucked me against him and let me drip huge puddles of tears on his hairy chest. After a while, I was cried out; I still couldn't look at him, but I unclenched some. Jack lay back on the couch and pulled me atop him and I tucked my wet face in his neck ... And we both went to sleep. ------- Vera: That Wednesday evening seemed like my worst nightmare, especially at the beginning. Ollie wouldn't talk to me about his plans for a second concubine, but his face told me that he had them. I was going to have to suck it up... He made me stay in the black babydoll -- without panties. I prayed that no one would come home, but they did, of course -- and they brought little Frieda with them! It seemed like they set up a round-robin schedule to humiliate me -- first Oliver wouldn't let me wear anything decent, then Frieda had to comment on it, then Jack had to tell her I wasn't even Oliver's wife any more ... Then it was "Don't hide yourself!" and "If she put her hands behind her back..." God, it went on and on! And Frieda didn't help a bit! She INSISTED upon going naked -- which meant Beth had to -- which meant I had to, too! The boys sat there in the living room, Ollie on the couch and Jack in the chair, pretending that nothing out of the ordinary was going on while they fondled us, bringing home the point that the Confederacy was a man's world, and women were their play toys... Jack dictated 'bedtime' -- and Ollie let him. The girls were somewhat embarrassing about it -- both in a hurry, tugging Jack toward the stairs. When they reached the top, Ollie gave me a little push and a nod of the head, dictating our departure from the living room also. It was another 'I'm the boss now' announcement -- another go at rubbing my nose in my stupidity. Theoretically, I don't think I had a choice, but if I said I didn't want to go ... Well, what? Ollie would leave me? There was something lacking in THAT solution ... I collected the shreds of my pride and headed up the stairs toward our bedroom. Once there, we started out slowly. The kids were making some noise, and I have to admit that it contributed to my arousal. Ollie didn't offer oral sex -- but he fingered me and sucked my nipples and we'd already gotten off to a decent start downstairs, so I was wet and receptive. Then he rolled me up on my hands and knees to take me doggie. We don't DO doggie -- I don't like it. It's about being used -- you don't face each other and you fuck like, well, dogs. But what I wanted wasn't on the menu -- and might not be for some time ... Ollie knew he was killing it for me, so he bent over and whispered, "Masturbate," as he entered me. Normally, I wouldn't be caught dead doing THAT, either, but I was a little pissed, and in my mind if I had to masturbate to get off, Ollie wasn't doing his job -- something that I, at some point, would be able to confront him with. I know -- I didn't get it. I'd had my nose rubbed in the fact that it was all about him all night -- and nothing had stuck. What I didn't know was that Ollie had something up his sleeve -- and he waited until we were going good to spring it. I was starting to get a buzz despite myself when Ollie slid his thumb along the crack of my ass to my bud and started rubbing it. Now, we don't do anal, either -- it's just ... nasty! But we were going to do ALL the things we didn't do in one act, apparently -- whether I liked it or not! The problem was, well, I was starting to like parts of it! Ollie didn't try to jam his thumb up my ass, he teased it -- and it felt good. Masturbation felt good -- especially with his cock sliding in and out of me. "You don't like this, I imagine," he puffed -- and then he gave my ass a little smack! Oh, it wasn't serious -- just a surprise -- but I clenched up, and things got better. I put my head on the forearm of the hand I was using to support me and watched him -- and he telegraphed another swat and I clenched up and he grinned at me. He did it several times -- and either I flinched, or he swatted me. When I relaxed, I realized that I was relaxing everywhere; my asshole was gaping open to accept his thumb and he was rubbing the inner surface of the ring with it! Then he would swat me -- or I would just flinch -- and my ring would clamp on his thumb ... My thighs started shaking, and I suddenly realized that Ollie was going to get what he wanted -- and I was going to get what I wanted, too! My stomach started to quake and Ollie rubbed my ass and I tightened up, clamping around his thumb to the first knuckle -- and lightning flashed and thunder roared and I know I screamed SOMETHING... I was already past the peak when Ollie started splashing spunk in my tunnel -- but that was okay, I could actually feel it better. Ollie pushed me over on my side and stuck his gooey cock into the crack of my ass and said, "See? You can do these things. You even enjoy them..." I wanted to argue, but knew it was a total waste of time; my body had betrayed me. From here on out, we would do sex Ollie's way -- whatever way Ollie's way happened to be that night. It just wasn't worth ruining the afterglow of a seriously good orgasm ... We'd had two week's worth of sex in a single day -- and I'd enjoyed it immensely, and we were DEFINITELY out of our rut, so maybe -- just maybe -- it was all worth it. Ollie went to sleep then, undoubtedly pleased with himself. I waited until he was snoring softly and then got up and went to the bathroom to pee and drain his excess goo from my vagina. As I came out of the bathroom, I heard something, so I tiptoed up the hall. Beth was in bed alone, sleeping every bit as soundly as her father. The noise was louder, though, so I followed it to the stairs and halfway down them before I had a vantage point that let me see the couch. Frieda was crying. There was no guessing why, but she was emitting heart-rending sobs while Jack held her. Somehow I doubted he'd hurt her at all, she was clinging to him; whatever the problem was, it was probably external to what they were doing. Jack was comforting Frieda over something; had he decided not to take her? Was she bemoaning the loss of her virginity? No, not that last, anyway -- I was certain she had been happy to part with her maidenhead. Something else, then; maybe it would come out. In the meantime, I vowed to attempt to ensure that the pair of them returned to Beth's bed, at some point... The opportunity came at about two-thirty when Ollie got up to pee, awakening me. I went to the stairwell, and sure enough, they were crashed on the couch. Tiptoeing downstairs, I touched Jack on the shoulder -- but I think he was awake before I got to him. "You should go back upstairs," I whispered. "Yeah." Jack basically rolled Frieda into a ball and sat up, then picked her up. It was impressive, actually -- he didn't look like he could do that. I turned toward the stairs and asked him as we headed up, "What happened?" "We were exorcising some demons from her past," Jack whispered back. "Little Frieda isn't as simple a character as she seems." I have to admit -- I had never seen any evidence that Frieda had any depth to her at all ... Maybe I wasn't looking; she was just Beth's little friend. Come to think of it, there HAD been that wake up call she gave me the night before ... I helped Jack settle her behind Beth in bed; Jack thanked me in a whisper and spooned up behind her. I went back to bed, backed up against Ollie, and took one of his hands and deliberately ran it up under that black nightie and put it on my left tit. We don't do that, either -- cuddle up tight and spoon -- probably because we've been married too long. But I needed the cuddle; I needed his touch and the sense of security it conveyed. Ollie came through, too; sound asleep, he still cupped and squeezed my tit and his cock stiffened against my ass. It was a validation -- a badly needed one. I couldn't get back to sleep right away, so I pondered the events of the day I lost my freedom. While things were happening, I felt chagrined, embarrassed, humiliated, powerless, used and abused. Looking back over the day, though, I wondered if I wasn't overreacting. I'd been made to wander around naked in public -- but how public is your living room? How horrible is being fondled when it's by your husband and the other two women present were also naked and being fondled? The sex hadn't gone my way or been under my control -- and despite that lack of any control on my part, despite Ollie's seeming indifference and the advantage he took of his control, the sex had been really, REALLY good! Taken objectively, Ollie's tactics in pursuing his sudden ascendancy had gotten us out of a rut! Of course, that line of thought backed into the OTHER problem; I no longer had a grip on Ollie. And he was going to be bringing another woman into our relationship -- a situation that, well, scared me to death, frankly! I was no longer a wife; I was property -- DISPOSABLE property. I had no legal protections; our relationship was now at will -- OLLIE's will. Ollie was comfortable with me -- comfortable with our old, lost relationship. Could I hold it together in the face of the changed situation and the pending threats? I didn't know -- and it scared me badly! I needed that hand -- that and the stiff evidence of Ollie's continued interest in me that pressed against my ass; it was a comfort and an anchor in an uncertain time. It took me nearly two hours to fall asleep... ------- Chapter 14 Jack: Frieda's sordid tale was less of a surprise than one might expect, since the AIs had already pieced some of it together, anyway. Afterwards, I understood how her head was wired -- and how she could kid herself that getting Beth molested or even raped by a pair of sharks was for her own good. Interesting to me was the fact that she held no grudge against her 'uncle'; he was a victim of her stepfather's coercion as much as she was, in her mind -- and maybe she was right... Breakfast was fast and furious -- and the uniform of the day was nudity, for the women. Nobody complained. I mentioned to Vera that she should get one of those big bib barbeque aprons, as nobody wants to see anyone get burned. Cooking, to my mind, isn't a display activity -- although serving is. Oliver would have no habits regarding this, but I've had concubines for a couple of years and running my hand up my waitress's inner thigh or pulling her into my lap to kiss or play with her breasts is habit with me. I surprised Beth in that regard when she delivered my coffee, but she put up with it. Frieda's attitude was the complete opposite of the one displayed during our dinner at Ray's (before the terrible twins attacked, anyway). She was more than happy to be anywhere and do anything if it would make me happy. Beth noticed, and I think it worried her. In the end, I put the whole thing behind me rather quickly -- I had another long day ahead of me. I told the girls that Friday would be their last day at work and that they should carry on as though nothing unusual was happening -- but make whatever preparations they though wise. Then I went out to my car and made tracks for Seifort. Student indoctrinations went on all day in the gym and they were tough; we started with Seniors, because they were most likely to be a problem. Attendance tracking had to be rock solid, since any student who slipped the net was a potential disaster. As a result, despite the fact that the students were presented hypnotically with a memory of a pep-talk about the very special presentation their class was going to be delivering for Family Day, the vast majority of the time spent in the gym was spent counting noses. We were limited to thirty minutes per grade; things got easier as the day went on and we worked our way down from high school through middle school to the elementary school classes. When it was over, everyone knew that something big was up and every student was primed with reasons for their parents to be on hand for the big day. The high school students got the full explanation, in brief -- and some latitude in organizing themselves for pickup -- such things as inviting girlfriends and boyfriends from outside the school and creating pre-packs were discussed. Secrecy in the face of troublesome truants was a big issue, but thankfully there were only a dozen or so of those. We actually managed to dispatch a few students to discover whether their missing friends were really ill or just cutting classes -- and in the late afternoon and early evening I helped round up four of them myself. Students had been provided handouts to take home on Wednesday. Where it appeared that those handouts had not made it into their parent's hands, they were reissued with an injunction to make it happen. In addition to this, Dean Atkinson hired a 'phone blast' company to deliver a recorded message to every parent's contact number enjoining them to make every effort to attend a 'watershed event in the history of Seifort Academy -- not just another Family Day.' Naturally, the office staff was inundated with return calls... Dean Atkinson's wife Shelley came in to assist; I saw to her conditioning myself at Dr. Atkinson's request when he told me that he intended to take her with him. "We haven't been able to have children," he confided, "even though neither of us is totally sterile. I'm counting upon Confederacy medicine to fix the problem." I had a crewman ferry Dr. Atkinson to the Valhalla for a medical exam, then did the same for Shelley -- a nice-looking, narrow, almost-forty brunette trophy type -- and the AI told me after both exams that it was a minor ph issue in their secretions that was easily fixed. Dr. Atkinson presented his case to his wife, accepted her submission, and put a happy concubine to work on the phones. The only fly in the ointment was some friction between Shelley and Susan Bowman, the Dean's assistant. Shelley assumed -- correctly, as it turned out -- that Susan had plans for her husband-turned-master, and she wasn't thrilled. I watched the pair of them show their fangs at each other on several occasions before Susan brought things to a head by approaching Dr. Atkinson, kneeling in her skirt and blouse, and announcing, "Charles, I'm petitioning for the right to occupy your other concubine position." Dr. Atkinson was still absorbing this when Shelley surged up out of her chair and dashed across the room shouting, "No! I forbid it! You stay away from my ... my Master, you bitch!" 'Uh oh... ' I thought. The good doctor was caught flat-footed -- and there was about to be a cat-fight ... I threw myself into the breach, "Shelley! Shut up -- NOW! YOU have no right to forbid Charles ANYTHING any more!" I turned to Dr. Atkinson, "And YOU need to remember that!" Turning back to Shelley, I interposed myself between her and Susan and said, "Besides, what do you have against Susan, anyway?" "They're sleeping together!" Shelley flared, then dropped her eyes, "I think..." "Shelley!" Charles erupted, "That's preposterous!" "Is it?" Shelley countered. "You were VERY late Tuesday evening..." "I happen to know EXACTLY where Charles was on Tuesday evening, Shelley," I chided her, "and while Susan was there, so were a dozen other people -- until well after midnight. We were dining -- and planning this..." I waved a hand. "Well..." Shelley looked embarrassed, but stuck to her guns. "It could have happened before..." the AI pinged me. I turned to the Doctor. "Have you ever slept with Ms. Bowman?" "Absolutely not!" Charles replied. "That's totally unprofessional and a great way to lose an assistant!" We had transported down an AI interface unit; it powered up and intoned, "Based upon biometric scans, the Doctor is telling the truth. The concubine who was Shelley Atkinson is accusing him falsely. Doctor, whether you have had sex with the woman Susan Bowman is irrelevant to her request -- and your concubine's opinion of the matter is equally irrelevant. However, it may be prudent for you to inflict some punishment upon your concubine as an object lesson, as she appears to misunderstand the parameters of her situation." "Er, ah, yes," Charles agreed, eyeing a suddenly white-faced Shelley, "but this is not the place, even if it IS the time." "If I may make a suggestion?" I interjected. "Anything..." Charles didn't have time or bandwidth for this, and I was the voice of experience here. "If you are of a mind to accept Ms. Bowman's submission, one of the two of them is going to be Head Bitch -- or whatever you choose to call it," I said, grinning at the gasps I got from both of the women. "Perhaps you should take thirty minutes and let them get used to one another -- intimately. Since Shelley has screwed up, she can go first -- but I suspect that Susan is going to end up subordinate, so she should reciprocate..." "You're suggesting... ?" Charles requested clarification. "Oral sex," I replied, "In your office. We can give you a little privacy. If we were somewhere else, I would recommend that it be very public, but I understand the current limitations. Still, several of us could wander in and out from time to time..." I grinned. "You could test-drive Susan at some point, if it seems prudent." Shelley looked as if she was going to cry; I took her by the chin and gazed into her eyes. "There will be another; if it isn't Susan, it will be someone else. If you want to have Charles' babies -- and I KNOW you do -- you will need to learn to get along with that person -- become a team with her -- cover each other's backs so that each of you can do your job -- which is keeping Charles happy. Fail in this and you won't BE Charles' concubine and you won't be having his children. You no longer have an exclusive relationship with Charles -- learn it, understand it, live it. If you don't, ugly things can happen -- the worst of which could be your death!" Shelley's eyes widened. "Do you understand?" I rattled her chin and she nodded jerkily. "Apologize to your Master and to this free woman..." Shelley ducked her head. "I'm sorry, Charles. I'm sorry, Susan." "Go into my office," Charles told her, pointing. Shelley stepped off. I mouthed, 'Undress!' and Charles read my lips. Smiling grimly, he added, "Be nude when I arrive -- with or without Ms. Bowman." "Yes, Charles." Shelley went through the door and closed it. Charles turned to Susan. "You understand the situation -- has it altered your intent?" "No sir." "Jack is right," Charles told her. "Shelley will likely be, um, Head Bitch -- initially, at least. Her duties tend to be domestic, while yours will continue to mirror those of your current position -- with some additions. Do you understand?" "Yes, sir." Susan nodded. "Very well," Charles nodded. "Let's go see if you and Shelley can develop some kind of working relationship. Jack, feel free to disturb us at any time until I deem otherwise." "No problem," I assured him. I personally visited twice; the first time, Shelley was crying some but licking Susan's pussy gamely -- and had big red handprints on her ass. The second time, she held Susan's head to her crotch while sucking voraciously at Charles's cock. Nadine Epperson visited the office three times -- and the look on her face as she exited each time said she enjoyed those visits immensely. The Major noticed. "I don't know what she expects to gain from the situation," he muttered, indicating Nadine, "since she's a sponsor." Mark shrugged. "I guess it all depends upon just how much charisma Dr. Atkinson can muster." After a bit, the office door reopened and Shelley and Susan both emerged looking embarrassed and noticeably lacking brassieres -- that jiggle is unmistakable. Both went back to work; after a moment, Charles came out of his office looking preoccupied. I wandered over to see what was up. "Two of them," he mused. "Isn't that a lot?" "Not necessarily," I advised. "In the first place, while any one woman can handle any one -- or maybe any three -- men on a given night, they tend not to be available on a regular basis. Men, on the other hand, well, the more we're getting, the more we like it, to a point. Besides, when we get to the Valhalla, you can have the medical section provide you with a little augmentation if you're concerned that you won't be able to deliver on a regular basis. I'm not talking Viagra, either -- it's all natural. You'll be eighteen again where it counts -- or better, even, perhaps. I handle two readily -- and have managed to collect two more." I grinned at him. "You should see what the Marines considered a 'standard modification' until they bashed their heads against the fact that unmodified women couldn't take it enough times that they started to have sense..." I picked up a soda can and measured off a couple of inches above it. Charles' eyebrows went up. "You're kidding!" The Major chuckled behind us. "No, he isn't. They were modifying their concubines to take it. Idiots." "I settled for a little output upgrade," I explained. "It's been effective." "I see..." Charles rubbed his face. Nadine descended upon him at that point. "Charles, I wonder if I might have a moment of your time..." They retired to his office and when they came out Charles looked a bit shocky and Nadine looked like the cat who ate the canary. Charles approached me and muttered, "I'm going to need that augmentation." I shrugged. "Not a problem..." The incident got me to thinking; there were numerous examples of married women not getting it when it came time to make the transition to concubine -- and our situation didn't allow for the immersion of a normal pickup. Even Beth was flaking, periodically... Eventually, we got all of the kids under control. The ones who lived in the on-campus dorms were the easy ones; shirkers that lived at home were the big problem, and even that was limited due to the nature of the school, thank God. Student discipline at Seifort was a contractual matter -- parents signed away the right to complain about corporal punishment within limits and the school didn't have to tap-dance around truancy and such the way public schools do. If a student really didn't want to be there, the school didn't want them -- and the parents were paying, so if they wanted to derive any benefit from their investment, it was up to them to motivate the recalcitrant. Between the school and the parents, only the really slick slid by... I went to the store directly from Seifort; the girls had ridden together in Beth's car, so there was only one vehicle to pick up. "Where are we going?" Beth asked as she and Frieda got into the rental car. "To pick up a few things, then dinner," I told her. "You think about dinner while we handle the other issue." Undoubtedly she was surprised when we pulled up in front of a feed store that handled pet items and had an assortment of tack. "Why are we here?" "You'll see," I told her. I flicked a glance over my shoulder, but Frieda was content to follow us without comment. Inside, I led them to a selection of dog collars. "Pick something out, Spike," I told Frieda, grinning, "then hook up your sister." "Oh, holy shit!" Frieda guffawed. "You're kidding, right?" Beth quavered. "I'm not," I replied. "Your mother and you need to learn to heel, in particular, and given the fact that we still have a couple of days before we get to an environment where it's all natural, you need some physical reminders to help you get over the hump." "Jack, I'm REAL sorry!" Beth gushed. "I just..." "You think too much, Sweetie," Frieda interjected while picking through the rack. "I told you that. Stop worrying about what people will think or whatever and start doing your JOB!" She turned to me with a leather item with alternating spikes and studs, "Help me put it on?" It was too small -- we went a size up. Then she helped Beth pick out something in pink plastic with a lot of fake diamonds on it and a little fake diamond heart pendant or charm hanging off it. I insisted that she get one for herself, and a spiked number for Beth so they would match. Then I picked up a third set of each and some chain leashes before heading over to the horse gear. Beth's eyes bugged when I started fingering quirts and riding crops. "Jack..." she whined. "Come here," I directed. Ducking her head, she did so. "I'm trying to find a way to get you to understand how things are. I have no intention of wailing away on you for anything, but if I give you a quick flick with this..." I popped her lightly on the ass with the crop, causing her to jump, " ... I think it is more effective than having to talk about it, don't you?" "I ... I ... Yes, Jack." Waving the thing a bit got the answer I wanted. "See?" I pointed out, "It's already effective. You stop thinking and just do what you're told." I turned to Frieda, who threw up her hands. "I get it, Boss. I already did. Beth's momma has her conditioned to worry about appearances and other bullshit, though." I grinned. "That's why I'm buying a set for Oliver." "Hey, Jack," Frieda queried. "You wanna be 'Boss' or 'Lord' or 'Master' or what?" "Jack will do, with the proper respect," I replied. Frieda nodded her head at Beth, pointing at her with her eyes, so I amended things, "but if it helps you keep the proper mindset, we'll go with Master." I looked at Beth, then returned my attention to Frieda. "She's going to ask if we're kidding." Frieda shrugged. "I love her like a sister, but she's a little slow sometimes..." I sighed and flicked the quirt at Beth. "OW!" she yelped. "What did you do THAT for... ?" Then the light dawned. " ... Master?" "You didn't appear to be getting the point," I explained. "Isn't there a better way?" she whined, rubbing her hip. "Well, actually, there doesn't seem to be a clear winner..." I admitted. Frieda took a shot. "Sweetie, we talked about this at breakfast after the boys left. I KNOW you understand at the global level, but you keep tripping up when push comes to shove! What's your job?" Beth looked at me suspiciously; I tucked the implements of pain behind my back. "Sex. Babies." "Anything else?" Frieda prompted. Beth's eyes flicked back and forth between us. "Whatever Jack wants." "Aha!" Frieda exclaimed. "NOW we're getting somewhere! So, what would Jack ask you to do that wouldn't come under the heading of 'anything Jack wants'?" "What?" Beth looked like her head hurt. "Nothing -- I think..." "That's right, Sweetie!" Frieda exclaimed, patting Beth on the back. "So, tell me -- why are you stopping to think about it when Jack asks you to do something?" Beth looked pained again. "I don't know?" "We don't either, Sweetie -- and THAT's the problem!" Frieda explained. "There is no reason to stop and think, because if Jack opens his mouth, it's YOUR job to do whatever comes out -- it doesn't matter what it is! Are we beginning to make sense?" "B--but..." Beth blustered. "But what, Sweetie?" Frieda asked, mustering an air of martyred patience. "We've been through this -- what can he ask you that falls outside the boundaries of 'anything'?" "Well, what if he... ?" Beth stopped. Frieda just looked at her. "But that's..." "Sweetie, you haven't even told us what you're thinking. Do you know why? Because you have your answer already, and you know it!" Frieda explained patiently. "Let's take something patently outrageous -- so Jack tells you to get naked, walk to the corner, and offer blowjobs to the first five black guys who come along. Do you do it?" "Ewwww!" Beth wrinkled her nose. "Totally naked? Somebody is gonna puke!" "Not your problem," Frieda countered. "Do you do it?" "Jeez..." "Sweetie, did Jack say to do it?" "Yeah..." Beth eyed me sidelong, her eyes begging, 'You wouldn't, would you?' I showed my teeth and brought the whips around and slapped my hand with them. "So are you gonna do it?" Frieda prompted. "It'd be so embarrassing..." "But are you gonna DO it!?" "If I don't..." "If you don't, Jack is gonna be VERY DISAPPOINTED!" Frieda stressed. "And he'll probably use that riding crop on you until your ass is purple -- and NOBODY is gonna tell him he can't because he OWNS you!" Frieda howled. "Now ARE YOU GONNA DO IT?" I swear, the whites of Beth's eyes showed all around the irises! "Yesss..." "Jeezus! It's like pulling teeth!" Frieda complained. "Now, Sweetie, after all that stress, wouldn't it be easier if we cut out the middle man?" "I don't understand..." Beth whined. "Sweetie, you worked your way through that scenario already, right? If Jack asks you to do it, you'll do it, right? I'm not asking whether you WANT to -- I'm asking if you'll do it! You said, yes, right?" Beth looked sulky. "Yes." "Can you think of worse?" Beth eyed her. "Well, yeah..." "Will it make a difference?" Beth's eyes accused me, but her answer was, "No." Frieda sighed. "Okay, then! You've just done ALL the thinking you EVER have to DO about it! So when Jack asks you to do something, what are you gonna do?" "I'm gonna do it." She was still sulky, but the answer came readily. Frieda rubbed her face and took Beth's hands. "Sweetie, I'm doing this for your own good. The riding crop thing is just to help you remember until it all becomes second nature -- heck, Jack may have to flick ME a couple of times if I slip up! What you have to realize is that if you don't seem to get it, Jack has to test you. Now I KNOW that Jack doesn't WANT to test you, but as long as you act dumb about it, he HAS to!" She leaned in and looked up at her friend, "Sweetie, you do NOT want him to test you -- because if he has to, it will be something ugly like sucking off those black guys, you know? You need to be PERFECT, so there just isn't any question! Otherwise, Jack has to make you do nasty things until you catch on -- and it's gonna hurt ALL of us to put you through it! Do you understand?" I can't describe the look on Beth's face adequately -- but 'scared rabbit' comes to mind. "You mean... ?" I looked unhappy -- which wasn't hard. "Yes. Every time you balk or hesitate, I have to punish you -- and then I have to make you do something disagreeable or humiliating or degrading to see if you've learned who is in charge. It's hard -- I don't like it -- but you can't just obey me when you feel like it." "Oh, boy!" Beth gasped. "Oboy, oboy, oboy..." "Exactly." I contrived to sigh. "Now I don't have to tell you that you've earned a testing, do I?" Beth gulped. "No." "This is what we're going to do," I explained. "I'm not going to surprise you with it, so you can get your act together on the way. I don't want to see any hesitation, no begging or pleading -- you just do what I tell you and act like it's the most natural thing in the world, understand?" "Yes Jack!" "Okay, it's going to go like this: When we get to the checkout, I'm going to send you back to the dog collars for another set of two -- one spiked and one pink -- and another leash. When I tell you to go, you take off all of your clothes and put them somewhere -- on the counter or something -- and Frieda is going to put your pink collar and leash on you and you're going to crawl back there on your hands and knees and get the stuff. Then you're going to crawl back with the collars in your teeth -- Frieda can carry the leash -- and you're going to put them in my hand. When I tell you it's okay, you can stand -- but you're going to the car naked. Got all that?" "Yes Jack." She had this dazed look on her face; I knew that she was already suffering the humiliation in advance. "I can add blowing the clerk at the checkout if you don't think it's enough..." I taunted. "Oh, no! That's fine!" Beth threw up her hands. "Okay, then. Let's go." I turned and led the pair to the checkout. Frieda had rolled her eyes when Beth assured me that she would be compliant, and she whispered urgently in Beth's ear. I left it alone. The clerk, a fifty-something male in eyeglasses, looked up, bored, as we placed our purchases on the counter. "Will that be all?" I studied things for a moment, then said, "No. Frieda, I need another leash and another of each type of collar. Hook up my bitch and take her with you." Being called 'bitch' was another shock for Beth, but she got moving, climbing out of her clothes, head down. When she had her top off and straightened from stepping out of her stretch pants, Frieda stepped in with the collar, "Raise your head, Sweetie, so I can get this on..." Beth watched me as she removed her bra; I looked back wearing my poker 'evaluation' face. "Mister, we don't, uh... ' the clerk stammered. I flashed my Confederacy ID. "It'll be fine -- she's a concubine." "Oh ... Okay..." He started looking around for a containment field. "Are you, uh, picking up?" "No, this is a training exercise." "I see..." He didn't, really. Frieda snapped the leash on Beth's collar and she went down on all fours and they headed up the aisle. A young female customer wandered over holding a riding helmet. "What's all that?" "I'm training a concubine." "There's better looking," she said critically. "There are other criteria," I replied shortly. Was EVERYONE so shallow? "Oh?" the girl asked, archly. There wouldn't be, for her -- she was a looker. Brunette, with a widow's peak, thin, nice features. "I have one who looks like Paris Hilton and one that looks like Catherine Zeta-Jones at home," I replied, "and they're terrible mothers. THAT one," I pointed at Beth, who was crawling back with collars in her teeth, "is a real Earth Mother type." "So why do this?" the girl waved at Beth, who was blushing furiously but gamely crawling forward. "She has to get used to the rules," I replied. "It's tough in this environment. You have rights and can complain and can have me arrested or whatever for that -- but she can't -- and she needs to learn it. Besides, I like my women nude." "Why isn't the other one nude?" the girl asked. "She understands the drill," I replied. "Don't you, Frieda?" "Yes, Master," Frieda replied phlegmatically. "Want me to strip down?" "See?" I told the girl. "So you're training a harem for pickup?" the girl's lip curled. "No, I'm a Confederacy officer on Earth on official business," I replied. "Um..." That rocked her. There were some very visible members of the Confederacy military on Earth at all times -- and how they handled their concubines in public was one of the things that made them visible. "Really?" "Really." I flashed my ID. "You aren't, um, looking, are you?" she asked. "No," I replied, "I have what I want." I crooked my finger at Beth and held out my hand for the collars, then placed them on the counter while pressing her head against my leg with my other hand and caressing her cheek. "That's my favorite girl," I murmured. Then, eyeing the new collars, I noted, "These aren't the same size." "They didn't have any more in that size and color," Frieda supplied. "The pink one MIGHT fit..." "No more spikes?" I asked, eyeing the black leather collar provided. It had studs, not spikes. "Nope. Sorry, Master -- they have a limited supply." Her eyes accused the clerk. "They had a couple more of those, too -- but not four. I REALLY like the spikes..." Clearly, she didn't want me to change up. "You know, they had purple ones..." "How many?" I asked. Frieda shrugged. "Go check. Bring some back. Get more with studs, too." I patted Beth on her bare ass as Frieda stepped off, tugging her leash. "Go along, Baby." Beth crawled off obediently. The clerk turned to the girl. "Are you finished shopping?" "No." The clerk started messing with his register. I just waited as the girls went to the collar rack and Frieda dug through the collars, placing some selected ones in Beth's mouth and holding others. When they paraded back, I knew the answer before they got to me. "Only three in purple, too, Master," Frieda related, "and three with studs in the right size." "Hmmm ... I guess I'll have to offer your father a different color for your mother," I muttered to Beth, rubbing her cheek. She pressed her face against my pant leg -- for comfort and to hide it a bit, I imagined. Still, she was doing what she was told -- to the letter. "I, um, might have some in the back," the clerk related, "if inventory has been kept up properly. But I'll have to close the register..." He was apparently alone -- but then, it WAS after eight p.m. He flashed a significant glance at the girl, who was one of only two customers in the store. "I'll watch things, if you like," I told him. I produced my stinger, "There will be no shoplifting. Take Frieda." I turned to Frieda, "I want four of every type, if at all possible -- spikes, studs, pink and purple." "Yes, Master," Frieda nodded. "Do I thank the man?" "Let's see the results," I replied. "Besides, we don't want to press anything on him he doesn't want." The clerk eyed Frieda critically while closing the register. "Let's go." He led her off. While they were gone, I praised Beth. She sat on her haunches and I rubbed her face, neck, and shoulders and fondled her breasts while telling her she was doing a wonderful job. She perked up visibly and leaned against me, absorbing the attention while eyeing the dark-haired girl triumphantly; she'd heard me turn the girl's offer down flat. The girl looked a little stung. "So, you're a dog..." she attacked. "I'm HIS dog," Beth replied. "What are you?" She rubbed her cheek against my leg. "I knew you would catch on!" I approved. "I knew," Beth agreed. "I just got ... wrapped around the axle. It's not how..." "Yeah, you weren't raised to this," I agreed. "How do you feel?" "Wet." Beth eyed the girl maliciously. The girl blushed and turned away. "If Frieda sucks him can I suck you?" I just grinned. Frieda returned, triumphant, waving collars. "We got four of everything, Master!" "Excellent!" I turned to the clerk. "No one has gone anywhere, with or without merchandise." "Thank you," he said perfunctorily while opening the register. "If she meant what I thought she meant a bit ago, I'd have to say no. She looks to be twelve or thirteen." "She's a case of arrested development," I told him. "She's over twenty. And no, I'm not a pedophile, and I've had nothing done to her." "Still..." He shook his head. "I wouldn't be able to shake the feeling." He continued scanning and ringing the items up. "Beth, then?" I offered. Beth looked up at me and smiled, 'I can do this' written all over her face. She was catching on... "Um, no -- not that far, anyway. I might like to ... touch her." I nodded as I passed my credit card to him. "Beth, get up and go around behind the counter and let him feel anything he wants." I unsnapped the leash. It took him five minutes to get his fill. "Such soft breasts," he sighed as Beth returned to me. I held my girls' hands as we exited the store. "I want you SOOO BAAAD..." Beth whispered as we went out the door. We got in my car to discuss where we were going to have dinner -- and decided to go to the house first. I had Beth ride with me to her house; we went back to the grocery and Frieda got Beth's car. I couldn't let Beth play with me, so I had her masturbate. The incredibly wet sounds her hands made in her pussy ALMOST made me pull off the road and bend her over the hood, but I contained myself... ------- Chapter 15 Beth: Thursday morning was a time for more running around naked; I was a bit easier with it, and Momma was, too, but the new and embarrassing hadn't worn off. Frieda, on the other hand, seemed to take delight in the whole thing, which made me ... nervous ... I nearly jumped out of my skin when Jack started running his hand up the inside of my leg while I poured his coffee, but I managed not to scream or spill anything. Jack said something to Momma about getting a big apron to cover her front while she cooked; I don't think anybody missed the implication that her ass should be visible. But Jack and Daddy didn't hang out forever -- they both had places to be, so they were soon gone, leaving Frieda, Momma, and me to talk about the night before. Momma was all freaked out about how Daddy seemed to be taking everything Jack said to heart. Worse, I think, was her having to admit that it wasn't all that bad; I mentioned that yell she let out and she blushed a lot and told us what happened. It was all part of her worries, apparently -- you see, she had these rules for Daddy and sex -- what was okay, what was taboo and what was just nasty. I guess Daddy had played ball up to now, but last night he broke some of Momma's rules in the process of showing her who was boss -- and BOTH of them found out that they'd been missing a few things! Momma's big worry was the fact that Daddy was due -- and was obviously going to collect -- another woman. Things like her rules for sex and other stuff she'd put on Daddy were coming home to roost and she didn't see how she could survive, long term, when Daddy shook free -- ESPECIALLY with another woman around! Frieda didn't see a problem. "He's used to you, Mrs. H -- he's got a lot of time invested in you," Frieda insisted. "Besides, all you have to do is give him what he wants..." "What -- anything?" Momma erupted. "Yup. Anything," Frieda agreed. "In the first place, it's your job -- and in the second, anything you give him that he hasn't had will be like candy! Another woman won't start from there -- she'll be expected to put out whatever he wants going in -- but YOU can provide him with little victories, things he never had before and could never even ask for..." Momma looked dubious. "That's a slippery slope..." "Maybe," Frieda agreed, "but whether you dole it out or he just takes it, it's what you signed up for. You want control? This is all you've got!" "And when it's over and we hit rock bottom and he puts me on the street for money?" Momma asked. "Won't happen," Frieda declared, shaking her head. "In the FIRST place, wherever we're going, guys have PLENTY of women; prostitution is about guys not being able to find one when they want one." "Or finding a new one," Momma pointed out, grimacing. "When every guy has at least two, demand is gonna be low," Frieda pointed out. "I can see a little swapping, maybe, but prostitution? I don't think anybody uses money out there -- it'd have to be barter. Besides, that leaves out my SECOND point -- he VALUES you and he's a nice guy! If he was an asshole in the first place, you would need to worry -- but he isn't, so when the new wears off the whole idea of making you do shit just to see the look on your face, things will settle down." "So I should just happily do ... whatever, and it will all settle out?" Momma wasn't buying. "Yup," Frieda insisted. "And the less fuss you make about it, the less he'll bother to mess with you, because he won't be having fun watching your face screw up." "And other women?" Momma prompted. "You can't fight it, so deal with it," Frieda advised. "Jack has two more women at home. From where I sit, that means I might not get ENOUGH sex, rather than worrying about him wanting to jump my bones constantly. Whoever Mr. H picks, welcome her aboard and make nice because she's your ticket to peace and quiet on nights when you don't want to have to put up with sex. Be gracious -- you're on first and she's the new girl, but you want everything nice and pleasant." "You make it all sound so simple..." Momma mused. "Oh, it won't be," Frieda replied. "You know that. But you're on track to make things WORSE, which is pretty stupid. I mean, what's he likely to do, here in the house? Make you suck his dick in front of Jack?" "Frieda!" Momma and I BOTH erupted. Frieda, being Frieda, was unrepentant. "Hey, if Jack wants it, I'm gonna get down on my knees and suck it in with a big grin on my face -- and waggle my ass at you two, because you'll be missing out! Mrs. H, if Mr. H gooses you, how much fun is it if you don't react? Jack's had it all before -- being embarrassed in front of Jack is a waste of time -- so don't! Show Mr. H you love him and you have the right attitude, and it will all fall into place." Momma wasn't much on belief, but the way Frieda presented it, she had no choice. She was still grumbling when Frieda and I got in the car to go to work. It would have been tough keeping the secret that we were leaving if just thinking about telling someone didn't make my stomach uneasy. I couldn't think of anything much I could leave as a legacy, either; Frieda and I would just walk out tomorrow night and not come back. Someone else would get our jobs, and that would be that, more or less, until those Swarmy things came and started attacking people... Anyway, we did our shift, and at seven-thirty, Jack came and got us to take to dinner -- but he wanted to go somewhere else first. Imagine my surprise when he pulls up in front of the feed store! The next thing I know, we're looking at DOG COLLARS -- and Frieda is treating them as costume jewelry! I was MORTIFIED -- but then Jack went over and started looking at things you whip horses with and I got REALLY nervous! "Jack..." "Come here," Jack directed, so I slunk over to him, head down. What had I done? "I'm trying to find a way to get you to understand how things are. I have no intention of wailing away on you for anything, but if I give you a quick flick with this..." he said -- then he HIT me with it! Okay, well, it wasn't hard, but I jumped, you know? "I think it is more effective than having to talk about it, don't you?" he asked. Well, DUH! I said, "Yes, Jack," -- after all, he was waving that thing at me... Jack looked all triumphant and said, "See? It's already effective. You stop thinking and just do what you're told." Jack turned to Frieda, but she was already on board with the whole crazy thing, "I get it, Boss. I already did. Beth's momma has her conditioned to worry about appearances and other bullshit, though." Jack grinned evilly. "That's why I'm buying a set for Oliver." "Hey, Jack," Frieda asked. "You wanna be 'Boss' or 'Lord' or 'Master' or what?" "Jack will do, with the proper respect," Jack answered, but Frieda nodded her head at me and he changed his tune, "but if it helps you keep the proper mindset, we'll go with Master." Jack looked at me, then back at Frieda and said, "She's going to ask if we're kidding." He was right; I mean, 'Master?' Wasn't that kind of going hog wild? Frieda shrugged and gave me that look she gives me when she thinks I've done something hopelessly stupid and said to Jack, "I love her like a sister, but she's a little slow sometimes..." Jack sighed, then he HIT me with that WHIP again! I let out a yelp, then whined, "What did you do THAT for... ?" Then the look on his face registered and I knew he was serious, so I added, " ... Master?" "You didn't appear to be getting the point," Jack answered. "Isn't there a better way?" I asked. That thing STUNG! Then Frieda lit into me. Apparently, despite the fact that I'd sat there that morning while Frieda patiently tried to tutor Momma, I hadn't been applying the whole thing to ME! My job was to do 'whatever Jack wants' -- and that job didn't really have much in the way of boundaries -- and what I THOUGHT about what Jack wanted didn't really matter ... Look, I know I'm a little slow, but 'anything' covers a lot of ground, you know? Frieda, of course, had to take things to the wall... "Let's take something patently outrageous -- so Jack tells you to get naked, walk to the corner, and offer blowjobs to the first five black guys who come along. Do you do it?" "Ewwww!" She was kidding, right? Right? "Totally naked? Somebody is gonna puke!" "Not your problem," Frieda countered. "Do you do it?" "Jeez..." I mean, really ... Was she serious? "Sweetie, did Jack say to do it?" Frieda leaned on me. "Yeah..." I looked over at Jack -- surely, he wouldn't ask such a thing, would he? But he grinned nastily and started playing with those whips... "So are you gonna do it?" Frieda prompted. "It'd be so embarrassing..." Naked? Blowjobs? Black guys? In PUBLIC? "But are you gonna DO it!?" Frieda kept pushing... "If I don't..." I fumbled around for an escape hatch. "If you don't, Jack is gonna be VERY DISAPPOINTED!" Frieda howled. "And he'll probably use that riding crop on you until your ass is purple -- and NOBODY is gonna tell him he can't because he OWNS you! Now ARE YOU GONNA DO IT?" There was NO WAY OUT! "Yesss..." "Jeezus! It's like pulling teeth!" Frieda complained, running her martyrdom thing. Then she kept pressing; if I would do THAT if I had to -- and I HAD to -- then there wasn't much ELSE I wouldn't do, if I HAD to ... Logic apparently brought us around to the fact that whatever Jack wanted, I should just DO it -- and not worry about consequences ... I wasn't thrilled -- that much was obvious -- but then Frieda came around to the fact that I was ALREADY in trouble... "What you have to realize is that if you don't seem to get it, Jack has to test you. Now I KNOW that Jack doesn't WANT to test you, but as long as you act dumb about it, he HAS to!" Frieda leaned in and looked up at me with that sincere look she uses when she's TRYING to keep me from screwing up, "Sweetie, you do NOT want him to test you -- because if he has to, it will be something ugly like sucking off those black guys, you know? You need to be PERFECT, so there just isn't any question! Otherwise, Jack has to make you do nasty things until you catch on -- and it's gonna hurt ALL of us to put you through it! Do you understand?" I FREAKED! "You mean... ?" Was I gonna have to ACTUALLY DO that? I looked at Jack... The look on his face wasn't encouraging. "Yes. Every time you balk or hesitate, I have to punish you -- and then I have to make you do something disagreeable or humiliating or degrading to see if you've learned who is in charge. It's hard -- I don't like it -- but you can't just obey me when you feel like it." I was beyond words ... Maybe he could just beat me a lot with those whips -- suddenly, they didn't seem so bad after all ... Then it got worse... "Exactly." Jack sighed. "Now I don't have to tell you that you've earned a testing, do I?" No, I saw THAT coming ... I prayed fervently that Frieda's outlandish example wasn't Jack's default test... "This is what we're going to do," Jack explained. "I'm not going to surprise you with it, so you can get your act together on the way. I don't want to see any hesitation, no begging or pleading -- you just do what I tell you and act like it's the most natural thing in the world, understand?" "Yes Jack!" If there was some other answer, I didn't have any idea what it would be... "Okay, it's going to go like this," Jack directed, "When we get to the checkout, I'm going to send you back to the dog collars for another set of two -- one spiked and one pink -- and another leash. When I tell you to go, you take off all of your clothes and put them somewhere -- on the counter or something -- and Frieda is going to put your pink collar and leash on you and you're going to crawl back there on your hands and knees and get the stuff. Then you're going to crawl back with the collars in your teeth -- Frieda can carry the leash -- and you're going to put them in my hand. When I tell you it's okay, you can stand -- but you're going to the car naked. Got all that?" "Yes, Jack." I didn't know whether to be thrilled or horrified -- I mean, it was going to be EXTREMELY humiliating -- but I wasn't giving blowjobs to strangers, and I wouldn't be outside... "I can add blowing the clerk at the checkout if you don't think it's enough..." Jack taunted. "Oh, no! That's fine!" I threw up my hands, thinking, 'God! I don't want to ADD anything!' "Okay, then. Let's go." Frieda came up beside me as we were walking to the checkout and whispered in my ear, "Sweetie, you are SOOO slow! If you'd said, 'Okay, Jack, if you want me to, ' when he hit you up with blowing the clerk, you'd have proved you had your shit together and you probably wouldn't have had to do ANYTHING!!" I spent the rest of the trip to the checkout wondering if Frieda was right -- and I decided that she probably was, as usual. The tests were about whether I would react properly to a request -- and since ANY request was a reasonable one, the sooner I started treating ANY request as reasonable, the sooner they would STAY reasonable ... I got myself together; it was time to make Jack proud of me... So things played themselves out at the counter as Jack described them -- except I didn't really expect it when he told Frieda, "Hook up my bitch..." That hurt a little, but I got it -- and I got moving, getting out of my clothes. Frieda had me stop to put on that silly pink collar -- I wondered vaguely, 'Does the pink collar make me a poodle instead of a Rottweiler?' I looked at Jack as I got down to my bra and panties, but the look on his face said he wasn't satisfied and we weren't stopping, so I didn't even pause. Well, Daddy had seen it all... The clerk mumbled something meant to stop things, but Jack showed him his ID and that put an end to it. I got down on all fours and Frieda led me off to the dog collars. There, we ran into trouble right away; there were no more in our size of either type. After puzzling a bit and discussing it, Frieda stuck a smaller version of the pink collar and a black one in the right size but with studs on it instead of spikes between my teeth and we headed back. As we came up the aisle, some young girl carrying a helmet started dissing me to Jack. She had all kinds of questions -- what were we doing, why me and not someone better looking, why wasn't Frieda naked ... Jack had answers. Then she eyes us all like he's an asshole and we're idiots, "So you're training a harem for pickup?" "No, I'm a Confederacy officer on Earth on official business," Jack replied -- and he proved it. THAT change her tune -- the next thing you know, she was asking him if he had room for one more; I thought my heart would swell right out of my chest when Jack looked down at me, smiling, and said, "No, I have what I want." He crooked a finger and I crawled to him and placed the collars in his hand and he caressed my cheek and called me his favorite girl -- and suddenly being naked on the floor in a dog collar wasn't so bad... But then we got into the size problem and how the new collars differed. I let Frieda make the explanations and just pressed against Jack's leg. But he decided he wanted us to go off for another look, so I let Frieda lead me off to the collars again. There were more problems at the collar rack. Jack wanted four of everything -- I figured that Jack's other girls were getting dog collars, too, which was why he needed four. But three was the best we could do ... Back at the counter, I discovered I was wrong when Jack announced, "Hmmm ... I guess I'll have to offer your father a different color for your mother." So who was the fourth collar for? Daddy's other woman? It didn't matter; I just pressed up against Jack and let him rub my cheek. Then the clerk said he thought there might be more in back, but he couldn't leave the register. Jack whipped out that brass knuckle thing I'd held the night before and told him not to worry about it, so he took off with Frieda. Frieda wanted to know if she should give the clerk a blowjob -- which floored me, more or less -- but Jack didn't take her up on the idea, which told me that she'd been right all along about how to handle things. Duh. Frieda generally was ... Then Jack turned his attention to me and I reveled in his approval and his touch. The girl with the helmet was watching, so I grinned at her and she came out with, "So, you're a dog..." -- really nasty. Well, ONE of us was a concubine -- and it WASN'T her! "I'm HIS dog," I replied. "What are you?" THAT shut the little bitch down! "I knew you would catch on!" Jack exclaimed, squeezing me against him. "I knew," I explained, "I just got ... wrapped around the axle. It's not how..." "Yeah, you weren't raised to this," Jack agreed. "How do you feel?" "Wet." I grinned maliciously at the little bitch with the helmet. "If Frieda sucks him can I suck you?" I added. THAT got rid of HER! Frieda and the clerk came back, having turned up four of each type of collar. The clerk begged off doing anything with Frieda -- said it would make him feel like a pedophile -- but he had hungry eyes when he looked at me. He said he didn't want to have sex, but he would like to touch me... Jack said, "Beth, get up and go around behind the counter and let him feel anything he wants," and unsnapped my leash. Well, I knew my job -- and I'd come to realize that the craziness associated with it allowed for some freedom of expression, too! I didn't even blink -- I just went around the counter and let the old guy feel me up! Now, never in a million years would I have wanted to have sex with this guy, but he was, like, reverent, while he played with my saggy boobs and rubbed my ass and fingered my puss. I got hot, okay? It was a LOT more attention than I'd gotten from ANY guy except Jack ... By the time I came out from around the counter, I was SOAKED and itchy and I wanted Jack in me -- and I SAID so, right to his face! I couldn't do dinner and I don't think Jack could, either; we went back to the grocery store and got my car and Frieda followed us home. I was so hot ... Jack told me I should masturbate -- and any other time, I might have gotten stupid and embarrassed and refused -- but I was SMOKING and my love button was itchy and besides, if Jack said it was okay ... I stuck one foot up on the dashboard and leaned the seat back and made a disgusting spectacle of myself doing something I OUGHT to have been doing alone in my bedroom -- and it was BETTER, if anything! I got wet and sloppy and had two orgasms -- but I still wanted Jack's beautiful penis... As we came through the door, an outsider would have been amazed at the clear signs of change. Momma (naked) met me (naked, wearing a pink dog collar) and contented herself with, "Hi, Honey. Have you had dinner?" "No, Momma," I replied, preoccupied, "but it'll wait." "Beth..." Jack's voice sounded behind me. "Jack -- Master -- PLEEEEZE!" I wasn't above begging. "Well, don't be rude to your mother," Jack replied, catching up so that I could grab his hand and pull him along. "Frieda, brief Vera -- just the basics. I want to surprise her..." "I'm on it..." I heard Frieda reply, but I was already tugging Jack toward the stairs. Once in my room, Jack teased, "Tell me what you want." It was another one of his tests, I think. Fine -- I was too hot to be embarrassed. "I want you in me. I want you to make -- no, I just want you to do me!" Making love was too gentle a description for what I wanted. "I guess I can do that," Jack drawled, pretending reluctance. "Help me get out of my..." He didn't finish because I was already working off his shoes. There was silence except for my grunts and whines of frustration as the pair of us got him out of his clothing in something like thirty seconds, then I had it in my hands. It was already hard, hot and smooth, and as I slid my hand up and down it some of his goo leaked out of the tip. The urgent heat in my womanhood that I had worried might wane due to the delay flared again, and a fresh rush of wetness joined the sticky wetness already coating my inner thighs from my masturbation session. I sucked in the velvety purplish tip and rolled my tongue over it, savoring the musky flavor it had generated while trapped in his underwear even as my saliva washed it away. "Are you ready?" Jack croaked. "Oh, yes!" "How do you want it?" A wild wanton feeling had been carrying me along ever since the feed store. I gave it voice, and it said, "I'm your bitch -- do me doggie!" Jack laughed; I knew that whatever craziness had enveloped me, he approved of it. "Up, then, Bitch! Wag your tail and show me you're in heat so I can mount you!" I hopped up on the bed and backed up to the edge and waggled my butt at him; where this craziness was coming from, I didn't know and didn't care. This wasn't me -- I'd have been mortified at the idea of actually drawing attention to my big butt -- this was some free, uninhibited person who had taken over my body. The good news? Whoever it was let me enjoy every sensation ... Jack provided a surprise at that point; instead of just sliding himself into me, he bent and ran his tongue up my puss from my love button to my bung hole! I screamed in surprise and pleasure! Jack chuckled and said, "Dogs lick it a little, first..." He lapped me a few times and I thought I was going to cum RIGHT THEN, but then he stood and rubbed the soft, blunt tip of his probe up and down my split -- once, twice -- seated it at my opening, and pushed it home... All I could think was 'Oh, thank God!' For all I knew, I yelled it at the top of my lungs, but I don't think I did. At last, Jack's hands settled on my hips and his flesh plumbed my depths and it was time to ... well ... Okay, I don't use this word much, but in this case ... Fuck, okay? It was time to fuck! I wanted it the way he gave it to Frieda last night, and I let him know it! "Do me! Do me HAAARD!" Jack obliged me; his hips snapped and he tugged my butt to him as he buried himself to the hilt, then he set up a rhythm right away that had my butt jouncing and wobbling as his pubic bone bashed it and his testicles -- okay, balls! -- swung to go boink against my love button. I dropped down on my forearms to get more stable and turned my head to watch him work to attain his pleasure, allowing his animal expressions to amplify my animal joy! On another day, I might have been horrified watching the ripple that went through my butt as his pelvis smacked it, but the person in charge of THIS ... fuck ... LOVED it! It was just another sign that I was being bred ... The thought flickered through my head that maybe I would throw a litter of puppies -- just one of those weird things you think about while you are afloat on a cloud of joy -- and I barked a laugh. Jack frowned for a second, wondering what was up, then dismissed it -- but I explained, anyway. "Puppies," I panted. "Give me puppies!" "It's what I'm here for!" Jack panted back, and redoubled his already urgent efforts. If my tunnel hadn't been gushing forth lubricant, he'd have set fire to us both at the rate he was going; as it was, the wet, squishy sounds that underlay the meaty smacks of our impacts just added to my arousal... It had always been there, that orgasm I'd been promised more or less when the old guy at the feed store ran his hands lovingly over my body, his touch oddly reverent. Now, after a delay that I had feared would drive it away, it rose before me like a tsunami! Jack began to glow before my eyes as our surroundings darkened; I saw nothing but him, driving himself deep into me with every pounding stroke, trying to merge us into one being. My thighs locked up and began to shake, the first sign of my loss of control as the pleasure intensified to an unbearable level and the wave broke over me and the world went white... I think I screamed. My body was on automatic, doing what it was supposed to -- milking Jack's shaft for life-giving seed. I had no control -- and needed none. At the second rolling pulse, Jack suddenly went, "AAAAAAHHHH!" -- and my stomach went rigid as it clamped my puss on his length and I FELT his seed as his penis bucked and spewed it on my cervix! The world went white AGAIN as my puss milked him, using muscles I never even knew I had, my belly clenched and rippling as the muscles there supported the action inside my womanhood. It seemed like we were poised like that for five minutes, but it was probably only a few seconds while his probe pulsed inside me. I felt every surge -- and felt it when they tapered off and automatically relaxed my grip on him. Jack stroked my back from the base of my neck to my tailbone a couple of times and muttered, "THAT's my favorite girl!" Then he put his hand on my tailbone and gave my butt a little symbolic push and I flopped forward, wasted and sated. It seemed like every time we did it, sex was different -- and every time, it was better! I wouldn't have wanted it that way the night before, but tonight Jack's pounding attack had been THE thing to deal with my wild arousal. I'd gone wild, wanting it -- craving it -- until nothing else would do! I rolled over on my back and put my feet up on the edge of the bed, my legs spread -- and lay there, knowing I was dripping Jack's seed on the bedspread. I didn't care; it didn't matter. Jack bent down and rubbed my belly and mauled my boobs and kissed me and said sweet things -- and I luxuriated in it, rather than worrying about what he thought of the way my belly pooched (or would have, if I hadn't been flat on my back) or my boobs sagged out to the sides. I was rapidly shifting from being shy, hung-up and inhibited to a total wanton -- and as long as Jack was happy, I was happy! If he wanted me to do naked public blowjobs, I would MUCH prefer to give them to him, but I would give him what he wanted -- ANYTHING he wanted... After a few minutes, he stood up and said, "I'm going to get you a washrag -- you're a mess down there! Then we probably ought to think about dinner." Such was my state of mind that I didn't ask, "What do you want me to wear?" Instead, I asked, "Do you want me to dress?" Jack laughed, said, "Yeah, I think so -- but not yet," and headed off to get the washrag. ------- Chapter 16 Oliver: I left the house on Thursday morning feeling inordinately pleased with myself; Jack and I had pressed Vera pretty hard the evening before and she'd borne up well under it. Oh, I was well aware that she still had concerns and reservations, but she was gamely dealing with them. I considered that we'd actually broken new ground -- and experienced a level of intimacy sorely lacking in our relationship over the past few years. All in all, it appeared to me that the shakeup of our relationship offered opportunities for improvement well beyond my ascendancy to operational control. At the office, I almost immediately discovered response emails from my other two daughters; I had been correct in assuming that dropping the fiancé hint would bring them slavering. Both would contrive to arrive on Friday evening, which would work out well. Judith's communiqué had some hints in it about rough waters with her spouse and the fact that he might wish to return home on Saturday -- but I doubted that he would be going ANYWHERE once thoroughly briefed. Judith's husband wasn't a source of any excitement on my part; if we could avoid briefing him and he wandered off Saturday morning it would fix any marital problems they might have quite handily. I would have to remember to express that thought to all concerned... No time like the present; since I hadn't aired this little brainstorm with Vera yet, now was the time if I was going to avoid a harangue about not giving her any preparation time. I picked up the phone... "Ollie?" Vera responded. "Is something wrong?" I seldom call home -- but this was paranoia ... It was unclear whether I should be strict or coddle her, so I decided to just pass it off... "Of course not," I replied. "But I had an idea and it has borne fruit, so it's time to warn you. I emailed the girls and told them that we would be having a little family get-together tomorrow night." "Oh," Vera snorted. "And they haven't begged off yet, so you're thinking that I should go ahead and plan a big dinner. That hasn't..." "They've both confirmed attendance," I rode over her. "I took the liberty of telling them that they would be meeting Beth's fiancé..." Vera snorted again. "You DID? That was GENIUS! Where did THAT come from?" "I haven't spent a quarter century in your presence without learning a FEW things about what gets a woman going!" I retorted. "Besides, I AM the genius in the family, remember?" "Yes, well..." Vera began. It was time to call her down. "And that's not ALL I am, either! I'm going to stop you here to remind you that you're falling back into old habits..." There was a silence on the other end of the line that got lengthy before a meek voice said, "Sorry." "I'm not angry," I assured her, "It's just a reminder." Still, while I'd hoped to brace her in person, this was a lead-in... "While you're planning, you should expect another guest." "Oh? Who?" "Actually, I haven't decided yet," I replied -- which triggered an audible gasp. "My assumption is that with you tending the home fires, I should attempt to collect a research assistant." "A young one, I'm sure," Vera replied in a dead voice. "Age is irrelevant," I told her. "I'm sure that we'll both have a decade or so of wear repaired physically. Mental age could be another matter -- and being a bit older and wiser could work in your favor." "Ollie, I..." "We'll discuss it this evening," I cut her off. "This isn't a topic for telephone conversation. I only mentioned it so you could have a headcount when arranging supplies." "Yes, Ollie." That had to be painful. Just cutting her off like that was exercising authority I seldom even thought about attempting. "Nothing is decided. We'll discuss it when I get home. Worry about menu planning -- dinner tomorrow night could be our last unhurried meal for a while." I closed out the call with the usual terse endearments -- and suspected that she took little comfort in them. Well, it would all shake out... The incident didn't improve my mood either; I felt somewhat guilty about the way I was treating Vera. But there wasn't much to be done about it; Jack had pointed out that if I didn't take on a second concubine, assumptions would be made -- assumptions that could complicate things even more than they already were. No, it was better to go ahead and do the male chauvinist pig thing and let Vera get used to it; she would adjust... Putting aside my funk, I made the rounds. The feminine contingent had dressed for success -- or seduction, perhaps. I'd never realized what a catch it appeared that I was considered to be... Some things SHOULD be covered -- Harriet's knees, for instance, which were large and arthritic; she WAS pushing sixty, after all ... Well, perhaps only dragging fifty. I doubted that she was at all fertile, in any case, but she'd been displaying that aggressive friendliness that women over fifty looking for a late-life companion tend to deploy for some time. She would have been out of luck in any case -- I HAD Vera, after all; I'm not at all certain I was flattered, given the fact that I held the younger side of our age difference. Besides, when a woman over fifty who lives with her mother goes looking for a man, one has to wonder what for... The young girls, on the other hand, were VERY flattering with their attentions; I don't think Amanda Fenster was wearing ANYTHING under her lab coat! They all seemed to go to great lengths to get me to try to see their navels from a vantage point between their breasts... I let it go on through the morning, but by noontime, I'd decided. Britney held the high ground; in the first place, we had history, of a sort, in that she'd taken a long-term interest in me. In the second, she wasn't making a fool of herself. Instead, she hung out on the fringes, dressed relatively respectably and acting professional -- wearing eyeglasses today -- and watching the others make fools of themselves and making nonverbal commentary -- a look here, a quirk of a smile there, an occasional arched eyebrow ... In conversation, she was completely professional, while still managing to hint at the availability of another level -- which was something she'd been practicing for some time on me, and which had been a minefield on occasion when I was more concerned about maintaining the integrity of my body parts if Vera discovered an indiscretion. No, Britney was a class act -- and as such, my choice to occupy the vacant slot in my entourage... That having been decided, I stopped enjoying the attacks of clumsiness and the apparent slipperiness of paper in my vicinity and began to evince some perplexity at the entire situation. I declaimed loudly to Leland in the break room that I had no idea what the fuss was and that it was much ado about nothing and that perhaps he should go shopping for concubines, since it appeared that all it took was an unguarded word to initiate massive excitement. It was true, too -- the conversation between Britney and I hadn't been all that damning, but someone decided that it boded a change in my modus operandi. The odd thing was that I could have triggered that mine at virtually any time -- and I would have been just as graceless about backing out as I had been. No, there was more to it than that; I was telegraphing interest -- clumsy of me, I'm sure, but I'm not good at these things. That afternoon, however, I closed up shop and went back to my old ways -- and feminine enthusiasm waned rapidly. Just before the close of business, however, I contrived to visit young Britney, asking her about progress and getting her latest hypotheses regarding our slim data. At the end of it, after a casual glance around to see if we were being actively observed, I asked, "I wonder if you are available for dinner tomorrow night?" Britney froze, then took off her eyeglasses to cover it. "I might be. Where?" "My home," I replied. "I think it's time you met the wife. I need to know how well you'll get on together." I could see that I'd rocked her, so I continued, "I braced her with a variant on your comment about the realities of being a modern woman." "I see." Britney put her glasses back on and covered her mouth with her hand while pretending to seriously peruse a printout. "And how did that go?" "There were some initial fireworks, but the point was made," I replied. "Vera blusters quite a bit to cover her insecurities -- and another woman is a clear threat. She'll need to be, well, coddled, deferred to." I eyed Britney directly. "She's not particularly beautiful or shapely, but she is a practical woman and she took me on when no one else would and became the mother of my children. What little polish you see on me was applied by Vera." Britney locked eyes with me, her expression serious. "You're being very direct, Doctor," she challenged. "I am," I agreed. "How should I dress?" "Casually. It will be a family gathering, but the situation may ... morph a bit," I replied, treading carefully. Britney eyed me for several seconds before asking softly, "Should I come prepared to stay the night?" "The weekend, perhaps," I replied. "I have no idea of your living arrangements, I'm afraid. Do you have any long-term responsibilities? A pet, perhaps? A roommate?" "No." She smiled an embarrassed smile. "My work occupies my attention. Pets -- and roommates -- would be a distraction." I nodded, wondering what that meant from a sexual standpoint. As I have previously indicated, Britney wasn't excessively pretty, but she was fully capable of attracting a male. Had I been twenty years younger and single, I'd have taken a run at her (and been rebuffed, of course; my age and experience were part of my attraction for her, I doubt not). "So we should expect you?" "Yes." I handed her a slip of paper with our address and contact information on it that I had prepared in advance. "Dinner should be around seven-thirty -- but feel free to arrive well before that." "Thank you, Doctor." Britney tucked the slip away in her lab coat. "Obviously, we'll have to get through tomorrow..." I glanced around pointedly. "I understand completely," she replied. "I'll ... attempt to defuse the current crisis." She cocked her head, her look suddenly sultry, "Besides, if tomorrow night goes well, there will no longer be any occasion for excitement, will there?" There it was. She was asking -- pretty clearly -- if she was auditioning for a slot in my entourage. What amazed me was the fact that even though she had no idea that the potential harem would soon be an actual one, she was still willing to deliver herself into my tender mercies. I was well aware of the concept of the 'pre-pack' -- and just as aware that they didn't always deploy as configured -- yet, clearly, she was willing to take the chance that I would be extracted and that when it occurred, she would actualize her position as a potential concubine. I limited myself to, "Exactly." She nodded, absorbing the confirmation. "Goodnight, then," I said, turning and taking my leave of her. "Goodnight, Doctor." I could feel her eyes on me until the door closed behind me. ------- At home, Vera awaited my pleasure -- nude and obsequious. I don't know which surprised me more. "Would you like a drink?" she asked, as she took my laptop case -- a behavior heretofore unknown in and of itself. Vera NEVER met me at the door, and NEVER took my laptop from me -- and I got my OWN glass of wine if I wanted one, although she saw to it that the bar was stocked. Now she stood before me, head down ... It was somewhat painful, as if I was guilty of robbing her of something. "The pinot grigio, I think," I replied. "Give me my case back and I'll take it to the office while you pour. Pour one for yourself, as well." I took my laptop back and took it to my office, working to compose myself and trying to figure out just how to present things to Vera. Upon my return to the living room, I settled on the left side of the couch and waved Vera to the right, where we could face one another. "Vera, how long have we been married?" It was a clear indication of her upset that she didn't needle me with, "What? You've forgotten?" Instead, she said quietly, "A long time -- but that's over, isn't it?" "Technically, perhaps," I agreed, "but functionally? Aren't you still the woman I come home to at night? Don't we continue to occupy the same bed? Are you not continuing to do the myriad things that keep this household running, leaving me to focus upon my work? We DO still have a relationship, and it isn't 'at will', as it were..." "It is for you," Vera replied quietly, "And it's clear that I won't be the only one occupying your home or your bed!" "Vera," I sighed, "Have I ever said or done ANYTHING to indicate to you that I consider you to be disposable?" "Well, no..." "If I wanted you gone, could I not have gone to Jack and made a separate agreement to merely leave you behind?" THAT had an impact! Vera looked startled. "Uh, I guess you could have, couldn't you?" "Yes, I could -- yet there you sit -- and you ARE a concubine!" I pointed out. "You need to look at the larger picture, here. I can take you -- but there will be changes. There would be, anyway -- it will be a new place, and I will most likely have a new job. You will need to start fresh on a new home. What I need for you to do is to look at the glass as being half full, rather than half empty." "There will be another woman," Vera pouted. "Some young thing from your office, I imagine." "Yes, you are most likely correct," I conceded. "Since our telephone conversation, I have settled upon a candidate." "You haven't slept with her, have you?" Vera snarled, stiffening. She whipped back her glass, preparing to dash it into my face... I slapped her! I don't know what came over me; suddenly, I was EXTREMELY angry! I leaned up and warded off the incipient dousing with one arm -- and with the other, I hit Vera for the very first time in our relationship, and roared, "Don't you EVER speak to me like that again! I have NEVER, EVER dishonored you with another woman and I am insulted beyond measure that you would accuse me of such a thing! You pig-headed little fool! I'm doing my absolute best for you and all you can do is whine about this and that and accuse me of infidelity!" When I settled back, I don't know which of us was more surprised -- Vera, who was white-faced around the red mark on her cheek -- or me! Almost, I ruined it by apologizing -- but somehow, I realized that doing so would undermine any good that might come of the ugly incident, so I held myself in check. Vera eyed me as if someone she'd never seen before was occupying my seat, then blinked back tears as she shifted her attention to the wine spillage. "I need to clean this up," she said dully, and staggered off. In a bit, she came back with some spray cleaner and paper towels and began dabbing at spots, pushing the coffee table out of the way while I sat mute, dealing with my own personal disquiet over the implications of what I'd done. Finally, Vera looked up from a position basically between my legs and murmured, "Ollie? I'm sorry..." No trusting myself to speak, I waved her onto my lap. "I'm just ... scared..." she continued, "and jealous ... Fearful. Another woman could..." "Do nothing to displace you," I finished for her. "We have ... history. You need to approach this from a different direction. Beth has her man, and will be leaving us; therefore, you will need a replacement to help you keep things in order. I'm taking a girl from the office because she will be able to assist me in my work, if it is anything like what I have been doing. But you are to go back into the child-rearing business, which means that you'll have more than just me to sweep up after. Whoever I pick will be your assistant in that area." "She'll be 'assisting' me in bed, too!" Vera sulked, but she watched me carefully to ensure that she didn't cross any lines. "Tell me you want sex every time I want sex," I retorted. "Go ahead -- lie about it..." Vera smiled crookedly. "Okay, you've got me there..." "I'm well aware that the supply was a handle you had on me -- and I'm afraid it's one you've lost, if for no other reason than in an extremity I need not take no for an answer," I pointed out. "Perhaps you should be glad of any assistance you get in that arena, too..." Vera eyed me sidelong, "Sex isn't exactly a fate worse than death, no matter what I may have said at the time..." "Maybe, but if you DO have a headache, it might be nice to be able to hand off to the 'B' team," I argued. "What if she's ... better?" Vera worried. "It will be an incentive to stretch the edge of the envelope, I should think," I replied. "Like we did last night?" Vera replied archly, then moved on. "She'll be younger..." Vera was settling in, relaxing, playing a bit with my collar. "Not after we've regressed you physically a bit," I replied. "Physically, there will probably not be any serious competition. I'm comfortable with you, remember. If she has some little trick that makes her competitive, I guess you'll have to learn it." "Just taking a few years off won't keep me from being a cow," Vera asserted, eyeing me. "I'd be willing to bet that whoever you've picked out won't have my build." "Variety IS the spice of life," I admitted, "so she won't, if the current candidate works out. Nonetheless, we can discuss other adjustments, as long as they don't keep you from being recognizable." "Don't keep me in suspense," Vera sighed softly, "Tell me what she's like." I shrugged, deliberately squeezing her a bit. "Mid-twenties, reddish brown hair, eyeglasses. Tall, somewhat narrow -- she has that thing where the legs bow back." "Pretty?" Vera asked. "Not anything amazing, but not difficult to look at -- not remarkable in either extreme," I replied. "In fact, there really isn't anything remarkable about her, except maybe her mind." "You haven't mentioned those," Vera noted. I was absently fondling her left breast. "Something on the order of young Frieda's, I imagine," I replied. "I'm surprised -- I thought you liked mine..." Vera had big, soft naturals that hung a bit and splayed on her chest. "I do -- you know that," I replied, kneading the one in my hand and enjoying its softness. "I guess she's not competitive that way." "So what is the draw?" Vera asked. "Why this one, who is so patently unremarkable?" "Interest," I replied. "She's been gently attempting to draw my attention for some time. In the last couple of days, I must have been telegraphing something because the majority of the feminine population of the center has been attempting to draw me with garish displays of flesh, but young Britney has maintained her dignity and not made a spectacle of herself while reiterating that she remains ... interested." Vera raised an eyebrow. "She's been stalking you?" I shook my head. "Nothing so gauche. Merely the occasional look or an opening left in conversation for something more flirtatious. I think part of it may be that she considered me a safe target upon which to practice her wiles. Some women do that, you know -- count coup on men they consider to be safe..." Vera gave me a look. "If that's all there is to it..." she disparaged. "No, there appears to be genuine interest -- although it isn't clear to me why," I insisted. "Perhaps I remind her of her father..." Vera snorted. "Have you approached her?" "This evening," I confirmed. "She was, indeed, interested." "How did you put it?" I smiled. "Rather abruptly. I told her that she should come to dinner and meet the wife, so I could see if you two were going to get on." "Omigawd!" Vera burst out laughing. "She was taken aback," I chuckled, "but then, I owed her for a few past conversational booby-traps. She's ... clear on what is being offered. What she doesn't know, of course, is that she's walking into a situation that is no longer fluid." "No, of course not." From that, I gathered that Vera had run up against the inhibitions and hypnotic blocks a time or two. "What is she expecting then?" "A 'family dinner that might morph into something else, ' is how I put it," I informed Vera. "I told her that she should plan to stay the weekend, and asked after long-term entanglements. Apparently, she has none." "So she expects to stay over," Vera mused. "She could be a dead thing in bed." "If she is, you win again, my Darling," I chuckled, squeezing her. "Maybe she likes women." "Oh!" Vera's eyes popped. "Ollie -- you WOULDN'T!" "Oh, I will -- never doubt it," I replied. "Think about it -- if she services you, it's likely to enforce her position, is it not?" "That's just ... nasty!" Vera shivered in anticipation. "Our sex life has certainly grown legs!" "Indeed it has," I agreed. "Indeed it has." We were like that, resting comfortably on the couch sipping wine, when Beth came home, bursting in ahead of Jack and Frieda. Vera had just enough warning to get up and head to the door when Beth burst through it wearing nothing but a pink choker or something. I thought Vera showed considerable restraint in limiting herself to asking Beth if they'd had dinner. Beth was clearly preoccupied and a bit brusque in her response -- Jack, coming through the door behind her called her on it. But Beth turned and wailed, "Jack -- Master -- PLEEEEZE!" and Jack allowed himself to be led off, leaving us with little Frieda -- who was fully dressed, but adorned with a spiked dog collar. Frankly, it took me a moment to notice; I was handling an embarrassing rush of arousal occasioned by the fact that Beth's thighs were shiny with her secretions! I was grateful for the distraction as I called myself to order; flashes of lust for one's own daughter are frowned upon, in the vast majority of cases. Vera really wasn't much better off -- my hand had wandered to her vulva over the preceding half-hour or so -- but it was a bit less visible, I think. "That's an interesting addition to your apparel," I noted, eyeing Frieda. "Like it?" Frieda preened. "We went shopping for a few things and I couldn't resist." "I see." I waved at the couple already disappearing upstairs. "What occasioned that?" "Some obedience training," Frieda replied nonchalantly. "Beth hadn't quite gotten it into her head that doing what Jack tells her is mandatory, not optional. She kept wasting her time trying to decide whether his instructions were reasonable or not." I noticed that she was eyeing Vera as she provided this amplification. "That doesn't matter, you know..." This was CLEARLY aimed at Vera. "I'm learning," Vera replied dryly. "Would you like a glass of wine, Frieda?" "Sure, that'd be nice," Frieda said amiably. "We're gonna be a bit. It turns out that being felt up in public makes Beth hot..." She eyed Vera sidelong. Vera turned a bit pink, but continued to prepare a wineglass, apparently unperturbed. "How is it that you retained your clothing?" I asked. Frieda shrugged. "I'm the teaching aide -- the model of the obedient slave girl. I offered to take my stuff off, but Jack felt that my being dressed produced a, um, greater impact." I nodded. "I see." Vera having delivered the wine, I patted my lap and Vera moved to reoccupy it. Deliberately resuming fondling Vera's breast, I asked, "Should we expect you all for dinner?" Frieda grinned and made a point of watching -- as I knew she would. "I don't know. I think we're going out..." About that time, some relatively unmistakable sounds drifted down the stairwell from Beth's bedroom and Frieda turned her grin in that direction. "Now is the wrong time to ask THEM!" "Indeed," I grunted. Frieda settled into a chair -- one with a clear view of what Vera and I were doing -- and we settled in to wait. I set about arousing Vera -- deliberately overriding any attempt at defense on her part -- taking advantage of the opportunity that Frieda offered, knowing she was doing it deliberately. By the time the sounds of Beth's orgasmic release floated down the stair, Vera was panting and dancing on my fingers, managing a small orgasm herself despite -- or maybe because of -- Frieda's deliberately intense regard. "Fun, huh?" Frieda asked, when Vera settled against me in the aftermath. Vera merely nodded and smiled, still embarrassed. Beth and Jack came downstairs a few minutes later; Jack was dressed, but Beth was limited to the choker and a washrag that she dabbed at her vulva with periodically, looking embarrassed -- but happy. I was beginning to get agitated, to tell the truth, having stimulated Vera and listened to Beth's sexual calisthenics with Jack. Jack looked at Frieda, who briefed him with, "I kept it bare bones, Master -- just told them we'd been shopping and that you'd put Beth through a little obedience training -- no details." She turned to eye me. "Mr. H. is doing pretty well at the obedience training thing, as far as I can see." Jack looked around pointedly and waved for Frieda to join the ranks of the nude. "Where are the bags?" "Right here, Master." Frieda tossed her blouse on the floor and picked up two plastic shopping bags that she'd placed on the floor by her chair, then resumed undressing. Jack approached us. "Today, at the school, I had it brought home to me again how difficult this all is without some kind of constant reminder for concubines to remember their status and duties in this environment. As a result, we went shopping for some training devices and visual reminders." He fished in the bag and came out with an assortment of what I clearly recognized as dog collars. Laying them out on the couch arm, he produced four different models -- a spiked item like Frieda's, a pink plastic one with jewels and a charm like the one Beth was wearing, a similar purple one, and a black collar with diamond-shaped studs. "These make a fine reminder, with or without clothing," he announced, especially when paired with one of these..." He produced a leash made of chromed steel chain. There was a soft gasp, but when I turned my attention to Vera she was clearly doing her very best to remain cool, calm and collected. "They're all very nice," I said calmly. "Does any one item appeal in particular?" I inquired of Vera. "Women being fashion conscious as they are, I took the liberty of purchasing one of each type for each of my girls and the same for Vera," Jack interjected. "Please accept them as a gift from me." "Thank you," I replied formally, fingering them. "Vera?" "The studded one, I think," Vera murmured in a somewhat choked voice. "The spikes look good on Frieda but I think they're a bit much for me." She managed a self-deprecating smile. "Pink and purple are going to require the right outfit; besides, I'm a big bitch, like a Rottweiler..." "Sensible..." Jack nodded, poker-faced. "You HAVE made ground..." He reached in the other bag. "There may still be some occasions where a quick correction is necessary." He surfaced a riding crop and a short braided whip. "Just the presence of these is instructive, without the necessity to use them -- isn't it, Beth?" "Oh, yes, Master!" Beth nearly disconnected her head from her neck, nodding. I was dubious. "I really..." But Vera took them from Jack's hands and handed them to me. "He's right, Master -- I'm slow. This will help." Jack eyed us both. "You HAVE made ground!" "Not without some mistakes," I replied. "I handled myself poorly, earlier." I was still embarrassed over having struck Vera -- and now I held various implements the sole purpose of which was to repeat the incident! "No, Master," Vera settled herself against me. "You did what was necessary. I needed the correction -- and I will again, despite good intentions. Jack is right; I'm sure you won't have to go nuts with that thing to get my attention." "A single flick is all it takes," Jack assured me, "and it replaces any amount of reasoned discussion in a flash." I nodded, pensive. "I can see that it might." I set the whips on the couch beside me. Changing the subject, I said, "So -- dinner? It's getting late..." ------- Chapter 17 Jack: Oliver eyed me and asked, "So -- dinner? It's getting late..." I glanced at my watch; it was after eight-thirty. "I was hoping to go out -- but I was ALSO hoping to hit another store, first. Frieda has nothing to wear. How fast can you ladies duplicate the things you bought yesterday in her size? Is there any chance we can get to the store in time?" Vera frowned. "We shopped at three different stores, and made purchases at two. We might convince the owners of one to stay open ... Which outfit were you thinking of, if you had to settle?" I thought about it. "The babydolls are nice, but what did you plan to wear with that translucent drape thing you stuck on Frieda?" Vera looked at me, her head cocked. "The chemise? Well, the babydoll, primarily, but we got a little black wisp of a thong and a naughty black push-up bra with open nipples, actually -- and a bustier..." I thought about it. "Bustier? How is that cut?" Vera eyed me. "Also for bedroom wear. Beth seems to think you like nipples." I nodded, shrugging. "Beth is correct. How much of this did you get at one place?" Vera shifted her glance to Beth. "Didn't we get the chemise and the bustier at the same place, Dear?" Beth frowned, thinking about it, then nodded. "Yes, Momma." I turned to Beth. "Go get into it. Hurry! I need to see it and there is no time!" "Yes, Jack!" Beth took off at a dead run. "Would you care to enlighten me?" Oliver asked. I shrugged. "By Saturday, we'll be somewhere that nudity in a concubine is accepted and virtually nothing is truly shocking behavior. I thought it might be nice if we had a little fun..." Oliver nodded. "Hmmm. Yes..." He looked up, "By the way, both of my other daughters and my pick for my second concubine will be at dinner here tomorrow night. The married one may appear with her husband." I nodded. "The plan being to keep them here overnight and bring them to the school with you on Saturday, I presume?" Oliver nodded. "One has sponsor-class scores, but the other is married and neither of them is sponsor-class. I'm hoping we can avoid dealing with the husband. Judith has hinted that the honeymoon is over between them." I nodded. "The worst case scenario would entail me incapacitating him. Or he can come with his wife on Saturday and fend for himself. Frankly, we'll probably be shipping everyone in sight and sorting them out in orbit. This is a bulk transport thing and we're not playing by the usual rules." Oliver nodded. "Whatever it takes, then. Frankly, I'm surprised you aren't emptying out the Foundation -- we're doing research on Sa'arm communication." The AI went into overdrive for a second, then came back with After a second pause, the AI continued, "Jack?" Oliver was eyeing me oddly. "Sorry," I replied. "You started something." "I did?" "The Brinkman Foundation will be extracted tomorrow evening," I told him, "Lock, stock, and barrel. Given that we already have plans, you'll join them in orbit. Welcome to the Navy, Doctor." the AI lit me up. "How long?" I frowned, but it was not yet nine ... Beth was dashing down the stairs in a lacy black getup under the transparent cover garment at a rate that would cause her to fall down them if she tripped. I took one look; yeah, perfect. "This works. You got this all one place?" "Everything but the thong." "Take it off," I directed. Beth didn't blink as she did it; she turned to her mother, "It was Salome's, Momma." Vera looked from Beth to me to Oliver. "I'll get on the phone." "Promise them a large sale," I told her, then turned to Beth. "Get your mother's copy -- she can put it on in the car. Doctor, my boss wants to meet you and pick your brain over the Brinkman Foundation pickup." "Very well." Oliver nodded and stood. This was going to screw up my evening, unless... "Doctor, do you like barbeque?" "Yes, I do, in fact." The AI was ahead of me. 'We can fix that, ' I thought back. 'Rendezvous will be at Ray's.' Vera looked up. "Jolene will wait for us." "Shall we, then?" I snagged the collars and other paraphernalia, shoving it back into the bag. "We'll take my car. Frieda, you can go naked, for now." Oliver didn't give me any trouble; he let me run things. Fortunately, the rental seated five comfortably. Beth rode up front with me, and Vera sat between Oliver and Frieda and navigated from the back seat. We were at Salome's with fifteen minutes to spare. Getting out was a different matter entirely. Jolene, the proprietress of Salome's, was tickled pink to see two women in her lingerie and a third totally nude except for a dog collar come walking through the door. I'd had my girls go with the studded collars to match Vera, which meant outfits had to be able to use them as an accessory -- which wasn't THAT big of a limitation. Frieda was quickly outfitted, but I'd promised a big sale and the women had been frugal the previous day. I pulled Beth and Frieda aside and said, "Remember Tara, the waitress? Think you can guess her size?" Beth nodded tentatively and Frieda carped, "Goin' black, Jack?" I nodded. "Yeah, if she's there, I think so. It'll give us an experienced set of hands with the kids." I turned to Beth, "You're still Mama -- I just want you to have backup." Beth nodded, head down, so I added, "Trust me, she'll defer to you." Frieda cackled. "Don't worry, Sweetie -- Tara LIKES it on the bottom!" "Go -- hurry!" I shooed them at the racks. "Twenty minutes, max!" They took every second of it. I had them pull kits for Dottie and Tina, too, by getting measurements from the AI and giving them to Jolene. Once that tactic suggested itself, we went back over items picked out for Tara and made a couple of adjustments. While the women were plying the racks, Jolene came over and asked, "What's going on? Is there a fetish event going on I don't know about?" "It's a party, I guess..." Making a split-second decision, I whipped out the hypnotizer, which I'd been carrying with me for emergencies. "Ever seen one of these?" I let the AI impart the usual injunctions, then followed up with, "If you go to the Seifort Academy Saturday morning after ten, you will be picked up. Clearly, you can't tell anyone, but anyone you drag in with you can go also." "Anyone?" "Anyone. However, if we find out that whoever you bring in is totally unsuitable for some reason, they likely won't survive the day. Criminals and such wouldn't be a good pool to pick from." Jolene winced. "Drug users?" "They'll get cured, all things being equal. But underlying emotional or psychological issues that might make them asocial could be a problem." the AI alerted me. Meanwhile, Jolene absorbed my comment. "Thank you. Take what you want." "Take the money," I advised her. "You might decide to stay." I smiled at Jolene. "Then again, you might not. Purely medical problems are resolvable, for instance." Jolene smiled back and then turned away at Vera's call. I asked the AI, 'Can't you just flush her?' 'So you have a prediction?' I glanced at my watch. "Ladies! NOW!" Five minutes later, the women were shoving bags in the trunk of the car and Jolene was locking up. My parting shot for Jolene was, "It's worth the trip." As we pulled away, Frieda navigating and all three concubines identically attired, Oliver commented, "That was fun..." Vera eyed him. "Did you see enough naked women? One of them is your daughter..." "I'm aware of that..." Oliver was embarrassed, but... "And he's male," I interjected. "I mentioned this before, but let me reiterate it. There is no incest taboo in the Confederacy. While the dangers of ongoing, multi-generational inbreeding are real, any livestock breeder will tell you that the first couple of times recessive genes are seldom an issue. In any case, Confederacy medical technology can detect and deal with any issue. There are sponsors out there having children with their daughters, their granddaughters, their mothers and their grandmothers, having made the commitment to do what was necessary to take their loved ones with them. Very seldom do such matings break up, because there is love there in the first place. And a sex act that does not result in pregnancy isn't likely to justify any excitement on those grounds anyway, is it?" "It isn't?" Vera frowned. "No. The scientific basis for the moral injunction not to have sex with a close relative is based upon the issue. If there is no issue, it's just sex," I insisted. "The moral imperative was put into place based upon observation before there was science -- and the idea was that it was a slippery slope down which one could easily slide when there was no birth control, so it was best not to go there. But now we HAVE birth control and genetic damage is no longer an issue. That's why I told you both this morning that Oliver had the option of taking his daughter -- Judith? -- as a concubine. Sure, by the old definition, it's incest -- but we have no laws prohibiting it and we have regular practitioners who face no stigma because of it and it is scientifically no longer an issue." I looked up in the mirror and met Vera's eyes, "So if Oliver really wants to have sex with Beth, I might decide to let him." There were at least two gasps -- one from Beth and one from Vera -- and maybe three, if Oliver contributed. It was Vera who said, "B--but..." She went no farther because I'd placed a riding crop along the console earlier and when she started to object, I picked it up and slapped Beth's seat with it, missing her but startling just about everyone in the vehicle. "New rules, remember?" I said brightly. Frieda took the opportunity to chide the others, "Girls, girls -- you're thinking again..." I looked up in the rearview. "One day, Frieda, I will catch you with YOUR panties in a twist..." "And when you do, Master, I'll gladly bend over and let you use that thing on me for being an idiot," Frieda replied, "but in the meantime..." She leaned up between the seats and teased Beth, "Come on, Sweetie, don't tell me you haven't thought about giving Daddy a little ride ... I sure would!" Beth said nothing, but the look on her face as she looked at me said, 'Are you serious? Or are you teasing?' "No, I'm not funning you," I told her. "Teenage boys spread their mothers at pickups all the time -- and they generally keep them. Fathers and daughters do it, too. And early on, shame tends to make the women more tractable than ex-wives..." I eyed Vera through the rearview, "but they get over it, by and large, when no one stigmatizes them over it. Incest happens a lot more often than anyone wants to admit, anyway -- it's just kept a secret. Just about every young boy fantasizes about climbing between his mother's legs -- it's sex with a loved one, someone very familiar. I'd be willing to bet that it occurs in young girls' masturbatory fantasies, too, for the same reason." Beth was blushing. "And when EVERYBODY thinks about it, you can be certain that SOME actually DO it..." "You mean Travis..." Vera croaked. "Undoubtedly," I replied blandly. I looked at Oliver in the rearview. "I bet she's wet." Oliver chuckled. "Ray's is on the left," Frieda announced. ------- None of the women said anything about getting leashed and heading for the bar entrance pantyless in lacy bustiers and transparent chemises -- probably because I was playing with the riding crop. We'd picked up heels in Salome's, too -- not 'fuck me' shoes, but regular black three-inch heels. None of them was walking well, but they did nice things for their legs. As we approached the door, I said, "Vera, the other girls know that racy stuff goes on here regularly, so there is no cause for undue excitement. We're going straight back to the back; Beth and Frieda know where." The bouncer was on; he took one look at the girls, a second at me, and waved us all in with an explosive grunt. "Troy and Tony?" I asked him. "Nah." We went straight back under Jock the bartender's watchful eye. We pushed all three of the tables together. I sat on the bench at the table on the left, and Oliver sat on the right with Beth between us and Vera in the chair at Oliver's right and Frieda in the chair on my left. Tara surfaced, recognized us, and asked, "Are you all gonna be regulars?" I smiled back and said, "I'm afraid not, Honey. This is likely to be our last visit." Tara looked us all over again. "Too bad..." "Come visit when you bring back the drink orders," I told her. "We're eating, too." I ordered a beer for myself and a different brand for the Major, who hadn't arrived quite yet. All three of our concubines ordered margaritas and Oliver ordered red wine. "This isn't so bad," Vera muttered, obviously plucking herself up. "As long as you don't have to go under the table," I murmured, grinning. Beth, sensing an opportunity, came to her mother's rescue. "That's not so bad, either, actually." "It's fun watching the guys at the bar drool, too," Frieda chimed in. Vera shook her head, but she was smiling. In a bit, Tara was back with the drink tray. "You're expecting someone else?" she asked as the extra beer surfaced. "At least one," I agreed. "I'll get the silverware and stuff." Tara swayed off. "She wants you, Master," Frieda muttered. "They don't shake it like that for nothing." "Well, she does or she doesn't," I replied. "I'm not dragging her out kicking and screaming." "You won't have to," Fried opined. "Just put her collar on the table." "That's an idea," I mused. Tossing Frieda the car keys, I said, "Go get it. Get her whole matching rig. Bring it back in a bag. Don't get lost now!" "If something happens to cause that, I'LL be kicking and screaming!" Frieda giggled, then swept out, deliberately wiggling her ass at the patrons at the bar. Tara came back and passed out menus and then started laying out paper placemats and silverware. "Where did she go?" "Frieda? Out to the car. She'll be right back. I hope there are still ribs back there -- I promised a guy some," I told her. "We got plenty," Tara assured me. "Thursdays are quieter than Fridays, but things start warming up. We keep a few racks for bar appetizers after the restaurant closes -- and it isn't closed quite yet." She finished up her current armload and headed off for a second. I started eyeballing the menu. Frieda came back a moment later and settled into her chair as Tara returned and resumed laying out silverware. "I've never been here," Oliver commented. "The girls used to come here and hang out regularly -- didn't you, girls?" I asked innocently. Frieda took the hit. "A couple of times a week," she admitted. Oliver looked around. "The place looks a little ... rough ... Weren't you worried that you wouldn't be safe?" At least a couple of the bar patrons were watching us avidly. Frieda didn't reply; she started adjusting her paper placemat, as if its alignment was critical to the meal. "Frieda..." I chided. Without looking up, Frieda murmured, "We didn't come here to be safe, Mr. H -- or, at least, I didn't. Not being safe was part of the draw, if you know what I mean." Oliver looked at Frieda and then at me. I said gently, "Male attention wasn't something either of them was getting, so they were taking a small boat out in deep water to try to find something that might bite. If it pulled them out of the boat, Frieda, at least, was willing to deal with the consequences." "I was, too," Beth admitted in a small voice. "I wasn't as brave as Frieda, maybe, but you don't say the stuff we said to some of the guys unless you're prepared to handle what might happen -- or think you are, at least..." I wasn't surprised; Vera wasn't, either, from the expression on her face. Apparently she more or less expected something similar -- maybe even remembered doing something like it herself. But Oliver looked surprised. "Why?" Beth waved her hands in frustration, "Look at me, Daddy! Lithten to me thpeak! Do I have to draw a map?" Oliver shrugged. "It appears to me that you've succeeded in collecting male attention without going that far, Dear." I grinned at Beth. "You're Daddy's Little Girl in any case. That makes two of us who accept you for what you are." "Troy and Tony would have had fun with you once, Honey," Tara interjected, "then they would have ignored you -- or worse. They aren't the relationship type. You'd have probably ended up fucking Jock and some of the regulars, too." "I knew that," Frieda muttered. "I guess I did, too. It ... didn't matter." Beth couldn't look at her father. "Sit, Tara," I invited. "Our other guest hasn't come in." I dug out the hypnotizer. "Ever seen one of these?" Frieda gave a snort, but that didn't keep Tara from examining the screen long enough to get sucked in. As Tara froze, absorbed, Frieda gave a gasp. "What's happening?" "It hypnotizes the subject," I explained, "and it implants some suggestions inhibiting them from discussing what they know about current activity." "You mean like us being concubines?" Frieda asked. "Or the school thing?" "Yes." "I'm talking about it..." "To us -- who all KNOW about it," I pointed out. "Did you try to mention it to anyone else?" "No." I just smiled. The Major arrived at that point; he discovered us pretty quickly upon entering the bar and came back to us with raised eyebrows. "Not exactly invisible, are you, Lieutenant?" "Sir, this is light entertainment for this place," I replied. "If it wasn't, we wouldn't be here." Major Howard grunted and turned to Oliver, sticking out his hand. "Doctor Hopkins? Earl Howard, Lieutenant Governor of Nuevo Angelino, and leader of this little expedition." Oliver stood to take his hand and he settled into the chair opposite Oliver after a glance at Tara and the hypnotizer. "When Lieutenant Harper reported that he'd discovered a link to the Brinkman Foundation it generated a minor flap that added to my responsibilities, but we're pleased with the results. I think you will be, too." "How so?" Oliver asked. "We plan to extract the Brinkman Foundation tomorrow afternoon -- unless you can think of a good reason why we should not?" Oliver nodded. "Jack said so, earlier. I'm sure a number of us will be extremely happy. I was somewhat saddened to think that I was abandoning them and only managing to take one other with me. Do you plan to warn them at all? The Foundation has a telephone tree -- a recall roster that will allow them to pull in families and pre-packs. It's text messaging, mostly, with voice backups." The Major rubbed his face. "Really?" He glanced at the beer in front of his seat... "It's yours, Sir. I ordered what the AI said you preferred," I told him. "Thanks." The Major tipped up the glass. After a long pull, he asked Oliver, "Have you ever exercised it?" Oliver nodded. "Three times. We got ninety-eight percent in something under an hour." "How long will it take to collect all pertinent records, if I have a squad of ten Marines available to shove the stuff through a transporter?" "We have numbers on that, too -- the Director is a thorough man," Oliver smiled. "If we just take the servers, ninety minutes." "They're crap compared to what you'll get on the far end," the Major pointed out. "But they're storage," Oliver argued. "If we shut them down and evacuate them, we can move them more quickly than any backup procedure we could put in place. We can extract the data to new machines on the far end." "Right." The Major nodded. "Heavy equipment?" Oliver shook his head. "Nothing I can think of. Will you be able to evacuate the support staff?" "Everyone," the Major agreed. "There are twenty-nine of you, correct?" "Yes." "Fine." The Major looked at me, then back at Oliver. "You were going in any case, correct? Did you have plans?" "As it happens, I was gathering my family tomorrow night..." "We can work around that. Excuse me for a moment." The Major sat apparently sipping his beer, but the look on his face (and my implant) told me he was busy. "How many dependents?" "Thirty one, including pre-packs," Oliver replied. There was another momentary delay. "I'll go in at three-thirty. If they make it by five, we'll take them -- as many as forty-five," the Major announced. "That way, if some opportunity to collect a loved one occurs, it can be dealt with. We're not doing things the usual way; I'm sure Lieutenant Harper has explained that to you. We'll be sorting things out in orbit, and the usual limitations don't apply because we have a huge vessel at our disposal and the colony is already up and running and prepared for a growth spurt. We'll sort everyone out in orbit." He eyed Oliver, "I hope that the need for secrecy has been impressed upon everyone; Saturday's operation could become a bloodbath if Earth First gets wind of it." "This has all been gone over several times with the adults, and we did what we could for the children, but the assumption was that they would get no opportunity to leak much should an actual pickup occur," Oliver replied. The Major nodded. "We'll just go with what we have. I'm assuming that at least you don't have any declared Earth First sympathizers?" "That's correct," Oliver agreed. "They'd have never been hired..." Tara picked that moment to come back from hypnosis. "What does it do?" she asked. Frieda and Beth both snorted. "It's already done everything it's going to," I chuckled. Meanwhile Tara eyed the man who had appeared out of thin air on her left suspiciously. "Could I get another beer?" the Major asked. "Sure..." Tara stood, bemused. "Anyone else?" We all placed orders. "I'll be back to get food orders..." She wandered off. The Major turned back to Oliver and resumed the conversation, "Good. One less problem. Who would notice if you locked your doors on a Friday afternoon? Before Monday, I mean?" Oliver shook his head. "Should be no one, if the staff is all in." "There will still probably be a leak of some type among the dependents -- but if they're gone..." the Major mused. "Yes..." Things were quiet until Tara came back with her drink tray and pad. I again invited her to return once the food orders were in. "There isn't anyone else in the bar that Jock isn't able to service," I noted. Tara snorted. "Well, I'm not tellin' him like that!" she cackled, swaying off. The Major raised an eyebrow. "Another acquisition?" I shrugged. "Experience. Three children. And a certain mental bent..." The Major grunted. "Decurion Tillotson and I haven't collected ANYONE ... Not even a bit of service..." "Well..." I muttered in reply. It wasn't MY fault that they weren't bothering to take care of themselves. Frieda glanced up. "I'll do ya -- if Master doesn't mind." "We can discuss it after dinner," I waved it off. Tara came back and, after eyeing the Major for a moment (he can be somewhat forbidding and his bearing screams his military heritage), settled into the chair she'd occupied before across the table from me. "So, what's up?" "We're discussing a couple of pickups," I replied evenly. "Them?" Tara waved a finger at Frieda and Beth. "No," I amplified, "Confederacy pickups." "Did one happen? Damn, I missed it! Was it on TV?" "No, they haven't happened yet," I replied. Tara cocked her head. "How would you know anything about one that hasn't happened yet?" "We're planning them." "Hah!" Tara slapped the table. "THAT's a good one! The only Confederacy pickup you're likely to have anything to do with would be an F-150 with Georgia plates..." She burbled to a stop while her eyes swept over my ID. Then her eyes got big. In a hushed voice, she gasped, Oh ... My ... God..." She raised her eyes to mine. "You're... ?" "Yes." Tara turned to her left and met the Major's nod. I answered her next question before it was asked by the simple expedient of drawing her collar out of the bag and placing it before her. "All you have to do is put it on." Tara fingered the collar. "My kids..." "They're going. We'll pick them up when we leave here. Where are they?" "At home," Tara said tonelessly. "Keisha watches them on nights I work." "Who is Keisha?" "Neighbor girl." "How old is she?" "Fifteen? Over the limit..." "You want her?" "Huh?" "Do you want us to take her out?" I amplified. "Would she be of any value with the children? Or is she just there?" "No, she's good with kids. My Abe..." She stopped and looked up at me. "She's kinda hefty, Mister -- and not real pretty. Kind of, well, the Aunt Jemima type, although she isn't tall. Kinda ... round, if you know what I mean. Real good with the kids, though." "I go by personality," I replied. The Major rolled his eyes and shook his head. Tara went back to fingering the collar. "What do I do after I put it on?" "Whatever I tell you to do," I replied. "ANYTHING I tell you to. For starters, AFTER you deliver dinner, you can entertain us by doing a nice slow striptease, after which you can put on the outfit in this bag." I held it out to her. Tara took the bag and put it on her lap, then opened it and peered inside. "It matches?" "Yes." "Then what?" "I'll probably want to determine if you give a lousy blowjob or Jock is just prejudiced." "Hell, I know the answer to that!" Tara chuckled, then turned to the Major, holding out the collar. "Would you help me with this, please?" ------- Chapter 18 Tara: While the gruff older guy on my left buckled the collar around my neck, he asked the guy I only knew as 'Jack, ' "How many women do you think you can handle, Lieutenant?" Jack looked sheepish and replied, "I plan to stop interviewing now, Sir." "It sounds to me like you still have a babysitter to exploit." "That's collateral damage," Jack replied. I rotated the collar a bit and asked, "Is it straight?" The little chick, Frieda, grinned. Well, she had my number... Nobody else did -- except MAYBE Jack. You see, being picked up was a dream come true -- and if they weren't bullshitting me, it was more than I'd ever expected -- but the collar was enough... Yeah, just the collar. I know, being a black woman, 'slave' ought to be a dirty word -- but to me, it wasn't. To me, the whole idea of being a slave brought excitement! I was soaking my panties, sitting there in that chair thinking about what Jack had ALREADY ordered me to do! I was pretty sure little Frieda had my number -- and that made her the first. Boyfriends had worked around it, but they hadn't gotten it; even Nate, my missing husband, just thought it was dumb luck that I didn't bitch when he fucked around on me or he wanted something kinky; even then, the stupid bastard hadn't cared enough to hang around ... You don't meet people who understand on the street -- and if you do, they're likely to just take advantage of you. Nobody expects you to want to be owned, to have a fire in your belly that can only be quenched by being forced to give it all by someone who will take and take and demand more -- and treat you like furniture in the process -- ESPECIALLY if you're a black woman! People just don't get it... Jack -- well, the first thing Jack did the other night was rub my nose in the fact that I'd watched other women get used and abused and done nothing about it. Then Frieda had come along and stunned me again and again, apparently seeing right through me! "So how often do you have to fuck the bartender?" she asked, right out of the blue after discussing my husband and kids! I didn't even deny it -- in fact, I went in to full confession mode and was brutally honest about it -- even the fact that I was gonna want Jock to stick his nasty little dick in me after watching Jack and his girls... Frieda asked Jack if he was interested in me -- and it was a blow to me that he wasn't, but it wasn't a surprise. Still, I didn't expect him to ask after my schedule, and that brought SOME hope... Tonight, with another woman and another -- well, two more -- men, Jack came wandering back in and was all friendly -- and the women were dressed for the bedroom, rather than a bar or a restaurant, so there was just NO WAY I could stay away -- it was too exciting! There was too much of a draw; Jack was the kind of guy who could make women get naked and suck and fuck in public -- didn't that make him MY kind of guy? He was for DAMNED sure the closest I'd ever come... 'Put on the dog collar and you're my slave... ' That's what he'd said, in so many words. It's embarrassing to admit it, but Keisha and the kids were side issues; I sat there, fingering that collar, realizing that I was about to be freed! I know -- you're sitting there going 'Huh?' -- but I WAS being freed -- freed to do what I always wanted to do, freed to be what I'd always wanted to be! I settled that collar around my neck and glanced around, triumphant -- and at least two sets of eyes looked back with understanding in them... Looking carefully down at the table top, I said, "If you don't mind, I'd like to go check on your dinner now ... Master." "Good idea," Jack nodded and waved me away and I got up to run my first errand for the man I HOPED would control me for the rest of my life... ------- Jack: Tara had no problem at all putting on that dog collar -- anybody could see THAT! I was more involved with dealing with the Major's comments as he buckled it on. Then she asked permission to go off and check on the food, and I let her go without even thinking about it. Frieda sat there, shaking her head. "What?" I asked. "You know, even if you WEREN'T going to take her, she'd have put that collar on," Frieda announced. "Yeah, right," I replied. But Frieda held my eyes. "I'm serious, Master. You KNOW she likes to watch; why do you think that is? It's because she wants it to be HER! You don't think she couldn't tell Jock to piss off? She WANTS him to dick her -- and she WANTS him to treat her like shit while he does it! She gets off on it!" She turned to Beth, "Am I right?" Beth nodded, her eyes hooded. "We've both got it, too, in varying degrees. I'm happy to do anything you ask because you're the best thing that ever happened to me and I don't have much in the way of limitations. Beth is happy because she wants to be your brood mare and she's totally in love with you -- but Tara will let you use her for a doormat because she LIKES being on the bottom of the totem pole!" I frowned. "I never intended that." Frieda leaned forward and said, "Well, get used to it. She's happy, because you are the closest thing to her ideal man she's ever run across. You're perfectly comfortable bossing women around -- out of habit, because that's how it is where you live. But she's used to the good ol' U. S. of A. where every woman is liberated and 'slave' is a dirty word and being a slave owner is up there with mass murder and pedophilia!" Perplexed, I asked, "Are you sure?" Frieda started poking the tabled top. "Master, when the time comes, she's not gonna just shuck out of her clothes, embarrassed -- she's gonna give you the best striptease she is capable of, with a big grin on her face. Oh, she'll BE embarrassed -- but she'll ALSO be hot enough to fuck the whole bar! Wanna bet on it?" I frowned. "So..." "So I might slip up at some point, and Beth still has a ways to go with being embarrassed or asked to do crazy shit -- but Tara will spread herself on top of the pool table and hang her head over the edge and take on all comers if you tell her to BECAUSE IT'S WHERE SHE WANTS TO BE!" "That's a little extreme," I opined. Frieda shook her head. "I bet NOTHING is too extreme. You got a slave there, Master -- the real thing. You need to, like, get it through YOUR head this time, because it's gonna make a difference." I eyed her. Frieda seemed to have radar where the dark side was concerned; she could be right. What did that mean, exactly? At a guess, I needed to limit myself; stuff I might wave in front of Beth to embarrass her, Tara wouldn't even think about, if Frieda was correct. Well, I'd bought it; if it was more than I bargained for, then I would just have to deal with it... Tara came back, wormed her way between Frieda's chair and the bench on my left and knelt. "Ten minutes, Master." I nodded. "Very good. Go back to the chair -- we don't want Jock to get excited any earlier than we have to." "Yes, Master." Tara got up and settled into the chair. Frieda sat there, grinning at me. Well, we had ten minutes... Tara: When my new master released me, I went straight to the kitchen and told Pedro to make DAMNED sure he gave this order all prime cuts! Those dickheads at the bar could eat the stringy stuff; my Master deserved the best! "Yah, fine," Pedro waved me off, then peered at my neck. "Whazzat? You go Goth?" "It's a slave collar," I replied, fingering it. "Like it?" Pedro eyed me as if I'd grown a second head. "You're a weird bitch, Tara." "Yeah, maybe." I waved and headed back out. Seeing an opportunity, I worked my way between Frieda's chair and the bench on my new master's left and knelt to deliver my report. Oddly, no one seemed surprised; I expected a gasp or two, but got nothing -- and didn't know whether to be disappointed or elated. My Master had me sit in the chair again -- not because he was embarrassed, but because he was delaying a possible scene with Jock. I liked that; he had a reason -- he wasn't just embarrassed ... I sat and fixed my eyes on the table top. "So, are you happy with this turn of events?" Master asked. "Oh, yes, Master! Very happy!" I was ecstatic! "Why, exactly? Because you're being extracted? Because your children are being taken care of? Look at me..." My heart thudded in my chest. Had I done something wrong? "Those are important, but..." I steeled myself and made the plunge, "More important, I have a Master." Master flicked a glance at Frieda. "What did you major in at college? Psychology?" Frieda grinned and opened her mouth, but Master was looking at me again. "What do you want from me?" I was confused. "Why, nothing, Master. It all goes the other way! I want to give..." I ran out of words -- was there a better word than 'everything?' Master eyed me, musing. "So it's my job to take..." I blinked. "Um, yes Master." It hadn't occurred to me that taking could be a job... Master Jack grinned crookedly. "Even I may not be as good at that as you've hoped, but we'll give it a shot. At the very least, if I can't fill the bill, you're a LOT more likely to find what you're looking for with us." "What are your plans for me, Master?" I asked. Master Jack shrugged. "Simple stuff. Keep you barefoot and pregnant -- raising kids. You'll answer to Beth, who answers to..." He flicked a glance at Frieda, "I haven't figured that out yet. There are two others ... and Keisha, I guess. Any of you who are underemployed we'll find fun stuff for." I flicked a glance at McGruff on my left, "That's a lot of slaves." Master Jack didn't turn a hair. "I'm mildly augmented." Well, you heard tales ... Confederacy Marines were supposed to be these never ending studs with cocks ten inches long and as big around as a Coke can -- which sounded like bullshit, but I remembered Master Jack dealing with Troy and Tony... "He makes two look easy," Frieda related, turning to Beth, "Doesn't he, Sweetie?" Beth nodded. Master Jack moved on, "With your kids, there will be four on the ground and another added in three months. After that, well, I don't expect Beth to wait long. Confederacy medicine takes some of the wear and tear out of pregnancy, so we could end up with a small herd. I want your experience backstopping Beth's natural affinity -- she's the Earth Mother type -- and we'll bring Keisha on line as things grow, if it all looks good. Right now, I have one concubine with management skills but not a lot of motherhood in her and one ditz that needs watching to keep her from fucking up; I'm hoping the second wave is an improvement." He was SO matter-of-fact about handling a whole herd of women! Things were going to be just fine... "I can't wait," I croaked. McGruff rumbled, "You can't dock her for enthusiasm." He tilted up his beer, draining it. "I needed that." Master gave me a look -- which was all I needed. "Anyone else?" I asked, rising. "I'll have another glass of wine," the third guy at the table said. Frieda called him 'Mr. H', I think. I had no more idea why he was there than I had about McGruff -- but I knew that McGruff was Master Jack's boss. Well, it would all settle out. I headed for the bar. "What's with the collar?" Jock asked as I delivered the order. "Something different," I told him, remembering Master Jack's injunction not to get Jock excited before I had to. "Joining the club?" Jock asked, gesturing in the direction of the tables. "Maybe." "Don't let it interfere with watering the customers." "We're soaking them for booze regularly -- and a meal, Jock -- don't worry, the house is getting its cut," I assured him. "The more I'm around, the more they order." "Yeah, whatever." The beer and the wine set up, Jock waved me off. I went back and delivered the drinks; Master Jack waved me into the seat again. I glanced around. "Can I ask?" "Who's who?" Master Jack replied. "Except for the Major, who is a bigwig at the colony you're going to, we're all family, after a fashion. Beth and Frieda you know, at least peripherally. They aren't related, but they're sisters under the skin. Beth was the initial draw, but Frieda has proven valuable for what she has between her ears." That surprised me; Beth was, well, plain, and a little porky -- and she had that lisp, too. Frieda was petite and had a certain Lolita look to her, even though she had some baby fat. "Oliver," Master Jack waved at the other guy, "is Beth's daddy, and Vera, there, is Beth's momma. Oliver owns her, now, although they used to be married. We're kind of breaking everyone in, since we haven't left yet as would happen during a normal pickup. Oliver and I are getting a little entertainment and the girls are getting a chance to get used to being naked and following instructions -- no matter how embarrassing they are -- which will be valuable to them in their new positions." "So it really IS slavery..." I mused. "Well, if you look at it from a purely legal and cultural perspective, the answer has to be yes," Master Jack replied. "You don't have any rights that I don't grant you -- and as far as other people are concerned, that's effectively zero. I answer for your fuck-ups -- and I punish you as I see fit, within some effective limits put in place by the colony government. Make no mistake -- if the fuck-up is bad enough, you could end up dead, and my only punishment would be the loss of your service -- but that's a pretty serious fuck-up. From a purely functional viewpoint, however, you're the mothers of my children, and while that doesn't grant you any rights or privileges, I DO tend to get fond of women who populate my bed and give me kids. Besides, I like having harmony in my pod, and you don't get that sleeping with one eye open because you're wondering when one of your women will crack under the strain and go looking for a way to end it all for both of you." Master Jack eyed me, "Life might therefore be a little easier than you were hoping for." I smiled crookedly. "I'll try to bear up, Master." 'So he DOES have some idea... ' went through my head. "Time to check on things, I think, Master." "Good! I'm hungry." I took this as the dismissal it was, got up, and headed off -- but I heard Major McGruff muse, "You know, I have a tough time dealing with my women -- they all seem to want things I have no time for. Maybe I need one of those..." The food was up; I collected the first armload and delivered it to Master Jack, Oliver, and Major McGruff, on the theory that they were men and therefore more important. Vera looked a little pissy, but the girls didn't turn a hair. I gave Vera her plate first on the second pass -- but she needed to realize that she was a second-class citizen where she was going. I remembered Master Jack's comment that this was kind of a training thing -- and I hoped Vera was learning. When I was done, I stood there, expectant, but Master Jack looked up and said, "Let me get a bite in first. I don't want to be distracted." That was fine; as before, I had this momentary flash of disappointment when I thought he was going to back off, followed by the realization that he was treating the whole thing matter-of-factly and still intended for me to strip -- just on his terms. "Drinks, anyone?" I asked. Frieda and Beth switched to Coke and Vera decided she wanted tea; Master Jack, who had sat out of the last round or two, ordered another beer. Jock was more than pleased. "Well, it's quiet and they're spending money on drinks, at least. Think they're gonna start fucking those bitches?" "I hope so!" I exclaimed. Jock loved this. "You're a twisted cunt," Tara," he chuckled, "but then, if you weren't, you wouldn't have a job..." He was right, for what it was worth. If I wasn't into watching the boys subdue other women -- and if I wasn't prone to being easily subdued myself -- Jock wouldn't have kept me around. Oh, I could have worked elsewhere -- but let's face it, watching Troy and Tony run off guys and then roll over their women got me off as much as it did the guys, and where ELSE was I gonna see that kind of thing? On the other hand, it was all gonna be over real soon ... I collected the drinks and headed on back. Master Jack took his beer and the girls took their Cokes and I put my tray down and braced myself with one knee in the chair I'd been sitting in and waited expectantly. Master Jack took a hit from his beer and sat back. "Take it over closer to Frieda so the Major and Oliver have a good view," he directed. Did you ever want to do something real bad and just not have the guts? I'd always wanted to try my hand at peeling for guys for money, but couldn't bring myself to go walking in on Amateur Night at a strip bar. Now, though, the opportunity had come to me... "Master, can I have music?" "Certainly, Hon." Master Jack reached in his pocket and pulled out a couple of bucks. "This enough?" "Yes..." I took it, smiling, and headed for the juke box. There were a couple of good tunes for stripping on it; Troy and Tony sometimes used the music to humiliate their girls. I punched up, 'You Can Leave Your Hat On' -- not the newer version but the old Three Dog Night cut -- and hurried back to the table to be there before the intro finished. I planted both feet, grinned from ear to ear and started swaying and mauling my jugs. I was barely out of my blouse when the lyrics came to the part where the guy wants his woman to stand on the chair, but I went ahead and pulled the chair away from the table and stood on it. While it limited my motion some, I stayed on it, swaying, while I peeled my bra away, then sat to get out of my pantyhose, wishing I'd worn nylons and a garter belt. Master Jack was smiling, though, and that was all I needed to keep me moving and trying to look sexy! I'd never done this, so I probably made a lot of mistakes, but some things were obvious, like turning my back to Master Jack while dropping my panties so he could see my ass and my twat, and spreading my legs and peeking at him between them when they hit my ankles and I could step out of them. My juice ran down my thighs, making them shiny. I hoped to God Master Jack wanted to fuck, because I was burning up! I used the chair as a prop, straddling it and resting my jugs on the back while I played with my nipples and rubbed my gooey crotch and then turned it around and knelt on it with one leg while I showed off my ass and my wet twat. I had a ball! I got applause, too! Master Jack grinned and clapped, and Major McGruff actually whistled! Oliver sat there smiling; I got the impression that he would have liked to go further, but something -- or somebody -- was inhibiting him. Some of the guys at the bar clapped and whistled, too -- and Jock kind of stood there, dazed ... Somebody from the bar yelled, "Do you take tips, Honey?" Master Jack smiled and said, "It's worthless where you're going, but it's a compliment. Go get it if you want -- let 'em tell you how hot you are. You earned it." I smiled and swayed over to the bar and let a couple of the boys maul my jugs and my ass and push a few bucks into my hand. Jock was smoking! "This ain't a strip bar! Customers farting around is one thing, but you're on the payroll, and somebody could get stupid!" Now, I'd blown him behind the bar a couple of dozen times, and I hadn't been invisible, you know? But I knew the answer... "I quit, Jock," I told him. "I got a better offer. That makes me a customer, and you're off the hook -- how's that?" I turned away and headed back to the table, ignoring his, "Hey, you can't..." while I waved my ass at him. Master Jack cocked his head when I got back to the table. "What's up?" "I had to quit, Master -- Jock said he couldn't carry strippers on the payroll." "His loss..." Master Jack grinned and shrugged. "Come around here and let me feel the merchandise." I crawled onto his lap like a little girl -- and I'm not one -- and he grinned and got my jugs greasy, then licked them off, periodically shifting his attention to Beth or Frieda for a quick smooch to let them know they hadn't moved down the totem pole. At one point, he asked, "Do you do girls?" "I can." I never had, but I didn't see why I should let that stop me. Guys had sucked my twat before and if they could do it, I could do it. "Get used to the idea," Master Jack said, and for the next ten minutes, I lay with my head in Beth's lap and my hands under her translucent chemise, playing with her jugs. Mine are firmer, but hers were soft, which made them kind of interesting. Beth got a little hot, but Vera kept making snorts and other noises -- and any time she did, Beth would stop and get a grip. It kinda pissed me off, because Beth was stroking my face and playing with my hair and sharing my left jug with Master Jack -- and I think it kinda pissed him off, too... When everyone had finished getting their fingers gooey, Master Jack sat back and stuck his fingers in my mouth, one by one, to clean off, then turned to Oliver and said, "Vera's still being a wet blanket, Oliver. She's too busy giving the other girls crap over what she thinks is proper behavior. Any ideas?" Oliver looked down at me and I could see in his face that the girls hadn't been the only ones Vera had been inhibiting. "I'm open to suggestions," he said, poker-faced. Master Jack eyed Vera and said, "The Major is looking for a little relief; Frieda volunteered, but she would, anyway -- and it wouldn't mean anything to her one way or the other. I could do Vera, but I'll be around regularly, anyway, since we're family. I'm thinking that having her do the Major might loosen her up." Now, Oliver -- he went totally poker-faced -- but you could read it anyway; Vera was in for it! "That's an interesting idea..." he muttered. "Frieda..." Master Jack had her lean over and whispered in her ear for a second, after which she grabbed the car keys and took off for the door at a dead run. Then he turned to Oliver. "We can handle some other issues while we're at it. I need to test Tara's fellatio, but you really shouldn't do without, so why don't you get something from Beth?" Beth's eyes popped and Vera started sputtering; Master Jack turned to Oliver and said, "May I?" Oliver nodded -- and I nearly got dumped to the floor while Jack leaned across Beth and slapped the living shit out of Vera! Vera gave out a gasp and sat there for a second, then said, "Ollie! He HIT me!" Oliver looked upset, but what he said was, "I really should have done that, huh?" Master Jack nodded solemnly. "Is it too late?" "Maybe for that," Master Jack opined, "but you owe her a follow-up for embarrassing you and exceeding her position. Hang on a sec." I wasn't in a perfect position to see things, so I kind of leaned up and Master Jack let me sit up beside him. Frieda came pelting back into the bar, barefoot -- I noticed her high heels were on the floor under the table -- carrying a whip! "This okay, Master?" she puffed. "It was the easiest one to get at." Master Jack took it from her and offered it to Oliver. "I can have her go in the trunk..." Oliver pursed his lips. "No, that one is fine..." He took it from Master Jack and turned to Vera, "Bend over the chair." Vera went white! "Ollie, I..." "You've made mistakes -- several mistakes," Oliver said, really coldly. "You need to refer to me as Master until you are better behaved. Now BEND OVER THE CHAIR!" Vera got the hint -- and then she got ten good stripes across the butt! Shit, I loved it, okay? She bawled like she was ten, but it probably wasn't THAT bad ... Then Oliver told her, "Crawl over there and give the Major anything he wants," -- after which he amended it with, "except anal, okay? I haven't had that yet," directed at the Major. The Major just nodded, grabbed a handful of Vera's hair and said, "Open my pants -- let's see what ELSE that mouth of yours can do besides get you in trouble." Master Jack turned to Beth, "Beth?" Beth proved that she wasn't as stupid as her mother; she said, "Yes, Master," then turned to Oliver and said carefully, "What would you like, Daddy?" Oliver looked like he wanted to backtrack -- but he knew better. "What your mother is doing, for now." The Major deliberately got up and took the chair that Vera had been sitting in and pushed it back, then dropped his pants and settled into it and dragged Vera in where everyone in the bar could watch her suck his cock. "Push the table back so she has room," the Major recommended to Oliver, who shrugged and had Beth push the table back. I pushed OUR table back -- Frieda got out of the way -- and got down in front of the bench to get a look at Master Jack's cock. While I was digging in his pants and working him free -- he was hard already -- Master Jack told Beth, "Get up on your hands and knees on the bench. Oliver, do you need to keep an eye on Vera?" Oliver, who had gone on over to the dark side, it looked like, grunted, "I can turn my head..." He had Beth by her ponytail, but she wasn't fighting; she was holding her daddy's cock straight up so she could get her lips around it! I turned back to what I was doing -- and there was plenty there to keep me occupied, too! Fuck Jock! Master Jack had two and a half inches on him if he had a millimeter! It was cut, too -- no scummy foreskin covering everything tasty! This just got better and better and better... I sucked that thing like there was nothing more important in the world than getting white master cum out of it -- and there wasn't! The only thing I could see was his belly fur when I looked straight ahead and his eyes when I looked up -- and if I looked offside a bit, I could see him pumping two fingers in and out of Beth's twat, which was probably the source of the noises she was making. I didn't SEE Jock -- but I heard him... "Hey, y'all need to lighten up..." Jock's voice said from behind me. "Give it up, Jock," Master Jack chided him. "You know and I know we aren't hurting business and this isn't the first little party you've had back here. What's the problem? Tara? Sorry about that ... Oh! Let me guess -- you're not getting any, right? Frieda?" "I'm on it, Master!" Frieda chirped -- and Jock shut up, except for the occasional mumble about how good she was doing. I tuned him out. ------- Chapter 19 Tara: I tuned EVERYTHING out until Master Jack grabbed my head and held me there while his cock shot down my throat! The fact that he held me there like that was as good as actually getting the stuff, I think -- it was ownership, you know? 'Fuck you, Bitch, just take the shit!' -- except he didn't even bother to say it, he just held my head down. No pussyfooting around, no "You don't mind if I cum in your mouth, do you?" No handling my head gingerly, either; he wasn't rough, but I wasn't going anywhere. His whole attitude said, 'I know how to use a woman' -- and if you wanted to be used -- and I do! -- it was, well, perfect... Master Jack let me up and I settled beside him to cuddle. He was still pumping fingers in and out of Beth and working her clit with his thumb -- and her thighs were shaking and jumping and her ass was rolling and she was puffing and blowing and panting through her nose -- but her lips were vacuuming her daddy's dick to beat the band and he was all red in the face... The Major, on the other hand, wasn't faring as well. "You don't do this much, do you?" he asked Vera, pulling her face off his cock. She was a mess, what with tears and snot and runny makeup... "I'm sorry!" I think she was, too; it sounded sincere. Master Jack opened his mouth, and I figured either me or Frieda -- who was standing nearby calmly licking Jock's spooge off her fingers -- would get the call -- but Oliver turned his head to look at them and said, "Fuck her. THAT works." Vera turned and gaped at him, betrayal written all over her face, but he wasn't looking back. I don't think Oliver says 'fuck' -- everyone seemed surprised -- but he was obviously just getting ready to unload in Beth's mouth and I don't think he gave a shit about anything else, if you know what I mean! In fact, he lit off a few seconds later and his eyes rolled up in his head and white goo poured out around Beth's lips even though she was swallowing like mad! I think the whole 'sex with the daughter' thing really fired him up... In any case, the Major got up out of the chair and draped Vera over it where she had a front row seat to her old man blowing his nut in his daughter's mouth -- and slid his cock home in her. And Vera? Well, ol' Vera FINALLY started to get with the program and show the rest of us she knew how to fuck! Major McGruff had some major meat and Vera took notice and started backing onto it and whining and grunting and generally providing some entertainment! Beth flopped over on her side on the bench when her daddy let go of her, moaning, "Omigod, omigod..." and panting; I knew that she had to have gotten a couple of good cums from Master Jack's fingers. Oliver braced himself bolt-upright and watched the Major put the meat to his old lady -- and he made sure she knew it, too, by rubbing her cheek and pulling her face up where she could see him. "Do a good job," he told her. "I'm watching." He picked up the whip, which had hit the floor at some point. "See this?" That did it; something snapped in Vera -- I saw it in her eyes. If the Major thought he was getting a ride before, he got a surprise, because she went nuts on his ass about then! She started backing into his cock like she was trying to get the rest of him into her twat, too! He grabbed her shoulders to keep her from hopping off by accident and all you could hear was them smacking together and her moaning and groaning! Master Jack went digging in the mess on the floor and came up with something that looked like brass knuckles with a trigger and a little spike sticking out and I turned around and picked up a couple of guys wandering over from the bar. "Hey, uhh..." one of them muttered furtively. Master Jack eyed them and they stopped, and stood there, looking sheepish. About then, though, Vera locked up and her thighs started jumping in a way I'd seen REAL recently in Beth -- and her head came up and she let out this howl ... The Major went, "UUUUHHH!!!" -- and it didn't take a genius to figure out that he was unloading in Vera's twat. He pinned her ass to him for a few seconds and then backed off and bent over to get a grip on his pants and haul them back into place -- all done; slam, bam, 'Thank you, Ma'am!' Vera, on the other hand, was still all glassy-eyed. She'd been pushed over the top, and now, well... "Master, she isn't done," I ventured. "What?" Master Jack eyed me. "She isn't done," I insisted. "You've got her over the hump to where you want her, but she needs to get the full treatment, or she won't understand why. She's still all fired up." I swung my attention to Frieda, "Frieda..." "She's right," Frieda agreed. "She's there -- now she needs to see the payoff. Later, she'll need to be cuddled and told that she's a good girl and her sins are forgiven -- but right now, she needs to be sinning. She needs to dig that hole so she can see light from the bottom." Master Jack blinked. "Amazingly, I think I get that. Oliver?" "Um..." Oliver assessed himself. "I don't think I'm..." "It shouldn't be you, anyway," Frieda pointed out. "Oh." He looked at the pair of volunteers. "Diseases?" "There's literally nothing we can't fix in orbit," Master Jack assured him. "Okay." Oliver pursed his lips, nodded, and waved at them. "Don't break it. No anal." "Right." The pair moved forward. "Vera." "Um?" Vera was trying to fist herself, I think. She looked up at Oliver. "Practice your oral, Dear. And kneel up for the nice man," Oliver directed. "Hmmm?" Vera looked behind her. "Oh, good." She wasn't really home, but she knew what she wanted; it took the guys about ten seconds to plug into both open holes. Vera rocked back and forth between them, moving from cock to cock. Beth let out a whimper and Oliver pulled her onto his lap for a cuddle. "It's all right Dear -- we're just handling your mother's inhibitions." He swung his gaze to us, "Right?" "Right," Frieda nodded. "After this, she won't be able to live in denial. She'll have done it and enjoyed it and any feelings of superiority she would have had over some other poor slut will be bled out of her." Major McGruff added, "After you've had a little modification, you'll be able to handle anything she can put out -- and she'll BE putting out on a regular basis, now that the barriers are down. You'll also be less inclined to allow her to put the brakes on you." Oliver nodded, watching the pair working over his old lady. "Amazingly, that begins to make sense." "She won't be in any position to give you and Beth any grief over what you did, either," Master Jack pointed out. "Just don't fuck her up when she comes crawling to you for forgiveness," Frieda insisted. "She's going to need to be cuddled, but don't let her off the hook for anything, and don't make any comparisons with what you did that might give her a leg up." Oliver nodded. Master Jack swatted me on the ass. "Take your outfit into the Ladies Room and get dressed," he said, adding after eyeing me a bit, "Slut." Okay, I'm weird; I smiled. And I KEPT smiling all the way to the Ladies Room with my little bag in my hands. Beth: I sat on Daddy's lap and hugged myself to him and watched Momma having sex with two total strangers -- and the only thought that really penetrated was, 'Well, he warned us... ' I'd sucked my own father! Given him a blowjob! Swallowed his seed! After what they did to Momma for being balky, I didn't really have a lot of choice, but the shock was still with me -- and the guilt. I'd enjoyed it! Oh, sure, Jack had magic hands and I'd gotten an orgasm from that, but I wasn't kidding myself; the whole forbidden nature of the act had made sucking Daddy's penis so exciting that I was beside myself WITHOUT Jack! Even better was the way Daddy didn't really fight it; generally, he hung back and controlled himself and worried about what other people -- mostly Momma -- would think, but he was ready for me when I sucked him in and he let go and got a little -- I don't know -- animalistic? He didn't just let me operate on him and pretend to be stoic, he USED me for his pleasure -- and he got it! What I got was a BIG mouthful of Daddy's seed -- and I enjoyed it and I enjoyed the act and I enjoyed the fact that I'd pleasured Daddy in a way neither of us had ever hoped I would ... And now I was dealing with the aftermath, realizing that the whole forbidden nature of the thing trumped the rules I'd grown up with. I wasn't a good girl any more -- I was a slut. If Daddy wanted to fuck -- yes, 'fuck!' -- I might as well quit pussyfooting around with polite terms -- if Daddy wanted to fuck me, the only thing standing between his cock and my puss was Jack's permission. And Jack would give it; I knew that -- he'd as much as said so! And if I needed any proof that all this was true, it was right there in the fact that my puss itched when I thought about Daddy's cock sinking into me... I squirmed a little and Daddy looked down at me, his face inches away. "Are you okay, Dear?" He looked worried, and I knew he was dealing with what we'd done, too. "Yes, Daddy." I know I went pink, but I couldn't help it. "I'm ... a little aroused." "So am I, Dear," Daddy admitted, looking off to where Momma was grunting and gasping and making gurgling noises around a perfect stranger's cock. I knew that he was looking at Momma more to avoid my eyes than because he wanted to see what she was doing. Momma's eyes were wild and she was pink all over and I saw her leg muscles start to jump and knew she was on the verge of a climax because that's how it went with me. She'd gotten out of her lingerie totally at some point and her breasts swung free under her and the roll at her belly that probably wasn't prominent in any other position jiggled under her in synch with her butt as the guy behind her powered into her. We both sat silent while Momma started making urgent whines around the guy in her mouth and her ass shook and her eyes rolled up. "I don't know if I've ever gotten her to do that," Daddy said softly. "I bet you have, Daddy," I assured him. "That yell she gave out last night..." Daddy nodded. "Maybe." I could tell he felt a little better about it. "In any case, this is about shaking her loose from some of her inhibitions so she can operate more comfortably..." "She'll loosen up," I agreed. Clearly, she already had ... I watched the face of the guy fucking her as he climaxed; I'd been making a little impromptu study of the whole thing, starting with the Major and then Daddy ... Guys made interesting faces as they pumped their seed into a woman. When Daddy let go in my mouth, it was the first time I'd ever seen that expression on his face; it was ... feral. Primal. Seriously animal. Exciting! The guy held himself deep in Momma while his cock pulsed, then made a little whirling motion with his finger and when he backed out of her the other guy pulled his cock out of Momma's mouth and circled around to replace him. While he was doing THAT, the first guy presented his gooey cock, and Momma sucked it in and started sucking the juices off of it! Clearly, there was a total slut hidden beneath Momma's inhibitions -- and knowing that left me free to be anything I wanted -- or Jack wanted -- in bed... The second guy started slamming away in Momma's puss -- I guess maybe her blowjob had him running pretty hot -- but it looked to be a good thing, because Momma was starting to look exhausted. "She'll be done soon," I murmured to Daddy. "Yes..." He continued to watch her -- or pretend to. "About what we did..." I knew what was coming -- and I knew what I needed to say. "I loved it. You loved it. I will do it again -- and more. You heard Jack..." "Yes..." Daddy sat for a moment. "I surprised myself." "I know." I gathered myself. "Any time you want -- and Jack says it is okay -- we can do it again. I love you, Daddy." "I love you, too, Darling," Daddy replied softly, squeezing me against him. "Good -- that's fixed..." Jack's fingers traced a line down my back, caressing. "I thought that might work." I cranked my head around to smile at him and he caressed my cheek. When I returned my attention to Momma, it was she was grunting in tune to the smacks of the guy pounding her from behind; the other guy's cock was clean, I guess, since he was tucking it in his pants. The guy behind her didn't look to be much longer, from my study of guys' faces when they climaxed... Jack cleared his throat. "Oliver, there are a couple of psychological benefits to be had if you're the one who rides her when she crashes..." Daddy nodded. "Up, Princess -- I need to go see your mother." "Okay." I got up and shifted to Jack's lap, settling there just in time to watch the guy start slamming himself into Momma, hard, in a slow pattern that told me the slams probably coincided with jets of his semen pulsing into her. In the background, I saw Tara coming back from the Ladies Room dressed in her outfit that matched ours. The guy backed out and Daddy was there, naked from the waist down, his surprisingly big cock pulsing as he took Momma by the hips. Momma turned her head slowly to look behind her and discover her new sex partner -- and started when she discovered Daddy! Daddy pushed himself inside her gooey puss and swatted her on the butt and said, "Now, FUCK! Don't forget who owns you!" The words sounded strange coming from Daddy, but they had their effect; Momma turned back around, the look on her face priceless, and started pushing back into Daddy's strokes. "Perfect," Jack mused. I nodded, understanding clearly what he meant. Daddy was establishing his dominion over Momma; it had always been there, but it had been unacknowledged. Now, it wouldn't be; Momma would remember this incident and know her place. Stupid restrictions regarding sex would be by the wayside, too -- she wouldn't be frowning and getting all moral on anyone. I felt a hand on my shoulder and saw one snake over Jack's and cranked my head around to smile at Frieda. Jack looked up and snapped his fingers and Tara crawled onto the bench to Jack's left and leaned against him. The Major stood. "I should go." He tossed Jack some keys. "Take the van -- I'll take your rental." He scooped up the car keys that Frieda had put back on the table the last time she'd returned from the car. "You need the space." "Thanks, Sir." Jack waved at the Major as he moved off. I shifted my attention to Momma and Daddy, triggered by the urgency in Momma's grunts -- and in a moment, she turned cherry red and shook like a terrier and her eyes rolled up in her head. Daddy, behind her, went red in the face and got that feral expression I'd seen before and I knew that her climax had triggered his... Momma collapsed, threatening to fall off the pair of chairs they'd pushed together at some point for her to kneel on. Jack nudged me and said, "You girls take Vera and get her cleaned up and dressed. Take your cues from Frieda -- she'll know what to say to keep her in the proper frame of mind." The glance Jack gave Frieda said, 'I trust you to do this -- don't fuck it up.' I'm big on 'fuck' now, aren't I? Anyway, we got up and when Daddy let us -- he insisted that Momma suck his cock clean, as she had the others -- I took Momma by the arm and Tara collected her lingerie from the floor and Frieda and I braced Momma as we all staggered toward the Ladies Room. Oliver: I honestly wasn't sure that I would recognize myself in a mirror; clearly, I had gone totally insane... First, there was the trip to Salome's. I admit it; I ogled the girls avidly, despite the fact that Beth is my daughter. I really felt at the time that I could justify this -- after all, I AM male! Vera called me down in the car -- a mistake on her part, although I still didn't have the mindset to realize it -- which was a mistake on MY part. Jack gave this dissertation on the inapplicability of the incest taboo to the Confederacy and then HE called Vera down when she started sputtering -- another mistake on my part... She was good for a while, though, at Ray's -- despite the exposure. Jack led Frieda and Beth to reveal that young females really DID have libidos and really COULD get in trouble from them -- an open question, if you would believe some people. Interestingly, Vera seemed unsurprised -- which might be grist for MY mill, later, now that I think about it. But during Tara's striptease, Vera began making noises in an effort to control our reactions -- and I let her ruin my enjoyment of the black woman's efforts. Then when Jack and Tara initiated some heavy petting and attempted to involve Beth, Vera got really irksome -- and I STILL neglected to do my new job! The whole thing was just so new that I didn't have a grip on it... When Jack finally called her on it, pointing out that she was inflicting her morals -- attitudes she wasn't supposed to have any more -- on the rest of us, I realized that she'd been manipulating us and that it needed to be dealt with, but my mind was a blank, so I deferred to the expert... Jack's suggestion resounded with me; something dark surfaced when he suggested, "The Major is looking for a little relief; Frieda volunteered, but she would, anyway -- and it wouldn't mean anything to her one way or the other. I could do Vera, but I'll be around regularly, anyway, since we're family. I'm thinking that having her do the Major might loosen her up." Logically, it may or may not have made sense -- but a part of me wanted to see her abase herself in that manner VERY badly... Jack's next utterance was designed to put Vera over the edge -- but it did more than that -- much, much more... "We can handle some other issues while we're at it. I need to test Tara's fellatio, but you really shouldn't do without, so why don't you get something from Beth?" While I wrestled with the wash of lust that came out of nowhere, Vera went critical -- and Jack, who was the master of ceremonies for the situation, was right there... He slapped Vera -- HARD! I could see the handprint filling with blood on her white face as she turned to me with a look of betrayal -- but all I could think about was the sudden realization that I probably could have fixed things at any one of several points -- but now harsh measures were required. "I really should have done that, huh?" I asked. "Is it too late?" Then Frieda came running in from the car with that riding crop -- yes, Jack had things in hand, I realized. He seemed to be anticipating every eventuality. I could have had something different, but the thing looked like the perfect instrument to me. Things had reached the point of harsh measures... Vera instinctively tried to engage my patience, but things were past that. "Bend over the chair," I told her. Naturally, she went right into placation mode -- but her very first words blew it, "Ollie, I..." This was her problem in a nutshell; familiarity and the assumption that she could use a diminutive to help put me in my place! Anger came from nowhere, but I controlled it while I educated her, "You've made mistakes -- several mistakes," I said coldly. "You need to refer to me as Master until you are better behaved. Now BEND OVER THE CHAIR!" Fearfully, Vera did as she was told -- and I circled behind her, lifted the fabric of her chemise out of the way of the target area, and began striking her with the whip. I didn't strike her with all my strength, but I didn't stay my hand, either; stripes crossed her buttocks and I felt a grim satisfaction with what I was doing. Shock got Vera through the first couple of measured strokes, then the pain enveloped her and it became clear that she had never experienced anything resembling this. I had; I wondered idly if I should make a point of pointing out their mistake to her parents ... When it was over, she was a broken thing -- and she responded to my directive to crawl over and give the Major anything he wanted with alacrity! My afterthought over anal sex apparently didn't weaken my position, as I was exercising ownership rights. I went back to sit down while the Major took over Vera's abuse -- and I realized that I was enjoying it. Then Jack turned to Beth ... She went totally poker-faced as she replied, "Yes, Master," then she turned to me and said, "What would you like, Daddy?" in a neutral tone. Her use of 'Daddy' rattled me and I almost stopped the whole thing -- but then her mask slipped and I saw something raw hiding behind it. No one else did, I'm sure, and I'm not sure she even realized it herself -- but she was reaching for my zipper BEFORE I croaked, "What your mother is doing, for now," nearly crushed by the wave of lust that flash sparked in me. Jack had Beth get up on her hands and knees and I turned myself half-sideways to facilitate her efforts; Jack asked me, "Oliver, do you need to keep an eye on Vera?" In my distraction, I merely gasped, "I can turn my head..." I collected her hair at her ponytail as my daughter's lips rolled over my glans... I can't describe the feelings that went through me then adequately. In all of us, I think, there is a little creature who delights in our doing that which is naughty. 'Naughty' didn't even begin to describe the place where the thing we were doing existed in my belief system; it was several magnitudes beyond merely naughty -- and for that reason, I was virtually beside myself from pleasure at this voyage into the forbidden! Beth's eyes were smoky as they held mine while her lips slid up and down the shaft of my penis from my swollen glans to a point several inches below it; she might have felt herself to be mildly coerced when she started, but she wanted to be there. It was mutual; I wanted her there. Jack was running two fingers in and out of Beth's vagina, making wet sloppy sounds with the fluids of Beth's arousal. I held her head, reveling in the power, knowing that if I pressed her, she would try her best to take me into her throat ... Her gasps and moans around my shaft added to the insane pleasure of the forbidden act; Jack brought her quickly to orgasm, but we all knew that arousal over the taboo act she was engaged in was a major contributor to her climax. As I approached my peak, I took some control over her movements; Beth willingly allowed me to shift the pattern and depth of penetration in any way that pleased me. Until recently, this would have been unthinkable with Vera, but after tonight, it would be the norm, I swore to myself. The orgasm itself was intense; pleasurable to a degree that I'd experienced maybe once or twice before -- well beyond the norm, as was the copious quantity of semen I poured into my daughter's mouth! I hadn't produced an ejaculation of that size since I was a teenager, I was certain! Beth treated it as some expensive, hard to obtain treat, swallowing it and collecting the excess that had spurted from the corner of her mouth and redirecting it inside, making sure she got it all. Only afterward could I turn my attention to Vera. When I did, I discovered that the Major had repositioned her and was sexing her, doggie-style, while she perched on a couple of chairs. Only then did I remember that moment as I approached my climax when the Major complained about Vera's poor fellatio skills -- and that it had been MY voice that instructed him, "Fuck her. THAT works." I hadn't even looked at her ... I didn't even realize I was saying it at the time -- I was too far gone in the pleasure of Beth's lips! Vera had presented a momentary annoyance and I'd swatted it like a fly, processing the whole thing below the level of conscious thought. The Major had complained, and the source of the complaint had identified itself as Vera and a little voice said, "She's fouling things up again!" and irritation set in -- and I told a stranger to penetrate my wife/slave/significant other vaginally without EVER consciously realizing I'd done it! Well, I was watching now ... Vera's head hung down and her whole body rocked as the Major had his way with her; she was biting her lips and moaning and raising her head periodically, but acting afraid to look in my direction. It flashed through me suddenly what this all meant; she was fighting an orgasm! She couldn't bear to know that I was watching her lose the battle with her nature; couldn't stand the embarrassment and humiliation of having an orgasm with a strange man while under the eyes of her husband! This was it, then -- the final straw -- I knew it instinctively. I reached out, rubbing her cheek and pulling her face up where she could lock eyes with me. "Do a good job," I enjoined her. "I'm watching." I picked up the whip, which had lain on the floor, discarded, and added, "See this?" She knew it then -- there would be no reprieve. She would orgasm -- I expected it! The battle was lost ... The resistance leaked out of her as I held her eyes, and was replaced by the flood of pleasure that she'd been fighting. As it poured over her, her participation in the act went from grudging to enthusiastic and her face began to reflect pure animal pleasure. She began to pant and moan and the Major put his hands on her shoulders to keep them from becoming separated by the energy of their motions. After that, the act lasted less than a minute; Vera pinked up and her legs started twitching and her head came up, glassy-eyed and she emitted a wordless howl -- And Major Howard grunted and crushed himself against her ass and poured forth the first load of semen to enter Vera's vagina that I was not the source of since the day we met ... Of course, I might have been wrong about that, but it was the case to the best of my knowledge. I really couldn't decide how I felt about it; all I had to fall back on was the fact that I'd given him permission to sex her in the first place... As the Major backed away from Vera and began putting himself together, I noticed a developing situation. I'd been peripherally aware that the bartender had approached with a complaint and little Frieda had placated him with fellatio; now, two others had risen from their seats at the bar and approached us. Jack was holding them off with the force of his will, for the moment -- and he appeared to have some kind of weapon secreted under the table for backup -- but the situation was fluid, to say the least. Into this standoff, Tara interjected, "Master, she isn't done!" "What?" Jack said it for me. "She isn't done," Tara insisted. "You've got her over the hump to where you want her, but she needs to get the full treatment, or she won't understand why. She's still all fired up." Tara turned to Frieda for support. Frieda delivered it. "She's right," Frieda agreed. "She's there -- now she needs to see the payoff. Later, she'll need to be cuddled and told that she's a good girl and her sins are forgiven -- but right now, she needs to be sinning. She needs to dig that hole so she has to look up to see light from the bottom." Jack blinked. "Amazingly, I think I get that. Oliver?" "Um..." I did a self-assessment -- and it wasn't good; Beth had absorbed a truly mammoth amount of semen and I wasn't recharged yet. "I don't think I'm..." "It shouldn't be you, anyway," Frieda pointed out. "Oh." That left the new arrivals. I eyed the opportunists narrowly. "Diseases?" "There's literally nothing we can't fix in orbit," Jack assured me. "Okay." I pursed my lips in thought, but there wasn't any other solution out there, so I waved permission. "Don't break it. No anal." "Right." The pair moved forward. I shifted my attention to the subject of the exercise. "Vera..." "Um?" Vera wasn't there, really; she was masturbating, glassy-eyed, proving the truth of Tara's and Frieda's assertions "Practice your oral, Dear," I directed, "And kneel up for the nice man." It was rank insanity, but then Vera was visibly not herself and I was CERTAINLY not myself... "Hmmmm?" Vera took in the pair approaching her. "Oh, good." If ever there was an indication that she was far gone, that had to be it ... She moved into position, the soul of cooperation, and started impaling herself on the penis of the unknown male behind her while her mouth opened to engulf the penis of the other individual. She settled into a motion that might lead one to believe that the two shafts were one and went right through her, backing off to the tip of the one in her mouth while burying the one behind in her vagina, then moving forward to take the one in her mouth deep while withdrawing from the one behind... ------- Chapter 20 Oliver: Beth let out a whimper so I pulled her onto my lap. "It's all right Dear -- we're just handling your mother's inhibitions." I looked to the others for confirmation, "Right?" "Right," Frieda nodded. "After this, she won't be able to live in denial. She'll have done it and enjoyed it and any feelings of superiority she would have had over some other poor slut will be bled out of her." The Major added, "After you've had a little modification, you'll be able to handle anything she can put out -- and she'll BE putting out on a regular basis, now that the barriers are down. You'll also be less inclined to allow her to put the brakes on you." I nodded, watching the pair of unknown males service Vera. "Amazingly, that begins to make sense." "She won't be in any position to give you and Beth any grief over what you did, either," Jack pointed out. 'THAT's a point, ' I thought. "Just don't fuck her up when she comes crawling to you for forgiveness," Frieda insisted. "She's going to need to be cuddled, but don't let her off the hook for anything, and don't make any comparisons with what you did that might give her a leg up." I nodded my understanding. Beth squirmed a bit on my lap so I asked, "Are you okay, Dear?" Perhaps it was settling in that her father was the kind of pervert that enjoyed incest... But she said, "Yes, Daddy," and blushed, adding, "I'm a little aroused." "So am I, Dear," I replied, giving her a little squeeze while I looked off at Vera and her ménage. As I watched, Vera cycled through an orgasm -- a powerful one. "I don't know if I've ever gotten her to do that," I muttered softly. "I bet you have, Daddy," Beth replied. "That yell she gave out last night..." I nodded. "Maybe." Perhaps I was overreacting to the cuckoldry. "In any case, this is about shaking her loose from some of her inhibitions so that she can operate more comfortably..." I murmured in self-justification. Beth murmured some kind of agreement while the male behind Vera stiffened and pressed himself deep, injecting her with another strange load of spermatozoa and fluids. Then the pair switched places, like they'd done it all before; the first male backed out of Vera's vagina and the second backed out of her mouth to circle around and insert himself in her womanhood while the first presented his penis, coated in their mixed juices, to Vera to suck clean. And Vera accepted it without a whimper while backing onto her new lover's erection. This time, the pace was clearly different; the second stranger was in a hurry, apparently. "She'll be done soon," Beth opined. I murmured agreement, then, unable to look at my daughter while I broached the subject, I said, "About what we did..." "I loved it. You loved it. I will do it again -- and more. You heard Jack..." Beth replied firmly. "Yes..." It was still wrong, wasn't it? Jack didn't seem to think so, and he had offered measured, logical arguments in support of his position. So why had I turned into a wild animal? "I surprised myself," I muttered. "I know." Beth paused a moment, then added, "Any time you want -- and Jack says it is okay -- we can do it again. I love you, Daddy." "I love you, too, Darling," I replied, squeezing her to me. Jack leaned up and caressed Beth's back, making a comment approving the way the situation had resolved itself. Apparently, this had been his master plan for adjusting Beth to the realities of her new position just as the sex scene before us was doing the same for Vera. The latest contestant was flagging visibly, approaching his climax. Jack cleared his throat. "Oliver, there are a couple of psychological benefits to be had if you're the one who rides her when she crashes..." I nodded -- the whole thing was crystal clear to me. "Up, Princess -- I need to go see to your mother." Beth got up and shifted to Jack's lap and I stood and moved to a position where I could assume control of Vera, divesting myself of my trousers as I went. I'd barely arrived when Vera's latest lover began making his semen deposit -- Vera's third from a new source in less than a half-hour. Well, it was time to assert my ownership ... Vera glanced around, dazed, as a new set of hands took her hips -- and her eyes popped as she recognized me. I decided that I might as well assert myself, so I pressed my penis into her slimy vagina and swatted her on the ass, directing, "Now, FUCK! Don't forget who owns you!" -- knowing my use of the word 'fuck' would add a bit of shock value. At that point, I ignored my surroundings, concentrating on taking my pleasure from Vera's sex. I seemed to be removing all previous product on the out-strokes; the excess dribbled down her slit and dripped from her pubes onto the floor. Vera found her second wind, somewhere, and met me stroke for stroke as I pounded her urgently. We didn't last that long; I would have liked to have out-lasted her -- and perhaps gone back to Beth in her presence while she lay collapsed from exhaustion -- but Vera surprised me with the power of her climax and drew me along, triggering my flood with her pulsing channel. Then she collapsed; Jack nudged the girls our way to take charge of her limp body, but she was going to suck MY essence from MY member before she was carried off! I made sure she did a good job before stepping away -- but then, she did, too. The girls stood around watching and giggling while it went on, which was fine with me... Vera: Sitting in the back seat of a minivan that appeared from who knows where -- that Major Howard, I guess -- I tried to figure out what the big mistake had been. Maybe it was a bunch of little ones ... I had stripes on my ass and my pussy was a little sore and my mouth was a little puffy. I was embarrassed and humiliated and worried that I'd gone too far and Ollie -- or Master, as he was to be called for the foreseeable future -- was irritated enough with me that he might dispose of me, one way or another, either now or later ... The situation wasn't encouraging; Oliver had unleashed three other men on me before following them up with a slam-bang fuck that had left me totally wasted -- and totally outed... Any illusions I had were banished when Frieda turned around and sneered at me and said, "Well, the boys are a little dense, so they don't know -- but we do. Beth's momma is a party girl..." Tara turned around and grinned at me, too -- and I couldn't decide whether she was actively malicious, or I was just paranoid. I couldn't hold my head up under their regard, so I concentrated on my knees. Frieda said, "So, do you have any idea what went wrong?" "That Jack," I mumbled. "Every time he opens his mouth, I get deeper in shit..." "And you don't know why, do you?" Frieda pressed. "Have you ever heard of topping from the bottom?" "No..." I still couldn't look up. "No, of course not -- or you'd have stopped." Frieda's voice dripped with fake sympathy. "Topping from the bottom is when you try to weasel around your boss and get him to do things the way YOU want them done rather than the way HE wants them done. You've been leaching the fun out of things by expressing your disapproval of stuff like Tara's striptease. Oliver is used to paying attention to you when you do stuff like that, so instead of enjoying himself, he sat there trying to garner your approval. In some ways, the whole thing was as much his fault as it was yours, because he should have just lit into you over small stuff before the pile got too big -- but you've got him trained ... That's all backfiring on you, you know? Still you might have been fine if you hadn't started in on Beth and Tara -- you DON'T have Jack trained and he wasn't gonna put up with it AT ALL!" "Oh," was all I could work up the energy to say. Jack said something like that before all Hell broke loose... "You manipulate people, Mrs. H," Frieda added. "But you're not smart about it. Jack won't be manipulated, and HE can manipulate YOU!" After a moment, she said softly, "And you aren't Mrs. H any more, are you?" I burst into tears. It was all tumbling down around my ears; any minute, they were just going to stop somewhere and put me out on a street corner -- probably naked ... Ollie was pissed at me -- he'd made that clear by beating me, then handing me off to another man to have sex with, then ignoring me -- and finally coming back and telling me to fuck properly or he would beat me! Why? Because I was STILL telling him what to do -- nonverbally, if nothing else! The rules I'd put in place for my own protection -- the careful training I'd used to avoid dangerous situations and dangerous admissions -- they were now a threat to my welfare, leaving me on the fence between two impossible choices. Would Ollie keep me if he knew the truth or would he spurn me? Would it matter if I stupidly angered him enough trying to cover my idiot ass? And last but not least, would Frieda even leave me a choice? Beth hugged me and rubbed my shoulder, but Frieda said softly, "You need to come clean ... Vera." "If I come clean, I'm gone!" I hissed. "After all this time? You've GOT to be kidding!" "Tell me," Beth whispered. "You might as well, and I might need to know..." I looked at my daughter for a moment and sighed; Frieda, sensing that I'd capitulated, leaned in close. Tara had to navigate -- we were going to her house, apparently -- but she listened with half an ear and made sympathetic noises... ------- I'm going to go into this for you a little deeper than I did with Beth, so you know where I'm coming from. I'm a pig. I'm under no illusions, I know it as well as you do. I'm a big, fat, roly-poly old sow with a big ass and a pair of blubbery jugs on her chest. I always have been, more or less -- even in grade school. Beth knows this, since I passed the majority of the mess on to her and somebody added that godawful lisp to it, but I need to get it out front, here. It made me a pariah, of course... Nothing else was working, so my senior year I started hanging out near the boys' locker room. These days, they probably have video surveillance, but back then nobody gave a damn if some little porker wanted to watch sweaty guys go into the lockers and wet guys come out. I came to know, more or less, when the various sports teams came in and how long it took them generally to get undressed and showered and changed and come out. I defined a nine-minute window when everybody -- even guys who didn't shower -- was going to be inside the locker room doing something or other. And once I was comfortable that I had the timing down pat, I got brave -- or maybe stupid... I took to waiting for that window and sneaking into the area between the outer hallway door and the inner door that led to the lockers -- that 'privacy barrier' that kept you from seeing inside the locker room from the hallway. From there, I could crack open the inner door and see... Cocks, of course. Asses and muscular bodies of all shapes and sizes, but the draw was cocks -- cocks and balls. Big ones, small ones, thick ones, thin ones, various colors, cut, uncut -- all kinds of cocks hanging over ball sacks with contents of sizes varying from the size of a grape to the size of a golf ball. The guys would come out of the showers drying their hair, and I'd get a peek, and then when they got ready to dress, they would whip off their towels in front of their lockers, and maybe I'd get another -- and it was never enough. I got braver and braver -- especially with the late groups. I told my mother I was in the Booster Club and that we were planning dances and such -- and I hung out under the bleachers at the football field while they practiced under the lights, waiting for them to go in... I'm not sure how they caught me that night; generally, I took advantage of a mirror that reflected the locker area when I watched from the dark beyond the cracked-open door. The guys sometimes used that mirror to comb their hair, so maybe one of them saw me somehow. Or maybe I was stupid and clumsy and overconfident and they knew I was there for weeks before they set the trap that night... It wasn't the whole team; most had gone early. I'd come out at the end of the magic window for the main group to find that the coach had held six of them for an extra half hour -- which shook me a bit as I could have gotten caught by the second bunch while watching the first. I hid and waited and two of them -- and the coach -- left right away, without showering. That left four... They weren't in any hurry; when I crept in and cracked open the door, they were all still undressing, talking trash about this and that and snapping each other with towels, relaxing. This was going to be a good one. One of the guys got up off the bench and went over to the mirror and eyed himself critically. "I need a haircut. Pete, do you think I need a haircut? It's getting to be a pain in the ass to wash it and shit." And I get this great view while he stands there and Pete tells him that yeah, his hair is too long and he's starting to look like a girl. And the guy laughs and heads back to his locker leaning down to say something quietly to another guy as he passes, then gets his towel and disappears into the dead space where I can't see anything in the mirror. I figure he's headed into the showers. So the other guy gets up and wanders around a bit, stark naked, talking to the other two, then goes over to the mirror and stands there playing with his cock, which is half-hard. I was mesmerized. He looked over at the other guys and said, "Gemma Dawkins says I have a big fat dick. Do I have a big fat dick? If I wanted to fuck a big fat bitch with a big fat pussy, I'd probably need a big fat dick..." Then the door flew open and I nearly fell into the room because I was leaning on it and a hand closed on my wrist and a voice said, "So, Vera, what the fuck you doin' here, anyway?" I stood there, half-blinded, my mind totally empty. There wasn't an excuse in the world for me being there -- none. And they knew it. The four of them gathered around me while I stammered out basically nothing, my brain working so hard that it nearly set my hair on fire -- to no avail. The guy who'd been playing with himself grinned evilly and said, "The truth might work -- you like dick, huh?" "I ... I..." Somebody put his hands on my shoulders and pushed and I went to my knees. And the guy stepped in and someone held my head while he slid his cock -- now hard -- under my nose -- back and forth, like a cigar. "Get a real good look, then," my main tormentor said. "Ever smell one, all sweaty from being in a jock strap during a workout? What do you think?" I inhaled a lot of male musk. I was scared spitless, but... "Come on, I want an opinion!" he taunted. "It's ... nice..." The words leaked out of me without a lot of thought on my part. "She likes it! Next she'll want a taste!" He pulled his cock away. I don't know WHAT the fuck I was thinking -- but I reached for it! I don't know who was more surprised when my hand closed on his shaft... "Oho! You're a real slut, aren't you, Vera? A big, fat, cock-loving slut..." I blushed furiously, and I didn't say anything -- but I didn't let go. I couldn't -- the thing felt AMAZING! Hard and alive, it's firm core sliding through its sheath of skin ... You'd have had to peel my fingers off, one by one ... He laughed. "Pete, give her a comparison." Pete stuck his cock in my face but my tormentor (whose name I later learned was Brian) said, "Wait! She needs to smell it first, man! Run it under her nose!" Someone put his hand behind my head to keep me from going anywhere, but I leaned up for it instead of backing off. Pete's cock was curved and sinewy and didn't have a lot of foreskin when fully erect, but had a big plush mushroom head; he ran it under my nose and I sniffed, then licked pre-cum off my upper lip as he backed off -- and the guys laughed, all four of them. I was into this fatalistic state of mind -- there was no escape, but this was what I'd come for -- Hell, it was MORE than I'd come for! I was under no illusions; this was going to go through the school like wildfire, so I might as well get everything I could out of it. "Yeah, she wants it -- the fat slut! Jack it back and suck it in, then -- show us what you can do with a cock!" Brian stepped forward and his cock was at my lips, so I opened them -- what else could I do? "Yeah, gimme some tongue, Baby!" he grunted. "Somebody pull her blouse off -- I wanna see her tits!" Brian was a little rank under the foreskin, but I got used to it quickly -- or more probably just washed it away. I had to back off and let go while my blouse went over my head but the bra didn't present whoever undid it with much of a problem and soon hands were mauling my jugs as I licked and sucked Brian's cock. After a couple of minutes, though, Brian stopped me. "Do you have ANY idea what you're doing?" "No." I admitted it. "Am I doing something wrong?" "Well it feels good, but I'll never get off," Brian told me. "You've got to move up and down on it like you're fucking it with your face. You REALLY don't know?" "Uh uh." Brian snorted and shook his head. "Poor little porky bitch ... Try not to gag and choke..." He held my head in his hands while he pumped several inches into my mouth. "Keep working the head and the underside," he directed. "Work with me -- let it go in but clamp down as it comes out. Keep your teeth off of it." I put my hands on his hips and tried to do as he asked. "That's better. Some day maybe one of us will teach you deep throat, but for now just work it like this." Holding my head, he backed up a bit and I staggered and stumbled and nearly impaled myself on him. "Stand up. Somebody get her porky ass out of those jeans." I stood holding his hips for support while he pulled me on and off his cock and two other guys fought my jeans and panties down over my big ass and down my thighs. When they were bunched at my ankles, Brian directed, "Go on, step out of them. It looks like you're gonna get the full treatment, Vera. Ain't you lucky? Have you had a dick yet?" My eyes answered him, because my mouth was full. "Well, you're gonna get four tonight!" Hands held my jeans down while I fought my feet free, one by one; Brian never released me from his cock in the process. "Ain't that the cutest chubby little twat?" somebody said behind me, and fingers started roaming up and down my slit. "Lookit how them lips pop open! I think it's hungry!" A finger started roughly poking at my hymen. "She didn't lie, either -- she's cherry!" "Nice asshole, too!" another voice exclaimed. "Look at that motherfucker crinkle! Bet it's tight..." I cringed away as a finger poked at it, but I wasn't going far and they knew it. "Looks like you're gonna go from worthless fat cunt to everybody's fat slut in one night, Vera," Brian taunted me. "You should thank us -- you'd get your first dick at forty if we weren't horny..." Part of me was screaming, "NO! NO! Don't take my virginity! Not like this!" and part of me was scared spitless that I was going to end up dead somewhere -- but the rest of me was standing there while four different pairs of hands roamed my body -- enjoying it! "You're getting good, Vera," Brian panted. "I'm gonna dump a load in your mouth -- your first time as a cum-dumpster. Cum-dumpsters swallow -- you know that, right? Sure you do! You can show me the mouthful, but this isn't a porn flick -- I'm not gonna blow off the feel of your lips on my cock so I can shoot on your face. You're gonna suck it down and swallow it -- and then KEEP sucking and using that tongue on me so I can enjoy the aftermath! Understand?" "Mmph mmph," was all I could get out, but it was good enough. Somebody was rubbing my clit and my legs were spread so he could get at it and someone else had a nipple in his fingers, twisting and pulling and ... Brian's cock started pulsing and cum poured onto my tongue. He withdrew until my lips were wrapped right behind the flange of his cock and pulsed out three large squirts and a fourth smaller one before they backed off to nothing but pulsations. I swallowed the thick goo and continued to rub my tongue along the sensitive underside of his cock while he danced and yelled, "Fuck! FUCK! You're a quick learner! Jeezus! Suck it, you porky little slut!" After a bit, he backed off, muttering, "Yeah, SHIT that was good! You've got a career sucking cock if nobody can find anything else for your skuzzy ass!" Waving at the others, he said, "Grab a bench -- we're taking her in the showers. We don't want Coach or someone coming in and catching us out here with her." He took me by the wrist and someone else grabbed me by the back of the neck, but I wasn't going anywhere. On the surface, it was one naked fat chick against four jocks -- was I gonna win? But underneath that was the question 'Why on Earth would I want to be somewhere else?' Oh, sure, they were calling me names and they were a little rough -- but I knew I was a fat pig, so the name calling wasn't anything but the truth and nobody was really slapping me around... "You gotta try that mouth!" Brian enthused. "For a newbie, she gives great head!" "I dunno," Pete replied, "I'm lookin' at the other end." "Okay, fine. Lay down on the bench, bitch. Put your chunky ass on the edge and grab your knees. Ray, Mack, help her. Keep her big ass from falling off!" So two of the guys helped me get situated, bracing me and helping me get my legs up -- and I lay there with my head cranked up, looking straight down the valley of my jugs to my pussy, where Pete was rubbing the fat head of his curved cock along my split. "Awright, just relax -- I'm gonna pick that cherry. You don't mind, do you?" I heard my voice say, "No..." My body was doing whatever it was told. Part of me was horrified, but I shambled along and did whatever they wanted as if the whole thing was just another day at the gym... "Here we go..." Pete snapped his hips and I felt the tearing and his cock slid slowly past the raw edges of what was left of my hymen. It was over; for better or for worse, I'd been fucked and was no longer a virgin. Part of me was pleased and part of me wept for the circumstances, but it was done. Pete's face took on this glazed look and he gasped, "Shit! So hot! So fucking tight! What a piece!" He hit bottom and began withdrawing, his face a rictus of pleasure, "FUUUUUCK!!!" Okay, call me weird; I started to glow. Nobody said nice things to me; nobody complimented me much. My mother and father wanted straight 'A's from me in school, and while nothing less was satisfactory, achieving the mark didn't get me any recognition. But Brian said I was a great cocksucker, and Pete seemed to think my pussy was the greatest thing since sliced bread; I was doing all right, here! On top of that, it was starting to feel good ... Pete's curved cock was slowly dragging back and forth over my G-spot -- not that I knew what one was at the time -- and Ray was rubbing my clit with one hand and Mack was chewing a nipple... This had never been a rape situation -- oh, part of me was screaming and yelling and crying, somewhere, but it wasn't there on the surface and I'd been NOTHING but cooperative. Now, though, I reached up and tugged at Pete's shoulders and gasped, "Do it! Fuck me! Fuck me HAAARD!!!" As before, a big part of me just watched this happen, wondering who it was that was making my lips move -- but I was feeling things -- wonderful things! -- and I didn't want it to end! Pete was red in the face and puffing, grunting "Too good! Too hot! Can't hold back..." And he grunted and slammed himself home, and poured the first load of semen into my cum-catcher. "I'll be back," he promised, embarrassed, as he struggled up off me. "Take her leg," Ray grunted, and Pete circled around. Ray had big balls and a lot of foreskin and ran about six inches -- don't ask me what his face looked like; I can't tell you! He slid home in Pete's goo and started pumping and it was as if he took up where Pete left off, exactly! "Play with her clit," he ordered and started pumping. Pete slid his hand over my mound and started rubbing and things got hot -- FAST! I screamed as the shockwave hit -- this was SOOO much better than fingers! Mack stood up and waved his meat in my face -- did I mention that Mack was black? -- and said, "Keep it down! Here, suck on this..." -- and I got my first hot chocolate that evening, too! Mack didn't finish in my mouth, though; he took Ray's place and dumped inside me. Meanwhile, I was sucking Brian, firming him up for the next round ... Pete unloaded in me twice, and I sucked Ray off; Mack was good with once, but it took him a while -- and I threw two orgasms while he was there, so I didn't complain, even though Mack wasn't legendary for length or anything... Afterward, they made me wash them in the shower, then they washed me and I dried off on one of their wet towels and crawled back into my clothes and headed home, bowlegged and with puffy lips. I'd gone from voyeur to team slut in a single afternoon; I was a gang-bang queen! "Come back Wednesday," Brian directed, "Same time, same channel." Neither of us was under any illusions over whether I was going to or not. Tuesday morning I was already getting looks in class... Brian hunted ME Wednesday night. I wasn't sure everyone was gone when he stuck his head out the door and said, "Vera! Get your fat ass in here!" There were six of them; we went straight into the showers... The next time, there were eight, and the next, twelve. After two weeks, I just went in while the team was on the field, went into the showers, and stood there, naked, waiting -- anyone could have me. In class, though, I was a pariah... I went to the prom alone -- but spent the after-prom party in a pickup camper, riding cock after cock; at ten o'clock the next morning they had to hose me and the camper off -- the place REEKED! Fortunately, we'd packed my prom dress carefully in the cab of the pickup ... I was a gang-bang girl -- everyone's favorite cum-dumpster. And I wanted more than one at a time ... Girls would bring me their boyfriends to fuck or suck so they wouldn't have to. I wasn't a threat; no one wanted me when my legs weren't open... I sat back. "Your grandmother never knew; you know how she is -- she's somewhat insulated from reality. Your granddad found out, though. Toward the end of the school year, he braced me and said, 'So, is this how it's going to be? Is my oldest daughter going to make a living being the entertainment at bachelor parties?' I said no, and we had a long talk and it was decided that I would go elsewhere to college ... Your aunts know -- and it made their lives Hell in school -- that's why they don't talk to me to this day..." "So what happened? Why..." Beth shrugged, confused. "After the graduation party, I went cold turkey," I told her. "I ... abstained, for the entire summer. It was hard -- TOO hard, since there were guys around with hard dicks who knew where to find me, so I had to go to your great-grandma Ellie's for the summer to get away. On her farm, there was literally no one around to get into trouble with. Besides, there was your granddad..." "What?" I smiled crookedly. "Well, we had the talk, but your granddad played. Grandma doesn't know to this day, but he didn't rely on her for sex. And after we had the big talk, he kept looking at me ... We both knew what it meant, so he helped arrange my trip to the farm to avoid the temptation." Beth sat shaking her head in wonder. "So..." "After the summer, I was ... purged..." I explained. "I put sex on the back burner. In college, four states away from home, I looked for a boy -- a certain type of boy, one with physical gifts and brains and a lot of naiveté -- and I found your father. You see, I needed a guy who could let me enjoy sex, but not get me too worked up -- because if I crossed the line, I would need more than one cock. Your father was happy to get sex, period -- that let me set rules for us both to live by -- rules that kept me from going into high-end arousal and nymphomania. Now..." I shook my head. "Now I don't make the rules any more. Your father has already seen me in man-eater mode. Pretending to be mildly frigid and very hung-up isn't going to fly, because I'm supposed to be pliant and cooperative -- and having tasted the forbidden fruit again, I don't know if I can control the craving..." ------- Chapter 21 Jack: When we got in the van and started moving after our farewell performance at Ray's, the girls seemed to be in heavy conversation. Tara was distracted, and she was navigating, so I finally just got the address and fed it into the GPS. But I asked the AI to relay the conversation, and it was eye-opening. There was an AI interface kit under the passenger seat; I had Oliver get it out. "You need to hear this," I told him. Once he was rigged up with a headset, I had the AI relay the conversation from the beginning, speeding things up just a hair so we could get to real time eventually. Oliver sat in his seat like a statue, absorbing his sometime wife and first concubine's tale. I didn't blame him; he'd been duped and lied to for a VERY long time. On the other hand, by the time the tale was over, I know I felt sorry for Vera and had some understanding of what she'd been up against and why she was how she was. When they wound down, Oliver turned to me and asked, "How do I deal with this?" "The secrets? I don't know," I told him. "If you're asking how to deal with it from a physical standpoint, I'd say there are several options. If you want to keep her to yourself, have yourself augmented to the point that you can carry her through several orgasms every time you fuck -- and maybe bump up your recharge rate. If you don't mind sharing, find a couple of guys to do it with. Or lead her to the Marine transient barracks every few days. Or all of the above..." I eyed him. "Can you keep it under control for now? I've orbited the same four block area four times so she could finish..." Oliver nodded distractedly and stared out the windshield as I turned the last corner and headed up the street to turn into the parking lot for Tara's apartment complex. Tara leaned up and whispered, "Master, I'm not in trouble, am I?" "No, why?" "I know you've been driving around..." "We were waiting for Vera," I told her. "It seemed important." "It was, Master," Tara assured me. Frankly, I couldn't have agreed more. "All out!" I announced, but Oliver pressed me back in the seat. I turned to Tara. "Start preparing the kids and get Keisha under control; I don't want us scaring her. Send Frieda back when you have things under control and Keisha is ready for me." "Yes, Master." Tara headed out the slider, and the others emptied the back seats behind her. I turned to Oliver, "Yes?" "Did I do wrong? At Ray's? You know, when I told the Major to sex Vera, my main focus was on Beth; Vera was just an annoyance. Then we let those other men..." "We didn't know," I said, shrugging. "I started it, looking at it as a way to fix her bad habits. Little did we know how important they were to her. I know you're feeling a certain amount of guilt for a momentary lapse -- but Vera has withheld this from you and manipulated you for decades, so I'd say she's owed a bit." "On the other hand, we were happy," Oliver mused. I shrugged. "You can deal with this however you wish. You can tell her you know -- or you can pretend you don't. You can punish her. You can forgive her. You can do both. You can take her behavior into account, or you can expose her to large quantities of sex and see if she goes wild. You can put her on the street. You can do ANYTHING! But you don't have to decide tonight. Let's go inside." Oliver gathered himself and nodded, and we got out of the van. Tara: Vera was in deep shit -- that was pretty clear. I don't think anyone else knew, but when we started circling the block I realized that something was up. Oliver had a headset on and this look on his face -- and his expressions changed with Vera's words, so it didn't take much for me to realize that the private conversation Vera THOUGHT she was having with us wasn't private. But nobody exploded or anything ... We pulled up and Master Jack told me to get the kids moving and give Keisha a heads up, then send Frieda back to tell him everything was under control. So I led the girls out of the van and went inside and up the first floor hall of our apartment block with my keys in my hand, wearing high heels and black lingerie, leading three other women dressed the same way. The security guard's eyes nearly bugged out! I don't live in what you'd call a fancy place -- or even mediocre; the guard was there to keep the windows and doors in one piece and spray paint graffiti off the walls -- and he wasn't up to strong arming drug dealers or pimps -- but he knew I wasn't a hooker and he DAMNED sure had never seen me dressed like that and he DAMNED sure had NEVER seen three white women dressed like that... I popped open the door and walked in and Keisha bounded up off the couch like it was spring-loaded. "Tara! You're..." About that time, what I was wearing registered and her eyes popped -- then popped again at the arrival of Frieda, Beth, and Vera, in that order. "Early..." bled out of her as she took everything in. "Yeah, Sorry, Hon. Change of plan. I quit at Ray's," I offered by way of explanation. "Who... ?" Keisha eyed the girls. That stopped me for a second. "My new family, I guess," I said, finally. "Honey, we need to get Abe and Elise and Shawna into some traveling clothes." "B--but why?" "Because I'm leaving, Hon," I explained. "Come on, I'll try to explain while we get the kids packed." I turned my head, "Frieda?" "I'm gone!" "Can I help?" It was Beth. "Sure, Honey. Follow me." I waved her forward as I followed Keisha into Abe's bedroom. Abe is five; he sat right up in bed, awakened by the uproar, his eyes fearful. "Momma?" "Hush, Baby -- it's all right. Be a big boy and help Keisha get you into some clothes -- we're going on a trip!" I told him. "Wh--who... ?" "That's Beth, Baby -- she's going to live with us when we get to where we're going. She's a nice lady!" I assured him. "But, Momma! She's a white lady!" "Yes she is, Baby..." Sometimes you just have to stop and work through things with a child. "What about Keisha?" "That's up to Keisha, Baby." "What?" Keisha entered into the conversation. Stymied, I stopped looking for Abe's travel bag. "Beth, the girls' room is down on the right. They'll be, well, less trouble. I need to make a lot of explanations here..." Beth nodded and looked behind her; Vera was there, following. They headed down the hall; Keisha eyed them as they passed the doorway. "What's goin' on?" Keisha asked. Abe subsided when the white women went out of sight and began cooperating with Keisha as she put his legs into some jeans. "I've been picked up, Keisha," I explained. "I'm collecting the kids and I'm gone, off to some Confederacy place." "Tonight?" "Tonight." "And the white women?" "They belong to my new master." Keisha nodded to herself as she put on one of Abe's shoes. "So y'all are gone. Damn. I'm gonna miss y'all." "You don't have to, Keisha," I told her, getting her attention and holding her eyes. "Right about now, there's probably two white men standing in the living room. One of them is my new master. We talked about you, Honey. I don't know what you think about all this, but if you go out there and you say and do the right things, you can go with us." "What do I got to say?" Keisha asked, her face solemn. "What do I got to do?" It was no time for bullshitting around. I looked her in the eye and said, "I got no idea what he's gonna ask you or what you might want to answer -- all I can tell you is that I think he's a good man. As to what you gotta do -- that's pretty simple -- whatever he wants. And not tonight, maybe, but real soon, you gotta fuck him -- because your job is gonna be havin' his kids and raising them and mine and Beth's." Keisha: With that look on her face, I knew Tara was dead serious -- but it was a lot to take in, you know? The shocks I'd got in the past five minutes, if it wasn't all tucked up under a bandana, my hair would be stickin' straight out from my head! Shit was just comin' down, "Bang! Bang! Bang!" Tara bustin' in the door with a shitload of white women, them outfits, all this pickup stuff -- and now THIS! "So, if I go see him..." Tara rubbed her face. "Honey, you don't have to do anything. You can just go on home to your family if you want. But I'm offering -- HE's offering -- to take you with us. Thing is, if you go, there are rules, you know? You got to pay the fare." "What 'bout my folks?" I asked. "What 'bout my family?" Tara shrugged. "It's not up to me. I don't know what he can do. You can ask him -- but I wouldn't get my hopes up." "An' if he says no?" "Then it's no, Honey," Tara said, shrugging helplessly. "If they could take everybody, they would, you know?" Yeah, I knew. They went over it at school. There was only so much time and only so many ships and colonies took time to build. If the aliens had their way nobody in my family woulda had ANY shot -- we all had shit scores ... But Tara was handing me a ticket! Abe started tugging my arm. "Keisha! You gotta come! Pleeeze! Pleeeeze!" "I dunno..." Tara sighed. "Finish dressing Abe. Take him out to the living room. Talk to the man. You've got til we're packed..." I nodded; the girls were starting to make noise up the hall and needed their momma to tell 'em it was all right. I started helping Abe with his other shoe. I finished dressing Abe on automatic while I sorted shit out. At first, there's a lot of 'What if?' shit goin' on in my head; then I looked up at my reflection in the mirror on the wall, and shit kinda came crashing down... 'Keisha! There you stand in an old yellow cotton print nightgown that's just about see-through, it's been washed so many times, and looks like a circus tent, a pair of pink granny panties that probly got holes in 'em, and flip-flops, with your hair all pinned up under a red bandana -- an' you're gonna go in there an' make some ol' white dude pant after your hot body so bad he'll lose alla his common sense an' promise to take your ol' fat mama an' three juvenile delinquent brothers, too? Good fuckin' luck!' Shit, I looked like a hippo in one'a them ballerina costumes ... Dude was gonna laugh his ass off! I wasn't goin' nowhere ... I helped Abe down off his bed and took his hand and we headed out to the living room to get it the fuck over with... They was two of 'em in the living room -- and old guy with one of those queer beards and a young dude in a brush cut, maybe eight, ten years older than me. Shit. Tara said nice things about the dude, but let's face it, she was thirty something ... I hoped the old dude didn't have a really nasty, wrinkled, scrawny-looking dick -- that would suck ... So I say to the old guy, "Tara says..." "That would be me," the younger dude busts in. I stop and take another look at him and I wonder, 'Is this better? The old guy might have been desperate ... Shit, now I'm REALLY fucked!' And then I realize that I'm standing there looking stupid, scratching between my tits -- could shit get any worse? "Fuck." I look away. "This is Abe." "Hey, Abe." Abe don't say shit, of course. There is a pause, then the guy says, "Tara tells me Abe prefers to have you around." "Abe don't know no better." I can't even look at the guy, I'm so embarrassed. "I'm sure he has his reasons," the guy says. I force myself to look at him. "Look, Mister -- this ain't my Sunday best -- but then..." I shrugged. " ... This isn't Sunday?" the guy finished. "I'm a purist -- my women generally wear less." "Like what? A brown paper bag?" Was he nuts? "Y'all are probably waitin' to see if I moo!" I've got udders, ya know? The size of fuckin' cantaloupes! And I'm fifteen! Can you IMAGINE how big they're gonna get the first time I get pregnant? I don't HAVE to -- I've seen Mama's... Dude looks at me and says, "You produce milk?" "Well, not yet..." I couldn't make heads or tails of that. "So show me." "Why bother? Ain't you seen enough?" "I don't know yet. Besides, I'm not really looking at that. Anyway, I got my beauty queens in the first round." "Huh?" I was totally lost. Tara said I was gonna have to fuck this guy and make babies. Looks didn't count? "Look," he says, "you're here on Tara's recommendation, not because I saw a photo spread on you. Did any of the other women you saw look like beauty pageant contestants?" "Well..." I hadn't really gotten a good look, but come to think of it... "Tara isn't bad," I defended her. "Granted," he agreed. "Look, do you want to go? You've got a CAP card, right? Let's see it." "In my purse. I'll be right back." I shuffled off to where I usually threw my junk in the corner. I generally slept on the couch; Tara's folded out, and it was better than my bed at home. Abe stayed with me. "What does he want?" he asked as I dug in my purse. "He wants to know if I want to go with you where you're going, Honey." "You do, don't you?" "Yes, Honey, but it isn't that simple." "It isn't?" Abe looked up at me innocently. I couldn't answer. I collected the card and took his hand and led him back to the man and handed it to him, wordlessly. Jack: The interview with Keisha hadn't gone well, to date -- and it wasn't really clear to me why. Apparently, she thought she needed to be hot-looking. Frankly, I didn't see anything that objectionable; oh, she was roly-poly and she DID have enormous tits. She was clearly overweight, but the nightgown molded to her in ways that said there weren't big, flabby rolls. Young Abe looked up at me from beside her and I took her CAP card. "What's not simple? Why can't Keisha go?" "Son, I'm having a hard time with that one myself," I told him. "Keisha seems to think there is a problem. I'm not sure what it is." "I'm not your son!" Abe flared. I eyed him for a moment. "Actually, you'd be surprised. Legally, you are. I didn't put you in your momma, but I'm responsible for you, as of a couple of hours ago." "What?" Abe was too young for all that. "Let's see how things go, okay?" I told him. "It might help Keisha make a decision if we got along." "Okay." Clearly, I was going to have to work on fatherhood -- I was still expecting too much of him. He was going to erupt in 'Why?' at some point, but with Keisha's situation in the balance, it probably wouldn't be instantly. Keisha's CAP card said a lot of good things. The AI helped me dismantle her scores and look at the pieces while pulling those of her immediate family out of the data net. Keisha had genetic issues that made controlling her weight difficult; her mother weighed 350. She had a couple of brothers who were arguably smarter -- but all that seemed to do for them was keep them out of jail, as they were borderline sociopaths. Keisha had a baseline four point four with excellent nurturing skills and a healthy sex drive -- and the good sense to control herself and not let it get her into trouble. The AI's assessment was that when she finally let down her guard there would be a period of near nymphomania that would certainly end in pregnancy, because her drive to motherhood would short-circuit good sense and she would 'forget' birth control. This pattern was apparent in her mother. Well, THAT wouldn't matter where she was going... Of course, collecting this information meant that I stood there apparently reading the card for a good forty-five seconds while I communed with the AI. "They're not THAT bad..." Keisha complained. "No, they're not," I agreed. "They're excellent, for my purposes, actually." That got a frown. "What are them purposes? Tara said..." "I want you to help raise my kids," I told her. "That would be Tara's kids, and your kids and the kids of my other four concubines. I have two of you pretty much locked into child raising and a third on backup while the others take care of other stuff." "I ain't got no kids..." " ... Yet." I finished for her. "That brings us to sex." Her CAP card might not be up to date... "What about it?" We were still sparring; she didn't trust me. Well, why should she? But it was slowing things down... "Had any?" I asked. "Not yet." "That won't last." I watched her think about it. "Okay." The response was provisional, I could tell. It was time to get down to brass tacks. Fortunately, Tara came in with a little girl on her hip. Beth was behind her, similarly burdened. "Tara, has young Abe been exposed to much nudity?" "No." "Sex?" "Not unless he came through the bedroom door and we were too busy to catch him." "That will likely change -- he'll get used to seeing both -- but there is no need to traumatize him tonight. Why don't you take him and the girls somewhere -- maybe out to the van. This isn't the place or time to be doing anything, but I need to see the merchandise; Keisha and I are still negotiating." Tara frowned. "Why, Master?" "Why are we still negotiating? Keisha doesn't trust me, apparently -- and she's more concerned than I am over her looks. I like her scores, though." Tara turned to the girl, "Keisha, Honey, don't be stupid. This is serious." "Well, that's why I'm worried," Keisha replied. "Don't be. Master Jack is a nice man." I saw an opportunity. "Beth, step over here, would you? Frieda?" They did so; the little girl on Beth's hip gazed at me with big eyes. "Girls, don't be offended ... Keisha, these two are my concubines. Does it look to you as though I'm overly concerned with looks?" Keisha took them in for a moment. "Um, no ... No offense." "None taken," Frieda snorted and replied. Beth just blushed. I suspected that Keisha's breasts, although bigger, were better presented without a pushup bustier to support them. I got the impression that the nightgown was mashing them somewhat. Keisha looked at Tara. "What about..." she flicked a glance at Abe, "it." "It?" Tara followed a significant flick of the eyes to my crotch. "Oh, 'it'! It's nice, Honey -- VERY nice! Get him to show you. I've, um, taste-tested it..." "Oh..." It was too much information, I think, Keisha's milk chocolate complexion darkened considerably while taking on some pink highlights. Tara looked at Beth. "Let's go organize the car seats in the van. Abe? Come along, Baby." Abe took her hand as she swept toward the door. Beth followed. "We'll be going, too..." Oliver waved at Vera and turned for the door. "No, stay. I might need a second opinion. Besides, you should get used to looking -- and enjoying it." I flicked a glance at Vera. "Perhaps." Cued to exercise some control, Oliver beckoned Vera. "Come over here beside me -- and kneel." Frieda, who had not been dismissed, stood by, grinning. I returned my attention to Keisha. "Okay, now, let's see what's so awful. Please remove your clothes." Keisha: So it all came down to this. The guy -- I still didn't have a name, Tara kept calling him Master -- SAID he didn't care a lot about looks -- but I was gonna have to get naked, anyway. And I was gonna have to do it in front of the old guy and the old woman who looked sorta like Beth and that really young chick with the old eyes -- Frieda. THAT bothered me... "Um, how old are you?" I asked her. I mean, the legal age for concubines is fourteen, but what did it say about this guy if he was into really young stuff? "What? Oh! Don't let looks fool you, Sweetie -- I'm older than you by several years," Frieda replied. "I'm a case of arrested development. And if you're wondering what that means as far as Jack's tastes in women go, don't. I was a package deal with Beth -- sort of like YOU'RE a package deal with Tara!" "Oh." Damn. I really didn't want the guy -- Jack? -- to get that ... Well, it was time I did something. Tara SWORE he was okay -- and she hadn't ever steered me wrong yet ... I bit my lip, eyed the crowd, and grabbed the hem of my nightie and dragged it over my head. Jack didn't say anything -- he just stood there with his head cocked, looking thoughtful. After a minute, he said, "And the panties?" "Oh. Yeah." I felt kinda stupid. I bent and pushed them down to my knees and stepped out of them. "The flip-flops?" "No, I can see your feet." He stepped forward, still not giving anything away as far as the look on his face. Eyeing my pussy, he asked, "Do you shave?" "No, I, uh, just don't grow a lot there." I had a few sparse hairs, but it was mostly puffy pussy... "Oliver?" He didn't look at the old guy -- he just cocked his head. The old guy came up beside him. Once he was there -- and he'd positioned the woman kneeling beside him so she could see things, Jack reached out toward my left jug and said, "May I? If this goes well, we're going to be a LOT more familiar..." "Uh, okay..." My heart rate musta been two hundred and my belly fluttered -- and my left nipple crinkled up and stuck out three-quarters of an inch before his hand ever got there to palm my tit. He hefted it and squeezed it gently, then ran a finger down my belly to my mound, and I broke out in goosebumps... "Spread your legs a bit?" I stood there for a second with my mouth open, then I went ahead and did it -- and he slid a finger alongside my clit and right into my honeypot! My knees got weak and I got wet -- BANG! -- just like that! He didn't poke his finger in, just slid one along my slot, but ... I can't describe it! Part of me was like, "What is this? A slave auction?" and part of me was like, "Can we fuck now?" Then he moved a bit to the side -- with his fingers still between my legs -- and nodded at the old guy, Oliver, who stepped up on my right and felt up THAT tit ... And he paws me for a few seconds while Jack rubs me here and there and he's got this funny look on his face. "Could you bend over please?" Jack pulls his hand out of my crotch and takes a step back. I give him a look, but I do as he asks. "Could you spread your legs a bit more?" Okay ... The slave auction side of me is REALLY starting to get worked up when I take a glance at Frieda, and she makes a couple of little motions with her hands and a flick to her right with her eyes. I looked to my right at the woman kneeling there and suddenly I realized that this isn't about me! Well, it is and it isn't; Jack runs a hand down my back and over my ass, grabbing a handful and feeling this and that -- and the old guy, Oliver, does a lot of the same things on the other side, but his attention isn't really on me -- he's trying to watch the kneeling woman out of the corner of his eye! And she's kneeling there, rocking back and forth and looking nervous... Jack slides a finger down the crack of my ass and I jump a little and my eyes pop, but I don't go anywhere; he's not pressing or anything. Actually, it was kind of pleasant; I didn't realize how sensitive I was there. And Jack's looking me over like livestock and he says "What do you think?" Oliver palms one of my hanging jugs and says, "Very nice." -- and the woman cringes and I kinda nod to myself, because while they might be fuckin' with my body, they're fuckin' with her head... Jack steps back and says, "Okay, that's fine. I've been all over it now -- what's so bad?" Jack: Keisha looked at me like I had two heads -- but it really wasn't all that horrible. The girl was fat -- stipulated. She was around five feet five inches and probably weighed a hundred-eighty or two hundred pounds. But twenty of that was in those huge round orbs hanging off her chest; she had stretch marks on the tops and they were down a bit -- but NOTHING that big points straight out naturally! Those globes were DD probably, with nipples as big around and as long as the first joint of my pinky and areolas the size of the bottom of a soda can -- and the sag wasn't serious, by any means. The rest her was thick and padded, but smooth and rounded -- no jiggly rolls -- and she had this shape thing going ... You know how little garden gnomes kind of have this thing where everything kind of turns up? Their little clog shoes and the nose -- things like that. The gnomes usually have beards that do it, too -- and it turns up in a kind of curvature in the thicker body shapes. It is difficult to explain, but it turns up in some people -- and Keisha had it. The tips of her toes turned up probably twenty degrees above the horizontal and the tip of her nose did it (and, yeah, it made her a little hog-nosed)-- even her fingers had it a bit, and her nipples sat above the midline of her breasts and pointed up, too. Frankly, I thought it was cute! In ten years or less, without Confederacy medical support she was going to be her mother -- but with it, she could stay like this for decades and multiple pregnancies. All in all, it just wasn't an issue; arguably, she was better looking -- if bigger -- than Beth! Keisha eyed me sidelong. "You don't see nothin' wrong?" "You're overweight -- but you carry it well," I told her. "It'll be fine. Now, the clock is about to run out, here -- the kids should be settled in the van and we need to be gone soon. When does your mother expect to see you?" "Probly tomorrow, when she gets home," Keisha replied. "I usually stay overnight then go on to school on nights Tara works until closing." "Okay, I promise that if you come with us, you can call her tomorrow evening so she doesn't worry," I told her. "But you need to make up your mind; are you going, or are you staying?" "Well, can I ask a question first?" "Shoot." "When... ?" I was going to say 'When what?' but Frieda filled in the blank. "When are you gonna take her cherry?" "Oh. That." I rubbed my chin. "Not tonight -- too much is going on. Maybe not tomorrow night, for the same reason. I think this kind of thing ought to be accomplished with due ceremony -- and that being the case, I'll want to set aside an evening to do it right. Soon, though -- the sooner the better." "Are you sure you wanna?" Keisha asked. "Oh, yeah! I'd do you here and now, but I think you deserve better!" I replied. "Don't tempt me, though..." I cupped the side of her neck and pulled her to me and pressed a kiss onto her lips -- and waited until hers opened and I could tangle my tongue with hers. I made sure my erection pressed into her hip before I backed off, too. "See? Believe me, I'll have no problem taking you to bed..." She came up panting a bit. "Okay. I'm goin'." "Put on the nightgown, then, and head for the van," I directed. "No panties?" "No panties," I confirmed. "Unless you're menstruating, I like to have access. None of the others is wearing panties." "Okay, but..." I could tell by the look that she gave me that she was aware that my patience was wearing thin. "Shouldn't we get more clothes for the kids? Tara was talking about packin' bags..." Okay, she had me, there. "Get what you think might be necessary for the next couple of days at least. Bottles and stuff, too. Good thinking. Frieda, help her. I'm going out to the van and I'll send Tara in if it won't disrupt things." I headed out. Behind me, I heard Oliver say, "Let's go, Vera." ------- Chapter 22 Jack: Fifteen minutes later, we were headed for Beth's in the van -- and I was cursing myself for being an idiot. I was SUPPOSED to be the planner for this trip, not to mention one of the primary resource providers -- and here I had ten people in a nine-passenger van, headed for a house that probably didn't support the population, either. Child car seats were unforgiving in this regard, so after some thought and negotiation, Frieda was sitting on Oliver's lap in the second row, with Vera sitting next to her suffering because Frieda was doing her best to arouse Oliver outrageously, and little Shawna in her car seat on the far end. Keisha was up front with me, largely because, well, she was the largest. Tara and Abe had the jump seats and Beth and Elise were in the back. I was well aware that at some point I was going to have to bolster Beth's ego some... But I had a plan for that -- and besides, she appeared to be having a ball playing with little Elise, who -- unlike Abe -- had no fear of her. My nebulous early plan had us leaving Ray's in two vehicles -- my rental, and Tara's -- but when the Major gave me the van, I decided to consolidate. It had worked well and proven instructive -- BEFORE we added four passengers... I could always shift EVERYONE to the Valhalla in orbit -- but Oliver had made family arrangements that I wanted him to be able to see through to completion. I could bounce everyone back and forth, but that created its own issues -- one of which was abuse of Confederacy resources for my own personal benefit. Theoretically, as long as I provided some specious excuse, no one would care -- except me; I didn't work that way. So we were headed for Beth's. Frieda had an instinctive genius for turning the screws on Vera. Even without my instructions, she was holding one of Oliver's hands to one of her little conical tits and wiggling on his lap, saying, "You know, Mr. H, I can do 'Daddy's Little Girl, ' too -- maybe even better than Beth!" while grinning maliciously at Vera. Somehow, she always seemed to know the perfect thing to say ... Oliver, who understood his role in this thoroughly, was making it clear that he wasn't fighting at all by squeezing and rubbing the tit flesh in his hand very visibly. "OOOOO! I'm wet! Can I ride Daddy's pogo stick?" Frieda cooed. "Not just now, Dear," Oliver replied, "I'm saving myself." He very clearly did NOT rule out a future engagement -- and Vera noticed. Arrival and disembarkation from the van placed Vera in the forefront of things as hostess; the first order of business was putting the kids back into bed in a spare bedroom. Oliver and I got pressed into service retrieving some old children's furniture from the cellar; Beth and Tara cleaned it up while Keisha watched the children and Frieda and Vera set up the other spare bedroom. "I'm sorry about this," I apologized to Oliver, "It's poor planning on my part. Tomorrow evening, I'll probably shift Tara and Keisha and the kids to the spacecraft in orbit, so you can get on with your family celebration." "They're your family, too," Oliver pointed out, "In fact, Tara and Keisha and the kids are our family, too. Things are going to get crowded, but if we can avoid issues, I would prefer to have everyone here tomorrow night -- it might be the last opportunity for all of us." "Well, it shouldn't be," I pointed out. "Maybe not -- but it gives the women something to do tomorrow, doesn't it?" Oliver grinned like a shark; he was getting into things. As it turned out, the house was a four-bedroom with a den and Oliver's office; while beds were going to need airing, they were in place for infrequent family visits, and there were couches and such, too. "Ho, Vera!" Oliver roared. I think everyone froze in place -- it was probably the first yell of that type ever to occur in that house! Beth stuck her head out of the kitchen, where they were washing down a playpen, with an absolutely indescribable expression on her face. Vera came a-running, and went to her knees in front of her master, fear for her position visibly making her the soul of obsequiousness, "Master?" "Clearly, the family has grown. You will prepare the house for the increase in numbers for tomorrow's gathering; at this point, we are looking at Maureen, Judith, her husband, and my other concubine. By tomorrow night, everyone should have a bed. Money is no object, as by Saturday, we will have no use for it." He flicked a glance at me. "Utilize whatever of Jack's resources he sees fit to release to you to assist. Do you understand?" Vera gulped. "Yes, Master." "Jack requires resources. You will set him up in the den, as it is a large room, with bed space for all of the adult members of his entourage. Reuse Beth's room for others," Oliver directed. "Tell me your thoughts." I think Vera spent more time trying to couch her thoughts than in actually formulating a plan. "I think the children should occupy Maureen and Judith's old room, which has single beds..." she flicked me a glance, "unless Abe needs to be segregated from his sisters." I snorted. "At their ages? On second thought, consult with Tara." What did I know of such things? Vera nodded. "Judith can use Beth's room -- with or without her husband. Maureen can use Travis' old room. With Jack and all of his concubines in the den, that leaves..." "Britney," Oliver finished for her, "who has accommodations." Vera took this right between the eyes. She looked at him for a moment, burst into tears, and leaned forward to cling to him, sobbing, "Master, what can I do to fix this?" Oliver flashed me a glance, but he had to solo sometime... "This is a good start. The answer is, 'Do as I tell you.' We have changes to weather. You need to remember your place and be truthful with me." "Yes, Master." Oliver looked at me. "This can't wait. Would you assist?" "If I can." "I would like to borrow, Frieda, too. She is adept at this kind of thing." I didn't argue. "Frieda!" "Master?" Frieda was close; she'd been working with Vera. I beckoned her and said one word in her ear, "Whip." She nodded. I waved to Oliver that he had access and he said, "Please join us in my study." Frieda nodded. "I have an errand, Mr. H, but I'll be right there -- it's related." "Very well." Released, Frieda dashed off. Looking down, Oliver directed, "Await us in the study. Nude." "Yes, Master." Vera's voice was full of dread, but she took off in the indicated direction. "You're going to make her own up," I theorized. "Yes." "What else?" "I think I'll have her get used to servicing other women." I chuckled. "Frieda will LOVE THAT!" "She'll make the most of it, I'm sure," Oliver agreed, grinning back. Frieda came pelting back with a whip in her hand; Oliver went "Ah!" and collected it from her. I went to the kitchen doorway, where Beth and Tara were paying more attention to events than what they were doing, and directed, "Finish up and get that stuff upstairs and set up and the kids into bed properly. Things may get loud; try to keep everyone on an even keel -- including Keisha." I got a chorus of 'Yes, Master's' and moved to follow Oliver to the study. I swear Vera's eyes bulged when she saw the whip; in my opinion, her fear of the thing was excessive -- and I've had my hide tanned a few times, so I know what it is capable of. Well, it couldn't hurt ... Oliver moved to stand over Vera, eyeing her. "This is a test. If you fail, I will leave marks on you with this for all to see. It will be extremely painful. Do you understand?" Vera's eyes were pools of fear as she gazed up at Oliver. "Yes, Master." "So tell me -- how many men have you slept with in your life?" Vera reeled as if she'd been slapped, and her eyes flicked to Frieda -- who shook her head no and drew her fingers across her lips mimicking a zipper. I schooled my features; Frieda had done the perfect thing -- she'd put the burden on Vera. Vera could assume that Oliver knew nothing and lie, or she could tell the truth; the ball was in her court. Oliver stood quietly waiting while Vera sweated visibly, then began to shake, watching his eyes. Finally, from a dry throat, she uttered, "I don't know, Master." "You don't know?" Oliver cocked his head. "Why not? I'm aware of four ... How many am I not aware of?" Vera hung her head. "I don't know, Master. Many. At the time, I didn't bother to count." Tears poured. "Fifty? A hundred?" Oliver prompted. "Somewhere between, I think," she husked. "Probably ... over sixty." "Probably over sixty. Possibly over seventy?" Oliver pressed. "Possibly." It was a whisper. "And this wasn't relevant? I didn't need to know this?" "It was another time, Master. Another Vera. When we met ... that Vera was gone." "Imprisoned, more like, wouldn't you say?" Oliver replied. "Chained up. Hidden away." "Yes." "And have you ever let her out?" Vera's head snapped up. "No, Master! Never once! Not since before we met!" "Until tonight." "Yes." Vera's head dropped again. "Until tonight." "Tonight is not under discussion," Oliver told her. "I was there, and I had a hand in it. Nothing will come of it. On the other hand, you withheld yourself from me for twenty-five years!" "I ... I..." Vera knelt there, eyes pleading, knowing there was no excuse. "You felt it necessary..." Oliver supplied the excuse. "Yes." "If you had been honest with me, we might have worked through it." Oliver chided. "I don't see how, Master." Vera hung her head. Then, unable to contain herself, she asked, "Who told?" I supplied the answer. "The back of the van wasn't secure enough -- there was an AI sensor package present. It thought the conversation relevant and brought it to our attention. You told on yourself." At the look on her face, I added, "If you would like, I can bring in the equipment and produce a playback. Your sisters in bondage didn't rat you out." I turned to Frieda. "Under the passenger seat of the van, there is a flat black case... ' "I believe you," Vera husked, waving it off. "Fortunately, I understand your position in this matter," Oliver told her. "However, the situation has changed; I'm told that I have multiple options with which to deal with it. That being the case, you will give of yourself without reservation to me and to anyone I should designate from this point on -- do you understand? If I choose to leave you unsatisfied, that is MY choice, not yours. Whatever measures I decide to take to ensure your satisfaction, you will cooperate with fully -- is that clear?" Vera gazed up at him, unable to comprehend how all this could help -- you could see it written on her face. "Yes, Master," she said dutifully -- but the fear remained... I want you to reveal everything," Oliver instructed her. "I want to see the slut in you. When I release you to do so, I want you to declare your needs so that I can see them fulfilled." "Master, I..." "If I catch you withholding yourself, I will beat you with this until you wish you had! Do you understand?" Oliver demanded, waving the riding crop. "Yes, Master!" Oliver grabbed a handful of her hair, but only to pull her against him. Vera crawled forward and stuck her face in his crotch, gratefully. It wasn't sex, it was comfort -- a place to hide her face. "I am aware that you have reservations..." he said quietly. "I ... I just can't ... see it working..." Vera husked. "You'll just have to trust me," Oliver replied. Vera nodded against his pants. Oliver stood there a moment, letting her gather herself, then grasped her hair and pulled her head back. "More questions. Have you had anal sex?" "Yes, Master." Despite her uncomfortable position, she managed to look sad. "What's wrong?" Oliver asked. "I would have liked to have given you that." Oliver let her rest her head again. "What's done is done." That said, he pulled her head back again. "Did you enjoy it?" "Usually. Many times." Vera admitted. "It's easy to be too rough back there, though." Oliver nodded and shifted his grip to alongside her neck, controlling her position with a thumb along her jawline. "How many women have you had sex with?" "What?" Vera's eyes popped. "Why, none!" It didn't take a lie detector to be able to tell that she was telling the truth. Frieda got my attention and pulled me down to whisper in my ear, "If this is going where I THINK it's going, we could use a vibrator!" "Do you have access to one?" I asked. "Beth has one in her nightstand." "Go get it," I directed, "Run!" Oliver continued the interrogation, "What, never?" "Never once, Master," Vera insisted. "I was stuck on cocks -- and there were plenty, once I got going. Girls ... stayed away." "Not even before you started with boys?" "Not even then. We ... came close a couple of times, a girlfriend and I -- but we never got there." I looked at Oliver. "Have you ever done any research on this?" Oliver nodded. "I'm aware. The Foundation collects data on such things so that no one is surprised in general. However, I've never approached Vera with this..." "May I?" I offered. "Please." "Vera," I began, "it is not unusual for concubines to find that after they've been through medical their libidos have been cranked up a notch or two. We may not see that with you, but then we're thinking that with you it's there in the first place. Now, Oliver has accepted a naval commission -- and that means that from time to time he may go out on a cruise. While he is gone, you and Oliver's other concubine may find yourselves to be somewhat wound up, if you get my meaning. That being the case, you can sit and twiddle your thumbs and stare at each other, or..." Vera blinked. "Oh." I nodded. "Exactly. It is generally an approved-of solution. Availing yourself of the services of another sponsor or a male concubine without Oliver's permission is generally NOT thought of as an approved situation. And like it or not, the AIs monitor EVERYTHING, and they would take notice -- and while they tend not to bother us with every little thing, Oliver would hear about that. The punishment for wandering around and handing out pussy to strange guys could be, well, life-threatening -- even life-terminating, if you get my drift." Vera eyed me. "So..." "So unless I miss my guess, Oliver plans to introduce you to the joys of cunnilingus," I finished. "It is one option at my disposal," Oliver noted. "There are others. For instance, I will be having my sexual performance augmented. I'm sure you can see how that might help with our little problem?" "Um, yes..." Vera nodded her head, her expression glazed. "How much?" "Whatever it takes," Oliver replied. "I'll need to have some left over for Britney." The AI muttered in my ear, 'Ouch!' I subvocalized. 'Merely a reaction to your input.' the AI reproved. 'Actually, it had... ' "Oliver? A moment?" I beckoned. Oliver disentangled himself from Vera. Frieda arrived at that moment. She had the sense to hide the vibrator; I took it from her and shoved it in my pocket surreptitiously. "Find a comfortable spot -- you're going to get your rug munched," I told her. "Kewl!" Frieda cast about and settled on Oliver's desk chair. I pursed my lips. "Oliver might not approve of that location." "Nonsense!" Oliver replied. "How many more times am I going to use it?" I shrugged. "It's your chair. I was thinking that a towel might be a good idea. Leather might pick up the smell." Oliver eyed me in amusement and replied, "It's a new day. I can think of worse smells..." I chuckled. "There is that..." I waved permission to Frieda, who plopped on the chair and scooted down, throwing her legs over the chair arms and exposing her virtually hairless mound. "Oh, Vera..." she sang, beckoning. Oliver turned to Vera. "You understand what is required? I'll be monitoring your progress." He whacked the riding crop against his leg. "Yes, Master." "Oh, Vera?" I added, "It's a mutual thing. When we decide that Frieda has had hers, you'll be occupying the top position." "Okay." I could tell that put a somewhat different complexion on things. Oliver and I watched as Vera approached Frieda, nerved herself, and began to lick and suck. "You had a thought?" Oliver turned his attention to me as Frieda erupted in her first moan. "Vera's issue is psychological. She has a poor self-image. And during her wild phase, she had multiple partners -- probably every time," I noted. Oliver grimaced. "Yes, that thought had occurred to me." "If she takes to females, that may resolve things," I offered, "but she was typically humiliated and abused by males. Frieda, for instance, is gifted at abuse and humiliation -- but she's female. If Vera needs multiple penetrations..." Oliver puffed out a breath. "I would rather not get into all that. If I needed it, I suppose I could find it..." "True." I nodded. "Prostitution, as such, doesn't exist in the colonies and sex being freely available, various options in the way of lifestyle adjustments and swinging are out there and limited to mutual agreement among sponsors -- note that I said SPONSORS. Concubines do as they're told by their sponsor. That said, there are any number of arrangements that you could make on a one-time or an ongoing basis." "What if I wanted to, say, keep it in the family? I was hoping that you might demonstrate an enhanced capability this evening, for instance, and ease her mind somewhat on that score. But if you are correct, I might require your assistance periodically..." Oliver said diffidently. "Any time I'm available, I'm sure I could fill in. That would justify a certain quid pro quo..." Oliver nodded. "Yes..." I could see his mind working. "Once they've settled in a bit, maybe you would like to have Beth give you a child?" I offered. "It would be ... ours, in that it would live with her..." Oliver shook himself. "You're ... too generous. And I'm too tempted by the idea. Let's wait a while before discussing that -- I need to get grounded and see if I can live with myself if I take you up on it." "Back to tonight, then," I replied, smiling. "I remind you that she's already had four..." Oliver nodded. "Yes, that's true. No doubt, she's been out of the swing of things for a while, so tonight has already been a challenge..." He eyed me closely. "She HAS, been out of it, has she not?" the AI supplied. "You're aware that I have a neural interface, correct?" I asked. "Yes." "The AI can monitor various bodily functions and uses my senses and implanted sensors to gather data. This can literally reproduce the functions of a lie detector -- only more accurately. The AI assures me that Vera has been faithful," I relayed. "OooooOOOOHHHH!!!! SHIT! SHIT! SHIT!!!!" Frieda howled and thrashed in the chair. Oliver and I both chuckled. I fished the vibrator out of my pocket. "Why don't you do this? You and Frieda work her over, using this to help out -- and if she looks to be too fresh when you run out of steam, send for me. But I don't have to tell you that I already have my work cut out for me..." I handed him the vibe. "This thing lasts forever, you know..." Oliver nodded. "Now, do you think?" "Yeah. Give her an incentive to keep Frieda on the ropes. Then use Frieda freely to wear her out as much as possible -- and if you can get her there, fuck her while she's exhausted. A little verbal abuse -- and a quick flick with that if she seems to be slacking off..." I pointed to the riding crop, "should keep her tuned. I'll save her a load for tomorrow night, since we don't have three interlopers coming." Oliver nodded, eyeing his concubine. "Yes..." "Err on the side of the outrageous, if you have to," I advised. "She'll be shocked at the time, but reassured later." Oliver straightened his cock in his pants knelt to one side and behind Vera. "Feel free to masturbate -- in fact, I insist..." The vibe began buzzing in his hand and I watched him run it along the crack of Vera's ass. "Do a good job..." Grinning, I let myself out. Oliver was going to have his hands full -- but I could virtually guarantee that Vera would be pliant in the morning. Whistling, I headed upstairs to check on the rest of my entourage. The bedroom where the children were housed was crowded, but quiet; a glance told me that baby Shawna was asleep, as was Elise -- and Abe was losing his fight with consciousness. I beckoned Beth out of the room. "Do you have any lubricant?" I asked her. "Sexual lubricant? KY, perhaps?" "I might..." Beth looked down and away and her face was red. "I've already seen the vibrator -- your mother is borrowing it. Or more properly, your father is borrowing it to use on her." I grinned as Beth covered her face. I kissed her on the neck. "You worry about the silliest things. Take the lube down to the study and deliver it to your father." "Oh, Gawd! I can't do that!" Beth gasped. "You WILL or I'll use that riding crop on your butt!" I insisted. "What's it going to be?" "I'll ... get the lube." "Your mother will no doubt thank you," I assured her. I followed her as she went into her room and raided what was no doubt the same bedside drawer that Frieda had surfaced the vibrator from, then went downstairs and gingerly entered her father's study. Vera was no longer eating Frieda; Frieda, looking exhausted, was holding Vera's head against her belly while Vera, still kneeling between her legs, moaned and squirmed under the attack of the vibrator in Oliver's hands. The vibe must have been a good one, because Vera seemed to be on the ropes already, moaning, "No ... Please ... No more ... I can't..." Beth minced up to her father and said diffidently, "Here, Daddy," holding out the bottle. Oliver looked up. "Oh, good. Pour a little on my fingers." While he was distracted, Vera tried to push the vibrator away -- another good sign that she was overloaded. I stepped in and grabbed the hand and gave it to Frieda, who got the hint and grasped her other wrist, too. Vera continued to wail, "Please ... Stop ... No more ... I can't ... do it ... any more..." Her pussy and asshole were both pulsing; she was either in continuous orgasm or maybe in the aftermath of one. About that time, Oliver, his middle finger wet with lube, timed her anal pulsations and pushed the digit straight into Vera's asshole to the second knuckle when the rubbery ring popped open! Vera's eyes bulged and she drew a breath and I snapped, "Frieda!" and put my hand over my mouth -- and Frieda covered Vera's in time to muzzle her scream; Vera went limp -- but not before her pussy absolutely gushed! "I think you got her attention, Oliver!" I chuckled. Oliver nodded tightly. "That will no doubt be a lesson in what I can and cannot accomplish," he remarked in satisfaction. "A recommendation?" I offered. "When she wakes up, use her. Get a blowjob or something. Get yours, and she doesn't get any." Oliver nodded. "Good plan." He pulled Vera's limp body off Frieda and nodded her out of the chair. "Good night." "Good night, Mr. H," Frieda got up and gave him a peck on the cheek as he rearranged Vera, placing her head and shoulders on the chair seat, then thought better of it and pushed the chair away and laid her out on the rug. Looking at me, she asked, "What are we doing tonight, Master?" I pursed my lips. "I'm doing Beth, for starters. After that, I'm not sure." "I think I've had mine," Frieda related. I nodded. "Okay." Turning to Oliver, I asked, "Are you done with the vibrator?" "Yes." Oliver retrieved it and examined it for a moment. It was a pink jelly item with lots of bumps and ridges. Handing it to Beth, he said, "Very effective." I detected a bit of fang in his smile. Beth blushed crimson. I laughed and waved her at the door and we headed upstairs. Vera: The night seemed to be never-ending! First, there was that bar -- I mean, we just sat back from dinner and had an orgy! Then I got wrung out worrying and telling Beth the sordid tale of her mother's teenage adventures as a fuck pig, and we moved on to collecting Tara's children and the black girl, Keisha -- Oliver making a point of showing me that I could be replaced by almost anything in the process. Then we got home and in the middle of the night I had to set up accommodations for five additional people, three of whom were young children! Thank God I had help! I was exhausted when Oliver called me into his study -- and I suddenly descended into Hell... Jack didn't seem to be instigating -- for once -- but he was there, along with Frieda. Oliver's tone when he delivered that first damning question made me wish I could curl up and die, right there, kneeling at his feet! The question was too pointed -- was it merely the result of my making a disgusting spectacle of myself with three different strangers at the restaurant, or had someone sold me out, relating my deepest, darkest secrets? Frieda was there, and she had a talent for torture, but when I looked at her, she indicated that she wasn't the source of Oliver's information. Was she lying? Was Oliver just guessing? Could I maintain the cover-up, or was this a trap? The look on Oliver's face when he threatened to beat me -- that wasn't the Ollie I was used to dealing with. I didn't even TRY to weasel my way out -- it wasn't going to happen. Somewhere in that thought process, I realized that the mere length of time I'd taken was an answer in itself, so I capitulated. Once started down the slippery slope, there was nothing to do but let it all gush out. I was scared to death of the possible results of my confession, but released by the process of making it. All I could do was put myself in the hands of the love of my life and hope... Oliver's attitude confused me. That godawful disgusting wallow with those men in the bar was irrelevant -- but the fact that I'd never given of myself fully had him angry. The fact that I fucked strangers in his presence -- more than one -- was forgivable because he had a hand in it, apparently, even though I made a disgusting spectacle of myself. But the fact that I'd hidden my nature from him -- lied -- withheld information -- THAT was what he was beside himself over! It was clear to me that my sordid past had been revealed -- and I had to know who betrayed me! Surely not Beth ... But then Jack said that it had been one of those AI things, listening in the van, that had delivered the tipoff. I didn't believe him, of course -- what AI? But when he offered to go out and return with a complete recording of my confession, I realized from looking into his eyes that he wasn't bluffing. I had condemned myself... Curiously, when I thought the whole thing was building to a climax that would end in my being banished from his sight at the very least, Oliver subsided, noting that he realized that I had done what I thought best. I wasn't forgiven, but it was an acknowledgement of extenuating circumstances. But then the demands began. I was to reveal myself, display my true nature -- release the bonds on my sexuality. How on Earth was the exposure of the fact that I was a total slut -- a fuck-pig -- going to help our relationship? The vision of the future I saw before me was black and ugly -- but I had no choice in the matter; Oliver made that clear. He seemed to think that he could supply my needs, one way or another... Then he moved on to more questions. When he asked about anal sex, I was saddened. I knew it was of particular interest to him -- and I'd had that hole plundered in my slut-pig phase, just like the other two, so I couldn't offer him ANYTHING that was his alone -- and now he knew it. The question about girls took me totally by surprise; frankly, it had never seriously occurred to me to practice anything sexual with a girl after I started having sex with guys. Jack's explanation made sense -- but it opened up an ugly side issue. If Oliver were to go away for a time and I gave in to my nature, it would be detected -- and the punishments went right up the scale to death! It was another reason NOT to unlock that door -- but Oliver wasn't taking no for an answer! I was in deep, deep water... ------- Chapter 23 Vera: But once the subject was broached, we moved right to action. Frieda -- being Frieda -- took great delight in beckoning me forward to her obscenely splayed crotch as she draped her legs over the arms of Oliver's office chair. Oliver, wielding that little whip for emphasis, made it clear that I needed to do my best -- but Jack added a carrot to the stick by telling me that Frieda was obligated to return the favor. It, well, it really wasn't bad. Frieda's pussy is almost hairless; she just has some blonde down -- nothing coarse at all -- so that wasn't an issue. I loved having my pussy sucked, so I really had no excuse, anyway -- and the taste wasn't bad. Frieda was vocal and she bounced and thrashed, but she didn't grab my head and mash me into her pussy -- something I'd done with Ollie a few times -- for which I was grateful. Having her react like that brought a certain sense of accomplishment, too, that was somewhat akin to what I got from the approval of a guy when I gave a good blowjob or a good fuck, way back when ... Maybe Oliver was right; maybe I could substitute this for guy action, sometimes. What I feared was what Oliver would say or do if it became apparent that I still needed more than one guy... Frieda's first orgasm was entertaining, really! She undulated in the chair and wailed "OooooOOOOHHHH!!!! SHIT! SHIT! SHIT" and her pussy got really juicy -- I had to hold her little butt in place so I could keep licking, and I knew that working her clitty while she was in the sensitive aftermath was driving her nuts, but I was feeling a little sadistic and enjoying feeling her jump at the touch of my lips and tongue. The men got a chuckle out of it, which warmed me, too. Then Oliver knelt behind me and began supervising and directing -- and seeing to MY arousal... "Feel free to masturbate -- in fact, I insist," he breathed in my ear. I'd never masturbated in his presence -- well, a few times when he was sound asleep in the dark under the covers -- but never in his sight ... It was ... racy -- embarrassing, but I tingled all over at the idea. Then he started rubbing that vibrator along the crack of my ass and down underneath to my vulva... I had a vibrator -- an old-school, hard-shell type. This one was jiggly and had bumps and ridges and I was in no position to see it, but I knew it had to be a representation of a big, fat, gnarly cock! There was such a difference in the feel of it as he rubbed it along my ass and my open gash -- my pussy lips popped open the moment my fingers touched my clitty, so the thing slid right along my groove. My attention drifted from what my mouth was doing to what my hands and his were doing until something drew a line down my back and Oliver admonished me, "Pay attention to your work!" -- and I realized that it was probably that whip! I went back at Frieda, but it was so hard to concentrate ... Oliver started pressing and rubbing the bulbous head of that fat rubber cock against my opening and the vibrations seemed to go everywhere -- along my labia to my clitty, which rang like a gong, and across my belly and up to my chest, making my nipples buzz. I started mindlessly sucking Frieda's clitty and she howled and thrashed and held my head and gushed all over my chin and neck, then collapsed, pulling my head forward onto her belly, panting, "No more..." My vagina dilated, and Oliver wormed the vibrator inside until the bulbous head was seated, then worked it back and forth -- and I felt an orgasm coming. It would be a hard one -- a hammering flash of my raw nerves, not the same kind of thing I got with a cock in me. My nerves were in overdrive, and my pussy reminded me as an undercurrent to the jagged pleasure that I'd been used hard several times already tonight. Oliver removed the vibrator from my vaginal opening and drew it back along my tingling ass, then slid it forward to touch my fingers working at my clitty, imparting its vibration to them. I saw stars! If I hadn't been kneeling, I'd have fallen. The orgasm was every bit as intense as I'd expected it to be, and I convulsed and hunched and moaned into Frieda's belly while she caressed my face and hair. Oliver was every bit as sadistic as I had been -- if not more so! The vibrator's mechanical attack was unrelenting; I couldn't escape it as Oliver manipulated it, moving it here and there and presenting new sensations all over the now raw nerves of my sensitive pussy. I never really got to recover; I went from the aftermath of the first orgasm straight into a second ... I began to beg and plead for release from the torment, the agony of pleasure. My stomach and thighs clenched and rippled and I began to feel exhaustion from the sensory overload. Oliver didn't let up; he kept teasing my pussy, causing it to tense and flutter. I heard a new voice as I babbled and pled for release, and recognized Beth, standing there; I couldn't focus on her, so I had no idea why she was there -- except maybe to add to my humiliation and embarrassment. Another orgasm arrived, unannounced -- then suddenly, something slid into my ass! My ass clutched the intruder, my pussy clamped down and I screamed into a hand that was suddenly there, over my mouth... And I passed out, overloaded. When I awakened, I could barely move; it felt as though I had cramps in every muscle. I was lying on the rug; Oliver was there, next to me, his hand idly rubbing my belly and one of my jugs, occasionally pinching a nipple gently. I opened my eyes and groaned and he said, "You're awake. Good." Then he stood and unceremoniously dropped his pants, exposing his cock, which was at full extension and pulsing, bouncing up and down with his pulse. He seated himself in his office chair and picked up the whip, poking me with it. "Get up. Service me." Never in twenty-five years had he used that tone with me. I was shocked and scared -- and titillated. The whip flicked over me again, not quite a strike. "Now!" he demanded. I rolled up on shaky legs and crawled to him and he grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled my face to his cock. "Do it right!" I opened my mouth and he dragged my head into his lap, poking his cock deep into my open mouth. I resurrected my one-time skill at deep throat. I had no choice; he would settle for nothing less! I had to remember how to take a cock deeply like that, and he didn't give me time to do so -- on the very first stroke, his glans poked my tonsils. Oliver made demands -- and accepted no excuses. This wasn't gentle Ollie, the man I'd trained to do nice things to me. This wasn't the sophisticated intellectual I'd married. This was a new person -- and uncompromising individual who put me through my paces with no concern at all over my feelings or pleasure. I felt that whip on my back three times in the next couple of minutes, two gently and one fierce stroke when I let my teeth drag along his shaft. "You KNOW better!" he snapped, and my mouth opened in an 'O' of shock and he shoved his glans in my throat even as I did so! What did I do? I got serious about it! I gave my very best blowjob! I gave him things I'd never even offered before, and pretended I was incapable of or sickened and repelled by. I swallowed around his cock as he buried it in my throat and I made love to his glans and his shaft with my lips and my tongue and I fondled his balls gently with my fingers and gently stroked his perineum -- and when he erupted in my mouth I swallowed his fluids greedily! And he spurned me, of course. When I'd sucked him clean of every drop of his semen, he pushed me away. "That's what you're capable of," he grated, "and I've been shortchanged." He got up and reached for his pants, then stood there, looking at them -- and I could almost see his thought process as he looked up as though assessing the collection of women in the house. Then he tossed them at me. "Carry those." He went to the door and turned back to look at me, then pointed at a spot behind him and to his right. "Right there." I got up and hurried over there. When I was in position, he pointed at the whip he'd left by the chair. "Go get that." I waddled my big ass over there and got the thing and hurried back. Oliver took it in one hand and put his hand on my chest and pushed me against the wall beside the door; the light switch poked my back, but my attention was DEFINITELY elsewhere. He leaned in and the look on his face was one I'd seldom seen at all, never mind directed at me -- he was seriously angry. "You've withheld yourself from me. I've never seen you express your pleasure properly and you've denied me the pleasures of your body -- things you've given to others. I'm angry about that -- make no mistake -- and I'm likely to STAY angry for, oh, the NEXT twenty five years, maybe?" He waved the whip in my face, close enough that the little tip thing created a draft under my nose and my eyes crossed to look at it. "You'd better behave yourself PERFECTLY and deny me NOTHING or I will use this on you until your brain short-circuits and you start getting pleasure from it!" His eyes bored into mine and he waited for several seconds, then pain exploded along the inside of my left jug as he flicked the whip against it. "Do you plan to acknowledge me?" "Yes, Master!" I blurted. Thank God I remembered to call him 'Master'! "Follow me." Oliver headed down the hall to the stair and up the stairs to the bathroom. At the door, he turned back and looked at me. "Did anyone ever use you as a urinal?" I blinked, rocked. "N-no..." "So that would be new, right?" "Y-yes..." He grinned evilly. "Don't tempt me." I realized that it might have been smarter to say yes ... If Oliver wanted to push the edge of my envelope bad enough, I was in for an experience I probably wouldn't like. As it was, I stood in the door watching him urinate and thinking about it, which may have been the purpose of the exercise. I really hadn't made a habit of watching Oliver urinate; it was a learning experience, of a sort. Oliver finished and moved on to his bedtime rituals and I couldn't have been happier -- I was EXHAUSTED! I took care of mine once he was in bed. There were sounds -- sex sounds -- coming from Beth's room -- and unlike the night before I only wondered vaguely who Jack had with him besides Beth. I was sated. I got into bed and snuggled up to Oliver and he opened one eye and said "Naked," so I got out of bed and removed my nightgown and got back in and cuddled up again, and he said, "Better." That was it. Usually, I listen to him snore for a bit before falling off, but I think I went straight out. And I slept like a baby. Oliver: I amazed myself. Vera amazed me first, however. First, there was the whole incident at that restaurant/bar with Major Howard and the two unknown males. The Major was my fault -- or Jack's -- or both of us. And having him sex Vera was DEFINITELY my fault; I was distracted by lust for my own daughter and irritated with Vera in general and excuses wouldn't be difficult to come by. When Frieda and Tara announced that Vera 'wasn't done' however, that was a surprise; I'd never known Vera not to be 'done' -- or perhaps as 'done' as she was going to get, anyway -- before that night. Clearly, however, she was agitated -- I'd never seen her even masturbate, and there she was blindly trying to fist herself! I, of course, was unable to help, having just poured a cataclysmic orgasm into my own daughter's mouth. I was confused and rattled and distracted by guilt at the unholy joy I'd gotten from performing an absolutely forbidden act with Beth -- Jack's protestations that the whole incest issue was irrelevant aside, my personal beliefs had yet to be rearranged and THEY said I'd done something forbidden! Having the two strangers scratch Vera's itch seemed to make sense at the time, but the more I thought about it, the more I wondered just where that itch had come from! It certainly hadn't been a feature of her sex with me! Vera's revelations in the van on the way to Tara's were shocking and left me upset, disturbed. At the time I was numb from the shock and couldn't describe how I felt beyond that. My wife of twenty-five years, the mother of my children, the woman who introduced me to sex LIED about her preferences and concealed the breadth and depth of her sexual experience from me! All through our marriage, I'd played by her rules, lived within her sexual limitations -- and in reality, those limitations did not exist, except as a means of controlling me! I couldn't get a grip on the depths of the betrayal, but already when Jack invited me to assist in his inspection of Keisha I got a perverse pleasure out of tweaking Vera's nose that had its basis in resentment. When we got home, I could contain myself no longer, despite Jack's obvious preference in the matter. I had to deal with the situation; in particular, I had to see if Vera was going to lie to my face if directly confronted! I honestly do not know what I would have done if she had knelt there and lied to me; it was bad enough that she even considered it -- and she did. Her concern over who might have outed her was also ... irritating. I think she was surprised that the events of the evening were not an issue -- but I carried too much of the burden of guilt for them to hold her liable... The urgent question was, "what have I been missing?" For twenty-five years, Vera and I had engaged in rather pedestrian, vanilla sex -- and now I knew that our whole reason for never doing anything exciting or adventurous was to keep Vera on a sexual diet bland enough to keep her from showing me her true colors! During the peak of my sexual prowess, I'd lived in a little box bounded by her reported squicks and preferences -- and her entire close-minded, hung up attitude had been an ACT! I'd been ROBBED! It became a matter of some urgency with me that Vera reveal the full breadth and depth of her slutty side. I had to know what she was really like when she let herself go and enjoyed herself to the fullest. Arguably, this was morbid curiosity -- especially if, as Jack pointed out to me, she was only capable of attaining her highest peaks (or sinking to her lowest depths, if you tended to view it in that manner) in the presence of several males. It didn't matter; I was prepared to deal with it, in the near term, at least. Both Major Howard and Jack assured me that my sexual performance could be improved to a level that would support Vera and possibly several other women, one on one. If that were the case and Vera STILL required multiple penetrations, at least the pain of cuckoldry would be offset by the knowledge that it wasn't a functional issue on my part. The questions I asked resulted in sometimes disappointing answers; the question regarding anal sex, for instance. Even Vera expressed sadness that she could not offer me the first use of her anus. In the meantime, Jack presented another option. While there were no guarantees, Vera's possible requirement for a number of lovers exceeding one might be dealt with by other women, after the Sapphic manner. This seemed a worthy experiment -- and fully justified -- so I decided to make use of Frieda. This went well; apparently Vera had no reservations about delivering cunnilingus -- but then, the REAL Vera apparently had few reservations of ANY type! But Frieda never got to reciprocate. One of my helpers -- Frieda? -- produced a vibrator. I'm pretty sure it was Frieda, because Jack had no reason to possess a pink jelly vibrator in the shape of a penis, even though he was the one to hand it to me. As Jack said when he offered it, "This thing lasts forever, you know..." It lasted plenty long enough to reduce Vera to a quivering mass of over-sensitized nerve endings -- and I got a sadistic kick out of driving her right to the wall with it! But the coup de grace was a finger, covered in lubricant thoughtfully provided by Beth at Jack's request, inserted in Vera's rectum while she was already in the throes of an orgasm. I had never, EVER caused her to faint from pleasure until that moment ... or even come close! Jack and Frieda left while Vera was still unconscious -- but Jack left with a final recommendation. And since he'd been right, again and again, I gave it due consideration and decided it had merit. Quite simply, when Vera awakened, I decided to use her as a 'fuck toy' -- without regard for her pleasure. She wasn't out long -- maybe a couple of minutes. I enjoyed myself exploring her belly and breasts, occasionally pinching a nipple. When her eyes opened, I said, "You're awake. Good." And then I cleared the decks for action by getting out of my trousers and seating myself in my chair. Since she was still loafing on the rug when I had finished my preparations, I picked up the riding crop and poked her with it and gave her her instructions: "Get up. Service me." The look on her face was priceless; I was tempted to smile, but something else made it easy for me to avoid it -- irritation. I was reminded that the possibility of our doing this kind of thing had been there all along -- and it had been withheld from me. Irritation and impatience led me to flick at her again with the riding crop and add, "Now!" When she crawled to me, those same emotions caused me to grab a handful of her hair and use it to impale her mouth with my erection! I don't know where it came from, but I was consumed with a desire to use her cruelly -- and I gave in to it, forcing her to take my penis to choking depth while insisting that she 'do it right!' It came to me that if she had sucked the number of cocks that she claimed, deep throat had to be a part of her repertoire -- and she owed ME nothing less! I abused her and I demanded a proper performance and would accept nothing less -- and enforced my requirements with the riding crop on a couple of occasions. And Vera delivered that performance, with only a couple of minor tuning flicks of the crop! In a word, her effort at fellatio was superlative; I enjoyed it as I have enjoyed few things sexual. It also made me violently angry! Vera could have done this for me on any given day at virtually any point in our relationship -- and she had chosen not to. I knew her reasons, and I understood why she considered them sufficient -- but I did NOT and forgiveness was not in me! Not then; not that night. So when she finished the most amazing sex act we had ever participated in, I thrust her from me, rasping, "That's what you're capable of -- and I've been shortchanged." I got up and collected my trousers and thought to put them on -- but then it occurred to me that every adult woman in the house was a concubine, and if they hadn't seen a man's reproductive organs by now, they were in for a rude awakening in short order! I tossed them at Vera, snarling, "Carry those!" and headed for the door. When I got there, though, it occurred to me that I was not training my worthless slut of a concubine properly -- so I turned and instructed her in where she should walk to heel me, like a bitch dog. When she'd arranged herself, I suddenly realized that I was missing my training instrument, so I sent her back for the riding crop. Theoretically, I shouldn't have been able to fault the alacrity with which she fetched the crop -- but I was irrationally angry, so it just didn't matter that she'd moved her wide ass pretty rapidly there and back! When she returned, I slammed her against the wall and lectured her on her failures and shortcomings! "You've withheld yourself from me. I've never seen you express your pleasure properly and you've denied me the pleasures of your body -- things you've given to others. I'm angry about that -- make no mistake -- and I'm likely to STAY angry for, oh, the NEXT twenty five years, maybe?" I waved the crop in her face, knowing that she feared it; her face was comical as her eyes crossed to track it, but I was in no mood for laughter! "You'd better behave yourself PERFECTLY and deny me NOTHING or I will use this on you until your brain short-circuits and you start getting pleasure from it!" I threatened. She stared at me, frozen, for several seconds, but said nothing -- and I expected a response, so when I didn't get it I used the crop on her, smacking the inner surface of her left breast. The strike wasn't going to even leave a mark, but it hurt and it crystallized her attention. "Do you plan to acknowledge me?" I grated. "Yes, Master!" Vera fell all over herself to get it out! THAT pleased me -- having her finally evince the proper fear and respect ... I had her heel me up the stairs and turned to the bathroom. At the door, a thought occurred to me; she was a slut, was she not? "Did anyone ever use you as a urinal?" I asked. She blinked, clearly surprised. "N-no..." I was almost as surprised that she hadn't, but her expression was genuine. "So that would be new, right?" "Y-yes..." I deliberately produced an evil grin. "Don't tempt me." She watched me urinate; I could tell she was tasting it in her mind. I got a kick out of it. It was bedtime, and I'd accomplished everything I could expect to, so I went ahead and brushed my teeth and flossed and made my other preparations, then released Vera to make hers. Jack was sexing someone in Beth's room; well, he only had four candidates ... I'd had plenty that night, anyway. I got into bed. Vera came in a few minutes later and got in bed wearing a nightgown. That was unacceptable. I opened one eye and said, "Naked." Vera didn't argue; she took the damned thing off and got back into bed. When I felt her bare breasts against my back, I vouchsafed another word: "Better." After that, I went to sleep. I would likely need my strength in the morning... Jack: By the time Beth and I left her parents in the study, I was well-primed and ready. Frieda had apparently gone and taken up residence in the room that had once belonged to Beth's brother Travis, but my two newest concubines were wandering around in the hallway outside the room where the children were quartered, wondering what they should be doing. I collected them and the four of us entered Beth's room -- but we were a ways yet from settling down for the night! First, I had all three of them undress and I circled them, enjoying their bodies with my hands. Beth welcomed my touch and Tara was ecstatic -- but Keisha was nervous. Well, she wasn't going to need to become aroused on this particular night... There was a bench before Beth's dresser; I waved Keisha onto it and said, "Relax." Then I collected Beth in my arms and spread her on the bed and entered her almost immediately -- and rode her until she was exhausted and had thrown four orgasms before making a semen delivery. Tara thought I was done, but I disabused her of that notion. I racked her knees up to her shoulders and proceeded to give a command performance that probably lasted a half-hour and had Tara keening in ecstasy multiple times. Almost as entertaining was watching Keisha; she was bug-eyed before I was halfway done! When I finished with Tara, I WAS tired, so I sent Keisha off for a washrag and a towel. Neither Tara nor Beth was in any condition to do much; Tara was wasted and Beth was asleep. When Keisha returned, I had her clean me off; it was an opportunity for her to get familiar with the weapon that would take her cherry. She was reverent and careful -- and surprised when the hard, thick probe I'd used to bring two women to submission in succession softened and shrank. "I didn't plan to get wild tonight," I confessed softly, "But Beth's parents keep pushing the edge of the envelope..." "Do you gen'ly do two, three women a night like this?" Keisha asked. I thought about it. "Yeah, I guess I do." "Jeezus!" "Well, you wouldn't want to have to do without, would you?" I chuckled. "After listenin' to them?" Keisha retorted, "Hell no!" "We'll start easy, I promise. I just got a little carried away tonight." I muttered. "So did I!" Tara crooned. "To Heaven!" "Yeah, well..." She embarrassed me. "Time for bed. Roll over, Keisha." The teen turned her back to me and I pressed up against her, pushing my flaccid cock against the crack of her ass and reaching around to collect a handful of one of her huge titties. Tara crushed herself against my back, but, "Get the light, Tara," I directed. I was asleep before she returned to the bed. ------- Chapter 24 Jack: Friday morning, we were up early -- starting with little Shawna, who woke up disoriented and awoke several of us with her cries. Tara and Keisha handled the situation and Beth padded downstairs, nude, to start breakfast. While I was sampling the product of the coffee pot, Vera and Oliver put in an appearance. Vera was at her most compliant to date, but Oliver was angry. When I asked him what was wrong, he complained, "That little bitch! She lied to me and cheated me and robbed me -- the peak of my virility was spent catering to her whims..." "Oliver," I said, raising a hand to stop the tirade, "Next week you'll realize that the peak of your virility is still before you and you're merely older and wiser. Remember what she went through and what she was trying to accomplish. Who taught you sex, anyway?" "Well, she did -- but it was the Reader's Digest Condensed version." "And so you had who, exactly, before she came along?" I prompted. "Yes, yes -- I see your point. But I'm STILL angry!" "That won't hurt either of you any, since it will keep you in the right frame of mind," I assured him. "Just don't go overboard." Olive puffed out a sigh. "Fine. I don't think it will help either of us if I forgive her at this point." "Keep her under the thumb," I advised, "but remember moderation." Oliver growled and waved me off. Beth approached then, her eyes pools of worry, "Daddy..." "Shhh." Oliver then turned and barked, "Vera! Go lay out something for me to wear!" "Yes, Master!" Vera was off like a shot. "Come here, Princess." Oliver pushed back his chair from the table and turned it so Beth could sit on his lap -- which, frankly, was smaller than her ass. "Imagine if you will that you woke up one morning and discovered that the person you've been catering to for a long, long time and you thought you knew everything about has lied to you and misled you consistently throughout your entire relationship -- and that person had done things with not one but maybe sixty or seventy guys -- in groups -- that she told you she was too prudish to even think about! I committed myself to her -- and she withheld herself from me and lied to me!" Beth looked troubled. "I know she did, Daddy, but..." "I know, there were extenuating circumstances. I am aware of them. But she didn't trust me -- THAT's what hurts! Whether you like it or not, she owes me for that. And she owes me everything she ever gave to another." "She owes you that last, anyway," I pointed out. "I won't be able to stay angry at her," Oliver told his daughter, "Not the way I am right now. But while I AM this angry, I can teach her some new habits." "Well, all right, Daddy," Beth agreed. "Go take care of your man," Oliver told her, patting her on the ass. "We all have a big day ahead of us." Beth got up and headed for the stove and began discussing what to feed the children with Tara and Keisha, and Oliver looked at me and said, "I grow long fangs when she sits in my lap naked. Why is that?" "She's naked and female?" I guessed. "There seems to be more to it than that." I shrugged. "There is a compulsion to do something naughty in all of us. You've been conditioned to think it is naughty and you know it would be pleasurable, so..." "What do I do about it?" I shrugged. "It will go away, or it won't. You're a healthy male and you love her -- either one is enough to spark a little lust. The situation has changed; the only real controlling factor is the fact that she belongs to me -- and I'm aware of the situation. Permission -- or forgiveness, if it occurs spontaneously -- is a given. You may get over it because it isn't naughty enough anymore -- or you may not..." Changing the subject, I said, "Vera seems subdued..." "I was rough on her after you left," Oliver related. "And the rougher I got, the better she got. And that made me angry, because it made it so clear how much she'd been holding out on me. She owes Major Howard a REAL blowjob." "Oh?" Oliver actually snarled! "The little bitch deep throats -- and swallows." I nodded. "Okay. I begin to see why you would be pissed." This wasn't going to be fixed in a day -- or even two. The good news was that Vera was going to find her place redefined to somewhere within the norms of her new environment -- and had reason to learn to deal with it. She was in the doghouse and she'd gotten there all by herself... It occurred to me that we probably didn't want to run Oliver and Vera's daughters off right away, so I had a word with Tara and Keisha, confirming that they were happy with their lot and instructing them to go back to their homes and collect a limited wardrobe and come on back. Then I copped feels of all of my on-site women and got in the van and headed for the school. Beth and Frieda and I had made some plans for a dramatic exit from the grocery and a similarly dramatic entrance at home, but Tara and Keisha would be on-site all day, and might have to look decent (well, be clothed) at some point. At the school, we were in countdown mode. There was a little cleanup with students who had been genuinely out sick and we were putting in several transport pads in different locations to handle the flood while doing the usual 'family day' preparation as cover. The Marine support team and two AIs were monitoring communications for any indications that we were going to have Earth First troubles; the Marines would pull out and leave it to the AIs at fourteen hundred to begin final prep for the Brinkman Foundation extraction. Not that it was absolutely necessary, I tested transport from all pads to the eight transport rooms on the Valhalla, then hung out there to drill the crew -- all Fleet Auxiliary people -- on how things were going to be -- as if I knew ... This was going to be HUGE and we were going to have to do most of the sorting out aboard the Valhalla, rather than on the surface; about the only question that would be asked on the ground would be, "Do you want to go?" We would be screening for weapons at the school entrances -- with a lot more sophisticated equipment than usually got used -- but people did weird shit in big crowds and killing someone with bare hands could be easy. There were 48 'holding rooms' on the single deck of the Valhalla we were putting to use, each overwatched by the AI and a crew member who had access to automated stingers. The AI couldn't shoot anyone -- but it could alert the crewman and provide automatic targeting; all the crewman had to do was press the 'Fire' button on the console. What we WANTED to do -- what we HOPED we could do -- was apportion out concubines to sponsors in more or less family groups. What we EXPECTED to have to do was accept a large number of males who were not of sponsor grade directly under the control of the Support Directorate -- which meant that rather than having an owner, they would be responsible to someone in the Civil Service hierarchy. We hoped to provide growth and promotion opportunities and perhaps a type of limited citizenship -- but the whole thing could turn into a penal colony without the proper focus and we knew it. And of course the general intent was for all female concubines to be actively apportioned to sponsors, as leaving large quantities of them with non-sponsor-grade males meant more non-sponsor-grade offspring and ultimately a population group that could cause us major headaches. There were all kinds of issues to be addressed, such as stresses and proper support and ensuring that the needs of these males, in particular, were fulfilled so they didn't turn into a disaffected thorn in our sides -- an obvious one of which was feminine companionship and sexual release. The initial plan for this involved concubines already in the Civil Service pool for being 'undesirable' in one manner or another -- usually an issue with handling authority or a mismatch with the sponsor who picked them up, but sometimes as punishment for anything from being cantankerous up through some actual crimes. A tour with the 'bad boys' -- which would NOT end if they ended up pregnant, because they would be on contraception -- seemed a sensible punishment for problem females and it would provide these permanently unattached males with an outlet. Homosexual activity was looked at, with concerns stemming from how it sprang up in penal systems -- and how much of it was coercive. Homosexuals among the sponsor community, male and female, tended not to be a serious issue, even on the subject of procreation. Most could bring themselves to suffer through heterosexual sex on isolated occasions, purely for the purpose of fulfilling the requirement for offspring, and Confederacy medicine helped them minimize this by ensuring that the female was more than adequately prepared for conception by enhancing the ovulation to ensure that the egg was almost ready to fertilize itself. The Confederacy allowed this, but didn't go much further; you would think that they would have advanced stuff like uterine replicators or something, but apparently the consensus was that that way led directly to the door marked 'Eugenics Project' and they'd passed laws forbidding it. Offspring were to be gestated the 'old fashioned way, ' whatever that meant to the individual species involved. I'd read about Darjee sexuality during an idle moment; their particular outlook led them to understand the concept of 'host mother, ' for instance, as one of their sexes basically carried the offspring to term then handed it off to the 'mother'. We had to explain the complications involved in the fact that in humans those roles were combined, and it led to there being two 'mothers' in competition for the right to nurture the child... But I digress. Lesbians could prepare themselves for an isolated sex act with a male, as a rule -- particularly if their desire for pregnancy was ramped up enough. Homosexual males could do the same thing; in the extreme, either sex might need to be hypnotically prepared, but it was possible. Most might consider it distasteful -- but possible. Therefore, we generally had few problems with sponsors who were homosexual. But in an environment where there was a dearth of females, homosexual activity tended to spring up in males -- not because they WERE homosexual, but because they had no other outlets. Monitoring in colony settings is omnipresent, which would tend to prevent rape, but again, human monitoring was required because human intervention was required -- AIs having limitations on the employment of weaponry -- and unfortunately you have to watch the guardians, too, in some institutional settings. Prison rape occurs because the guards are either inattentive, look the other way or actively encourage it and take part. We didn't so much care if it happened, we just wanted it consensual... That was probably the worst of the issues we had identified in accepting large quantities of people who couldn't be citizens but had no support structure. Fortunately, on Nuevo Angelino, the Support Directorate had been in place for some time and was well integrated into the colony support structure, so even though they didn't have 'families', we could put these people to work and handle some of their basic needs. Maybe the big takeaway you should get from this is that we had plans -- but we didn't know how well they were going to work. This was all new; the approved formula had most of the bugs shaken out of it, but just collecting EVERYBODY was a new wrinkle. Using Fleet Auxiliary personnel was also a new wrinkle; as I reminded them in briefings, "We're relying on history, here. People expect Marines at pickups. They expect you to be bigger, stronger and faster than they are, and they expect you to put down trouble before it starts. You're all stronger and faster, if not bigger, and you CAN put down trouble -- but we're planning on those expectations assisting you in your efforts." Oliver: I still wasn't feeling particularly charitable Friday morning, despite the fact that Vera was absolutely clingy in bed. Both Jack and Beth made shift to remind me that Vera had her reasons for her behavior; I was well aware of this, but continued to be stung by the implications. Did that mean I was going to dispense with Vera? No. Did it mean that I was going to punish her for her duplicity? Absolutely! Eventually -- probably in relatively short order -- my anger would dissipate -- but our relationship would never be the same. Since it wasn't going to be in any case, both Jack and I saw this as an opportunity to adjust Vera's behavior while I was prepared to be vigilant and exacting in the control of it -- something I really hadn't been prepared for before. The total erosion of her confidence would help with this, too -- she was now well aware that she was on thin ice. Before leaving, I went over preparations with Vera again, standing over her naked, kneeling form holding the riding crop and gently tapping her on the shoulder with it to keep her ever-mindful of the threat. Jack's newest concubines would assist in preparations, as Beth and Frieda had been instructed to go to work more or less as usual; while there was plenty to do, there was also more than adequate support on hand. Neither of my daughters was expected before my return, but one never knew, so we discussed scenarios involving an early arrival of Maureen, early arrival of Judith -- with or without her spouse -- or both. It would have amused me to have Vera greet them at the door nude -- but if Jack and I were not present, it would present a security issue, so I instructed Vera to throw something on when answering the door. Jack's efforts were not to be compromised; he had bent over backwards for my family and I would not endanger him or his mission selfishly! Taking my leave of the women, I made my way to the Brinkman Foundation for the final time -- in its current form, at least. I couldn't work; I ended up collecting some packing boxes and surreptitiously packing the contents of my desk and my files for transport. There was one other issue, though... I waited until after lunch, but honor would not allow me to trick Britney into anything. I actually called Jack -- it took several attempts, and later I determined that the reason for this was the fact that at the time he was in orbit, but I managed to put the problem to him and get his permission to deal with it as I saw fit, which released me from my implanted inhibitions. A bit after one o'clock, then, I hunted her down... "Miss Shelton, could I speak to you privately? In my office?" Britney frowned a bit and took off her glasses. "Certainly, Doctor." She followed me to my office under the eyes of several others. Once inside, I didn't seat myself, but rather merely turned before my desk and said "Close the door, please." She did so. The partition was partly glass; I had the option of closing the blinds -- which would start a whispering campaign -- or hoping that none of the witnesses was an accomplished lip reader. "Is something wrong?" "No, but the situation has changed, and it would be dishonorable of me not to inform you," I replied. "Is there a problem at home?" I grinned ruefully and replied, "Several -- but they are of a nature that would tend to cement your position. No, the issue exists here..." "All right..." "Could we reposition a bit?" I asked. "I can't close the blinds and I also can't have someone lip-reading me." Britney pulled a folder across the top of my desk and rotated it and opened it, bending down to pretend to examine the contents. "How's this?" "Brilliant." I joined her. Moving up beside her and pretending to examine the paperwork, I murmured, "In a bit under two and a half hours, a Confederacy Marine detachment will arrive to evacuate the Foundation -- staff, files, and dependents -- everything -- to a ship in orbit and thence to a colony world." "How do you know this?" "It is a long, convoluted story. But my information is absolutely accurate -- it will occur. The Foundation will be vacant by five o'clock." "Why are you telling me?" "Because I could not take you from here under the impression that your only hope of leaving the planet was to become a part of my entourage -- you will be extracted in any case. Thus you commitment to me is ... subject to review and revision." "You don't want me?" "I didn't say that. I said that you need not sell yourself to me in order to leave this place." I realized suddenly that I was entering a minefield... "I see. Has it occurred to you that escape might not be my only concern?" Britney asked archly. Yes, that was definitely a tripwire in contact with my shin. But I hadn't yet applied any pressure... "Never by word or deed have you indicated that your motives were anything other than an acknowledgement of the latent possibility of a more serious personal relationship between us. Yesterday, when we moved forward toward actualization of that relationship, the current situation did not exist; I was dealing with you in good faith. However, the situation has changed, and honor precludes me from deceiving you in this matter, whether it is relevant to your decision process or not. Certainly, the possibility of your extraction has ALWAYS been a consideration of mine..." Britney looked at me oddly. "The situation didn't exist, or you were unaware of it? You have some interesting intelligence sources, Doctor." "It didn't exist," I replied. "I ... triggered it." THAT got raised eyebrows. "My sources are impeccable. They're ... family, more or less." I thought about it. "Actually, I DID misrepresent myself yesterday. You see, had this evening gone well, you would not have returned here -- or to your apartment. By Monday, you would have been in orbit in any case." Britney's eyebrows went up a second time, and I began to hope that my retreat from the minefield had been successful. "So what has changed, exactly?" Britney asked. Damn! Another tripwire? Or had I actually stepped on something? "I guess that it would be accurate to say that you now have a safety net; even if you find that myself or my family present insuperable issues, you will still be extracted and will continue to hold your current position at the Foundation." Was this the proper approach? There was a pause, then Britney said softly, "Doctor, when are you going to stop exercising your vocabulary and do something romantic?" I had an answer for that. "When I'm certain of you. When you've formally accepted my sponsorship. Until then, this is an unsanctioned office affair in the making, and you have the option of withdrawal." She shook her head, smiling, and I knew that I had probably jumped from the frying pan into the fire. "And if I said yes right now?" "There is no one present who could record it," I replied. "Besides, you REALLY should see what you're getting into." "Is your wife going to be... ?" "The wishes of my other concubine are irrelevant in this matter," I burst out, "and she is aware of that fact!" Britney's face reflected her surprise, "My goodness!" "Sorry," I apologized. "I am ... irritated with Vera -- something else she is well aware of!" "So you ARE capable of emotion!" Britney tittered. "Yes." I was unable to control my agitation. "In large quantities, apparently. The one at the top of the list is unseemly, however." Britney's hand covered mine on the desktop. "Tell me." "Not here." I made to remove my hand. Britney did not allow it. Instead, she took off her glasses and reached up to cradle my cheek. "Fuck them. It doesn't matter, anyway." She drew my face to hers and planted a kiss on my lips. "There -- that will give them something to do until three-thirty." She tugged my captive hand. "Let's sit on the couch and you can tell me what's bothering you." A glance through the blinds told me that we were undone; there were at least three pair of startled eyes looking back. My anger had opened a door, and Britney had just walked right on in ... She pulled me to the couch that sat against the office wall under the windows that had revealed our budding relationship and sat caressing my hand, gazing into my eyes. "Now tell me." "I would have, tonight." "I know -- but I think it is better done here." So I did it. I poured out my tale of deception and manipulation and abused trust, and my anger and betrayal. And I did not fail to reveal how it had triggered my abusive behavior. I wasn't proud of myself -- but it hadn't stopped me from dealing out punishment and abuse... "There are other ... ugly things..." I finished; I'd managed not to mention exactly how all of this had come about and I'd managed not to mention my tryst with Beth... "No wonder you're angry!" Britney murmured. "Given that she is now a concubine, what you've done to her probably comes under the heading of a measured response!" "Yes, well, she had her reasons," I muttered back. "Eventually, I will forgive her; I have too much of me invested. But for now..." "For now, it's payback time," Britney finished for me, "and it will be until you get it out of your system!" "Exactly," I agreed. "I've already displayed an amount of ugliness that I really didn't think myself capable of. You may want to rethink associating with me." "You're only human," Britney insisted. "Frankly, I'm pleased to see that your detachment can be broached occasionally." She caressed my cheek again. "You said there was more?" The phone hadn't rung and no one had disturbed us -- and frankly, I wondered why. I stood and looked out the window; several people were head down, but there were sidelong glances... "I could relate the entire tale, but I wonder if I shouldn't alert the Director, first. That would give you some of the background..." I looked away. "Some of it is extremely embarrassing..." Britney took my hand. "Oliver, the answer is still yes. In fact, it is yes more than ever!" "Very well. Come with me, then." We exited my office hand in hand and proceeded up the hall to the Director's office. Peggy, Dave Chambers' assistant, observed that connection with a birdlike gaze as she said, "Yes, Doctor?" "I need to see the Director, immediately," I told her. "And you need to clear his calendar for the afternoon." Her eyes said, 'Oh, really?' and accused me of being a self-important little martinet, but she said, "One moment," and picked up the phone. "Doctor Chambers? Doctor Hopkins wishes to see you urgently. He and Miss Shelton are here now. Apparently, it's an item of some moment..." Her voice carried some irony. I said nothing about Peggy's attitude, well aware that she dealt with a couple of my colleagues who had inflated egos on a regular basis. On the other hand, I'd never abused the Director's time or attention ... She looked up and said, "Go right in." I smiled ruefully at Britney; undoubtedly, Peggy thought that I was about to disturb the Director with a description of my love life. Well, it might keep her from discovering the truth too early... "Oliver." Dave Chambers' eyes settled on our linked hands. "Ms. Shelton. How may I help you?" "I felt it prudent to alert you to an issue of some importance," I said quietly. "Not this..." I indicated our linkage. "While it is important to me and to Britney, it is less than important to the Foundation." "What is it then?" "The Confederacy Marine detachment charged with the evacuation of the Foundation arrives at three-thirty." Doctor Chambers rocked back in his chair, his eyes wide. "Did I hear you correctly? There will be an extraction?" "Yes, Doctor. It is scheduled to begin at three-thirty and be completed by five. Use of our alert notification system has been specifically authorized. All personnel, records and available dependents are to be retrieved." Dave leaned up and hit his intercom button. "Peggy, close your mouth and clear my calendar -- then get in here!" "Yes, Doctor!" the box squeaked. "How do you know this?" "I helped plan it," I related. "It's an odd tale and it begins with a certain Lieutenant in the Confederacy Navy that took a shine to my eldest daughter, for reasons that are STILL unclear to most of us..." Dave blinked. "Beth?" "Beth," I confirmed. "This happened Monday evening, but we didn't get wind of it until Tuesday evening. In between, she took on concubine status. But these people are on the ground for an unrelated pickup -- a big one -- so she wasn't extracted. I was ... recruited ... Wednesday morning... (had it only been around two days?) solely based upon my CAP scores -- but when I mentioned where I worked yesterday evening, the extraction team shifted gears..." "That's ... quite a tale..." Dave Chambers scratched his brush cut. "You've no idea," I replied. "In any case, the Foundation is a target of opportunity -- but it IS a target. I thought we might cut the corner on some things by having you be forewarned." Dave nodded. "We can cut the corner on the whole surprise thing and move straight to the alert roster." "Exactly." Peggy came through the door, eyeing me almost fearfully. "Your schedule is cleared." "Good," Dave murmured. "Emergency meeting of department heads in my office, three-fifteen sharp. Pull out the alert roster. I want the first alerts going out as soon as the Marines arrive -- but not a moment before!" Peggy gulped. "Yes, Doctor." But she lingered... Dave eyed her. Peggy was somewhere around thirty, divorced, and had a three-year-old boy. She was a little thick, but not what I would call fat, and she had brown hair, usually done up in a bun, and eyeglasses. The cleavage was round and soft, like Vera's (and Beth's, for that matter). She usually wore a business suit or a nice blouse and skirt and businesslike chunky heels. She was the quintessential assistant -- which meant, no doubt, that she knew more of Dave Chambers' business than was healthy -- and wanted to know more... Dave and I went back to college, and I was willing to bet I knew something Peggy hadn't puzzled out. You see, Dave is bisexual -- and single, because that tends to be a bitter pill for a lot of women to swallow ... We were never roommates, but we were fraternity buddies and I'd provided moral support on a couple of occasions when either a male or a female paramour failed to make the cut. And there had been that one embarrassing incident when one of his roommates turned out to be very, very straight... The offer was made in silence; Dave sat back in his chair and pursed his lips. "I'm likely to be very demanding," he told her, "If you haven't done it, you will. Also, I have very broad tastes..." "I pay your credit card bills, remember?" Peggy said softly. "I've been to the Winking Moon..." Okay, so she did know... "And?" "You like girls, too, right?" "Broad-minded ones." "I'm broad minded." There was a long, ten-second pause. "Fine. Go take care of things." The deal was done. Dave turned to me, "That went well." I chuckled. "I'm surprised -- and I'm not." "I knew she loved me," Dave replied. "I didn't know she knew about the other thing." "It's one thing to know about it -- and another to put up with it," I observed. "This thing isn't marriage," Dave retorted. "She made her bed -- if there is an extra occupant or two, she'll HAVE to put up with it." He eyed me. "How is Vera taking all this?" "Let's just say she's in the same boat." Dave sat up, his interest piqued. "That doesn't sound like the Vera I know -- or the Oliver, for that matter." This wasn't the time or place to go into it. "Vera has disappointed me. She's in the doghouse." Dave took in my expression. "Strange days. Strange days indeed. And this?" Britney and I were still holding hands. "We've reached a tentative agreement." Dave nodded. The subject was closed. "Do you know anything about their plans for us?" I related what I knew from my conversation with Major Howard. Dave took notes. "Well, it looks like we won't need that grant after all," he mused. "Looks like it," I agreed. "I expect the new equipment will be a lot better than what we've been working with." "Lieberman is going to be upset that his interpretive genius is no longer required." "I suspect that we'll discover that he wasn't right nearly as often as he supposed," I replied. "If you don't mind..." I waved at the door. "You'll be back for the meeting?" Dave asked. "Even better, if you would greet our guests..." "I'll be available." I led Britney out. ------- We went back to my office -- and back to the couch. "So your daughter was picked up by this Navy man and you were picked up because you're family. Vera is a concubine. Is that it?" "Taking you through the entire timeline might be a waste of time." I related. "Basically, we discovered Vera's dark side at a bar during something we'd set up as a training exercise for the concubines -- it seems that wives tend to make the transition poorly, so we have been challenging Vera. By the time she'd taken on three complete strangers, it was clear that she'd been holding back some. But that's an issue we can discuss at length; I think young Jack has a recording of her rather colorful confession. I have another concern -- one that you might consider a deal breaker." Britney looked into my eyes. "What is it?" I was unable to hold hers. "The Confederacy tends to overlook certain cultural taboos in the interest of maintaining families, among other things. As a result of that training exercise, I've developed an unhealthy sexual interest ... in Beth." ------- Chapter 25 Britney: "Beth?" I admit that I was surprised. The afternoon had been full of surprises, but this one was a bit more than most. "The Confederacy ignores incest?" Oliver nodded. "Jack explained the reasoning behind it before the exercise -- but neither Beth nor I took him seriously. In the first place, there is apparently an almost universal attraction between a teenager and his or her parent of the opposite sex. There is already a bond of love and physical attraction comes fairly easily. While there is a valid scientific basis for the incest taboo, it is somewhat overblown; there is very little risk of enforcing an unwanted recessive gene in the first cross, if you will. Animal breeders do this all the time, for instance. Only repetition over more than one generation brings increased risk. Finally, Confederacy medical technology is fully capable of detecting and correcting any issues that might surface." "Okay..." I nodded. Oliver gathered himself and continued. "Apparently, there is an established precedent of sons taking mothers and daughters taking their fathers -- and vice-versa -- during pickups. The choice is between committing a forbidden sexual act and losing a loved one forever. Given the removal of the purely medical and genetic reasons not to have sex with that loved one, the choice becomes simple -- a no-brainer, if you will. Jack says that embarrassment over the taboo nature of their relationship usually helps the concubine deal with the change -- more readily than the case of a wife turned concubine who continues to expect that she has a special status and certain perks of position when that position no longer exists." I held Oliver's hand, caressing it -- primarily to give me something to do. "I see the logic..." "After we um, dispatched Vera to give fellatio to Jack's superior, Jack surprised both Beth and myself by insisting that she fellate me. We'd both heard the arguments, and we'd been rather insistent with Vera, to the point of corporal punishment -- so Beth followed her instructions, more or less willingly." Oliver looked away. "I could have -- should have -- stopped it. But I was also under some obligation to cooperate -- and once she began, the forbidden nature of the act caused me to take an unholy pleasure in it..." I was surprised -- but titillated. Unholy pleasure... "Jack says it isn't forbidden..." I offered. "It isn't -- to Jack," Oliver replied. "But I'm not yet acclimated to his belief system. Perhaps at some point I will be, but for now, I've done something I shouldn't have -- and given an opportunity, I will again." How terrible was this? Oddly, when I searched my feelings on the matter, I felt vaguely pleased! Oliver was capable of surrendering to temptation ... He'd had his whole world upended in the past two days, poor thing! "What does Beth think of this?" It made a difference if Beth was horrified... "She's positively without shame!" Oliver replied. "She told me in no uncertain terms that she was sexually available to me at any time as long as Jack approves. And Jack has tempted me with fathering a child on her!" 'Daddy's Girl... ' I thought. I remembered vividly that day when I was thirteen that my father banished me from his lap for being a bit too obvious about rubbing my itchy cunny on him. Would I have had sex with Dad? Yes. Probably any time before the middle of my freshman year in college, when I'd garnered enough sexual experience to become sophisticated. "So it bothers you -- and it seems to bother no one else." Oliver pursed his lips. "It may bother Vera; we haven't discussed it." "I consider that whether it bothers Vera is only relevant if you want to humiliate her by having sex with Beth in her presence," I opined. I showed my fangs a bit. "Getting Beth pregnant would probably get her goat..." "Then... ?" "I find it ... titillating." It was MY turn to look away in embarrassment. "You're not upset?" "This Jack is right," I told him. "I fantasized about sex with my father frequently. Didn't you do similar with your mother?" Oliver opened his mouth to issue a denial -- and closed it. "Yes." "Well, then." "You don't think I'm a monster? A pedophile?" "Beth is in her twenties, is she not? Did you bother her before puberty?" I asked. "The thought never entered my mind." "Then you aren't a pedophile. This is a new thing -- and probably it is more an acknowledgement that she is a woman than anything else. Vera and I have to share you; when you get past that whole monogamy thing, the more, the merrier!" I eyed him sidelong, teasing. "I want to watch! Better -- I want to help!" "I want to sex YOU right here!" Oliver erupted. "But I want Vera to watch -- up close -- more..." I was amazed at the venom he packed in that latter declaration... MAJ Howard: When the receptionist at the Brinkman Foundation dropped myself and Corporal Brock at the desk of the Director's secretary, Doctor Hopkins was standing there. "In the interest of cutting to the chase, I briefed the Director this afternoon. He has his department heads in there; we're about fifteen minutes ahead of schedule as far as the surprise is concerned. I thought it might help if we got them past the first shock..." He paused. "Aside from Peggy, there," he waved at the Director's assistant, "and Britney, here, who has been with me constantly, no one else knows." I pursed my lips. "And the alert roster?" Doctor Hopkins pointed at the assistant. Brock circled around to look at the computer screen. "Locked and cocked." I shrugged and looked at the woman. "Execute." She hit the return key. The escort was standing there, looking from one of us to the other. The assistant, Peggy, looked up at her. "Cynthia, 'the Empire Strikes Back.' Pass the word. The clock starts now..." "Holy shit!" The forty-something blonde started waving her arms. "Holy Shit!" "Now, Cynthia!" "I'm gone!" Cynthia got her shit together and took off at a trot. "Brock, go with her. Bring the team in. I don't need you here..." "If you'll step this way, please?" Peggy got up, but the computer bleeped. "I've got it, Peggy," Dr. Hopkins assured her. "Follow me, Major." Felicity Rawlins: My husband Bernie is one of those computer geek guys. He is the IT department head for some small foundation doing number crunching for the government -- something about those aliens. I don't worry about that stuff, you know? I put up with him working all hours of the day and night and I cuddle him when he's home and I raise the kids -- we've got three. I'm lucky -- he's a sweet guy. He's a good provider and he keeps me happy in bed -- we'd have six kids if I wasn't on birth control, it's so good ... Anyway, it was Friday afternoon and I was FINALLY getting out of the grocery store; I'd had to leave my cart and haul Jerry and Pat outside three times to listen to my sister Trinity's woes; she'd married this guy who just couldn't seem to stay out of trouble! He'd been arrested again, and she was unhappy about that, but she was ambivalent because the louse had beaten her the night before, so she was safe for a couple of days. "Why doesn't your husband Bernie have any brothers, for God's sake?" she'd whined... "Why did I have to be so stupid?" I was at my wit's end with her -- it went on and on and on... My cell phone bleeped while I was loading the groceries; I eyed it crossly but ignored it. If Trinity didn't leave me alone for a few minutes I'd NEVER get done! But then Jerry's went off. Jerry was very proud of the fact that he had a phone at age ten and he was VERY careful with it ... I closed the trunk and handed Patty into her booster seat -- she's not quite tall enough yet that seat belts protect her despite her complaints -- then turned to where Jerry was staring fixedly at the phone screen. "What's the matter?" "It says 'The Empire Strikes Back', Mommy! It says 'The Empire Strikes Back'!" "Sure it does..." Bernie had talked to me about this several times, and we'd gotten practice messages before. If there was a pickup at the place he worked, they would send out that message. We'd told Susan what it was supposed to mean, but limited Jerry to the fact that it was important and if he got it while he was at school or out playing, he was to call or come home immediately. I never expected to read that message; Bernie had talked about it and despite the alerts, most Confederacy pickups were closed -- if they took Bernie, he would be gone and that would be that ... The only chance I had at that point was to be wherever the kids were. Still, Jerry knew it and the other message "Cylon Raiders" were important secret codes -- and he'd never lied about them... "Get in the car, Honey, and buckle in. Let Momma see..." Jerry dutifully handed over the phone -- and I stared at the message ... Had he typed it there? Again, it wasn't like him ... I circled the car and got in, grabbing my cell phone. The screen said 'The Empire Strikes Back'! "Jesus God!" I gasped. "Jesus God!" With shaking fingers, I typed "Confirm!" The message went. I waited thirty seconds and the reply came back: 'Confirm. Battlestar Galactica departs in 86 minutes.' "JESUS! GOD!" I started the car. Now what? "Jerry, call your sister! Tell her come home NOW!" Jerry obediently began fingering his speed dial list. I called Trinity. "I didn't expect you to call -- I know you're mad..." she began. "Be quiet and listen!" I told her. "Get in your car -- right now! -- and drive to my house! Don't stop anywhere! Don't take any detours! Just get to my house! You have -- I dunno -- forty-five minutes, maybe!" "What are you talking about?" Trinity asked. "Are you driving? ASK FROM THE CAR!" I erupted. "Okay, okay!" There was a pause and some banging. "What's going on?" Bernie and I had talked about this -- pillow talk. Bernie could take four, including me. He thought he might have to take office girls, but we'd specifically discussed Trinity. I'd never bothered to tell her, though... "Wait a moment." I put the car in gear and headed out of the parking lot, being VERY careful -- an accident could ruin EVERYTHING! I turned to Jerry, "Has your sister answered?" "No Momma -- she's at soccer practice, you know..." "Oh, God..." She probably wasn't carrying her phone ... I put the earpiece to my ear and asked Trinity, "Are you driving?" "Yes." "I have problems here. I HAVE to get a hold of Susan. I'm going to make this quick, Trini. Remember when you were complaining about Bernie not having a brother?" "Uh huh..." "Okay. This is a one-time offer. I will SHARE Bernie with you. But you MUST be at my house in forty minutes, or you'll never see ANY of us again! Do you understand?" "No, but I'm driving! You'll explain when I get there?" "Yes I will! Promise! Just BE THERE!" "I'm coming!" "Jerry, Sweetie, I need help. What can we do about getting a hold of your sister?" I had no ideas at all... "What about her friend Harrah, Mommy? She's always complaining that she's on the bench..." Jerry offered. "Oh, that would be good, Sweetie, if I had her number!" He was TRYING to help... "Sissy's phone died the other day and she used mine!" Jerry said brightly. "I put Harrah on speedy dial!" "You DID!" God above! "Would you dial it for Mommy?" The middle school was ten minutes beyond the house... "H'lo?" Jerry had the phone on speaker. "Harrah!" Jerry crowed. "It's Jerry!" "What's up, Squirt?" "Sissy isn't answering her phone -- and she has a very important message! Can you give her her phone?" "She's on the field, Squirt..." Harrah said dubiously. "Harrah, it's Felicity, Susan's mother. Look, Honey, this is life and death!" "Okay, when she comes..." "No, Honey -- NOW! I need her to help me by getting as close to home as she can!" "Coach will kill me!" "Trust me, Honey -- she'll understand! Just do it!" Susan could run home in ten minutes -- and I could meet her part way -- but the school was that much beyond the house... "Phone ... Phone..." There was some crashing and banging and Harrah announced, "Got it! What the fuck? Oops..." Then the thump of running shoes and Harrah panted, "Susie..." Susie's voice sounded next, against the blast of a whistle and "What are you doing, Fields! Get off..." "Jeez, Harrah! What? What the... ? HOLY SHIT! Where? How?" "Jerry called. He said..." Harrah began. "Is he there? Gimme that! Jerry?" "Sweetie, it's Momma. RUN HOME! NOW! I'll try to meet you on the way. Your Aunt Trini is coming..." "I'm bringing Harrah!" "No promises, Sweetie..." "She's fourteen!" "RUN! We'll talk about it when you get there!" "Bye, Mom! Bye, Coach! Harrah..." "What?" "Run with me!" "Okay..." The phone shut off. I wiped sweat from my face. "You did really, REALLY good, Sweetie! You're Mommy's bestest boy!" "Aww, Mommy!" Jerry covered his face, thoroughly embarrassed. I should really treat him a little more like an adult... I blew past the house doing twice the speed limit and started threading my way through the back streets along the drainage ditch that Susan's running path paralleled. No Trini. I hoped she would be there when I'd collected Susan... Bleep! I snatched at my phone. If this was a false alarm, I was going to be SOOOO MAD!!! 'Galactica departs in 60 min.' SHIT! I zigzagged another block; was that them? Two blocks over? I roared off and went down two blocks and over two. Yes! Susan and Harrah came thudding up to the car, panting. "Get in!" I yelled. The pair of them bracketed little Patty in the back seat and I backed and filled and headed back toward the house. Bernie was probably freaking... "Would somebody tell me what's going on?" Harrah panted querulously. "We're going to a pickup!" I related, unable to look at her in the mirror; I needed my attention for the streets -- I didn't want to hit someone's kids! "Oh." Harrah sounded disappointed. "That's a waste of time -- my sister and her girlfriends used to chase them. Once they're locked down..." "Harrah, Honey, this is a special case," I related. "Susan's father works for some people who work for the government -- and if we get this signal, it's an OPEN pickup -- and they're waiting for us!" "Really?" "Really!" Susan panted. "Have we got any bottled water?" "Sorry, Honey -- it's in the trunk!" I turned onto our street, four blocks down. In the distance, a car was turning into a driveway; 'Please, God, let it be Trini!' I prayed. It was. "Okay, so what's up? What's the hurry?" Trini asked. "Just get in the car!" I yelled. "Where?" Shit! We were out of seats! Meanwhile, Susan got out of the car. "Mom! Pop the trunk!" "Get back ... Fine!" I popped the trunk. Why was EVERYONE fighting me? I could leave Harrah ... No... "Jerry, Sweetie, get in the back seat. Trini, please get Patty and sit up here with her on your lap. Harrah, just toss the booster seat out in the driveway. And Susan! PLEASE! GET BACK IN THE CAR!" Jerry, bless his heart, followed instructions, helping Patty undo her seatbelt and handing her to Trini, who was still standing there looking at me like I'd lost my mind. Harrah did as she was told and then helped Susan rip the plastic on the case of bottled water, after which they returned to their seats. Finally, Trini got in the car, buckled in, and settled Patty on her lap. I slammed the car into reverse and backed out of the driveway, almost hitting Patty's seat, then boiled up the block. I kept pushing it all the way to the main drag, where I HAD to slow down due to traffic. Susan tapped me on the shoulder with a water bottle. "Drink some, Mom -- you're freaking everybody out." I handed Trini the bottle, and she opened it and passed it back. "Now?" she asked. "Bernie's being picked up," I related after taking a swallow. "He's a seven point nine." "Figures," Trini grumped. It was another indictment of her stupidity -- I got a smart one and she got an abusive one... "The chances were that he would get picked up alone -- and if that happened, he would have to do some fast talking when they came to pick up the kids for me to be able to go," I explained, "but the place he works for made -- whatyamacallit -- contingency plans. One of those plans said that if I got a certain text message, I had a certain defined amount of time to get there -- but if I did, I could go! I just got that message." "Okay..." Trini nodded. "Bernie can take four women with him. If we get there, that's me and three others. Bernie said he might have to take a couple of girls from the office -- but if the heavy thinkers at the office fill their slots, he might not. If he doesn't, he'll have as many as three open slots," I explained. "Yeah, okay..." Trini wasn't there yet. God, she could be SOOO dense! "If I HAVE to share Bernie with three other women, one of them might as well be you! Bernie and I talked about it and -- if he can -- he'll take you!" "Oh! Omigawd!" Trini FINALLY erupted. "So when do we have to be there?" "Fifty one minutes," I replied. "And if EVERYTHING goes PERFECTLY, we'll be there in thirty-eight!" Trini nodded. "And if they don't..." "Bernie's gone," I finished. Trini looked away. "You shouldn't have waited for me." "I didn't -- getting Susan was more trouble," I assured my sister. "Since you were there when we got there, we didn't lose much." I put us up on the freeway, hoping the rush hour traffic wouldn't screw us up. I looked in the rearview at Harrah -- who was looking back. She knew the situation. I couldn't make promises -- and while I liked the girl, Susan's friends had never come up as a subject of conversation when Bernie talked about this. I drove just slow enough not to attract twelve police cruisers. There were times when I thought I would tear out big hunks of hair due to slowdowns caused by idiots who insisted on driving slow in the left lane, but in the end we got to a strangely empty parking lot in front of a VERY vacant-looking building! Scared to death, I leaped out of the car and ran for the door wailing, "BERRRRNIEEEE!!!" We were there on time! Where was everyone? But a really, REALLY big guy came out of the building waving his hands for me to pipe down and said, "Take everyone inside, Miz Rawlins -- your husband is just helping us finish up packing the machines. You got here in time. Give me your car keys -- we're scattering them out so things aren't so obvious." "Oh thank God!" I thought my heart was going to burst! I handed my keys to the Marine and waved everyone inside. I ran down the hall toward Bernie's office, but he wasn't there; instead, I found him with a bunch of guys taping boxes. "I brought Trini," I panted, "and Susan brought Harrah..." Bernie looked over at Trini and Harrah, then over his shoulder at an older guy in a suit who looked like he seldom wore one. "It's okay, Son," the man said. "We're running a no-limit game here. Besides, we'd have given you six, anyway, with your scores." Bernie hugged me to him and said, "Honey, have you explained..." "Uh huh." "And..." He shifted his glance to Trini. "I'm thrilled to death!" she declared. "Harrah..." Bernie looked bothered. "She's not ours..." "She's fourteen, Dad," Susan explained. "Oh." Bernie eyed Harrah. "Um..." "Is it okay?" Harrah asked. "Well, Honey, I was going to ask you the same thing," Bernie replied. "You know what we're talking about here..." "Yes." Harrah threw her shoulders back. She didn't have a lot up top. "What are you gonna do about Susie?" "She's still thirteen," Bernie pointed out. "Yeah, for like, three months," Harrah shot back. "Then what?" "We'll cross that bridge when we get to it," Bernie replied. I already knew the answer; it depended on Susan's scores. Bernie was certain she would pass -- but if she didn't, she would have the option of staying at home -- and bearing his children, if necessary, when someone complained. No one would force it on her, though. The Marines were shoving boxes at this glowing disk on the floor -- and they were disappearing. It wasn't like Star Trek -- they were there and then they weren't, no fuzzy stuff. "That's it, I think," Bernie announced. The older guy said, "Okay, move your herd through the transporter and we'll close up shop. Just then somebody came tearing through the door and said, "My husband!" Well, I knew the feeling... Bernie gave me a peck on the cheek. "You done good, Hon. Take Jerry by the hand and walk through that thing. I'm right behind you." He was. Major Howard: It all went off pretty much like clockwork. There weren't more than a half-dozen extras, all well-justified. When everyone else was gone, I handed the front door keys to Doctor Hopkins; he locked the doors and took the young lady who had been with him all afternoon out to his car and drove away. For the rest of the day, he was Lieutenant Harper's problem. Oliver: Jack was home when we got there. Beth and Frieda were at work; I gathered that they had planned some dramatic exit from the grocery and an equally dramatic entrance at home. Jack's new women -- the black ones -- were flitting here and there. They were dressed, in short skirts and halter tops -- and Jack was playing with the children; the boy continued to hold himself aloof, but the little girls were taking runs at him and crawling on him and screaming their delight with the situation. Vera was nowhere in sight. I asked Jack her whereabouts, and he replied, "Working upstairs, at last check." I then asked Jack if he had a record of Vera's confession. Jack looked uncomfortable, but he led me out to the van and produced the equipment he had surfaced the night before and activated it. This time, Vera's tale came from a set of speakers instead of a headset, but it was the same tale. Britney listened to it to the end and sat there looking sad. "Oliver, you know there is nothing you can do to her that is worse than what she does to herself daily." "What?" "As far as she's concerned, she's been living a lie all these years." "Well, she has!" "No. She tried to change her life; she tried to make something better of herself. But she never succeeded in convincing herself that she had really changed." "What are you saying?" I demanded. "I'm saying that she believes that she is every awful thing those boys ever called her. If you call her names -- a fat whore, a slut, a pig -- she'll merely agree with you, because it is what she believes herself. She knows what she did to you, and she hates herself for it -- but she honestly cannot envision you having had anything to do with her if you had known her as she knows herself. She lived with that lie as the price she paid to be with you." "So you feel sorry for her." "Yes." "What about me?" "I feel sorry for you, too -- and I recognize your right to be angry and punish her. You realize that she now expects you to punish her, right?" Britney eyed me. "That's reasonable." "She'll probably welcome it. She probably expects you never to forgive her. She'll never forgive herself -- she hasn't up to now. At this point, she has the satisfaction of having raised her children -- she succeeded there, more or less. But with you it was more likely a case of her thinking, 'I knew this was going to happen someday'." I was a bit frustrated at this point. "Let's go inside." Once inside, I went to the base of the stairs and roared, "Vera!" Vera was almost too quick to peek around the top of the stairwell, "Master?" "What are you wearing?" "Nothing." I turned this over in my mind for a moment and the thought of humiliating her in front of Britney was attractive, but Britney squeezed my hand and gave me a significant look, and I abandoned the idea. "Find something similar to what Jack's women are wearing and come downstairs to meet Britney." "Yes, Master." Jack cleared his throat. "Vera, you are aware of the lack of underclothing?" "Yes, Jack." Jack turned to Britney, "I'm a purist; I like for my women to be nude. But Oliver's daughters are coming in and they don't know what's going on, so I think it's rude to give them that kind of shock right away. On the other hand, I enjoy having access ... Tara?" Tara, who had been listening, grinned from ear to ear and flipped up her skirt, revealing her pubic bush. "What about the children?" Britney asked. "They need to get used to it," Jack replied. "But not today. There is nothing wrong with the human body -- but they haven't been raised to it. Young Abe, in particular, might be scandalized. We're still trying to find common ground, as it is." Tara had deliberately masked herself from Abe for the display, I noted. So we waited for Vera. This didn't improve my mood; it wasn't her job to keep us waiting. On the other hand, she hadn't been prepared -- not that I was particularly inclined to make allowances. I waved Britney into a chair and stalked around until Britney got up and came to me and said, "You're looking for excuses." "They're not hard to find!" I retorted. "I didn't anticipate having to mediate..." "Neither did I!" Vera came downstairs at that point. The outfit -- a jean skirt and a midriff top without a bra under it -- belonged to Beth, if memory serves. Vera didn't wear anything TOO revealing; it was one of the things I'd put up with all these years. I schooled myself to civility and made the introductions. "Vera, this is Britney. Britney, this is my concubine, Vera." They did the female version of the handshake, Britney merely smiling graciously. Vera said, "You're beautiful." Her tone and expression added, 'Of course.' "You're too kind," Britney replied. "I've heard quite a bit about you." "Yes, well..." Vera looked away. "Britney continues to be a guest at this point," I interjected. "This was to be an introduction to the family without commitment and recent events have removed some of the urgency involved. Given my behavior recently, she may be rethinking her position. I'm going to go freshen up; I'm leaving Britney in your hands, trusting in your skills as a hostess." I nodded to Britney and took my leave, unable to see how I could help the two of them. Vera: Britney eyed me sympathetically. "You've had a rough couple of days." I nodded. "I haven't done well. Oliver is extremely angry because..." "I heard it," Britney interjected. "You're too hard on yourself." "So there is a recording," I sighed. "Yes." "I always knew that if I lost my position, demands would be made -- and sooner or later, questions about my nature would surface and there would be trouble." I paused, trying to control myself. "But it happened so FAST!" "It will be all right," Britney assured me. "Oliver won't stay angry -- it isn't his way. You know that." "Oliver has to change, too," I retorted. "All this time, I told myself I was in charge -- that I could hold things together. But that was a lie, too! I was NEVER in charge! Ollie has ALWAYS been the ultimate arbiter! And look how I rewarded his tolerance!" I shook my head. "I don't have much of a future here." "You're the mother of his children," Britney replied. "The grown ones," I replied dully. "There will be a new batch -- why shouldn't they have a new mother?" Britney shook her head. "I'm not here to replace you." "That wasn't his plan," I agreed. "But that was then, and this is now..." "Wait it out," Britney counseled. "Ride out his anger. Give him what he wants. He will back off." "He deserves better," I insisted. "He always did. He doesn't deserve a fat, ugly whore who enjoys servicing her men in twos and threes but insists upon lying about it and wouldn't even give him a taste of what so many others had used..." "You were trying to change your life," Britney insisted. It was sweet of her, but... "By lying about it and pretending to be someone else! If I'd been honest with him, we might have worked our way through it, but instead, I hid and pretended..." "It's not too late," Britney said quietly. "It never is." "How I wish THAT were true!" I retorted. "We won't go forward. Sometime soon, Oliver will decide that having me around is a constant reminder of my deceit..." Suddenly, it hit me -- the solution -- and just in time ... Buoyed by the realization, I managed a smile. "Let's put this away -- it will resolve itself soon. Can I get you a drink?" ------- Chapter 26 Jack: I was watching the pair of them out of the corner of my eye -- and Vera suddenly perked up and got convivial. I smelled something, but couldn't imagine what. The good news was that they apparently put away the Vera problem and moved on to other things. Meanwhile, I got a distraction. Abe cornered his mother and said, "Mama! Why did you do that? That's nasty!" "What, Baby?" Tara blinked. "You showed that man your panties! That's ina..." Abe stopped, stymied by five syllable words. "Inappropriate?" Tara supplied the missing concept. "Well, Baby, that depends." She frowned and gave me a look. "I don't know if he's ready for this yet..." I muttered, but turned to young Abe. "Abe, can we talk, man to man?" He didn't trust me, but despite -- or maybe because of -- his age, he wanted to be treated like an adult. "Okay." "Have a seat." I waved him at another chair. I sat forward in mine and he did his best to mirror the pose in his. "Situations change, Abe. And sometimes the rules change with them. Your situation changed sometime back, when your daddy left you and your sisters and your mama -- and your mama had to take on the burdens of raising you by herself." "He'll be back," Abe replied stubbornly. "No, he won't, Baby. I can show you the letter, if you like, but I'd have to read it to you. He's GONE..." Tara looked sad, primarily for Abe, I think. I took the reins again, before an argument could start. "Things changed again last night. That's why you're here. Your mother and I came to an agreement -- and I agreed to take on just about all of your daddy's duties and responsibilities -- especially where you are concerned. That doesn't make me your daddy -- but it means that someone is going to be around doing 'daddy things' -- something that hasn't happened in a while. Are you with me so far?" Abe frowned. "Uh huh." I figured the real answer was 'Maybe a little, ' but with some work, he would get the pieces in context. "The rules have changed, Abe -- quite a bit. For your mama, the benefit is that she doesn't have to go out at night and work at Ray's any more..." "I don't like Jock!" Abe interjected. "Then this should be good news," I plowed on, "because Mama won't be seeing Jock any more." Abe looked mildly pleased at this, despite his underlying belligerence. "Good! He did ina ... that word ... stuff to Mama!" Abe announced. It looked like I was going to have to drop back ten and punt. "Let's talk about what is and is not inappropriate, Abe. What is inappropriate to you?" Abe thought about it. "Touching." "Anywhere, or specific places?" "Well ... Places. Anywhere, I think, without permission," Abe frowned and I knew he was going through something his kindergarten teacher had worked to deliver, but he wasn't clear on. "Okay, good. Those rules, well, they're pretty close to right, but they differ some for you because you aren't a grown-up yet. We don't want anybody big to touch you in those places at any time because you don't know yet when to give permission. An exception to this would be if you're hurt there and someone like a doctor is trying to help, but the general rule is that grown-ups shouldn't touch you in those places." I gathered myself. "The rules are a little different for grown-ups. We can give each other permission." "Jock didn't have permission," Abe declared. I threw to first; Tara tagged the runner out. "Baby, Jock had permission. We were playing a game -- PRETENDING that he didn't. If he REALLY didn't have permission, Mama would have called the police." "Like that time Daddy gave you the black eye?" "Just like that, Baby. Daddy didn't have permission," Tara grinned at me ruefully. "I thought daddies..." Abe flicked his eyes from Tara to me. "Abe, sometimes daddies have special permission, and sometimes they don't," I fielded the ball. "In this place, daddies don't have permission to hit mommies -- but some do it anyway. Sometimes mommies give daddies special permission -- but she didn't that time, I guess." Abe shifted his attention to Tara, who nodded confirmation. "Sometimes," I went on, "it's all about what the rules of the place you are living are." I gathered my thought processes. "So, for grown-ups, it's about the rules of the place where you live, and permission -- and sometimes, special permission. Are you with me so far?" "Uh huh." Given the examples, I figured we were on firmer ground, so I continued, "When your Mama and I made our agreement last night, she agreed to the rules of the place we're going. Frankly, those rules are a little looser than they are here; if Mama deserved it, I could give her a black eye and the police wouldn't come." "Oh." "Abe, I've never given a woman a black eye. Probably the worst thing Mama would ever see from me would be a spanking -- if she was REAL bad!" "Oh." Abe processed this. "Okay." "As a result of our agreement, I have special permissions from Mama, Abe." "Like a daddy?" Abe flicked his eyes to his mother. "Yeah, just like a daddy," I said quietly, waiting. I guessed right; Abe's attention rotated to his mother, "Why?" "Because Jack promised to take care of us, Baby," Tara told him. "All of us. You and me and Shawna and Elise." Abe's gaze swept to me. "He could lie..." I pursed my lips. "I could. People do." Clearly, he knew that. "But I made some special promises. I promised to take you all far, far away..." Abe's head snapped up. "To a colony?" I blinked, surprised. "Yes. How do you know about colonies?" "Teacher told us. Winnie didn't come to school one day and Teacher told us that a man took Winnie and her brother and her mother to a colony." "What else did Teacher say?" I asked. "Teacher said that Winnie's mama was a con ... con..." "Concubine?" I supplied. "Uh huh. She said that things were different with con-cu-bines, and that if a man ever came to pick up our mamas, scary things might happen -- but that going to the colonies was a good thing and everybody is nice to kids there," Abe related. I sat back, amazed at early childhood education. "This actually makes things easier, Abe. The nature of the agreement between your mother and me is that she is to be my concubine. And I agreed to take you all to a colony to live with me." "Oh. WOW!" Abe's eyes popped. He looked to his mother, who nodded, smiling. Then he scowled. "I haven't seen any scary things." There was a significant pause while I tried to figure out where Abe's teacher might have been coming from. Then a thought occurred to me. "Abe, tell me what Jock did." Abe eyed his mother and said, "He made Mama take off all of her clothes and get down on her knees, then he ... stuck his..." "Okay, you can stop there, Abe," I told him. "I get the picture. How did you see this?" "I heard Mama come in and I got up to go pee-pee." Tara covered her face; I had the ball. "Okay, there are a couple of things going here. First, that was kinda scary for you, wasn't it?" "Yeah. He was hurting Mama -- and I couldn't stop it." "Okay. That's what Teacher meant when she said things might get scary at a pickup," I explained. "She figured you might see something like that." "Oh." "Now, the second thing is kind of about what is scary and what isn't. Sometimes -- usually, actually -- things are scary because you don't know what is going on, Abe. Believe it or not, Mama wasn't scared." Abe flicked a glance at Tara, who nodded agreement, somewhat embarrassed. "What Jock did with your mother happens a lot at pickups, when men come to pick up mamas. It happens other places, too, but you don't generally see it. That is because it's a grownup thing. Teacher was trying to warn you that you might see things you'd never seen before." "Why?" "Why do they do it? Because the mamas are making promises, too. They're promising to do grownup things with the men. They're proving they know how to do grownup things and that they're willing to do them with the men." I paused. "At a pickup, there is no time -- so the mamas have to do things right in front of you that only usually happen between mamas and daddies at night after you go to bed. These are grownup things -- things that lead to babies, for instance. It's pretty scary when you see it and you don't know what's going on -- but your mama and your daddy did that kind of thing -- many times, I bet." Abe's eyes shifted to his mother again, and she nodded. "Jack is right. Many times." "How does Jack know?" Abe asked. I took the ball. "Because you're here, Abe. The grownup things we're talking about produce two things -- pleasure for the mama and daddy doing it, and babies." Abe looked dubious. "Mama didn't look happy with Jock..." "Baby, like Jack said -- we were playing a game. I was pretending it was inappropriate -- that I hadn't given Jock permission to touch me. But I had." She rubbed her face. "It's a little complicated. Trust me -- Mama enjoyed it." I picked up the ball. "So we get back to inappropriate. Touching you in places is inappropriate because you are not a grownup and you're too young to enjoy grownup things and they might actually hurt you. People who want to do grownup things to a kid tend to be bad, one way or another. On the other hand, when Mama agreed to be my concubine, she agreed to live under the rules of the colony we are going to and she gave me permissions -- and special permissions. What that boils down to is that NOTHING is inappropriate between Mama and me." "Nothing?" "Well, there are always exceptions, I guess," I admitted. "But showing me her panties isn't inappropriate. Actually, she didn't show me her panties, she showed me her places." Abe's eyes widened and his mouth made an 'O'. He looked to his mother and I gestured -- and Tara diffidently lifted her skirt. "Mama!" "Abe, look at me." Abe shifted his eyes to me. "How bad is that, really? I know, you were taught that it was naughty, weren't you?" Abe nodded. "Well, it is, here. But remember how I told you that the rules were different depending on the where you are?" "Yeah..." Abe cocked his head. "Where we are going, the rules are different. What are clothes for?" "To cover you up?" "Why?" "I dunno. To keep you from being cold?" "What if it isn't cold? Do you need clothes?" "Yes." "Why?" "To cover you up." "Why?" I was starting to enjoy this role reversal. "Because..." Abe stopped there; he didn't have the concepts. "Because it's a rule for this place, Abe. Really, there is no other reason. Some people decided that they wanted people covered up to keep them from thinking so much about doing grownup things so they made rules that said you have to be covered up all the time. That's the rule in this place -- and it's a BAD rule, because it actually encourages inappropriate things!" Abe's eyes bugged. "It does?" "Do you ever want to do something just because you can't?" I challenged. "Well, yeah..." "That's what happens sometimes because of the rules about clothes. That's sort of what was going on between Jock and your mama that time, for instance. She was pretending that Jock was doing something he wasn't supposed to -- and Jock was enjoying pretending that he was doing something inappropriate." I settled back in my chair. "Where we are going, if Mama is somewhere that she doesn't need to stay warm or protect her body from something, she doesn't need clothes -- especially if she is with me. The rules actually say -- specifically -- that Mama wears what I tell her to wear -- and that includes nothing." "Naked?" Abe's eyes popped. "Mama can go naked? Isn't that..." "Dangerous?" I finished. "In our house? Who is going to bother her -- except me -- and I have special permissions, remember?" I leaned up. "This is a different place, remember, with different rules. There are plenty of mamas to go around and no one has to go without doing grownup things with someone else. Besides, part of the problem is that you've been taught that it is naughty; once you get used to it, it's just Mama..." I shrugged and settled back again. "Similarly, Mama and the men in her life have hidden doing grownup things from you -- so they're scary and you don't understand them. If you saw it every day, it would be just another thing -- 'Oh, look, Daddy's making babies with Mama... ' It wouldn't be scary." I eyed him. "Your Mama and I have done grownup things -- we did them last night, after you went to sleep. And we did it like that because you haven't been exposed to it and we didn't want to scare you. But you're GOING to see it, because it's natural and you shouldn't be scared of it. By the time you're grown up and can DO those things, you'll know all about them and they won't be scary at all." Abe cocked his head. "So why isn't Mama... ?" "Naked?" I finished for him. "Because we're not in a place where the rules are there to support it yet. Because we didn't want to scare you. And because some other people are coming here and we didn't want to scare THEM." I paused. "We've been bending the old rules because we're still here and the new rules don't apply yet -- but people need to get used to them. Remember what Mama was wearing last night when she came home?" "Yeah." Abe's eyes shifted to Tara. "A fancy black nightie." "And did you notice that her parts were showing?" "Well ... On top, some." "On the bottom, too," I told him. "You just didn't notice. Actually, I could take her out naked -- even here -- and I would have to explain it to people and show that I'm from a colony, but it would be legal. Here in the house, I could ask Mama right now to take off all of her clothes and come do grownup things -- but I won't, because we're getting ready for a party and it would hold things up." "Can I be naked?" Abe asked. "Sure, when it makes sense," I agreed. "I'll be wearing clothes a lot because I don't stay home -- but I WILL be naked at home sometimes. You can go naked if you want at home, but you'll probably want to put on clothes to go out. Clothes have a purpose -- to protect you and keep you comfortable. I NEVER wear clothes in the swimming pool!" "You've got a pool?" I nodded. "There is a small one at my house, and a bigger one a little ways away." "Wow! Will you teach me to swim?" Abe was totally off the subject; I could have done THIS ten minutes ago! Well, we needed the talk... "Sure. I'm not THAT good, so I might get someone to help, okay?" I asked. "Okay." Abe sobered. "What's your name?" "Jack," I replied. "Someday, if you think I've earned it, you can call me Dad. There's no rush, though -- and if I never get there, Jack will do." Abe turned his attention to Tara. "Mama, do you like Jack?" I was pretty sure I understood this; he was asking his mother if she was making some kind of sacrifice. Tara smiled at him. "Yes, Baby, I like Jack a lot." "You didn't like Jock, did you, Mama? Why did you do grownup things with him?" Tara sighed. "When you grow up, Baby, you'll understand. You get the urge to do grownup things, sometimes -- and you get it so bad that maybe you aren't picky about who you do them with. You're right -- I didn't really LIKE Jock -- but he was safe, you know? I knew him and I was safe with him." She shifted her glance to me. "I really like Jack a lot; doing grownup things with him is a lot more fun." "Okay." Abe turned his gaze to me. "Okay." It was a blanket approval. He got out of the chair. "If you want to look at Mama's places..." "Mama's pretty all over, Abe. I'll be wanting to see it all," I told him. "Yeah, okay." He started off toward the stairs, then stopped. "What about Keisha?" "Keisha too. She's my concubine, too. Remember when you asked her to come with us?" Abe nodded and made to turn away, then stopped. "And the other ladies? The ones that left?" "Them, too. They're gonna help your mama and Keisha." Abe shifted his glance to Vera and Britney. "They are concubines, but they don't belong to me, Abe," I explained. "They belong to Oliver. This is Oliver's house." I watched him think about it. "That complicates things, doesn't it? I don't have daddy permissions on them -- unless Oliver says I do. But Vera, there, is one of the other ladies' mama, so she'll be around -- probably Britney, too. You have a big family now -- and lots of mamas." Abe nodded, and I knew he was overloaded, poor guy. He started up the stairs, then turned back again. "When do we go?" "To the colony?" I asked. "Tomorrow. Tonight, we'll have kind of a farewell party here for Oliver's family, and tomorrow, we leave for the colony. It'll take us a couple of weeks to get there in a spaceship." Abe nodded and then announced, "I'm tired." Brain-burned was more like it, I figured. "Go rest a little, then," I told him. "Mama will be up to check on you in a minute." He nodded and headed up the stairs. Tara looked at me. "I think you did it. I'm amazed that you got through it." I chuckled. "There are pieces missing -- like why you call me Master. Exceptions to the rules. Probably a whole lot of crap. He'll want to hear some of this from you, without me around. And it was a whole lot to take in. The girls are younger; we should be able to just let them pick things up from experience -- but Abe has to unlearn things." "Well, he's young..." "Yeah." I waved her off upstairs. Vera and Britney were sitting on the couch with drinks in their hands. "That was quite a show you put on, Jack," Vera murmured. "Did I screw it up?" "I don't think so," Vera opined, "although you might have mentioned the fact that some people wear clothes to keep others from puking." I chuckled. "That's not prevalent in the colonies." Vera looked down at herself. "There are exceptions to every rule." I shook my head and said nothing. Oliver: I changed clothes, getting into some more casual pants and a golf shirt and slippers, wondering idly what really casual was. Collecting the riding crop, I headed back downstairs. I passed young Abe in the hallway; he seemed preoccupied and didn't press himself against the wall to stay out of reach as he had with me once before. I passed Tara on the stair; she gave me a tentative smile. Vera and Britney were seated on the couch watching Jack play with little Elise. She was sitting on his ankle grinning and making happy exclamations and he was holding her little hands while lifting his foot from the floor and lowering it like a one-sided see-saw. I crossed to the women, "Sooo..." Vera looked up. "We haven't spoken much, Master, but..." She held up her glass and Britney clinked hers against it. All right -- they were going to get along; that simplified things. "I'll have a glass of the red," I announced. "Yes, Master." Vera got up, putting her glass on the coffee table, and moved off. I settled on the center of the couch; Britney scooted over a bit to facilitate it. Britney eyed the riding crop, which I found embarrassing. "It's new." I put it on the table. "For Vera?" "Yes." "Oliver..." "This isn't the home life I planned to present to you," I interrupted her. "Even yesterday, things were different. I'm embarrassed, and I really wouldn't blame you if..." "This is a period of change," Britney replied. "What SHOULD I expect?" "Jack is Beth's -- or vice-versa. Beth is out at her last day of work with Frieda, who is also Jack's. He's going to go get them at seven-thirty, and from what I've been told, they plan to make their grand entrance nude. Between now and then, I'm expecting my other two daughters -- Maureen and Judith. Maureen has a CAP score that will allow her to be a sponsor; I'm certain that she will opt to go with us in the morning. Judith is not sponsor material and has a husband who is also not sponsor material. Given the nature of tomorrow's pickup, they have several options. The husband may not come, anyway; Judith has indicated that the honeymoon is over between them." "What is the nature of tomorrow's pickup?" Britney asked. "I'm unable to discuss it," I related, "for security reasons. Jack can, however, if he wishes." Jack looked up. As Vera returned and placed a glass in my hands, he replied, "We're collecting an entire private school -- teachers and staff, students, and as many family members as we can get. In the process, we'll pick up some others, just because they happen to be in the right place at the right time. It's likely to be messy -- we're going to sort things out in orbit, rather than on the ground -- but it will provide Judith with an opportunity to emigrate and get selected by a sponsor, if she wants." I patted the couch seat on the side opposite Britney and Vera settled into it. "We're going to try to keep things as normal as possible until Beth and Frieda return, after which we'll reveal the entire situation to Maureen and Judith. Then I plan to eat dinner, have a little family bonding and get everyone to bed so that we're all ready for tomorrow." "Why this school?" Britney asked. "It's progressive," Jack replied. "They have been preparing future sponsors and future concubines, not looking the other way. Education has been overlooked in the colonies to a large extent, but we want to fix it. These people are professional educators and they have a leg up on things. We're going to make them the core of the colony's education system." "That's excellent!" Britney exclaimed. "But just grabbing anyone -- isn't that unusual?" "Various things have been tried in the past," Jack replied, "but they always used the old formula designed to support early expansion of a brand-new colony. We're using a new type of ship and an experimental process to transplant a large number of people to an existing colony with adequate facilities to support them. The plan is for this to be the first of many large pickups used to accelerate the evacuation of the Earth and facilitate colony growth. The ship we're using should be able to handle a quarter of a million people -- but we're starting small, with maybe twenty thousand." Britney's eyes popped. "That's HUGE!" Jack nodded. "We're hoping it works and we can offer a much larger population the hope of extraction. And if we take EVERYONE at a given site, Earth First and groups like them will have the rug pulled from under them to a certain extent." "So who are the other women here?" Britney asked after absorbing this. "The older woman is Tara," Jack explained. "She was a waitress at a pretty seedy restaurant/bar that Beth and Frieda tended to frequent. That's a long and fairly sordid story. She has three fatherless kids..." "Had, I think," Britney murmured. "Yeah." Jack looked embarrassed. "Keisha is their babysitter. Her family isn't any too impressive, but she's sweet and a natural mother." Jack pursed his lips. "That reminds me ... Keisha?" "Yes, Jack?" Keisha came in from the dining room, carrying little Shawna on her broad hip. "Did you leave a note for your mother when you went out for wardrobe this morning?" "Uh, no..." Keisha looked embarrassed. Jack frowned. "Why not?" "I dunno. I couldn't think of nuthin' to say..." Jack sighed and fished out a cell phone -- or maybe a Blackberry -- or on second thought, maybe it was something more... "Call her." "Okay." Keisha puffed out a sigh. Taking the phone in one hand, she handed Shawna off to Jack with the other, and then Jack pointed out to proper buttons on the phone. Keisha dialed it and waited, then, "Momma?" Keisha: I really didn't want to do it; I was afraid one of my brothers would come on and chase us down or something -- but Jack insisted, so I done it. "Hello?" Thank God, it was Momma and not one of my brothers! "Momma?" "Keisha? Where you at? Why ain't you home? Did you watch them kids all day, too? Tara better pay you!" Momma erupted. "Momma, I'm ... gone..." was the best I managed to come up with. "Gone? Gone where? What's goin on?" "Momma, I got picked up, okay? I'm goin' to the colonies!" "How in the Hell did you do that?" Momma ranted. "I got picked up with Tara's kids. Tara got picked up." "No shit? I'll be damned! You didn't lie about your age, did you Honey?" "No, Mama, my new master knows how old I am..." I muttered. "Then I imagine you went eye to eye with a dick..." "Well, not yet, Momma. The guy knows I never been with a man, so he's holdin' off until things settle down some." "I'm surprised, Girl. Some a' them pickups sound like some rough shit!" "He's real nice," I muttered. "He's a white boy, too, I bet, ain't he? Brother would have stuck it to ya -- an' probly left ya there, afterwards," Momma opined. "Yeah, you're right, Momma," I agreed. Jack was there listening, so I really didn't want to go into that. "I'm surprised he let you call. Come to that, I'm surprised he took ya. He like big women?" "Seems like it, Momma." "Well, you be good to him. I heard some stories about girls out there that pissed off their men. They send 'em off to places where the boys are out at the front and don't got no pussy and they end up with more dicks stuck in 'em than quills on a porcupine!" "I'll be good, Momma!" 'Where did she hear that?' I wondered. "Call your old Momma when you can, Honey. You got some luck, there -- don't fuck it up!" "I won't, Momma! Bye!" I hung up and handed the phone back to Jack. "Okay, it's all good." "Good." Jack handed me Shawna and I headed upstairs with her to talk to Tara. Oliver: Britney watched this episode, then looked at me. "Jack is ... impressive." "You don't want to be on his bad side," Vera muttered. "He can be fiendish..." Jack looked over at her and said, "Vera, whatever you might think, I had your best interests at heart. There were some surprises -- that's all." He looked at Britney apologetically. "When I made my pickup, we went through the first night thing on the ship; it seems like every few pickups, some guy brings his wife -- and she doesn't get it. She thinks she's still a wife and still has privileges and doesn't understand that she's one of two, or one of four or whatever and has been demoted. I watched some woman go after her ex-husband's other concubine with a fork over sleeping arrangements. The other woman ended up at medical -- and the wife ended up with a snapped neck. It's policy, kind of, to let a new concubine get out of hand and make an example out of her -- it brings home the point to the other concubines that their lives are in the hands of their sponsors. I did a little study after we arrived at Nuevo Angelino and discovered that an unusually large percentage of these object lessons get triggered by wives -- especially wives who had more or less ruled the roost at home. As a result, I made several suggestions to Oliver designed to rattle Vera -- because, frankly, I know he values her and would prefer that she live." He sighed. "I'm sure she considers me fiendish -- but Oliver isn't, patently, and so he needed help..." Jack shook his head. "Nobody realized what was going on underneath Vera's bluster." Vera shot me a guilty glance, then objected, "That Major? Those other men?" "The Major was deliberate," Jack confirmed. "If you had been at a pickup without Oliver and found it necessary to give some strange man a blowjob or a fuck, your position would have been subordinate to him at the outset. You needed a taste of that -- and the realization that Oliver could order you to do it. The other guys..." He pursed his lips. "You were in this state when you finished with the Major. From what we know now that we didn't know then, the Major's -- and maybe Oliver's (I winced) -- treatment must have caused you to flashback to the bad old days, because you clearly weren't done. Unfortunately, Oliver and I were in no position to do anything about your needs -- and those two guys had just volunteered -- so we took the path of least resistance. They got you over the hump so that Oliver could finish you up -- and of course, it avoided what might have been a messy altercation in the bar..." Vera hung her head. Jack said quietly, "I think I'll go get the girls." It was barely six and Jack didn't have to be at the grocery until seven-thirty; his motives were transparent. But I saw the wisdom of it. Jack went upstairs to give some instruction to his other women and headed off, ostensibly to pick up Beth and Frieda. ------- Chapter 27 Frieda: I felt that Beth and I ought to go out with a bang -- and when I suggested it, Jack bought off -- he's cool, you know? Nothing seems to faze him -- not even Stepdaddy and Uncle Bart! If I have an idea, he tends to run with it, too, rather than going ballistic about how wild and crazy it is... So anyway, that Friday Tara and Keisha dropped us at work on the way over to their places to pick up clothes and whatever; I really didn't see why they NEEDED clothes, but apparently it was to keep Beth's sisters from freaking out on arrival. Yeah, well, okay, I guess. Beth and I wore our usual stuff -- jeans and a blouse -- but we wore the spiked dog collars, too. That got us questions all day and a little hassle from one of the managers, who tended to be an asshole. But we weren't DOING anything, and we had our store smocks on and we weren't waving our tits at anyone and Donna gets away with all of those piercings, so ultimately, Needle Dick Peter had to shut up and let it alone. Peter is a fucking prick, and Beth, being the lightweight she is, would have rolled over -- but I don't play that shit and I let him know it! Seven-thirty came and Jack came in, right on schedule, holding a small bag. I went and chased down Peter and said, "Beth and I are clocking out -- and you're gonna want to see this, since you were on the rag about our collars!" So he follows me back to Customer Service, ranting and raving about how we'd better not do anything that will reflect on the store, blah, blah, blah -- he's SUCH an asswipe! I pick Beth up and we go back toward the office and clock out, then head for the Ladies Room. Peter is still ranting and raving and doesn't even notice Jack following us, so he's standing right behind Peter when I poke Peter in the chest and say, "Wait right here." There are six or eight others -- baggers and a couple of off-duty checkout people -- hanging out around Customer Service at that point, largely because they know if I say I'm gonna start something, I follow through... Peter has the attention span of a gnat, so I tell Beth, "Don't try to take anything with you -- in the first place, it'll spoil the effect, and in the second, it'll look like you're hiding." So we just shucked out of everything and left it there on the floor of the Ladies Room. We'd come in carrying nothing -- Hell, we don't even have CAP cards anymore -- Jack has them! I'd had a twenty on me for lunch and I didn't give a shit about the change. We even kicked out of our shoes; Jack was supposed to be carrying flip-flops in his bag, but, hey, he's the boss, and if he forgot, I'd suck it up. I primped a little in the mirror and asked Beth, "You ready?" She gave me a nervous thumbs up and we walked out of the Ladies Room buck naked except for our collars! Peter's eyes nearly bugged right out of his head! "Y--you can't DO that!" "We're doing it, Asswipe! How you gonna stop us?" I retorted, grinning. We stopped next to Jack -- who Peter FINALLY noticed, observant dick that he is, and Jack fished our leashes out of the bag and clicked them on our necks and said, "Let's go!" I turned to Peter, who was dancing around in front of us, sputtering, and said, "Oh, by the way -- we quit..." and strutted up the hall and out into the main store. We got a few "Omigawd!"s and a lot of catcalls and whistles from the guys and I shook my hands over my head and Beth bucked up and smiled and waved -- she's chicken going in, but she DOES go in and when she gets there, she bucks up. We sauntered all the way up the register line like we didn't have a care in the world, with Jack following, holding our leashes and looking unconcerned. It was so much fun that when we got to the end I asked Jack if we could double back! Jack thought about it a second and said, "Sure -- why not?" So we paraded BACK down the row of registers to where Peter was standing puffing an blowing and I stopped and picked up a foot and looked at the bottom of it and said, "Mr. Manager? The floors are filthy! Look at that! This place is a pig sty! Somebody should call the Health Department!" Then we turned around and made a THIRD pass down the registers -- every employee on shift was out to see it by now -- they'd closed the bakery and the deli and everything -- and wandered out the door, smiling and waving and blowing kisses... Jack DID have our flip-flops -- bless his heart! We stopped outside the door and put them on and then took our time going to the car. Somebody yelled, "Peter is calling the cops!" and I yelled back, "Piss on him! We're concubines! The cops won't touch us!" and there were some 'Oooo's and 'Aaaah's as we got in Jack's rental car and drove off. I got up in the back window and mooned the place as we drove off. After that, we settled down. Beth asked, "How are things at home?" Jack said, "Your father is home with a woman named Britney, who is apparently going to be his second concubine. Your mother is up and down -- one minute, she seems fine, and the next she's a little off -- but she's not giving your father or Britney any crap. Still, she makes me nervous -- I get the feeling she's up to something. Your sisters hadn't arrived yet when I left -- but I got out of there about six and hung out in the coffee shop taking reports on how things were going in orbit after they cleaned out your father's workplace." Well, that wasn't a surprise, I figured; Jack was supposed to come in with us, not be a sideshow by himself until we got there... There were extra cars in the driveway; Beth took a look and said, "My sisters are here," and started nerving herself for the big show... Oliver: Maureen arrived first. She's the gifted one, the middle girl -- the only one to go to college, and she was on her way to graduating with honors. I had Vera greet her but not go to any effort to reveal the altered situation -- and Vera followed instructions to the letter. "Okay, Daddy -- what's up?" Maureen demanded. "We'll be making all kinds of family announcements after Beth arrives with her man," I told her. "Since that's the big event, we should wait for them and let her have her moment in the spotlight, all right?" "Oh, all right..." She went off to try to pump her mother -- but Vera was being cooperative for once. I introduced Britney as a colleague who was visiting the family, and that handled things for a moment -- until Maureen heard noises upstairs. It took her a good fifteen minutes to find an excuse to go upstairs, but when she did, she returned dumbfounded. "Who are those women upstairs?" "I'm doing a favor for someone," I told her. "They're staying the night. Don't worry, we've made various sleeping arrangements. You'll be in Travis' room. If you don't like it there, we have a couple of other options on tap." I hoped that she wouldn't wander into the den -- there would be more questions if she did. Vera had managed a pair of king-sized aerobeds in the den and they were inflated and had linens on them and everything else required. Judith arrived before Maureen could become too curious for her own good. Judith got the looks in the family; while all of the Hopkins women were large, she carried it well and gave off a 'cuddly' aura. She also came up shortest in the intellect department. She'd had no trouble collecting a man -- but Dan wasn't any great shakes, either. The couple had been married right out of high school and moved upstate to pursue some opportunity Dan had at a position in some manufacturing firm. That had been a year ago; they were still up there, but I don't think he had that position any more... "Is Dan coming?" Vera asked. "I doubt it," Judith replied. "If he shows up, it will be tomorrow sometime. Tonight, he's working late..." Then she began to bawl, sniffling, "Probably on some blonde he's working with! He's either been out drinking with the boys or romancing her every night this week!" The hens closed ranks at that point; Vera and Maureen consoled her -- 'Men are pigs' and such rot. Judith was so full of her own misery that she didn't even notice Britney! Well, it kept them occupied; Vera dragged them off to the kitchen to help her clatter pans. I could have become paranoid, but Vera would do as she was told, or she wouldn't -- and if she ruined Beth's little surprise, I would deal with her later... Seven forty-five came -- and with it, headlights out front. I got up from making small talk with Britney and went to the kitchen to announce, "I believe that Beth and her man have arrived..." The women made a beeline for the front door; I was content to take up the rear... Beth: It all seemed like great fun and an incredible joke to play on my sisters that morning, but as we approached my house, I began to have misgivings over the whole 'naked slave on a leash entrance' thing. The problem was -- and Frieda, being Frieda, had probably planned it that way, knowing I would come down with cold feet at the last minute -- we had no clothes! I had no choice, unless I could talk Jack into retrieving our stuff from the store -- and I knew better than to try. As we pulled up out front, Frieda gave me an evil grin and said, "You'd be peeing in your panties if you were wearing any, wouldn't you, Sweetie?" I could only nod nervously. "Stick with me and just do it," she advised. "You're a winner here!" Frieda always did make it easy for me to do brave things; I just had to stay with her and it would all work out ... We got organized on the front walk, then pranced to the front door; I pranced because I didn't dare stump like an elephant while Frieda pranced. I opened the door and Frieda faded to let me have the spotlight... Maureen and Judith just stood there with their eyes bugged out and their mouths open! I drifted right and stopped while Frieda and Jack came in and Jack closed the door. Maureen finally burst out, "What in the... ?" I'm not sure where it came from, exactly; I merely smiled graciously and said, "Maureen, Judith, you know Frieda, of course. This is Jack. Jack is an officer in the Confederacy Navy -- and we're both his concubines!" Jack played it all up, stopping to undo our leashes before stepping up and extending his hand. Maureen took it, kind of distractedly, while she looked back and forth between us. Judith -- well, Judith was great! She stood there, looking at us and looking at Jack and I saw it -- something I'd almost never seen before -- a look of jealousy stealing across her face! Maybe it seems petty; we were never super-competitive, my sisters and I. But Maureen got the brains and Judith got the looks -- and I ran a poor third. Yet here I stood, having basically won the lottery ... Naked or not, I was the winner, here -- and Judith, with her doofus husband -- who was not in sight -- was the loser! Judith turned on the charm when she greeted Jack, but Jack was impervious -- as only a man who has six women to wait on him hand and foot can be, no doubt... "Girls..." Jack waved at the couch and we all seated ourselves. Jack turned to Daddy, who was standing, and asked, "Oliver, have my other women and my brood behaved themselves?" "They've been fine." Daddy replied. He waved a nice looking girl about my age into an armchair and turned to Momma and said, "Vera, I think we may need some additional chairs from the dining room." Momma nodded and said nothing, heading for the dining room -- and Maureen and Judith both looked around, confused; Daddy was giving orders and Momma was fetching and carrying? Daddy turned to Maureen and Judith and said, "Jack has two other concubines and three children upstairs, but we thought that we would proceed slowly. He also has -- what? -- two other concubines on a colony world and ... how many children?" "One and one on the way," Jack supplied. Momma returned, lugging chairs. When she cleared the dining room doorway, Maureen went and collected a chair from her. Judith just stood looking bewildered. "There have been other changes and they're relevant to you girls," Daddy announced, "but first, I think Jack needs to show you something." "Thanks, Oliver." Jack got up, fishing in a pocket of his coat, and handed the hypnotizer thingie to Judith -- who was already kind of glazed. Maureen looked warily from it to Judith to Jack, who said, "Maureen, right? You have a CAP score over six point five?" "Yes." Maureen regarded him even more warily. "The device hypnotizes the subject and allows an AI to implant inhibitions against discussion of sensitive information and enforces the inhibitions with nannites," Jack explained. "We'll undoubtedly be discussing a sensitive ongoing Confederacy operation tonight. Everyone else has used it." "Without ill effects, I might add," Daddy said, waving at the device. Jack waited and watched Judith for a few more seconds, then plucked it out of her hands and handed it to Maureen, who went "Ouch!" I guess it poked her right away... Then we waited a couple of minutes; I think Maureen fought the thing, but the nannites probably kept her from winning. Judith was back, looking bewildered; she sat in a chair and looked around, lost. Daddy parked himself on the chair arm of the chair the young woman sat in. Momma just stood there. Finally, Maureen looked up and handed the thing to Jack. "Ready, I guess." Jack looked at Daddy and said, "Oliver? You're the patriarch here..." Daddy snapped his fingers and pointed to the floor on the side of the chair opposite the arm he was sitting on. Momma moved to that location, flicked him a glance, and knelt. "As I was saying, there have been a number of changes. I've accepted a position in the Confederacy. Your mother is a concubine. That hasn't been without some rough patches, but we're working our way through them. As Jack indicated, he is here preparing for a major extraction -- which opens up certain options for the two of you -- but before we go there, this is Britney, who was a research assistant in my office and may continue to be, but who is here to examine us as a family and see whether she wishes to become my second concubine or not." Britney, who had been silent and nearly faded into the furniture until that point, smiled and quietly said "Hello." My sisters were dumbfounded. Daddy was running things and he'd brought ANOTHER WOMAN into the house -- and Momma was just doing whatever... "Momma's a concubine?" Judith burst out. "Yes." Daddy nodded. "I think the time for deception has probably passed, Dear. Jack's concubines are undoubtedly uncomfortable at being the only nude women in the room..." Momma got up, poker-faced but oddly serene, and took off her blouse, unzipped her skirt, and knelt again, naked, and began folding her clothing. Maureen said, "I think I wandered into the Twilight Zone..." Judith just sat and stared. Daddy waved an arm. "Please. This has been more difficult on your mother than you can possibly imagine. We've raised ... old ghosts -- specters from her past. There has been some damage to our relationship, but no doubt we'll put things back together -- a bit differently, perhaps. Emigration to the colonies brings changes with it as we move to rearrange our lives to enter Confederacy society, as it were. I ask you not to make things more difficult on her that I already have." He turned to Maureen. "This is your opportunity to be extracted -- the benefit being that you will be co-located with the rest of the family -- Travis excepted -- at your duty location." Maureen looked at Jack. "I'd hoped to be placed in the Civil Service -- but I would prefer not to have to run a brothel." Jack smiled and nodded. "On Nuevo Angelino, the Civil Service is integrated into a government department called the Support Directorate. Concubines and other personnel run many colony support functions under the aegis of the Support Directorate; unlike many colonies, your position need not have seeing to the wellbeing of unsponsored concubines as a direct duty function. Education, infrastructure support, logistics -- all kinds of things come under Support Directorate control. The Governor requires a certain percentage of concubines to work on colony support at any one time, the usual limitation being whether there is adequate support for child-rearing in the home, so the Support Directorate has a considerable workforce employed in routine day to day support of the shipyard and naval base, construction of colony facilities, and so on." "What do I have to do to be picked up?" Maureen asked. Jack shrugged. "Come with us when we leave the house tomorrow. We're orchestrating a large pickup at a private school; the staff will be used to jumpstart the colony's educational system. There will be more than adequate opportunity to select concubines on site or later on the ship in orbit. I'll introduce you to your Decurion -- he's along for the extraction. You'll have lots of practical work on the cruise, helping us sort people out." Daddy shifted his attention to Judith. "This is an opportunity for you, also. If you come with us, you WILL be picked up -- and someone can be found to take responsibility for you..." Momma shocked us all by erupting, "May I speak?" Vera: I'd been waiting for this moment -- and as I'd hoped, I took everyone by surprise. Oliver turned to me and cocked his head. "If you wish..." "Please let me finish this before anyone comments. The first part may seem irrelevant, but it isn't," I begged. Oliver merely shrugged. I gathered myself and began the speech I'd been preparing all afternoon, "Girls, you need to know this so you can understand why I'm doing what I'm doing. Becoming a concubine shouldn't have been anything serious -- on the surface, I just needed taking down a few notches. But it was more complex than that and I am undone. I'm a fraud, you see." The girls just looked at me, confused. Oliver opened his mouth, but I held up my hand. "You gave me permission..." Oliver subsided. "All your lives," I continued, "I've pretended to be a prudish, uptight, moralistic, bossy meddling woman intent on running yours and your father's lives. I've made your father's life miserable and his sex life less than pleasurable and downright boring, straight-jacketing him into plain vanilla sex done basically one way and one way only. Unless I've ruined you, you've both discovered by now that the views I raised you with are one-dimensional..." Maureen looked wary, but Judith looked surprised; well, no wonder she was losing Dan... "I've lied to all of you and cheated all of you -- especially your father -- and taught you all manner of lies -- and it was all for my personal benefit, because I was doing it to keep from backsliding. Your father discovered my secret, accidentally, while trying to prepare me to be a proper concubine, and your sister knows the details; you see, I'm not an uptight matron -- that's an act. In reality, I'm a fat pig of a slut -- a slut like you've never seen and seldom heard of, even if you had an entire library of porn!" Maureen was shocked -- but it was nothing beside Judith, I think. Clearly, I'd screwed my youngest daughter up considerably ... I pointed to her, "By the time I was your age, I'd slept with perhaps as many as a hundred men -- not one at a time, but in twos and threes and fives and God knows how many..." I turned to Oliver, "I'm sorry, Master, but every time I try to get a count, it seems to go up..." Turning back to my daughters, I continued, "I've probably sampled every perversion you can think of and several you haven't. I've had men in every orifice -- sometimes two at a time! I've had black men, brown men, yellow men -- probably red men! They're a blur ... You see, I'm a gang-bang slut -- a fat pig who likes to have men crawling all over her, poking her holes, calling her names, spewing semen all over her ... At the party after my senior prom alone, I took on twenty-five boys..." I covered my face. "I've hidden it from you and your father all these years, pretending to be uptight, not allowing him to bring me to full arousal for fear that I would backslide and go out on the streets looking for strange men to feed my cravings ... Last night, by accident, a combination of things brought me back to who I was -- and now your father knows and can hardly contain his anger with me -- and I don't blame him, one little bit!" I returned my attention to my youngest daughter, despite a rumble from Oliver; he'd promised, and he would keep that promise. "Judith, you are the one most at risk, here, but there is a solution. Jack has explained that incest is not a moral or legal issue in the colonies -- that many sons and daughters go as concubines with their mothers and fathers. Your father and your sister have demonstrated that, when pressed, they can have sex, enjoy it, and rise above it. Therefore, I want you to take my position as concubine. Go to the stars, please your father and raise his babies -- and leave your fat, ugly old whore of a mother on Earth, where she deserves to be!" Jack: Shock was universal; no one was prepared for this! We all sat there, stunned, as Vera settled back, apparently at peace after her confession and her offer of sacrifice. The silence stretched for over a minute, I think... "Momma! No!" Judith erupted. "I won't! I can't do that! I'll get a sponsor..." Vera waved her hand. "This keeps the family together..." "There are other ways," Maureen insisted. "I can take you -- or Judith -- even if Daddy can't." "You need a man and a woman who can bear and care for your children -- and possibly have sex with you both. Slut that I am, I can undoubtedly do that -- but can you? Can you stick your tongue in your slut mother's dirty holes?" Vera asked. "I won't ask it of you. Fill your family with the right kind of people..." Oliver sat quietly, his face grave. "This is wrong -- but I cannot spurn Judith to her detriment. Besides, whatever Judith decides, you both will go, in any case..." Vera smiled. "Yes, maybe that's the thing. They can make me young and pretty looking on the outside so I can fulfill my ugly needs with a procession of young men who have left their important women at home where it is safe ... I'll still be a stinking whore, but..." the AI opined. 'Yeah, probably, ' I subvocalized. 'I was hoping that Oliver would forgive her and get her on track, but this... ' "Oliver!" I blurted, "There is no requirement for you to choose between Vera and Judith in any case. You have been allocated an additional pair of concubines. Apparently, Vera's growing pains are reflected in your own..." "I would have backed out," Britney murmured. "Well it's not required," I insisted. "In fact, if you take Vera AND your daughter, you're still short!" "Good!" Oliver exclaimed. "I admit to being paralyzed by a moral dilemma -- maybe several! In the first place, you are NOT released, Vera -- this plan of yours to make yourself into a camp follower would only hurt you. We'll deal with your issues in other ways. Britney, I appreciate your offer, but I value you and the position we've discussed remains open to you. Judith, I cannot coerce you in this matter -- it is too close to home, as it were. I recommend that you look for other solutions tomorrow -- but will hold a slot open for you until you HAVE a solution. The implications of your accepting a position as a concubine alongside your mother might prove ... disturbing ... for all three of us -- but I will support you as necessary if you determine that it is for the best." "Thank you, Daddy!" Judith seemed relieved -- and I wondered exactly why. Was it because she had a safety net? Or because Oliver didn't just accept her? Britney licked her lower lip. "Oliver, what do you intend for Vera?" Oliver eyed his one-time wife. "Oh, I'll forgive her, and attempt to find a way to help her deal with her issues. Clearly, her self-image is totally out of synch with reality. I have too much invested in her to just throw her away." "In that case, I would like to accept your offer," Britney announced. "I assume that with Jack here, there must be some method of recording in place?" the AI droned. "There is," I admitted. "Oliver?" "You're sure?" Oliver queried. "Clearly, this isn't the most functional of families." "I would still like to become a member," Britney insisted. "Very well," Oliver assented with a nod. the AI droned. "It's done," I announced for the benefit of all those not plugged into the net -- which was effectively everybody human. I turned to Britney. "You just made your last independent decision. Oliver makes them for you, now." "I understand." Britney got up and started coming out of her blouse. Oliver blinked, but made no comment while she undressed and knelt next to Vera. Vera, however, had a comment -- or a request. "Master, I understand your intent, but there is much anger and resentment between us. You need to purge yourself -- and I need to be punished, severely. While I am not in charge of such things, it would seem to me that here in front of the family is a good time." Oliver rubbed his bearded chin. "You're right -- it's not your place -- and yet..." He got up and came to me. "This sounds ... right ... to me." "I'm not a psychiatrist, but I'm leaning that way, too," I murmured. the AI offered. Oliver was watching me closely, so I knew that he realized that I was communing with the AI. "The AI recommends that you don't hold back. You need to get past your anger and she needs to get past her guilt. When it's done, though..." Oliver nodded. "We both need to move on." "Just exactly." Oliver turned to Vera. "I believe your suggestion has merit. I also believe that the entire family should be involved, with the exception of young children. Please go upstairs and collect Tara and Keisha." Vera nodded and got up to go. "Take something to wear to avoid being nude in front of the children -- but discuss it with Tara. I'm sure that Jack intends to desensitize the children to such things soon." Then he turned to me. "We can't do this here -- it is likely to be loud. The basement?" "Better than nothing," I agreed. "Perhaps we should bind her..." "Probably," I agreed. "Self-preservation and the desire to escape pain will trump her willingness to be punished pretty quickly." I thought a moment. "Got any Velcro?" "As a matter of fact, I have some inch-wide strips used for computer cabling. Will that work?" "Probably. If we wrap it over some webbing, so she isn't bruised or scratched up..." "Some toweling, perhaps?" Oliver offered. "A washrag?" "Is the basement all studs and such?" I asked. Suddenly, Maureen was standing there. "Daddy!" she hissed. "Am I hearing this correctly? You're going to whip Momma?" "I am," Oliver replied frigidly. "Soon, YOU will have concubines -- and you may have to pick a male, who is likely to be unruly! Perhaps you should pay attention!" "B--but..." Maureen gasped, "It's Momma!" "Were you not listening when she suggested this, herself?" Oliver asked. "She's right -- and besides, your mother or not, she MY concubine and she requires discipline!" He stood there, toe to toe with his angry daughter. "You can join the family and help her expiate her guilt -- which weighs on her massively -- or you can go somewhere and pretend it isn't happening. If you do the latter, however, some of her effort will have been wasted, because she owes YOU, too!" He glared over Maureen's shoulder at Judith -- but Judith was in her own little world, apparently... ------- Chapter 28 Jack: It was almost as painful to watch as it probably was for Vera. We set up in the improved area of the basement, which was somewhat soundproofed. Oliver and I and Tara (I found THAT interesting; she not only volunteered, but appeared knowledgeable) rigged up a set of ropes from the top and bottom of a pair of lolly columns and spread-eagled Vera in a set of makeshift wrist and ankle cuffs made of Velcro straps over cloth toweling wrapped in vet wrap. Vera assisted with this almost cheerfully. Tara made her something out of a washrag to bite down on and muffle the screams. Frieda seemed to be restraining herself from assisting while keeping an eye on Beth -- and Oliver and Vera's other two daughters in the process. The whole thing probably took a half-hour to orchestrate. Fortunately, the kids were asleep. Abe had left me and gone upstairs to struggle through the implications of our conversation and was exhausted thereby -- and the girls were totally off-cycle and had been burning a lot of energy dashing around during the afternoon. All three had crashed a bit before Beth, Frieda and I got home and they were still asleep. While they had missed a few things, Vera made it clear to Tara and Keisha upstairs that she was asking for this, so they were up on that piece, at least. Tara handled maintenance of the gag -- to include covering Vera's mouth when she spit it out to scream. That happened several times... Oliver was clinical -- and he didn't limit himself to Vera's ass. He took his time and picked his targets, but didn't telegraph or tease Vera. Once he committed to a strike, he followed through. He circled her, doing her breasts, her back, her belly, her thighs, as well as her ass. On two occasions, he actually struck up, between her legs, at her vulva -- something that brought protests from several of the other females present. I handled Beth with a quirt -- a small braided whip I'd picked up at the feed store along with the riding crop -- when she got vocal; it didn't take but a stroke or two. After that, Beth would just come to me and hide her face when it got too hard to watch. Tara spent her time wiping Vera's tear-stained face and cooing to her -- and glaring at her girls for being too chicken to assist. Keisha just stood there, more or less bug-eyed, she would shift her gaze to me and I would look back, poker-faced. I know Vera got a shock from the very first stroke; I imagine that Oliver had held himself back on previous occasions. For this, though, he did as the AI suggested, and let Vera have it, full force. The first three or four strokes, Vera just gasped and appeared stupefied by the agony -- Oliver was timing them for three or four seconds in between -- but after that, the muffled screams and wails began. It went on for what seemed like centuries. Oliver went for a while at a fairly brisk pace for the way he was timing things, but after a while, he wound down, visibly. Well, that was what we were after; if he was sickened by what he'd done, he was likely to dismiss further recriminations. Vera didn't get off easy in any particular -- she was striped like a zebra by the time he was done. I lost count at fifty strokes. Finally, he stopped, eyed Vera for a moment from behind, then went and placed the riding crop on a nearby table and announced, "I believe we're done." The girls rushed forward, basically getting in our way as we worked to get her untied and the bindings removed. Then Oliver stepped up and took her face in his hands and she crumpled against him wailing brokenly, "I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry, I'm so..." Oliver tucked her head into his shoulder and tried to comfort her without touching anything else. After a bit it became apparent that the crowd of women weren't accomplishing anything, so I told mine, "Go upstairs and check on the children and get dinner moving!" They scattered like rabbits, their minds clearly full of the object lesson. Oliver and I helped Vera up the stairs; we couldn't carry her and any attempt would have no doubt been painful. They settled on the couch, Vera curled up with her head in Oliver's lap -- at which point, he angrily waved his remaining daughters away. I followed them to the kitchen. Maureen complained, "I don't understand! Why is she cuddling up to Dad after that?" I eyed her. "You still don't get it, do you? Their relationship was poisoned -- on her end by guilt, and his by anger and betrayal. The poison has been released, squeezed out of both of them -- and now the healing begins. It isn't over -- they have to build new bridges and deal with new roles and build up trust again -- but they are at least past making payments on what they owed one another." "I think she got a lot more than she wanted," Judith opined. "I think she got more than she expected," I argued, "but what she WANTED was to suffer terribly for her crimes -- and she did. And what to you might seem excess may not to her -- even though she suffered it and you merely witnessed it. She's purged -- and so is he; she will get some satisfaction from that. You need to support them -- BOTH of them." "How?" Judith asked. "Simple," I answered, smiling. "By never bringing it up again. The incident is closed; for you to offer Vera your sympathy or Oliver your anger is to pick at the scabs of their pain and keep the scars from healing. Make supper. When we sit down to dinner, treat her residual pain as an illness or affliction that you can do nothing about except attempt to make her more comfortable and avoid sympathetic commentary or blame." "You're kidding, right?" Judith flared. Maureen grabbed her by the forearm. "No, he's making sense. Leave it alone. Momma did wrong -- and a lot of it! Daddy punished her. End of story. You might look at the effects on you -- and Dan..." Judith's eyes popped. "What are you implying?" "What have you been giving Dan? What Momma gave Daddy? Clearly, that was a lot less than she was capable of. She had the excuse that she was hiding something from him -- do you have an excuse?" "Dan's a womanizer, among his other faults. I was a fool not to see it," Judith muttered. "Is that because he's not getting something at home?" Maureen prodded. "I like sex -- a lot. And I think I understand what happened to Momma." "I like sex," Beth announced from where she was stirring boiling potatoes on the stove. "I'll do ... just about anything, I think. But I prefer to do it with Jack." "I..." Judith paused. "Blowjobs? Anal?" Her sisters nodded as one. "Ewwww!" "Don't knock it until you've tried it, Sis," Maureen replied. To have something to do with her hands, Judith started trimming some asparagus. "Well..." Then she turned to Beth. "What was that about you and Daddy? And incest?" "I gave Daddy a blowjob last night," Beth husked, not turning her head. "It was ... under instruction, but we both enjoyed it -- a lot." Both her sisters turned to me. "Under instruction?" Maureen demanded. "You instructed my sister to give her father a blowjob?" "I did," I admitted. "We were breaking down barriers. Not being on a ship in orbit or on a colony world, there are limits to what we can bring to bear to teach a concubine obedience. You're all still on this world, operating within the limitations of this world's environment, rather than being in a new place where everything is different and there is no turning back. As it happens -- and your mother alluded to it -- there is no incest taboo in the colonies; many families make the choice at extraction to accept a loved one as a concubine and commit what would be a sin here to do it, rather than abandoning them. Confederacy medicine ameliorates what is already an overblown issue." "Overblown?' Maureen erupted. "Genetic defects are overblown?" "You need repeated incidents of intergenerational incest before you run any serious risk of defects -- animal breeders are well aware of this, since they regularly tune a genome by breeding an animal back to the parent or grandparent. If your great-grandmother is your sister, you might have a problem -- but if your mother is, you probably won't. The incest taboo came from direct observation BEFORE the scientific method..." I turned to Beth, "Haven't I preached this multiple times?" "Yes, Master!" Beth found it in her to grin. I turned back to Beth's sisters. "In any case, a blowjob does not result in offspring, to my knowledge." Judith was prepared to be angry, but she was watching Maureen for cues -- and Maureen was looking thoughtful. "You enjoyed it?" Maureen asked Beth. "It's still pretty kinky..." "Yeah..." Maureen pursed her lips, eyeing me, then asked, "How much longer for the salmon?" "It's just started," Tara replied. "Better get some water on for the asparagus, though." Maureen hesitated a millisecond or two at the source of the reply, then said, "Right. The pot is in there..." I left to go sit in the living room. Britney was on her knees before the couch, helping Oliver comfort Vera. In a moment, I noticed Keisha heading for the stairs; at my inquiry, she said, "Got to get the kids up and their faces and hands washed." I nodded; things were well in hand. ------- Dinner was ... interesting. Out of concern for Abe's adaptability, mainly, everyone wore something -- but my concubines didn't wear much. Vera wore even less, limiting herself to the virtually transparent chemise with nothing under it, due to her recent whipping. She sat on a pillow and didn't lean back at all. Britney turned out to have packed a little red number that matched Vera's black one fairly closely while providing a bit more coverage in the underlayer. My girls -- the ones who had them -- wore matching bustiers -- which apparently came with nipple covers that I hadn't seen. Keisha wore a halter-top and panties. To say that Abe noticed would be understatement; I don't think he ate anything for the first ten minutes and I thought one of his eyeballs was going to pop out from trying to focus on Vera's breasts while eyeing them sidelong. The chemise did mask the stripes somewhat, but not her nipples or areolas. The girls were too young to care. Finally, I called him on it. "Abe, just look and get it over with." Abe ducked his head. "Sorry!" I didn't let it go. "Son, when a woman wears something that puts her on display, they expect you to look and enjoy the view -- or at least they do in MY house!" "They do in mine, also," Oliver interjected. Abe slowly turned his head and terrain mapped Vera's big tits with his eyeballs. "Fun, isn't it?" I chuckled. "Yeah." "I had the girls put something on so you wouldn't be embarrassed," I told him, "but when we get home, there are gonna be tits on display, because I like looking at them." Abe's return look said 'Are you serious?' as clearly as if it had come out of his mouth. "I'm not kidding," I insisted. "Your sisters are too young to care if people are naked; the only reason your mother and Keisha and Beth and Frieda are wearing anything is to keep you from going off the deep end over it." Abe's eyes drifted over the women at the table. "It's okay..." I thought Frieda was going to squirt potatoes through her nose! "Apparently you needn't have been concerned, Master!" she tittered. I eyed her. "Would you like to be the test case?" "Would I?!" Frieda bounded up out of her chair and circled around to Abe. "This thing zips up the back -- let me out, willya?" While young Abe fought the zipper, Judith erupted, "Don't you think he's too young..." "There is NOTHING wrong with the human body, in my humble opinion," I interrupted her. "Abe has been raised in a restrictive culture whose mores indicate that the display of the human body is 'nasty'. Personally, I would prefer that he got away from that thought process soon; it leads to all kinds of perverse behavior. Have you ever been to a nude beach? Eh, never mind..." I waved it off. Meanwhile, Frieda shrugged out of her bustier, then stepped out of her panties. Kissing Abe on the cheek, she said, "Thank you, Abe!" and flounced back to her seat, her little titties jiggling. I addressed Abe while waving at Frieda. "You can look to your heart's content. A little gentle exploration is okay, as long as you get permission and aren't a pain about it. Stuff that borders on being grownup stuff needs to wait until you're thirteen or so -- you'll know when." "Okay." Abe proceeded to nearly miss his mouth ogling Frieda's tits. I chuckled. "Don't poke yourself with a fork -- they'll be there all night -- and all day tomorrow, for that matter. And the day after that, and the day after that..." "Really?" "Promise. Cross my heart and hope to die." Abe nodded, thinking about it. He took a bite, snapped a glance at Frieda, and returned his attention to his plate. Frieda looked like she was going to do something salacious, so I raised a finger in warning. "He's not going to be able to appreciate it all properly for several years yet." "Yes, Master." Frieda subsided. I turned to Abe. "So. Girls look nice. You okay with that?" Abe snapped a look at Frieda and a look at Vera. "Yes." He forked in a piece of asparagus and chewed reflectively. "Eat your fish, Baby," Tara pressed. "Yes, Mama." After dutifully locking eyes with his mother, Abe pointedly dropped them to her chest. I pursed my lips. "Ooookaaaayyy ... Open season, I guess. Do as you like, girls." Abe flicked another glance at his mother, then looked away. Tara sat for a moment, grimacing. "Oh, all right!" Turning to Beth, who was seated on her left, she asked, "Unzip me?" Beth did the honors, then turned her back to Tara, "I can't sit here like this if you two are going to be out." Tara unzipped her. Keisha looked around and grabbed her halter and threw it over her head, initiating an impressive bounce. Britney flicked a glance at Oliver, who muttered, "Limit yourself." Britney nodded and wormed out of the undergarment she was wearing. I chuckled. "You're a wild man, Abe." He grinned from ear to ear, then shoved a forkful of fish in his mouth and perused the melons while chewing. "I'm not taking MY top off!" Judith blustered. "Why should you?" I replied. "You're a free woman. No one has even asked. On the other hand, it might be good practice; I doubt that Abe is a serial rapist at his age." ------- That was the end of THAT -- but I found it odd that the next little interruption was initiated by Judith. "I've never given a blowjob to anyone, let alone Daddy!" she suddenly blurted, looking at Beth. "Really?" I replied. "That could put you at a distinct disadvantage tomorrow..." "Really?" Judith said faintly. "Maybe Dan will..." her voice petered out. "Should your husband put in an appearance, he'll have his own problems," I noted. "He has considerably less chance of finding a sponsor, even if he does give blowjobs!" That got a titter -- and a blush from Judith. "Seriously, he has maybe a quarter of the chance you do of finding sponsorship -- and if he does, the chances that it will come from the same sponsor you get are quite small." "So..." "Even if he shows up, your marriage is at an end," I amplified. "Oh." "Are things good between you, then?" I asked. "I got the impression somewhere that they are not." "No, you're right -- they aren't." Judith speared Beth with a glance. Oliver interjected, "Your mother delivers superb fellatio when she sets her mind to it." Maureen and Judith both flinched -- and I didn't blame them; if ever there was a case of too much information... But Vera smiled at her plate and said, "From here on out, I'll ALWAYS set my mind to it." She looked up at Judith, "If you'd like..." "Would you?" Judith asked. Then she looked around, embarrassed. "I'll need a teaching aid -- and so will you," Vera murmured. "We could share, but..." "Oh I'm sure..." Judith began and shot a look at me. I wasn't feeling any too charitable, so I said, "If you go trolling for volunteers, I'm sure you'll find a few before you even get to the end of the block." Judith was taken aback. "I thought..." I cocked my head. "That I might volunteer? It doesn't take much in the way of powers of observation to see that I have my hands full. I have one concubine that I have yet to have sex with! Actually, your father is in the same position, I believe..." I sat back to enjoy Judith's discomfiture. Vera showed her how it should be done; turning to Oliver, she asked, "Master, may I demonstrate my technique using you as a subject?" Oliver nodded. "Certainly. I've no idea where on the spectrum Britney sits, so we should look into that, too." Judith just sat there, blinking, so after a moment Beth leaned over and hissed, "Ask! Ask NICELY!" Judith looked at her in surprise. "I have to ASK to suck his... ?" "You betcha!" I growled. "And right now, I'm not looking on the whole thing too favorably, so you may have to beg!" "It's bad enough I have to watch..." Judith waved at her mother and father. "Then don't," I replied. "They're ONLY trying to HELP you!" Vera rubbed her face. "It's times like this when I get my nose rubbed in the fact that your stubbornness and stupidity come from MY side of the family. I did this..." "Momma!" Judith turned cherry red. Oliver opened his mouth, but Vera raised her hand and said, "Master, please -- I did this -- let me try to fix it." Oliver shrugged. "Very well..." "Judith," Vera said pedantically, "Tomorrow, your fortunes are going to rise or fall on the basis of what you are willing and able to do sexually with a man. Since you've already indicated that you've never given anyone oral sex, I have little hope for you. I know this is my fault -- but I believe that your older sisters both had better sense than to listen to me..." Vera got a nod from Maureen. Beth muttered, "No opportunities, but..." "Momma, you can't be..." Judith began. "I'm deadly serious, Dear! Looks will NOT get you past the gate tomorrow! Oh, they MIGHT -- but if you can't deliver, you'll wish you had stayed home!" Vera shook her head. "The rules have changed, Dear -- and you were issued the wrong rule book in the first place! That's my fault, but at this moment in time, all we can do is TRY to fix it! Now, you can learn what you need to learn and go to the pickup tomorrow with the proper attitude -- or maybe you should stay home! I would love to have the family together on the same world, because I doubt seriously that there is a lot of travel going on -- but I don't want to have to see what happens to you when your sponsor discovers that you're all show and no go!" Judith, flustered, got up from the table, pointing. "Momma, you were right over there telling us all about how you did all of those horrible things when you were younger -- and then Daddy took you downstairs and..." She stopped and blinked and eyed Abe and Elise and Shawna, who were all at the table. Vera sighed. "And you missed the point, TOTALLY! Judith, the problem wasn't that fact that I DID those things -- it was the fact that I LIED about it! I lied to EVERYBODY! And I hurt people in the process!" She shook her head. "Frankly, the stuff I did as a teenager is an asset to me, now that I'm a concubine! I have all the tools I need to do my job -- which is to keep your father happier than he was while we were married!" I cleared my throat. "We may want to continue this after dinner; while I firmly believe in open and frank discussion of sexual matters -- even in front of the children -- things might be getting out of hand." I eyed Abe significantly. Abe, realizing that he was the center of attention, looked back. After a moment, he swallowed his mouthful of potatoes and asked, "What's a blowjob?" There were several gasps and snorts -- and at least one snicker. I replied gravely, "Grownup stuff. From what you told me, you probably have seen one. What were Mama and Jock doing that time?" "Well, Mama was on her knees and Jock had his..." Abe looked at his lap. "Yeah, that's a blowjob," I confirmed. "It's grownup stuff." "And fell ... fell... ?" "Fellatio is a technical term for a blowjob," I confirmed. "Sometimes we use big words so little ears can't make the connections." "You shouldn't be telling him these things!" Judith huffed. "And YOU shouldn't be telling ME how to raise children!" I retorted. "Besides, YOU opened this subject at the table! I live in the hopes that Abe will learn enough that when he is your age, he won't be so stupid about the subject!" I turned to Abe. "For now, this comes under the heading of 'grownup stuff' -- it wouldn't be fun for you." Abe cocked his head. "Mama didn't look like she was having fun." I took that in the spirit in which it was given. "She may not have -- or she may have been playing pretend. Sometimes, it isn't obvious, but she might have gotten a kick out of it even though it was uncomfortable. But I guarantee you Jock enjoyed it." "Oh." Abe thought about it and nodded. "May I be 'scused?" "Certainly. Mama or Keisha will bring you dessert upstairs," I told him. "I'm sure you've heard enough for tonight." "Yeah." Abe's look accused Judith. "She yells a lot." I didn't see any reason to comment. As Abe hit the stairwell, Judith said, "What about them?" -- eyeing Elise and Shawna. "They lack the vocabulary to have any idea what the subject is," I replied, amazed at her foolishness. "Histrionics, however, tends to upset them. Can we discuss this calmly?" "I..." Judith gathered herself, visibly. "Yes." She turned to Tara, "What do YOU think of this?" She waved at the kids. "I think he's right," Tara replied. "Either one of 'em could watch you doin' it and not know the difference. They got NO idea what we're talking about -- and it wouldn't mean anything to them if they did!" She shook her head. "Honey, you are WAY too uptight!" "Fine..." Judith rolled her eyes. She turned her attention to her mother... But Vera beat her to the punch! "Dear, I've had my say. You need help. Your father and I have offered to help you, and I feel responsible, because you got most of the foolishness you're spouting from me. But you're a perfect product of your upbringing -- you won't listen to anything or anybody ... As much as it pains me, I think you should go home to Dan, tomorrow. Maybe, at some point in the future..." "Momma!" Judith burst out. "You act like being unable to suck some guy off is a death sentence!" I leaned up. "May I?" Vera nodded. "Judith, that lack will put you low on the totem pole, at the very least. Sponsors at a pickup are looking for women who are willing and able to perform basically any sex act they can think up on short notice. It's a selection criterion for MOST sponsors, because once you're extracted, they have the right to expect you to do anything they can think of, period! Given that situation, fellatio is a basic skill; if you were into anal sex, that might be a trump card -- and it might not. A concubine has two primary functions -- keep her sponsor sexually satisfied, and make babies. If you're not willing to go out of your way to fulfill that first requirement, most sponsors won't even ask what you think of the second!" I eyed her. "Surely you KNOW this -- have you ever seen a pickup?" "They're on the news all the time," Judith said dismissively. "They censor them," Frieda interjected. "Usually, you get to see the containment field. Maybe you see a flash of someone stepping into a transporter. Even then, they're usually the last Marine out, not the people who got picked up." "Oh." I admit that I was somewhat surprised. "That's too bad -- a picture is worth a thousand words." the AI informed me, "You should see one," I told Judith. "At mine, a guy set three women on each other in a cat fight to see who got to get poked in the ass -- and he butt-fucked the winner, then didn't take her because some chick that wasn't even in the fight struck his fancy by deep-throating him while he watched the fight." "You're joking!" Judith scoffed. "I wish I was," I replied. "Sponsors tend to have one big chance to pick the right concubine -- at their pickup. And they generally blow it. The first way to blow it is to pick a hot LOOKING babe instead of a hot babe. But the second mistake is more prevalent -- they concentrate on sex and forget child-rearing. You see, that's the problem; once you're extracted, you're stuck with what you collected -- or somebody else's castoffs. For a concubine, if she isn't what her sponsor thought he was getting, she has a couple of options -- get with the program, or get beaten bloody until she does, or get dropped off at the civil service brothel to get broken in, or get traded to another sponsor -- or maybe get shoved out an airlock in deep space without a suit. Your folks would no doubt like for you to avoid all that..." Judith looked stubborn; I knew I was wasting my breath. Then the AI said, 'How soon?' I subvocalized. "You're in denial," I opened up on Judith. "What if I told you I could produce video of a pickup?" "How can you do that?" "I have access. I'm ALREADY a Confederacy officer, remember." I turned to Oliver, "Doctor, my AI says you have a TV with a game console attached." Oliver nodded. "That's correct." "May I use it?" "I would be in your debt if you can get through to my youngest daughter on this subject!" Oliver declared. "Very well..." I rose from the table. "The kids shouldn't see this, even if they DON'T understand it. As for the rest of you..." "The women should see it," Oliver opined. "ALL of them. Even Maureen." "Okay, we'll come back to the table for dessert," I replied. "Tara, you'll probably need to stay in here; arrange the kids against the wall just inside the door so you can see around it." It took only a couple of minutes to get everything organized. Judith, Vera, and Maureen occupied the couch, in that order. Oliver pulled up a straight chair from the dining room. Beth took an armchair and Frieda sat on the arm; Britney sat on the floor in front of Oliver. I got on the net and entered the web address and settled into a chair next to the TV as the feed began. I won't go deep into detail; it was the usual thing. The viewpoint rode the shoulder of each of three Marines; it split-screened so you could see each or you could click to see them all. The fourth feed showed a diagram of the pickup site and the locations, color-coded, of the Marines and the sponsors. It was a coffee shop; there were four sponsors and nineteen women present. One of the Marines delivered the canned briefing -- being deliberately gauche, to get everyone's attention -- and the sponsors started rotating and the women started peeling. I watched Judith more than the video; I could tell when it hit a good part by the way her eyes bulged. One time I got the cue and turned around to see some woman crawl up and stick her tongue in the ass of a sponsor who was already getting a blowjob. It lit him off and he grabbed the head of the chick blowing him and turned the blowjob into instant deep-throat, blowing his nut down her neck while she choked on him. The good news? I think he took both of them. There was one little chubby thing crying her eyes out, going from sponsor to sponsor and getting spurned. She tried everything she could think of, too -- including eating other girls, licking assholes, offering her ass up for a dick ... The Marine in charge got tired of ordering her off, but instead of stinging her he told three guys who weren't going anywhere to hold her down and give her a 'consolation prize.' She was still pulling a train when the last Marine closed things out... "See what I mean?" I said as the video stopped, "Someone should have taken that one..." Vera gave a groan and covered her face -- it hit a little too close to home, apparently. ------- Chapter 29 Judith: It was like entering the Twilight Zone -- this was my family, but it wasn't. Things were almost normal for the first hour or two, then my sister Beth and her girlfriend Frieda came through to door naked wearing dog collars and being led on leashes by a man I quickly learned was Beth's new master! Not sponsor, mind you, but master; nobody was dealing in euphemisms. The entrance of the three of them seemed to trigger this weird metamorphosis; Daddy was large and in charge and Momma knelt on the floor, naked! Then Daddy introduced this girl about my age from his office as someone interviewing for his second concubine slot. Somewhere in there they let it out that everyone had been gathered because there was to be a big pickup the next day; Maureen only needed to wave her CAP card, of course, but I was screwed ... Then Momma made this confession about how she'd been some kind of super-slut in her high school days and how she didn't deserve to go so Daddy should take ME! Oh, and did I mention that we were to have SEX and I was to get PREGNANT!? With DADDY!? Then this Jack guy told Momma and Daddy that her big sacrifice wasn't necessary -- he could keep Momma AND me... Somehow, Momma decided that she needed the holy crap beaten out of her for her ancient sins -- and Daddy agreed with her and they strung her up in the basement and proceeded to make me absolutely nauseous, beating her with a whip... And somewhere in there a couple of black women showed up from somewhere -- with kids -- and everybody seemed to understand THAT but me... This Jack guy seemed to have an answer for everything -- and he kept cramming my foot in my mouth! Everything was just eerie! We were in the kitchen and Beth and Maureen are all about forgiving Momma for supposedly being a slut -- and Beth admits to giving DADDY a BLOWJOB the night before ... I mean, really ... I HAD to be dreaming or on some kind of hallucinogenic drugs ... Jack comes out with this diatribe on how the whole incest taboo is 'overblown.' Yeah, right! Then we went to dinner and there we sat pretending everything was normal -- except Maureen and I are the only women decently dressed -- and that includes the black women, who appeared to belong to Jack, too. And there were three little black kids at the table and Jack said that the only reason the other women are dressed at all are to keep the little black boy from freaking -- but the kid said he was fine, and the next thing you know all of the women were climbing out of their clothes! Things were so weird that I wasn't thinking straight and I made some comment about blowjobs ... Daddy popped up with this announcement; if there is anything in the world stranger than hearing your father describe your mother's capability for oral sex, I'm not sure what it is! When I made it clear that I'd never done such a thing, I got treated as if I was retarded or something! Momma offered to show me how -- on Daddy! I got a little freaked -- no, make that a LOT freaked -- and everyone acted like I didn't have the sense to come in out of the rain! This Jack insisted that blowjobs were a 'basic skill' that I needed to be a concubine -- and everyone agreed with him! Then he painted this godawful picture of how a Confederacy pickup was the next thing to an orgy combined with a slave auction -- I didn't believe him, of course -- but then he offered to show a video... The thing was maybe twenty minutes long -- and I saw things I'd never even imagined! It was ... unbelievable! Women getting naked and being fondled and felt up like farm animals and committing deviant sex acts as though everyone in the room had been injected with some kind of aphrodisiac ... There was some girl there who looked a lot like Beth -- and they held her down and eight or ten guys had sex with her -- and she didn't even get to go! When it was over, all I could do was say, "It was staged..." I HAD to pretend, even though I knew better... Jack snorted and called my bluff, "Want to see another?" And in seconds, five totally different Marines were organizing things in a diner ... When the women started stripping, it was time to stop kidding everybody; I croaked, "Enough!" and Jack shut off the TV. I covered my face, muttering, "Okay, what should I do?" I think it was then that I realized that Jack wasn't being unkind. "You've got choices," he said. "You can go home to your husband and practice a few new things -- which might or might not put the two of you back together. If you prefer to ship with your family, you can take your mother and father up on their offer; having sex with your father will be a shock for the first few times, but believe me, you needn't even hide it where we're going -- the taboo is irrelevant. Or you can try to solo. To do that successfully, though, you'll need both experience and the proper attitude, or you won't succeed." He paused for a moment. "I'll be honest with you -- this is a different kind of pickup. You WILL get picked up, no matter what -- but in your case, it will be what happens AFTER pickup that will be an issue. You see, normally, sponsors get what you saw there on video -- maybe twenty hurried minutes to pick several concubines. We're going to sort things out in space, though, and that will mean that potential sponsors will have days to select concubines. That means they will look closer -- which might make it more difficult for you to be selected." "Why?" I asked, puzzled. "Because in a normal pickup, you might nerve yourself to do what is necessary -- and even paste a smile on your face -- and thereby fool some guy long enough to make orbit," Jack explained. "But at this pickup, you'll be part of a large pool that will be subjected to a more thorough analysis -- and if you go 'Ewwww!' the first time someone asks you for a blowjob, everyone is going to know it. If you're dead in bed, everyone is going to know it. If you approach things as if you're going before a firing squad, no one will be interested -- and it will be a lot easier for you to drop the mask due to the lack of urgency." He frowned. "Can I see your CAP card?" I was reluctant, but I knew better. I collected my purse from the stand by the door, dug it out and brought it to him. He made no comment about my general score -- which is pretty embarrassing -- but said, "Well, if someone is looking hard and wants to take on a project, you have something to work with; I see your mother's sexuality is lurking under all that repression, and you have good nurturing scores." I was surprised; that was probably the nicest thing anyone ever said about my CAP score. He handed it back. "If you break your current mindset, your general score will go up; your mother pretty much ruined you in some areas." He glanced at Momma, "Sorry, Vera." Momma just sighed and looked sad. "If you think you have the time, I would go home and learn to enjoy sex, if I were you. Then retest and you'll have a better foundation. Unfortunately, that would separate you from your family." "What will happen to women who aren't selected?" I asked. Jack frowned. "You'll go into the Civil Service pool. We'll undoubtedly be collecting a large number of males who are not suitable sponsors, just because we're not being picky about who is extracted. You'll end up learning sex from them. And since they are not eligible to make babies without sponsorship, you won't be doing that, either. Basically, you'll be a very unhappy but well-used whore -- one of a large number, I imagine. And you'll be hanging out with REAL troublemakers and women with bad attitudes and angry lesbians and who knows what." He sighed. "Things go downhill from there. Women DO come out of the Civil Service pool, but it takes them some time to regain any sense of self-worth if they've been there for a while or for the wrong reasons." I blinked. "What are the right reasons?" "Death of their sponsor in combat," Jack replied. "No stigma is going to be attached to a concubine who is a widow -- especially with children -- who got there through no fault of her own. They're going to be the cream of the crop. You would be somewhere below that on the totem pole." He sighed. "Eventually, it might even be decided that it is best for all concerned if you were disposed of -- and by that time, you might not even care. In fact, that might be a factor in the decision -- euthanasia, more or less." "I'd be killed?" I asked, surprised. "On Nuevo Angelino -- the colony we're going to -- concubines aren't generally killed out of hand. But if you're psychologically not fit to live, it might be a blessing," Jack replied. "Suicide is always a specter in the Civil Service pool. That's why we try to give the women day jobs, when we can." "So..." "You can go home. That's risky in the long run, because the Sa'arm ARE coming." Jack ticked off a finger. "You can ship with your parents -- which is more or less a gimme, for as long as your father wants to put up with you. But you're going to have his kids -- which will likely take some getting used to." He ticked off a second finger. "Or you can put yourself on the market. That's risky in the short term, because of your attitude and skill set." I puzzled this out. "If I went with Daddy..." "If I was Oliver, I would go to some effort to put you in your place immediately, for your own good," Jack replied, his smile showing fangs. "You would be one of four concubines -- period -- no special privileges for being Daddy's Little Girl. I'd tilt you up and poke you regularly and paddle your ass every time you were less than perfect," he flicked a glance at Momma, "just like your momma. I'd probably ride you hard and put you up wet until I saw the proper attitude." "And if I 'put myself on the market' as you put it..." "Risky -- especially given what I've seen this evening. You're not ready; you need training." "I need to learn fellatio." "You need to learn to LIKE fellatio -- and maybe anal sex, and regular sex in various positions and cunnilingus -- both to and from another woman -- and being fondled and patted and played with and treated like the family dog. You need to be prepared to accept the fact that you'll be property -- and prepared to deal with the fact that you're not out there to be catered to -- it all goes the other way." Jack pursed his lips and shook his head. "That's a lot." Jack looked at his watch. "And it's after nine p.m. on the night before you have to demonstrate this sea change, and we have limited assets..." "Will you train me?" I burst out. "Me? You don't like me. Besides, I'd be putting four other women on hold." "Master, PLEEEASE!" Beth cajoled. "She's my sister!" "My condolences," Jack muttered -- but I suddenly realized that he was trying to get my goat. Maybe he had been, off and on, all evening! On the other hand, I had no doubt that he was being honest in his description of the situation and his assessment of me. The two were related; part of him getting his assessment had been poking me with a sharp stick to see if I would bite... "There's no time..." Jack muttered. "Vera has made considerable progress," Daddy pointed out. "And we abused the shit out of her to get her there," Jack retorted. "We would have to go for several hours delivering repeated shocks to her system -- and it might backfire, and it might not take -- and we might not break through! Then what?" "Then part of my work will have been done for me," Daddy replied. I don't think I'd ever seen that particular expression on his face before. Jack's glare raked me. "Even that's not a good thing. If she knows she has you to fall back on..." Daddy sat thinking about it. "If she's utterly worthless, I won't take her. I have Vera to contend with, after all..." He nodded. "If we determine that she isn't going to make it, I won't take her. It's better that she go prepared." Jack shook his head. "The incest taboo is a powerful tool -- otherwise, she would just go over and kneel up to you. Given the limitations, I don't see how we can avoid deploying it. When we're done, though, she might as well go with you..." He grimaced. "We have too little time and too few assets. She'd have been better off at Ray's last night. Even better would have been using those two little pricks I had to stuff in a box the other night..." Momma sat forward and said, "I have nothing, so I have nothing to offer you -- but I'm begging, anyway! Please -- do what you can..." Daddy eyed Jack and said, "I'm sure we can work something out..." Jack looked back and said, "Beyond a quid pro quo?" Then he waved it off and turned to me. "Everybody is asking for a miracle here. I'm going to describe the plan -- and it's going to be a challenge. If you don't cooperate, it won't work -- period. When I'm done telling you what we're going to do -- you're going to ask me -- pretty please -- if I'll do all this shit to you -- and you'll commit to doing the whole thing. Do you understand?" If he was trying to scare me, it was working! "Yes." "Okay. I will -- I have to -- press you to the wall. I'm going to do every wild and crazy thing I can think of to familiarize you with various sex acts -- and I'll be pulling every dirty trick I can think of to try to get you to break down and enjoy it. Given what I understand your current orientation to be, at some point you may feel as though you would have to reach up and stretch to scratch the belly scales on a snake. Your CAP card says there exists inside you the capacity to enjoy sex..." "I enjoy sex!" I insisted. Jack flashed me a look of irritation at the interruption. "Maybe, in a limited way. But you've been too busy controlling it -- and yourself. You're going to have to come out of the closet and play with the big kids, though, not hide in a box and let someone at your pussy occasionally through the holes. When we're done -- if we succeed, you should be able to enjoy a number of things you've never done before -- but at some point, you'll probably feel really guilty about it. There will probably be a period of 'Oh, God! I'm a slut!' and things will get rough until you move on to 'Thank God I'm a slut!' which is where you need to be. Your mother really isn't past that yet, so frankly, I don't know if we're going to make it. I'm going to be throwing stuff at you, rapid fire, and you're going to have to improvise and adapt and overcome -- and all the while I'm going to be looking for devious ways to make it worse -- more humiliating, more embarrassing, more physically taxing. If by tomorrow morning I can get you AT LEAST to the point of thinking, 'Oh, well, I've done THAT before!' I'll have accomplished something minimal." He sat back. "Now, think about what I just told you. I basically said that I intend to visit multiple depraved sex acts on your lily-white body -- and I'm going to do my best to humiliate you by attempting to get your active participation in your degradation. When I get done with you, you probably won't be able to look the person you are at this moment in the mirror, because the new you won't be able to pretend that she believes in the closed moral positions you have been coming out with in the few hours I've been exposed to you. The intent is to make you a slut -- and make you like it and make you look forward to wallowing in depravity for its own sake, not just in order to improve your chances of survival. You tell me -- does this sound like something you want? Because there ARE other options..." I looked at Momma -- but she'd made her opinion clear. I looked at Daddy -- who cocked his head and lifted an eyebrow. I looked at Beth -- who was clearly waiting for me to commit to the whole thing. Finally, I looked at Maureen. "You don't have to mess with this..." Maureen pretended to examine her nails. "No, I get to be depraved all by myself. I didn't listen to Momma, Sis -- I made up my own mind. There's stuff I haven't done and there's stuff I've done that I'm not necessarily proud of -- but I'm not living in the Dark Ages. If you're looking for my advice, it's like this: You need to pull your head out. Dan was a mistake -- but you made it worse by not giving him anything decent to come home to. Sex is something that consumes a guy's attention for a significant amount of their waking hours; if you're spending a similar amount of time trying to figure out how to avoid it, sooner or later, a guy will move on." I turned to Jack, "I guess..." "Don't guess," he interrupted, holding up a hand to stop me. "You're putting yourself in my slimy paws and you're not going to like what happens -- for a while, at least. You need to be able to say to yourself, 'I did this -- it's nobody else's fault.' Otherwise, you'll blame Vera or your father or Beth or Maureen -- everybody but Judith. Everyone else may think it is the best thing for you -- but this is a Judith decision, not a decision to be made by someone else." He paused for a moment, then added, "And another thing. Once we get started, there's no backing out. There is no safe word -- you can't say 'Uncle' and have me back off. I own your porky little ass until I decide that you can't possibly make the grade -- understand?" I blinked a couple of times. Porky? Jack sat back and laughed. "See how easy it is to get to you? You need a thicker skin, Honey. There's gonna be blood all over the place!" Stung, I wondered 'What next?' He was right of course -- he'd been prodding me all through dinner -- largely because I'd been inviting it by bouncing all over the place. But then, how many times do you have to watch your father beat the crap out of your mother with a whip? Hearing her describe herself as a 'fuck pig' was bad enough... So I thought about it. Jack indicated that there were three options -- I could stay on Earth while my family left en masse, knowing that in a few years we were going to be hip-deep in omnivorous aliens, I could sleep with my parents -- literally -- and have incestuous relations with my father, or I could make pickup and try to find another sponsor. Everyone present seemed to think that if I went to the pickup unprepared to participate in all manner of deviant sex acts, I was in grave danger, because no one would want me. Unfortunately, the videos seemed to bear them out. Jack's opinion -- and he was the only one present who had ever gone through the system -- was that, painful and risky as it might be, I should pass and try to get past my hang-ups before attempting a pickup. My parents wanted me along -- but they had reservations over the whole incest thing -- especially since I obviously did. That left Option Three -- but if I wasn't adequately prepared, I was just buying myself an extensive amount of misery... Jack was at least up-front with me -- he would make my life Hell for a few hours in the hopes that I would at least become acclimated -- and he made no guarantees. It was do or die ... I gathered myself. "Would you please do whatever it takes to get me ready for this? I promise to do my best..." Jack didn't look happy; apparently, he'd hoped to scare me off. Oddly, that gave me some confidence. "You place yourself in my hands -- and I say when it ends, not you..." he insisted. "I do." I looked around at my family, making them witnesses. Oddly, Jack eyed Maureen for a moment -- but she shrugged. Turning back to me, he said in a flat voice, "Get naked. Now!" Well, I'd more or less expected it. I started coming out of my clothes. Jack looked behind me and yelled, "Tara! Call Ray's. I want to know if those two assholes are there!" "Troy and Tony?" Tara asked. "Yeah, them." Jack turned to Daddy. "We'll need help and they have psych warfare down pat, as I hear it." Turning to Vera, he said, "Hurry her up. Rip her clothes off if you have to. Then get on with that demonstration. I'll get stripped down so when she's ready she'll have a practice idiot." I almost started to correct him, then decided it was a trap and shut up and concentrated on getting out of my pantyhose. Momma came over and said, "If you plan to wear more than shreds to the pickup point, Dear..." "I'm hurrying..." I stopped with the hose -- if THEY were shredded, it wouldn't matter -- and got my skirt over my butt and my blouse all the way off. Jack was undressing while watching me and I knew that if I still had something on when he finished he was going to remove it by brute force, so I sped up even more, fumbling... He got my pantyhose -- and my panties. Well, it could have been worse... The next thing I knew, I was kneeling in front of my father's erect penis, while Momma lectured me on the parts and how to please them. Jack parked himself in front of me and I looked at his penis -- which was a bit larger than Daddy's ... Then he slapped me! "Pay attention to your mother!" he snapped. I covered my cheek, exclaiming, "I've seen one, you know!" "What did you do with it?" was the sarcastic response. I got the hint and paid attention to Momma's lecture -- which WAS informative after all. After a couple of minutes' worth of descriptions, Momma rolled her lips over Daddy's penis, took it in and let it out a couple of times, lowered her head a bit and went "Glurk!" -- and her nose was poking Daddy's belly! She backed off and did it again -- twice -- then came up for air. "That's the advanced course," she croaked, "but I was making a point." I said "Yes, Ma'am!" I got it. I hadn't been all that sure she hadn't exaggerated the whole slut thing until that point -- but I knew better, afterward. A couple of minutes later, I was tentatively lipping Jack's glans (a term I had learned during Momma's lecture). Jack said, "Don't ever do it that way again." "Sorry?" "It's not a snake -- it's a popsicle. I don't care if it's covered with green pus and salt crystals -- you want to suck it. Confederacy medicine fixes everything -- even HIV -- so you can deal with a cock with confidence. And another thing -- eye contact! I want to see big eyes as you suck me in. Now listen to your mother and learn a little technique." I had a mouth full of his penis and Momma was telling me what to do with my tongue, so I didn't bother to reply. Actually, I'd been all nerved up to gag -- but at the last second I realized it was a stupid head game -- I'd been psyching myself out. Having just watched Momma SWALLOW Daddy, the stupidity of that course of action was all too apparent -- and after a couple of seconds with my tongue and lips in contact with it, I realized that Jack's penis was mildly gamey at worst -- and that for only a moment. When Jack tried to gross me out, it just told me that he knew what I'd been thinking. After that, I felt a little proud of myself; this had been on my list of big 'no-no's -- but Momma did it and Beth did it and apparently even Maureen did it, and I appeared to have gotten over the first big hump ... but it wasn't over yet! In the first place, it took a while; loooong after Momma had Daddy hunched over her, grunting, and backed off to display a mouthful of thick white goo, I was still sucking and slobbering. I honestly don't think Jack was screwing with me, either -- I wasn't doing something right. Momma got down with me and coached and caught a couple of things that were hurting me and not helping Jack -- like clamping down while pulling him in, which doesn't do much for him and bangs up your lips. And she taught me about playing with that line that runs up the back of his balls and onto his bunghole. She discussed prostate massage, but Jack wasn't interested. Finally, Jack got a little tense and told Momma, "Tell her about orgasm." Momma got down close and said, "Keep working, but listen to me. By now, you know that guys want to run it in and out. When they cum, the instinct is to bury it." I looked at her out of one eye and she shrugged. "Some guys are nice about it -- and some aren't." I looked back up at Jack and he shook his head. "Don't even ask. Just relax as best you can and take it -- it might turn out to be your first lesson in deep throat." Then he looked at Momma and said, "Tell her the other part." Momma cocked her head, so he explained it himself. "Cum is the ambrosia of the gods. It doesn't matter if it's bitter and metallic and gives you cottonmouth and sticks in the back of your throat -- you LOVE the stuff! You open up and display it, you swish it around in your mouth, and you swallow it -- and smile. If nothing else, you accomplished something. I happen to know mine isn't too bad -- I actually had it altered a bit so it wouldn't be as nasty -- but it's still cum..." Then he grabbed my head and poked my throat several times -- probably just to make me choke -- before backing out far enough that when he squirted cum, it was in my mouth, not my throat. Based on that experience, it wasn't going to be a favorite thing -- but I blinked watery eyes and tried to deal with the whole thing positively. I managed to display it in my mouth and I managed not to gag as I swallowed it, despite what he'd done while poking my throat. Jack's comment? "You're not smiling..." Tara came in and said, "Jock finally answered the phone. They're there, Master! Jock said Tony asked him if we'd been back and he told him you said last night was the last time." "Tell Jock not to scare them off," Jack said, "And tell him we won't cause trouble -- in fact, I'm bringing a peace offering." Tara relayed the message. "Jock just laughed." "Good." Jack turned to Beth, "Go get that jelly of yours." Beth nodded and padded off, leaving me wondering what a jelly was. "And lube!" Jack yelled after her. I started to worry... And I was right to do so! Jack whispered in Tara's ear and she went and splayed herself obscenely in an armchair; Jack hauled me up by an arm and brought me to stand before her. "Time to enjoy the other flavor," he announced, "Eat it!" He dragged me to my knees. I just wasn't prepared, I guess; I was fresh off my hard won success with blowjobs and while I knew more was to come, I hadn't given any thought to this! Licking a pussy? From some black woman I'd just met? "Omigawd! No!" I erupted. "Wrong answer!" Jack announced, and searing pain flashed from my ass! He was using that whip on me! I opened my mouth to scream and Jack shoved my face into Tara's pudenda! It smelled ... pretty familiar, actually, but it was too fast, I wasn't prepared -- there were probably a half-dozen other reasons, too, like she was black and nearly twice my age and ... I threw up. ------- Chapter 30 Judith: I actually think Jack was pleased! He hurt me with that whip five or six times -- I cried and my mouth tasted nasty and I was embarrassed. Jack had Beth take me to the bathroom and Momma cleaned up the mess on the floor -- but I cleaned the mess off Tara and apologized humbly -- Jack made sure of it! "Now get your tongue in her and get her off!" Jack demanded, "Twice!" I did it. I got control of my stomach and I stuck my tongue in there. I was able to console myself that I'd just washed it, but sucking a guy off was less ... flavorful ... even when they were dribbling that pre-cum. Tara tried to help, talking to me, telling me what worked for her and what didn't. "That's it, Baby -- you know what's good. I know you play with yourself -- just use your tongue there..." She panted and gasped and praised me and Jack encouraged her to hold my head and guide me and do whatever made it good -- and I knew Jack had me where he wanted me, because this was just WRONG! Blowjobs -- well, everybody did them, apparently, despite what I'd absorbed from Momma on the subject when I was growing up (which, come to think of it, wasn't much -- Momma's technique was not to talk much about sex and to discourage discussion by closing it off whenever possible; most of my 'education' had been her expressing disgust for 'perversions' when someone else mentioned them). This, though -- lesbians did this! Butch bitches and other freaks! But Jack was on the warpath -- and true to his word, he was going to make me do nasty, perverse things -- and try his best to make me enjoy them! He shoved that whip between my legs while I knelt, lapping Tara's wet slit. I feared the worst, but Jack just said, "Spread your legs!" Moments later, I heard a buzz, then felt something sliding along my slit! Risking a quick glance down, I saw something pink and jiggly appear between my legs. The tip looked a LOT like the head of a penis ... Jack thumped me on the back of the head and I went back to lapping at Tara -- but ... that thing was AMAZING! It had my whole pussy buzzing! I realized that this must have been what Jack meant by a 'jelly' -- apparently it was a vibrator of some type in a wrapper made to look like a penis made of gelatinous material... I'd never owned a vibrator -- and never used one -- and I was AMAZED at the powerful sensations it brought to my pussy! It was hard to concentrate on Tara -- I kept drifting! On the other hand, as it moved over my pussy, it reminded me of things I should have remembered on my own, such as what a focal point the clitoris is for pleasure. I started concentrating on Tara's and it made my life easier, as when I drifted off, I could suck on the hood of hers and lap the pea-sized bump underneath mindlessly... It was extremely effective; Tara grabbed my head and held it in place and started thrashing and humping and wailing "Oh, Baby! That's it!" And I didn't care a bit, because that buzzing pink monster was pushing me to a place where nothing else mattered! Suddenly, my face was wet and made squishy noises as Tara ground against my chin -- but I saw stars and raw jolts of pleasure raced through me and I could care less that Tara had just flooded me with pussy juice -- I was cumming! HARD! Jack thumped me on the back of the head again and I managed to mindlessly lap at Tara's gooey pussy while I rode out the aftermath of my orgasm. The 'jelly' had gone away; Beth's friend Frieda's face appeared in my field of vision wearing an evil grin and she waved the thing, "Fun, huh?" I managed to nod without stopping my work; I had a second orgasm to give Tara... I think I undid myself the second time. You couldn't have gotten an admission out of me with hot irons at the time, but I DO masturbate and I liked to tickle my bunghole a little sometimes while I did it. Sex with Dan was so fraught with maintaining expectations that I was usually tense and seldom reached orgasm -- but he would roll over afterward and I would masturbate and in some ways it was better than vaginal sex. Anyway, Tara was kind of loose for a bit after her orgasm and I wasn't seeing a lot of results for my work, so I rubbed her bung with a finger. Jack murmured behind me and Momma said something, so I snatched my hand away -- but Jack thumped me and said, "Don't pay any attention to us -- keep doing what you're doing! If Tara likes it, there's no reason not to play with her asshole a bit -- I'm pleased that you got a little independent, here!" Tara claimed that she liked it, so I kept tickling her bung and gently tracing the line between it and the base of her slit. Pretty soon, she was humping and gasping again, and I hoped to bring her off more quickly the second time. Daddy rumbled something and Jack rumbled something but I was busy doing what I was supposed to be doing -- so I jumped when a wet finger made contact with my bung! I clenched up, but Jack hit me on the butt with that damned whip and said, "Relax, or you won't like this at all!" I couldn't do it, but whoever was playing with my bung was patient, wasn't forcing things, and was well-lubricated -- and pretty soon, despite myself, I couldn't stop that finger from periodically penetrating my opening just a bit... Jack was on me like a duck on a June bug any time I got too distracted, so I kept my nose in Tara's pussy. After a bit, I think I was mirroring what was going on at my butt with my finger in Tara's -- and she wasn't complaining. Soon, she started gasping and whining and shuddering and grabbed my head and I could feel her vagina pulsing on my face and her anus pulsing on my finger as she wailed, "Yeah! Omigod! SUUUUUCK!" Juice gushed from her and I just sucked it down, pleased that my work was done. When I raised my head, though, Jack thumped me again. "You're not done; nurse her through the aftermath. I'll let you know when to come up." Someone was still fingering my bung and someone was sliding fingers along my slit and things were getting to be VERY pleasant, especially when knowing fingers rubbed circles around my clitoris. I continued to lap Tara while I paid more and more attention to what was going on between my legs... I heard a half-familiar buzz and began to anticipate the feel of the 'jelly' on my slit. It was clear that Jack planned to have me salivating at the idea of sucking on a pussy like one of Pavlov's dogs ... But something blunt but not terribly thick seated itself at my bung -- and it tickled because it was vibrating -- and it was lubricated and I was lubricated and my bunghole just opened up and let it pass... It was LONG! Longer than a finger, I think. Whatever it was had gentle ridges that rubbed the inside of my anus as it slid in and backed out, buzzing, jangling nerves there that I only dimly realized existed. It went in a little, then came out, then went in more, and backed out, then went in even deeper and I was surprised at the length of it, and it backed out -- and someone was rubbing my clitoris and I know I was making noises -- and then it went in DEEP and was buzzing and the base of the thing was pressed against my bung and buzzing... I ABSOLUTELY CAME UNGLUED! I'd NEVER had an orgasm like that -- NEVER!! I came back to myself to find that I'd been drooling on Tara's stomach while she laughed and played with my hair and caressed my cheek. Other people were chuckling, too. Jack surfaced some kind of gadget with a long, narrow rubber tip and crap on it -- MY crap, no doubt. "Go clean this and give it back to your mother." Turning to Momma, he added, "I don't suppose you have enema supplies? She's going to need to be clean..." "I have an old red douche bag with an enema tip," Momma related. "Good. Fill her up. I want her flushed out before we go to Ray's," Jack directed. He flicked a glance at Daddy, but Daddy only nodded -- and I found myself being led to the bathroom for something I KNEW I wasn't going to like... Jack: I think it's called an 'anal intruder.' It's an attachment -- a sleeve you slide over a hard vibrator, made of soft rubber. The extension is about six inches long and as big around as your pinky, gently ridged, going into a flat base. It's just narrow enough to be able to painlessly insert in a rectum that's mildly prepared for something. Vera mentioned it to me when it became apparent that Judith liked having her asshole played with, murmuring, "I have this thing for my vibrator..." I sent her off for it. Oliver eyed it and her when she came back with the thing and she blushed furiously; I don't think he was aware she owned a vibrator. She owned the old, hard shell plastic kind, with no frills except that the dial on the bottom controlled the speed. Actually, I was fairly impressed with Judith; she appeared to be moving right along. Blowjobs went too easily, in my humble opinion, even though I worked at making them an issue -- but shoving her nose in Tara's pussy got a SEVERE reaction! By the time Tara got her second cum, though, Judith seemed to have mastered herself and her technique, thanks to the jelly -- but the anal intruder was a real show-stopper! I figured we'd made a pretty good dent in Judith's issues by the time I sent her off for the enema ... Oliver, myself, and my girls put our heads together to plan next steps for when she came out, leaving the enema to Vera's tender mercies. One thing that occurred to me was that if Dan WAS playing around, it would be ammunition for Troy and Tony; after a short conversation with the AI, it started looking for records. Even on Earth, society is more and more surveillance-oriented -- Big Brother IS watching you! Pictures were spewing out of Oliver's inkjet printer before Judith and her mother emerged from the bathroom. Judith: I was right -- I HATED the enema! I think Momma hurt me on purpose! In the meantime, we talked a little, Momma starting it out with, "I think I'm seeing a little bit of the real me in you already." "You really did all of those things?" I asked. "Sweetheart, I hit my senior year of high school looking more like Beth than you -- and even without the lisp, no one was interested in a fat sow who wasn't even decent to look at," Momma replied sadly. "You're chunky, but at least you have a pretty face and your body presents itself well. I had the itch, bad -- and only a vague idea what the itch really was, because your grandmother didn't discuss sex under ANY circumstances." She eyed me sadly. "I gave your sister Beth this in detail the other night and there is actually a recording out there somewhere -- apparently the AIs monitor EVERYTHING! Maybe you should just ask to listen to that..." "Maybe you should just tell me," I grunted. "I've got -- uuuh! -- nothing ELSE to do for a few -- uuhggh! -- minutes, and it will take my mind off this..." The cramps were TERRIBLE! I looked up and Maureen was standing in the doorway, nodding. "Okay, well, like I said, I wasn't as fortunate as you and no one wanted anything to do with me -- so I started taking chances," Momma continued. "The boys locker room at the gym had two doors and I started sneaking between them and cracking the inner door. It was a gold mine -- I got to see naked boys, which only made me hotter and braver. One night, I got either incredibly stupid or incredibly lucky -- even today, I have mixed feelings about that -- and I got caught by some boys. I was in the wrong place at the wrong time and I wasn't going to be able to talk about it, since they had me dead to rights -- so they took advantage of things and stretched me out on a bench and proceeded to teach me to fuck and suck. Naturally, they weren't nice about it -- I was a fat, cock-hungry slut and they let me know that they knew it. But they didn't hurt me and I enjoyed it and I came away addicted -- and they knew where to find me. Pretty soon, EVERYONE knew where to find me. Nobody, male or female, wanted anything to do with me in public, but the guys had plenty for me to do in private -- Hell, girls would send me their boyfriends to fuck so they wouldn't have to! Anyway, after graduation, your grandfather and I had it out -- he was plugged into the net, even if your grandmother wasn't, largely because he used it himself -- and he shipped me off to great grandma Ellie to clean up my act and agreed to send me to school out of state. When I met your father, he was, well, easy -- and I decided that he shouldn't know about my past, and that I shouldn't allow him too much in the way of fun for fear I might backslide. I've lived in fear ever since..." This set me back some. Momma had lied about things in order to cover up her past! Now that I knew why, applying it to me meant that I'd been doing stupid things for stupid reasons because I was ... stupid. Okay ... But Momma was worried... "What are you going to do now?" I asked Momma. "Trust your father," Momma sighed. "It's all I can do. He believes he can deal with it, one way or another." "What happens if ... UGH!" Damned cramps! "You should be able to use the toilet now, Dear," Momma informed me. "What happens if you turn out to be a slut? Apparently, if you don't go totally overboard -- and there is no reason you should -- it will help you get what you want..." I thought about this while I made terrible sounds -- and even more terrible smells! I had a whole set of behaviors and prejudices built upon what I'd learned from Momma -- and now she was telling me that foundation was fake! Momma wasn't really that hung up -- she'd just pretended so Daddy wouldn't be tempted to do anything wild and crazy and set her off and get her thinking about wild stuff! And that left me ... where, exactly? Apparently, the answer was 'Acting like a prude for no good reason'! The implications were ugly. Sex with Dan was more about preserving my reputation than fun -- or even procreation. Come to think of it, I was on the pill, anyway ... Dan didn't SAY anything, but what would he value more -- a chaste wife or an exciting sex life? I had a sick feeling that I knew the answer... Cleaned out and cleaned up, I followed Momma out to the living room. Spying Daddy, I asked, "Daddy, do men value virginity?" Daddy flicked a glance at Jack. "What do you think?" "Only until we take it," Jack replied, his grin showing fangs. Daddy nodded agreement. "That was my first take. Why?" "Then, when you aren't, any more... ?" Daddy frowned. "Continuing the pretense is ... irritating." Jack picked things up. "If I'm getting the thrust of the question, the average guy wants his woman to go from virgin to sexpot. Optimally, he would like to point to her and tell his friends, 'I broke her in and she's HOT!' Does that answer your question?" "Yeah..." What I was thinking must have shown... "Yeah, 'I broke her in and she's a dead thing, ' isn't a source of bragging rights," Jack amplified, "but then you're not, are you?" I just hung my head. Jack: From my point of view, the night was ruined, in that I'd hoped to climb into bed with my women early, drain my balls in however many of them I could manage, and get a good night's sleep. But Oliver's family was my family, and I'd signed on to help, so ... I sent Judith, Frieda and Tara off to get ready; clothing selection was to be 'minimum decent -- no underclothing.' I figured that the minimum number of personnel for the expedition were myself, Judith, Tara, and Frieda; I would take a stinger and could take down everyone in the place if necessary. Oliver had other ideas; he wanted to go along, 'just in case.' Frankly, I wasn't sure what he thought he could accomplish, but Judith WAS his daughter. Maureen wanted to go, too; I had to explain what we were up to: "There are a couple of guys at this place that have the process of double-teaming a woman down to a science. They generally like to steal a guy's date and humiliate him and run him off, then they break down the girl with the idea that her date didn't think enough of her to hang around and abandoned her. In the process, they -- hang on a minute. Frieda!" "Master?" "Can you give Maureen, here the down and dirty on Troy and Tony's methods?" "Sure, Master!" Frieda turned to Maureen. "First, they browbeat the shit out of a girl's date -- if possible, not in her direct presence. Usually, they start it by one of them asking her to dance and leaning on him so he allows it. Then while one of them is slow dancing with her, the other one leans on the guy, making threats and being menacing. Depending on the guy, it might not take long, especially since the guy on the floor with the girl is at least pretending to get very familiar with her. One or two dances later, the guy blows, usually without even saying anything to the girl, and Troy and Tony take her over." Maureen blinked. "This works?" Frieda smiled. "Usually. They pick their targets -- they won't go up against Mr. Universe, for instance. And girls usually have an issue that makes them vulnerable. This isn't a party place for the beautiful people -- it's just a restaurant/bar. Management cooperates, too, by looking the other way." "Why?" Maureen asked. "Sometimes they get to bat cleanup." "Oh!" "So," Frieda continued, "You've got a girl who probably doesn't date much or maybe is easy in the first place whose date leaves her flat -- but she's getting a lot of attention from a couple of hot-looking guys. Troy and Tony keep slow dances rolling on the juke box and they take turns dancing the girl to exhaustion while putting the moves on her and getting her all wrapped around the axle over being abandoned. So pretty quick, the girl is wasted and aroused from dancing, and tipsy, and looking for comfort from being abandoned, and the guys are all sympathy while feeding her insecurities. If they picked the right girl, she was hoping to get some, anyway, and she's got two guys all over her ... Then they start seriously groping her and she's tired and weak and fighting them and herself, too, and if she gets too whiney, they go 'Okay, fine -- no wonder your date blew on you! You're just a prick tease!' and they remind her she's not that hot and she doesn't have a ride home ... Pretty soon, she's blowing one of them and the other has a finger in her and it's all downhill from there..." Maureen eyed her. "How do you know so much?" "I watched it a half a dozen times," Frieda replied, shrugging, "only I missed the first part; I didn't put it together that they got part of their kicks out of forcing the guy to leave his date, even though I saw them at it. I WANTED them to do me..." Beth, who'd been listening, amplified, "WE wanted them to do US!" Maureen eyed me. "So how is this so perfect?" "They're a team. They're good at seduction and working on a girl's insecurities, breaking her down. And it's more male resources," I replied. "It sounds like you don't have the usual setup," Maureen murmured, "How are you going to isolate her from a date she doesn't have?" "Dan isn't here, but..." I passed her the printed photos. There was a surveillance photo of Dan kissing and feeling up some blonde in an elevator, and Dan and the same woman at a restaurant, and what must have been parking lot surveillance from a bar, showing them necking in a car and Dan leaning back in his seat while she hunched over his lap. My comm link beeped and I pulled it out of its holster -- it resembled a Blackberry, but did quite a bit more. The screen lit and displayed a clip of Dan doing the blonde doggie taken through a window. my AI explained. 'Push some screenshots to the printer, ' I directed it, then handed the link to Maureen and cycled the clip. "Where did you get THAT?" Maureen asked. "Recon drone," I replied. "I have ... resources. That's a few minutes old, I think." The AI, divining my intent, applied a time stamp to the image. It was virtually live. After about three seconds, the AI muttered, and the scene shifted to the blonde doing a very energetic reverse cowgirl, bouncing on Dan's cock while he lay stretched out on the bed. 'Where is this?' I subvocalized. "So much for Dan," Maureen muttered. "Yeah, but whose fault is it?" I retorted. "Don't tell Judith -- I want Troy and Tony to have the full use of this." "I'm going," Maureen announced. "Why?" I asked. "This outing is for Judith and the other girls I'm taking are for protective coloration and to help me assess where she is." Maureen shrugged. "Maybe one of them will drag me around the floor while the other one sinks his fangs in Judith." "Hell, if you just want to dance, I'll drag you out..." I offered. Maureen just cocked her head and looked at me, so I added, "On the other hand, if you want to practice resisting seduction by a charismatic loser, that's fine, too -- it's good practice for tomorrow, since you'll no doubt be picking a male concubine." Something in her attitude said that she was prepared to BE seduced, but I held my peace about it. Instead, I eyed her pantsuit and said, "Dress down -- the uniform of the evening is short skirts, accessible tops and no underwear." "Right." Maureen turned to Beth, "Sis, I need to raid your closet." I sighed and rolled my eyes. "Beth, same rig. You might as well watch your sisters go down fighting." I turned to Oliver. "There are six in the car..." "Very well. I'll stay home and see what kind of domestic situation I can look forward to," Oliver capitulated. "Lucky you," I replied. "You only have two to watch right now." ------- Frieda sat on my lap in the back seat. I had the left side, Beth had center, and Judith the right. Tara drove and Maureen had shotgun. It was too many bodies, but I needed Tara to help me get Troy and Tony headed in the right direction and Frieda to help me assess how they were doing. Beth was there because both of her sisters were, and I knew there was a solidarity thing going there. At Ray's, we got immediate attention from the bar -- including Troy and Tony. I waved everyone but Tara toward a table (NOT along the back wall) and Tara and I approached Troy and Tony, who were clearly thinking about vacating. "Relax, guys," I said, waving, "No harm, no foul. In fact, I've brought a peace offering. Jock, give the guys a round of whatever they're drinking." Tara supported me with, "It's okay, guys, really." Troy was pretty nervous. "What did you do to me in the parking lot?" "Let's say I kept you from doing anything foolish," I replied. "Did you get your gun back?" "Not yet," Troy admitted. "Jock's holding onto it for a while to make sure I show some sense." I nodded. Tony muttered, "How come you always draw a crowd?" "Jock knows, I figure," I replied. "He didn't tell you? Tara -- quietly..." Tara stepped up and whispered in Tony's ear and his eyes popped. "No shit?" I nodded, shrugging. Tara moved to Troy -- and understanding dawned, you could see it in his face. "You're right -- I've got too many to handle tonight," I admitted. "That's where you guys come in. See the curvy one in the middle? Cute face? That's my peace offering -- I want you to work your magic on her and take a piece or two." "Why?" Tony cocked his head. "She's in training, let's say. You can have her for a couple of hours -- I want you to break down her resistance and give her a good going over. I came to you guys because I know you can make her enjoy it despite herself." Troy grunted. "If you're gonna just hand her off..." "I can spurn her, but I can't really leave," I explained. "But I brought you something that will help..." I fished pictures of Dan and his paramour, printed two up on computer paper, out of my pocket. "This is her old man and some cunt he's two-timing her with. She suspects, but she doesn't KNOW -- and she hasn't seen these. I figure you can alter your technique a bit, you know? This will give you something to talk about." Tony was eyeing the girls at the table, "So what's the tale here?" I shrugged. "The three heavy ones are sisters -- I know you recognize the one on the right and the one with her back to us; they've been here a bunch of times, and they're the ones we got into it over the other night. Those two are mine -- they're concubines, in fact. The other two sisters -- well, I'm not taking them on, but someone probably will, soon. The one in the center, in particular, needs to learn to give it up; she's been trading on her looks and it's backfired and she's losing her old man over it." "She's still a porker," Troy grunted. "Yeah, but she's got a cute face and she carries it well," I noted. "That was enough to get her hooked up. She's also not the sharpest knife in the drawer, but that's another tale. The one on the left isn't as choice, but she's a lot smarter; if one of you is bored, you might take a run at her. Who knows? Besides, it might keep the other one off-balance." "What are you gonna do?" Tony asked. "Sit at the table like King Tut," I replied. "Maybe have Tara crawl under and give me head. Since you'll be feeding the juke box, maybe I'll feel up the other two on the dance floor." "So what do you expect?" Troy asked. "I expect you to run your usual number on her, altered for circumstances," I replied. "I expect you to each take a piece or two, once she's tenderized. If I decide to leave, I want you to leave her flat in the parking lot and have Jock call me to have her picked up. You can pass her around if it doesn't look like it will hurt her any -- like I said, I want her to enjoy it as much as possible, but I want it brought home to her that she's just another slut. If you can get in her sister's panties, you can have that, too -- take it as far as she'll let you." "That's it?" Tony asked. "That's it." Tony looked at Troy. "Ain't nothing else happening tonight." Troy shrugged, nodding. I dropped a ten on the bar. "Juke box money," I explained. "I'll leave Tara to handle any suspicions you boys might have." I turned and headed for the table. "How much did you sell me for?" Judith asked. "Cheap," I replied shortly. "I thought I was gonna have to pay them." I settled into a chair Frieda had dragged over between her and Beth. "The waitress been here yet?" "No," Frieda related, "I think she's wondering if Tara has come in to work." "I want a beer," I announced, and specified the brand. "Get whatever the girls want and go order it from Jock. Let him know you'll be giving him head, later. Then come on back and let the waitress bring it." "You got it, Boss!" Frieda replied, grinning. "What do you want to drink, girls?" Moments later, she swayed off. "I think she's growing or something," Beth muttered. "Could be," I agreed. ------- Chapter 31 Judith: Clearly, I don't get it. I listened as Jack told Frieda to offer the bartender a blowjob, and you'd have thought she was getting a popsicle or something. Peanuts from the bar, maybe. There wasn't any uproar over it; she didn't get upset that he would just hand her off to some old bald guy on a whim; he'd merely given her something to do and she was off to do it, just like that... The jukebox started up and one of the two guys Jack had talked to wandered over. "Can I borrow one of your women?" "Go ahead," Jack waved grandly. "I'm overstocked. I can only dance with so many." I nerved myself to get up and go with him -- but he took Maureen, instead! I sat there, blinking -- did I have 'uptight bitch' written on my forehead in lipstick? Maureen looked surprised, too, but she got up and went off with him. Jack took Beth out, leaving me sitting with Tara, who had taken Frieda's seat. I watched my sisters dance; Beth cuddled up to Jack and smiled and they didn't do much but cling to one another and rock -- but I could tell she was happy, and that Jack was fond of her just by the looks on their faces. It was a side of Jack I hadn't seen; it seemed like he'd been so busy directing things since I'd met him that he hadn't really expressed any affection for anyone. The look on his face as he held my sister to him, though, spoke volumes -- that and the little touches and hugs and caresses. Beth is a head shorter than Jack is; he made do by kissing her on the top of the head. He had a hand up under her blouse, rubbing her back, and a hand on her ass, squeezing, the whole song -- and Beth loved it, I could tell. He wasn't groping her, really -- it was more a possession thing. He was saying 'this is mine' and she was agreeing with him. Frieda came back; Tara moved to Maureen's vacant seat. As Frieda set out the drinks, I asked, "Is Jack like that with all of you?" Frieda mustered a wistful smile. "You don't know, do you? I'm here because Beth batted her eyes at Jack and said, 'Pretty please?' Tara's here because she always wanted to do the total slave thing -- and because of her kids; maybe mostly because of her kids. Keisha is with us because of Tara's kids -- Hell, Jack hasn't fucked her yet! She's also around because she's a natural mother. But Beth? Beth was love at first sight! I know -- I was there!" I was amazed! "Beth?" "Beth." Frieda nodded. "They met at the grocery store, at my checkout. He got a drop shot down her tank top and went ga-ga! She bent over to get something in front of him and he almost started rubbing her ass, right there! He asked her for a date and she got all chicken and flubbed it, but I put them back on track..." She shook her head, remembering. "He picked her up from work and they were fucking like bunnies before the night was over! By the next morning, they were a done deal!" "When was this?" I asked. Frieda grinned from ear to ear. "Monday." "What?" I gasped. "You're shitting me, right?" "Nope." Frieda shook her head. "I met Jack officially Tuesday. Tara met him then, but she didn't get picked up until last night -- same with Keisha." "So it's been, what, three or four days?" I gasped. Frieda shrugged. "If this was a pickup, we'd have had, like twenty minutes, you know? Jack knows his shit -- he's already got two concubines in the colonies. This time, he's looking for different stuff -- mothers and stuff. I guess he learned his lesson with the first batch." I couldn't get over this -- Beth, hooking up with a guy, like, overnight -- and becoming a concubine! My dumpy big sister with the braces and the lisp! She was up there, dancing ... So was Maureen -- and the guy was running his hand under her top, rubbing her back ... I have to admit, I was suddenly jealous... The other guy came over just as the song was ending. He was harder, harsher, not as polite as the other guy. "So, you wanna dance?" he asked. I could be an idiot, or I could get up to dance; I got up. The song ended, but he just held my wrist. "Don't worry about it -- I fed the box." I wasn't going anywhere -- he was holding my wrist and wasn't planning on letting go. We didn't talk about it, either; he didn't threaten me or anything -- it was just out there, clear. "What's your name, Honey?" "Judith." "Well, Judy, I'm Troy -- and that's Tony." Troy waved at his partner. "That's Judith," I corrected him. Troy didn't accept correction at all -- gracefully, or otherwise. "Nobody calls you Judy?" I shook my head. "I'll start the trend, then." And that was the end of it. The next song started and he pulled me into his embrace and held me at the waist -- his hands on bare skin under my top -- and ground himself against me. I found myself with my arms on his biceps or around his neck while he maneuvered us to and fro, our crotches melded together. At some point, he looked down my tank top and my cleavage and said, "Those are nice..." It was rude -- but it was a compliment. It took me a moment to decide what was more important, then I mumbled, "Thanks." I really hadn't noticed before how close dancing is to sex. Troy made that clear at the outset. When I danced with Troy, it was 'dirty dancing' -- and the same was true of Tony, for that matter. They just didn't allow for anything else -- and I discovered that I really didn't care... We danced to three songs, then Troy took me to a table along the back wall. Tony had Maureen there and they were sipping drinks, having come off the floor one dance back. Jack and Beth were still out there, ignoring us, it seemed like. "What do you want to drink?" Troy asked. I ordered a rum and coke and he went off to get it -- but Tony said, "This is a good song," and the next thing I knew I was back on the floor. Tony was the charmer. He would make a move, and if you noticed, he would cajole you and give you the 'Come on, you know you want to, ' line. If you got firm with him, like I did the first time he slid his hand under the waistband of my skirt and palmed my bare ass, he would shrug and I would find myself seated at the table before the song ended -- after which Troy would haul me out for the very next song. Troy invariably went straight for whatever Tony had hit as a roadblock -- and he gave no ground. When he dragged me onto the floor after Tony dropped me over the hand on my ass thing, he went right after it. When I protested, he said, "So you give it to Tony?" When I sputtered that I hadn't, he stuck his hand under my skirt and grabbed a butt cheek anyway and said, "Who are you trying to kid, here, anyway?" And when I tried to reach back to extract his hand, he spun me on the floor and when he finished, my back was to him and his hand was on my left breast under my blouse! It was 'out of the frying pan and into the fire' -- any time I bucked Troy, he upped the ante! I finished that dance set with BOTH of Troy's hands making lumps under my skirt, kneading my cheeks, and thankful I wasn't topless! We did three as usual, and they let me sit one out and suck down an entire rum and coke before Tony hauled me up again. Tony usually did two -- while Troy and Maureen talked, apparently -- and then he would let me slide for one or hand me off to Troy. Then he would sit one out and pull Maureen onto the floor for one and when Troy finished his three, Tony was rested... But I wasn't! Every time I sat, I had to pant and gasp and suck down a rum and coke to get some liquid in me -- and if I begged off Tony, he would take Maureen out and Troy would take me out the very next song for three again! I got hot, my legs got rubbery, and rum and cokes were flooding my system with alcohol; I had to lean on them and let them balance me and hold me up. That led to lips on my neck and hands just about everywhere -- and I wasn't complaining because I was aroused and becoming languid from exhaustion. "Hot, are you?" Troy asked. "Just do that thing you girls do where you tie a knot in your top and make it a midriff." When I opened my mouth to protest, he rolled his eyes and said, "Just do it," -- and I knew if I didn't, he would find a way to make me wish I had, so I did it ... The next time he took me out, I got dizzy and asked for a non-alcoholic beverage -- and got one, I think, but I was far gone already. Maureen announced that it was bathroom time; the guys seemed to understand the convention, because they let me go, too. "How are you holding up?" she asked. "They're holding me up, at this point," I panted. "And they're octopi. Both of them have eight arms, I swear!" "Tony seems nice," she opined. "Yeah..." I replied weakly. Tony was giving Maureen something just short of equal time, it seemed to me -- and she wasn't fussing about it. But Troy wasn't giving her anything I could see -- and that meant I was getting about three times the attention... When we got back, Troy got up and slid me in between him and Tony on the bench along the wall -- and Maureen settled on the other side of Tony. Troy pulled me against him and slid his hand up under my top to cup a breast and I grabbed his hand. "Settle down," he rasped. "Your sister isn't bitching. How come you've got to be so uptight all the time? No wonder your old man isn't paying you any attention!" I leaned up and looked across Tony to Maureen -- and Tony had his hand in her top! And she was all relaxed about it... "Jack isn't my old man," I muttered, settling back. "I meant this guy," Troy replied and picked up the table centerpiece and slid some paper out from under it. He parked them on the table in front of me and shoved his hand back up under my top. "Your sister says things aren't too good at home..." I picked up the papers -- they were pictures, printed two to a page on standard paper. They wouldn't have won any awards, but they were clear enough ... clear enough to recognize Dan -- and that blonde -- in a clinch in an elevator! Every page got worse. I was shaking like a leaf when I got to the bottom of the stack. Thinking you knew something was different than being pretty sure -- but seeing it in living color with a time stamp of earlier this evening trumped everything! Troy pulled me against him and I had two choices -- scream and fight, or settle back -- and I went limp, the pictures trickling out of my hand and onto the floor while Troy mauled both of my breasts and murmured, "Seems like he likes his women hot and spicy -- do you do hot and spicy, Judy? I think you need to learn..." Dan and I were done, no matter what. Tomorrow, I would kneel up to some man -- even if it was Daddy! And if no one wanted me, I would come back here ... Against the backdrop of my pain, I heard him say, "I bet that one lets him play with her titties..." I needed no proof of THAT! I placed my hands over his, holding his in place while her squeezed them and milked my nipples. We did that for a dance, then Tony hauled me onto the floor -- and I let him take me where he would and do with me as he pleased. Emotionally, I was numb, a zombie, the knowledge that my old life was truly gone robbing me of any will. But physically, I was aroused; I'd been pinched and tickled and rubbed and fondled and molded and patted and caressed for hours and I was a bundle of nerve endings looking for titillation... Tony took my lips, then invaded my mouth and attacked my tongue with his -- and I reacted instinctively, returning his efforts. By the end of the second dance, we were dry-humping standing up on the dance floor; my mind, blank, let my body do what it wanted, and it wanted pleasure! Tony led me back to the bench; Maureen was gone, back at Jack's table. We continued to kiss and grope each other hotly; I felt a little guilt, distantly, that I was stealing Maureen's man -- even though I knew I wasn't. Then he was trying to pull my top over my head and I started feebly contesting it whimpering weakly. We were in a bar, for God's sake! Had we been somewhere private -- ANYWHERE private -- I wouldn't have fought... "Come on, Babe," Tony murmured, "You need to loosen up! Isn't this how things went wrong?" But he stopped -- not that it mattered, since my top was up around my neck and the air conditioning was blowing across my rock-hard nipples! I was draped along the bench and Tony continued to milk my stiff points and cup and squeeze my breasts while sucking my tongue and he ran a hand up my leg under my skirt, caressing, and my toes pointed and I raised a knee as fingers slid over my labia, rubbing my hooded hot button ... Something about that bothered me -- not the sensations, which were wonderful, but something else, and Troy's voice said, "That's it ... Spread your legs so I can tickle your pussy..." I struggled weakly and broke free of Tony's lips to look down along my body -- and Troy was there, his hand under my rucked-up skirt! "Noooo..." I whined quietly -- and Troy got that look on his face and said, "There you go again! When are you going to learn to relax and let your slutty side have its day in the sun? Now cut the shit and go back to what you were doing..." His arms were between my legs; I couldn't close them. He looked me in the eye and flipped up my skirt and I watched, breathless, as his hand went back to work in my wet slit. Then Tony leaned down and kissed me again and I surrendered for a while. The next time I surfaced, Troy's face was buried in my crotch and I was holding Tony's erect cock in my right hand, jacking it gently, my hand loving the flesh sheathed steel feel of it. I looked around; we were still in the bar. Looking around, I could see several people watching with expressions ranging from disinterested to carnivorous -- but Tony, hot-eyed, hissed, "Suck it!" and backed out from under me, leaving me flat on the bench with my knees up and Troy's tongue drubbing my clitoris. I turned my head and Tony picked it up and manhandled my mouth over his cock and I tightened my lips around it and let him pump me back and forth, rolling up on one shoulder but not disturbing Troy ... Sometime later, Tony's cock muffled my scream of joy when Troy bit down gently on my over-stimulated clitoris, triggering an orgasm. While I lay boneless in the aftermath, Troy pressed my knees to my shoulders and crawled up and I watched with one eye as he tore his way out of his pants, one handed, knowing what came next and not caring at all... It was as if I'd never had sex before! Troy wasn't gentle; he entered me like he did everything else -- with authority. Once he was set, he started driving his cock into me and bashing my pubic bone with his as he bottomed out. I was coming down off an orgasm and blindly hoping for another and it was ... perfect! Just perfect! I never seriously dropped off the plateau! Tony distracted me for a moment as he went nuts and poked my throat and filled my mouth with his flood -- and I remembered that it was the nectar of the gods and smiled and swallowed. Then I was able to turn my entire attention to Troy and it was like someone had turned up the volume! "Grab your knees!" he grunted, and when I did, he went after my nipples -- and lightning streaked here and there and energized the fire he'd already lit in my core and I realized that I had a BIG one coming ... coming ... Tony covered my mouth to stifle the scream as lightning flashed and thunder roared and I rocked, senseless, under it all... I couldn't hold my knees, so Troy rocked forward over me and grabbed my shoulders and did some kind of strange maneuver that got his legs shifted around and the next thing I knew I was on top and Troy was driving up from below. I looked around, but it was too late to get excited about it -- I was naked on a bench, fucking! I wasn't the only one. Jack had Beth bent over a chair back and was just entering her as I looked over. The look on Beth's face as he slid home in her was indescribable; I knew SHE didn't care that we were doing this in a bar! Frieda was knelt up in front of a bald guy wearing an apron -- I recognized the bartender. Tara was on the pool table, her head hanging over; some guy was shoving his cock in her mouth, fucking her face! I had this perfect view of his ass cheeks flexing and his heavy balls swinging back and forth and every once in a while one or the other of her eyes, dependent upon which direction his testicles were swinging. Some redneck was pulling off his work boots, mumbling that he'd always wanted a piece of black ... As I watched, he climbed up on the table and I could see him settling in between Tara's legs over the shoulder of the guy fucking her face. Somebody was missing ... I thought for a bit, but my head was fuzzy, even though my eyes worked perfectly. Then a familiar voice said, "Tony?" behind me, and a hand that had been playing with my butt withdrew and Tony's voice said, "Huh? Oh. Okay. Get naked, Babe..." Below me, Troy's face took on a scowl and he turned his head, cranking it around to look toward the bar. "Harley!" he yelled, "Can you get hard? Come over here and open up this little bitch's ass for me, willya?" Troy wrapped his arms around me so I couldn't back away and kept pumping, looking me in the eye and rasping, "Don't whine. You can quit pretending that you're as pure as the driven snow, because everybody knows you're a slut. Now do old Harley a favor and suck him hard so he can drill you chubby little ass and quit worrying about it." I didn't argue; I didn't have the will for it. Harley was sixty, I think, with a short, fat penis covered by a wrinkled foreskin. It was going to hurt my ass -- and it didn't matter. It was a little raunchy tasting starting out -- and that didn't matter, either. Troy was doing a fine job of distancing me from anything but his piston boring out my womanhood. It took me a couple of minutes -- and I stopped once for an orgasm -- but Harley firmed up to a decent length and a vaguely worrisome girth. Someone said, "Here, poke her ass with this stick of butter," and Frieda stepped into sight, grinning. She looked off to her right, behind me, as Harley forced the butter against my ass -- but I was distracted by a familiar voice yelling, "Oh! OH! OH, TONY!" and managed to ride it out while Harley wore down the corners of the stick by rubbing my anus with it. "Shit," he groused, and I wondered vaguely what the problem was until Frieda said, "Gimme that and go get her to fluff you back up." I was probably better off with Frieda greasing me up, anyway. She was gentle but thorough and I threw another orgasm from Troy's pounding and Frieda's fingering. Then Harley was ready again -- and it hurt, but nowhere near as bad as anticipated -- and then it got good -- and then it got REALLY good -- and then I screamed like a banshee when Harley started pumping goo into my rectum, setting off a real A-bomb of an orgasm and triggering Troy's eruption in my vagina! After that, I was done. I was too pooped to pop! Troy crawled out from under me, grumbling about fat bitches, and I drifted off for a minute or two. When I woke up again, Frieda was standing there, grinning down at me. "Let's get you back in your clothes," she said, "It's time to go home." I sat up and looked to my left; Tony was stretched out atop Maureen and they were kissing -- still connected. The sounds were telling; I had known that they were there, but I hadn't seen anything because I was facing the other way. Now, there was no question -- all three of the Hopkins sisters had gotten sexed -- even the one who WASN'T going to be a concubine! I watched, more or less fascinated, as Tony's penis, now lank and slowly shrinking, popped out of Maureen's vagina and a gooey flood of cum trickled out behind it. Frieda handed me my tank top and skirt and I climbed into them, sore in places I'd never been sore before. Jack: I'm not sure when it turned into an orgy, exactly -- Frieda blowing Jock might have triggered it. We were all pretty worked up from watching Troy and Tony work Judith over. Maureen, who had been getting bits and pieces of Tony's attention, was seriously worked up. Tara was, too. She looked over at me and asked, "Master? Are we comin' back here?" "No, we're gone tomorrow," I told her. "That's certain." "I'd like to, uhh, say goodbye to some of the boys..." Okay, I knew what she wanted; I even knew how she wanted it! "Go get up on the pool table," I directed. "Hang your head over. I'm going to declare open season; you make whoever comes to visit happy, understand?" "Yes, Master!" Tara's eyes glowed. She headed for the pool table. I got up and headed over to the bar where the rest of the audience was seated, wondering when ten p.m. had come and gone. The good news was that the restaurant was empty, so now that things were getting hot and heavy there was no one present but bar patrons. Bellying up to the bar, I made the announcement: "Tara wants to say goodbye. If you ever wanted a piece of her, now's your chance -- she won't be back!" Some guy looked at me and asked, "No shit?" I waved at the pool table; Tara was on her back, naked. "Fuuuuck!" He got up off his stool and headed for the table. Someone else hopped down behind him, yelling, "Hey, I want her mouth!" In no time, she was taking it at both ends, just like Judith. I went back to the table and pulled Beth out of her chair and bent her over it. Beth was all cooperation as I sank into her to the root and started pumping slowly while watching the goings-on. Maureen sat fidgeting, "Dammit!" I eyed her. "What?" "I like Tony..." "Go get you some," I replied. "You're a big girl -- and you've got plenty of company." Tony was just backing out of Judith's mouth; from the look on Maureen's face, I hoped he was capable of a quick turnaround. When Troy heaved himself over on to his back, taking Judith with him and Tony started playing with her ass, I was torn; I wanted that ass poked -- but Maureen was rocking back and forth, clearly wildly aroused by all the sex going on around her. She didn't let me interfere; seeing Tony's erection, she headed off to steal it from her sister. She was direct about it, too -- she went right up to Tony and started jacking his cock! Tony took the hint and spread Maureen on the bench behind her sister and plugged into her without a whole lot of ceremony. I wondered if I had to unplug from Beth and do the dirty deed, but Troy handled the substitution by yelling for some old guy named Harley. I worried a little about Harley, looking at him -- he didn't look like he was up to it -- but it gave Judith cock-sucking practice, and I would settle for that if I had to. Frieda hopped up and headed for the kitchen, returning with a stick of butter for Judith's ass; I reflected that Frieda was a great little organizer. After some byplay that indicated that Harley couldn't stay hard while farting around with a stick of butter, Frieda even took over lubing Judith's ass while Judith re-inflated Harley's cock with her mouth. On the second attempt, Harley got himself successfully inserted in Judith's ass and at that point, he got pretty spry; Frieda hung around and played with his balls a bit, but it wasn't needed, apparently. With everybody handled, I settled in to give Beth what she deserved. It was a treat. Dottie and Tina were ... dutiful ... and they liked cock -- mine in particular -- but Beth was ecstatic any time I was plugged in. She seemed to glow and her ass danced and she made it VERY clear that there was no place she would rather be than hanging off my dick! It was just a different attitude ... I don't know where a virgin learns to work a pussy like that, either; maybe we just fit together perfectly or something. No, there was more to it than that, I'm sure -- she would just milk me, pulsing and squeezing --PARTICULARLY during an orgasm! This time, once I stopped taking in distractions, we got going and I couldn't have torn myself away if someone had brandished a knife and started cutting throats! I lit off like some kind of heavy gun, feeling the recoil as I put flechette rounds of semen down range in her hot, wet pussy, looking for full coverage of the target and a bulls-eye on the center of her cervix if I could get it. As I absently rubbed her back while I settled back to dry-firing, I wondered if I'd hit the target sometime since Monday night and she was pregnant already. It wasn't for any lack of trying on either of our parts... Somewhere in there, Judith screamed bloody murder and I looked over to see her howling and Harley OBVIOUSLY getting a huge nut, his face a rictus -- and Troy similarly in the throes of orgasm below Judith. Clearly, she'd hit the big time... I kissed Beth on the back of the neck and said, "If you're going to the Ladies Room, do it now, this thing is winding down." Frieda grinned at me. "You throw quite a party, Master!" I chuckled. "I had help! See if you can get the troops moving -- we've got a big day tomorrow..." I got into my pants and wandered over to Troy, who was similarly occupied. "Are we tight?" "Yeah..." He eyed his running partner, mildly irritated. "I'm a little pissed at Tony, though." "He was preoccupied," I said charitably, "and Maureen needed to have her pussy oiled, too, apparently. Besides, Harley apparently did a bang-up job, once he got going." "Yeah." Troy chucked. "When it came right down to it, Judy didn't care, either, did she?" "No, she didn't," I agreed. "No, she didn't." "Sluts." Troy snorted and chuckled and headed off to the bar to get a beer. Maureen wriggled into her borrowed tank top as I passed by. "I don't want Troy -- he has a bad attitude -- but..." I shrugged. "There are other fish in the sea, but if you limit yourself to recommending that Tony stop by tomorrow -- without Troy, and without going into what's going on there -- he can make up his own mind whether you're important or not. Tell him it's a special event and you've been invited and you're inviting him, if he'd like to come..." I'd seen women get instantly hung up on a guy after sex before -- and it usually wasn't returned. Usually, the woman was looking to mate, and the guy was looking to unload his balls. Given what had gone on tonight and Tony's reputation, I didn't hold out much hope for Maureen -- but it was her life... Tara was the last girl up; she looked like a bukkake babe, her face and body covered in cum shots. Jock was bitching about the pool table cover, but I couldn't have cared less. It took Beth and Frieda both to get her to the Ladies Room for cleanup, but she was radiant -- she'd been used, HARD, just the way she'd always wanted. She couldn't even talk and her lips were swollen from taking it in the face and throat. As we backed out of there, she managed to croak, "Bye, boys!" and wave, smiling. The house was quiet when we got back; apparently Oliver had had a quiet evening ... We all headed for bed in the den as planned, no one really vying for position since everyone had gotten sex of some type. I had Beth set her alarm for seven and hoped that was good enough. ------- Chapter 32 Oliver: The departure of Jack and the girls left me with two un-integrated concubines, Keisha, and the three little ones. The first thing on my mind -- and Keisha's, as it turned out -- was the promised dessert; I sent my two off to see if they could cooperate at opening ice cream containers, then we all headed upstairs to make delivery, which was rewarding in itself. When it was over, Keisha set about cleaning up the mess and I tried to figure out what I was going to do next. The issue was uppermost in Vera and Britney's minds, too. Early on, I'd concocted vague plans for wild combinations of sex partners and antics, but it was getting late and I'd had a serious blowjob -- and Vera was one big welt... I couldn't apologize -- even I knew that. I wasn't even sure that I could make a serious effort to ameliorate things. I considered having her take a hot soak, but decided it wasn't the thing to do. Turning my attention to Britney, I started to think about the fact that we hadn't had sex -- and if we did, she might want to change her mind about being my concubine. But when I thought it through, it became apparent that she had already submitted and therefore our sex life wasn't enough of an issue that she had postponed her decision until we'd tested it. I didn't know, really, whether I was thrilled with the implications of that or not... Undoubtedly, I could release her if things didn't go well -- but that implied that there was an urgent requirement to conduct testing, so that if there WAS an issue, she could go back into the pool Saturday morning at the pickup... The whole 'Lord and Master' role hadn't settled in with me yet, despite appearances. It was easy to be demanding and directive and capricious when I was angry -- but when that bled away, as it had during Vera's punishment session, my pluck seemed to go with it. Despite my anger, and despite my having marked her like a zebra with a riding crop, I loved Vera; Britney was a calculated risk, emotionally, for both -- or perhaps all three -- of us. Emotions got in the way of my ability to maintain an unbending mien; I wanted to give in, to compromise. I sat in a chair, shifting my regard from one to the other as they knelt before me and pondered what I could and could not do -- and the answers were different. Britney I could maintain my reserve with; I wasn't emotionally invested in her, although there were indications that I could be. Therefore, I could be firm ... I turned to Vera and felt the tug of familiar emotions... But that was wrong, wasn't it? Clearly, the pair of them needed to be placed on as equal a footing as was possible. It was imperative that they fulfill their roles and I fulfill mine. Roles ... What was their role? What had Jack told Britney? 'You have just made your last independent decision; Oliver makes them for you now.' Britney was my property, to dispose of as I pleased -- and so was Vera! THAT appeared to be the problem; I was used to a different set of commitments with Vera, a different role -- an EQUAL role! But things were no longer equal ... I didn't owe Vera the same things I owed her at the beginning of the week; I continued to be responsible for her, but we were NOT equal, and while she continued to owe me her complete loyalty -- even more than she had before, when she had some quality of independence -- I, on the other hand, operated under different rules. I loved Vera -- but I would undoubtedly come to love Britney, too. Earlier in the week, Jack had made a comment about how the responsibility I held for Vera was similar to that I might have for a dog, in that if she did something to another, I would be held accountable in the same manner. With a pet, you trained them and you demanded their obedience -- and beloved or not, you were firm with them... This back and forth went on for some time; after a bit, Vera said, "Master?" "Silence! I'm thinking." I said it WITHOUT thinking -- and realized as I did that the command reflected the required mindset. I had to distance myself from them enough to be firm; I could display my fondness and regard, but they had to know that it did not give them license to misbehave. I nodded to myself; yes, this made sense... "Bedtime." I snapped my fingers and pointed at the staircase. "Be nude when I get there." They both rose -- Vera a bit slower and more ponderously, due to age and weight -- and headed off. I waited until they hit the bottom of the staircase to rise from my chair. The plan for after my arrival continued to be nebulous -- but it would be MY plan... When I got there, Britney was nude -- but Vera was wrestling with her chemise and groaning. "Help her," I directed Britney. Britney stepped forward and lifted the filmy garment over Vera's head so she could work free. As she did, my approach became clear... "That's perfect," I announced. "The two of you vary widely, physically, mentally, and emotionally. Each of you has different strengths -- and different weaknesses. I want each of you to capitalize on your strengths in order to assist the other with her weaknesses -- for you are NOT in competition! You are a team; I want you to rely upon one another and trust one another and be there for one another. Pursuant to that, you need to become familiar with one another -- and we'll begin that process immediately. Vera, can you lay comfortably on your back, or would you be more comfortable on your hands and knees? I'm asking due to the obvious consequences of your punishment..." Vera cocked her head, obviously unclear as to my intent. "I'll have to lie down eventually, Master..." "Very well, you have the bottom. Britney, you have the top. I want you VERY familiar with each other, so you'll engage in a little exercise that will go some distance toward that familiarity. I want you to taste one another," I announced. Both of them eyed me in incomprehension. "Am I not being clear?" I asked. "I want you to engage in soixante-neuf. Vera, you've done this recently..." Beginning to become irritated, I turned to Britney, "Go downstairs and get the riding crop." "Yes, Master." Britney turned and left the room. "Hurry!" I added, "I haven't decided yet which of you will be first!" Vera's eyes got big and she crab-walked rapidly back onto the bed and propped herself up on her elbows, watching me fearfully. Clearly, her recent run-in with the riding crop had left an impression... Britney's bare feet thumped up the stairs at a rate that indicated that she knew she was under the gun, too. She re-entered the room and handed me the whip. "I will try again," I announced. "I want the pair of you to engage in mutual cunnilingus. While I prefer not to use vulgar terms, I will, just to ensure that you understand. I want to see tongues in twats in five seconds. Understand?" "Uuhh..." Britney stood rooted. "Britney!" Vera waved urgently. "Get up here!" Britney crawled onto the bed atop her. "Not, not that way!" Vera pushed and manhandled Britney into the proper orientation, then pulled her genitals down into position so that she could begin. Britney eyed me, dumbfounded, eyes huge as Vera's tongue set to work. "You, too!" I slapped my palm with the whip. Britney looked down at her target and I watched her derriere twitch as Vera's efforts took effect, but she didn't seem capable of lowering her head into position. Frowning, I said, "Vera, move your hands for a moment," and went around to pop Britney's pert hind end with the crop. She raised her head and looked at me dazedly. I confess to being somewhat perturbed -- not necessarily with Britney, but with myself. Ninety seconds after it seemed that the path ahead was clear, I was in murky water. I could not backtrack on this -- that I knew. Therefore ... Circling to Britney's front, I said, "Stick out your tongue." She did so. I pressed down on the back of her head -- and she repositioned herself with only minor resistance as I pushed her face into Vera's vulva. "Lick. Suck. Make her enjoy it." I watched her tongue begin to slowly move, then she shifted position to get a better angle of attack. After a few moments, her lips settled over Vera's clitoral hood and Vera groaned and I knew they were getting somewhere. "I want to see an orgasm apiece, minimum," I directed. In short order, Vera's hips began to roll; Britney was taking things seriously. I stepped around to get the full effect and realized that Britney was virtually dancing on Vera's tongue; Vera was hanging from Britney, her hands pressing down in the saddle of her back holding her in position as Britney's hips rocked and swayed. Britney began to squeal and her hips began to shake; I needn't worry about her sexual response, apparently. Her orgasm complete, Britney went to work on Vera with a will, making wet sounds as she sucked and licked to bring Vera to parity. At first, she appeared to be having little effect, but then Vera released her grasp on Britney's hips and fell back, moaning, the expression on her face thoroughly familiar to me from my many adventures in her vulva. In moments, she was surging and thrashing her way through her own completion. Next steps seemed obvious, suddenly; I hurriedly undressed. Fortunately, Vera had draped herself crosswise in our bed and that gave me a proper method of access. I crawled onto the bed right over Vera's startled face and positioned my glans against the opening in Britney's puffy split -- and pressed it into the second vagina I'd ever experienced... Britney's head came up and she wailed, "Oh, God! Yes!" and I finished seating myself in her depths, distantly wondering if that was Vera's face I was dragging my testicles over. I was all but certain, though, that this was the right thing to do, so I set up a stroke and grunted, "Keep licking!" Britney dropped her head and I held her hips and cycled my piston in her depths, not slamming too hard in order to allow her to continue working on Vera without being jounced all over. Vera's immediate response was heartening; she began laving my scrotum with her tongue! Since I was doing most of the moving, it wasn't as directed as it could have been, but it was pleasant -- which was just as well, since I was enjoying the grip of Britney's vaginal passage quite a bit and really preferred to avoid rapid onset of my ejaculation. It appeared that Britney was having no problem enjoying herself, and I really wanted to see her orgasm once before I lost control of things! As I said, Britney was only the second woman I'd ever had vaginal sex with. For that matter, embarrassing as it might be to admit it, Beth was only the second woman I'd ever had oral sex with! I'd had Vera -- and ONLY Vera -- since we'd met -- and before Vera, I was a stripling nerd without feminine companionship of any description. Given Vera's reluctance to have me see her sexuality in full flower, as it were, I had little to compare Britney's enthusiastic response with -- perhaps only Vera's reaction to our experimental activity on Wednesday evening when I took her as a concubine for the very first time and her evening of wildness at that bar. Aside from the first time -- first times are always memorable, are they not? -- the past two evenings had been the premiere sexual experiences of my life -- and little Britney was threatening to eclipse them! My control was slipping; I could stop -- no, I could think about stopping, but I couldn't stop, as it turned out! I just couldn't -- not only for myself, but for the effect upon Britney, who was clearly rising to orgasm! The urge was upon me and I attacked her womanhood with greater and greater force -- and her head came up and I saw her eyes, sightless in the mirror over Vera's dresser as she keened wordlessly, a rising note that clearly would be an audible representation of her peak -- and a wildness came over me, an animal imperative to impregnate her at the moment of her release! It was easy, as it turned out. Vera forgotten totally, Britney threw herself back at me with a force that echoed my own drive and she screamed, "AAAAAIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!" Her vagina clutched my manhood and it took one cycle to charge, then erupted in her as her walls clamped down upon it the second time! It HURT, it was so intense! It felt like I was firing a marble into her instead of the essence of life, so forceful was my ejaculation! But it brought with it all the pleasure and sense of accomplishment I could ask for! I held her against me while I pulsed out several less intense surges, then relaxed and settled back on my haunches. Vera was crying, of course. "I've never been that good for you!" she wailed. "You will," I argued. "You approached it Wednesday evening. Now that we understand each other..." I left it at that. Britney rocked forward and rolled to her left onto her back before looking up at me. I didn't say anything; the question was out there without it. I am, after all, a good fifteen years older ... Britney smiled, a look of satiety suffusing her features. "It was ... perfect. Everything I could hope for and more than I expected. I wish I wasn't on the pill; I would lie here on my back with a pillow under me and try to get a jump on my first pregnancy!" "I'm told I'll get better," I murmured. "You're better than some younger men I could embarrass now!" Britney smiled. "Perhaps." I was certain she was exaggerating. Nonetheless, she appeared to be well pleased. Unfortunately, that left Vera, whose unhappiness was manifest ... I waved to Britney that she should assist and told Vera, "Come, let's get positioned the right way in the bed..." "I'm so sorry, so sorry..." Vera blubbered. "It's over, I know -- why would you keep me when you can have four like Britney?" But she moved to her normal position in bed. I took the center and Britney took the other side. "I can think of reasons," I replied when we were settled. "Britney, how many children have you carried?" "Why, none!" "Given that Vera has carried four through to adulthood, do you imagine her assistance might be valuable?" I asked. "Incredibly, I should think!" Britney replied. "You're just trying to make me feel better..." Vera accused, sniffling. I pulled them both against me. "Nonsense. You have excellent credentials -- fifty percent of your offspring are sponsors!" "That's because of you!" Vera accused. "Not entirely," I argued. "You could have ruined them." "I DID ruin Judith!" "I doubt it. Perhaps she suffered further limitations than she might have, but I doubt that she had the capacity to start with," I insisted. "You're being generous," Vera accused. "Accept it, then," I retorted. "Stop blubbering and wailing and gnashing your teeth! You have your skills -- I can't imagine parting with you until you've taught my other three concubines how to give decent fellatio, at a bare minimum!" THAT finally drew a smile. "Master, I'll sleep with your cock down my throat if it will make you happy!" I chuckled. "We can talk about it. In the meantime, did Britney pleasure you properly?" "I..." Vera flicked a glance at Britney, "Once. Well, she's learning, Master." I turned to Britney. "You froze, by the way." "Yes." Britney nodded. "I'd never..." "Tell, me -- what are you going to do if I deploy on a cruise?" I asked. "Oh..." She looked embarrassed. "I'm surprised -- you had the data..." We had in-depth information on colonial practices, concubine roles and duties, and so on. "I ... chose to ignore that piece," Britney muttered, embarrassed. "Not exactly the scientific method," I chided. "No..." She shook her head. "I ... just couldn't..." "And now?" "It's ... not as bad as I expected." "I did it regularly," I told her. "You can imagine my expectations, that being the case." "Yes." Britney nodded into my shoulder. "It's no longer a problem." "Then I think you should give her a second, don't you?" I pressed. "It's all right..." Vera muttered. "It is if I say it is. The purpose of the exercise has not yet been fulfilled," I insisted. Britney was already moving. "Just spread yourself..." She went to the foot of the bed. Vera looked at me and spread her thick thighs and Britney crawled between them. I didn't have to guess when she made contact; Vera's soft grunt and the way her eyes drifted slowly shut gave her away. I sat up against the headboard and watched and entertained myself with Vera's nipples while she undulated and moaned and gasped. Britney didn't hold back; Vera got a good one -- and I found myself somehow erect for the third time in a single evening! Vera found it -- and the new Vera had no compunction about sucking in the tip. But that wasn't going to do it for me -- and it wasn't going to do it for Vera, either. "Britney, you're relieved!" I announced, lurching up and moving to take her position. As I knelt between Vera's legs, I told Britney, "I'd like to see you participate..." Vera grabbed her wrist. "Let me lick you!" Britney looked dubious. "I'm gooey..." "It's Ollie's cum..." Vera tugged her arm. I let them organize themselves while I pumped my erection in and out of Vera. I didn't look for her pleasure; she could find it or not. That might sound rude, but I knew that I would be there for some time -- and if she didn't manage to orgasm, it wouldn't be my fault! Britney settled in a squat over Vera's face -- and actually took charge of Vera's knees, which I had been carrying on my upper arms. This left my hands free to play with Britney's modest, conical breasts and put us in a position where with a little effort, I could even kiss my new concubine. It all worked, after a fashion... In the first place, Vera demonstrated considerably more sexual response than I was used to from her; in fact, she was the first of the three of us to reach orgasm! Historically, Vera had been capable of orgasm from my oral attentions, but orgasm from vaginal sex was a sometime thing -- and generally faked, in my opinion. We never discussed it; I just took it as evidence that I was a poor performer, and worked to do better. I had no idea how many times I succeeded, but the number was undoubtedly low. On this night, however, Vera developed a distinct hip roll with an associated snap fairly quickly, and accompanied it with moans into Britney's crotch. This wasn't something I was going to fail to notice; Vera's usual posture was describable as 'tense, but immobile.' She was anything but as I stroked into her on this night; her hips moved easily and she adapted herself to me any time I changed position and after what I considered to be a historically short interval, her hands clutched Britney's hips and her tunnel tightened dramatically around my erection and she emitted what can only be described as a scream muffled by Britney's pudenda. Soon after that, I'm uncertain exactly what she did, but suddenly Britney's eyes rolled up and she began to undulate and I found myself supporting her momentarily. She dropped forward, moaning and panting, her head in my shoulder; after a bit, she recovered some, but contented herself with kissing and nuzzling my neck, providing some delightful sensations. This success didn't hurt my self-image any; with renewed confidence, I soldiered on, continuing to batter Vera's depths. After a bit, Britney backed off Vera, gasping, "I can't take any more!" She crawled off to the side, but came back to pet and caress both of us. Vera welcomed this, while I found it a distraction; very quickly, Britney began to concentrate on Vera. Vera surprised her by pulling her head in for a kiss; I realized dimly that Britney had started out VERY heterosexually oriented, but was loosening up. The irony that her instructor in the Sapphic arts was my supposedly hung-up one-time spouse was not lost on me. Vera's urgency ramped up and I came to the realization that orgasm was attainable, so I increased my rate and intensity. Vera broke away from Britney's lips and erupted, "Yes! Yes! Pound me! Fuck me!" -- and the look on her face flipped a switch in me and I was suddenly there -- on the cusp -- fighting NOT to flood her, but to extend the moment of supreme pleasure ... Those of you who are male know that never works; what it really represents is the moment of final preparation before a massive ejaculation -- something I delivered, after three seconds that seemed at the moment timeless. I'm told I emitted some kind of strained roar; I could hear nothing, but I watched Vera's eyes pop, then she surged and arched herself as if she were being electrocuted while I jetted a blast of semen into her that I shouldn't have had after what I did in Britney! The lights dimmed, becoming a background for the wash of stars that appeared before my eyes! I was rigid, but unable to move, with the exception to my semen delivery system, which pumped rhythmically several times before backing off. Vera's vagina clutched me in a manner that led me to believe that I'd experienced even fewer of her orgasms than originally supposed -- but it wasn't something I was prepared to think about in that moment. The immediate flush of success increased the intensity of my pleasure, and I hung on until the wave -- and the series of lesser ripples that followed -- passed... After that, I collapsed; I make no apologies for it -- I was done. My weakened arms lowered my torso at a rate just less than a crash onto Vera's sweaty torso and I blacked out... What awakened me was the jerks of Vera's sobs; she was crying gustily. "What's the matter?" I groaned. "That was incredible -- wasn't it?" "O god, yes!" Vera sniffled. "But it should have happened twenty-five years ago!" I was too exhausted for this. "It happened," I gusted. "We can discuss the timeline later, if we must. Right now, I wish to sleep! Find some reason to be pleased with events and stop bawling!" I stuck my face in her neck; crawling off her never occurred to me. "Your wish is my command, Master!" Vera gurgled. "Damn right!" was all I managed before the lights went out again... Vera: Oliver went limp atop me a second time -- and his dead weight was the most welcome thing in the world to me! What a night! Later, when he assessed it and realized the extent of my longtime pretense at total frigidity, he might become angered again; fine, I would accept another beating -- several in fact -- if it cleared the way between us! Britney crawled up, eyes shining, and took my hand. "That was amazing!" She looked at Oliver with glowing eyes. I smiled, but said nothing -- I would not disturb him again. I pulled her hand and she lay down, pressing herself against us, putting her head on my shoulder (the one Oliver left open) and allowing me to wrap an arm around her. Oliver's tactic had worked; we were sisters, age, appearance, and experience notwithstanding. I closed my eyes and tried to put things to rest, hoping that it would all work out. When he brought us both upstairs and I realized his intent, I fully expected to be humiliated and degraded and generally put in my place -- one considerably below Britney's station. I was as slow to understand what he was up to as Britney, initially; I more or less expected that I would have to watch while Oliver discovered what sex with a normal woman was like, then get taken downstairs and beaten severely again and God knew what when he became angry over the depths of my duplicity! That he might have me suck Britney's pussy -- at least, BEFORE he filled it with cum -- never occurred to me. Afterward, when it would serve to put me in my place, maybe... But if I was surprised, Britney was shocked! Apparently, the thought of girl-girl fun had never occurred to her! Well, it hadn't occurred to me, either, until very recently. But this put me a bit ahead of the game; I did the best I could to be cooperative... The bad news? Britney was very responsive, sexually. This was going to make me look REALLY bad by comparison; it was reasonable to assume that Oliver might never fuck me again, once he'd experienced Britney! When Oliver crawled up and pressed his cock into Britney literally before my eyes, my worst fears were realized. This was the embarrassment and humiliation I'd been expecting -- with the added agony of watching Britney deliver a world-class fuck layered atop it! Well, it was all my fault; I had no one else to blame. Cooperation seemed to be my best defense, so I started licking Oliver's balls. I'd done worse -- and I would again, if it kept me SOMEWHERE on the totem pole! Britney went off like a bomb, and I watched Oliver's balls draw all the way up into his scrotum as he let go in her -- and I knew I was gone! I'd never done this for him; in fact, I'd just laid there, tense, fighting the pleasure any time his cock had been in me, working. Even then he'd managed, on a few memorable occasions, to defeat my reserve and my willpower and bring me to orgasm -- which was a testament to his skills as a lover, which were considerable. Britney wasn't playing frigid -- she was wide open -- and I knew that there was no comparison with my frozen performances of the past. I burst into tears, agonized over the cost of my stupidity! Oliver seemed inclined to shrug the whole thing off, which made no sense. Britney, of course, glowed and praised him and declared her readiness to have his children starting right then ... I was fucked, and I let Oliver know that I knew it. Oliver disagreed, which was sweet of him, claiming that if nothing else, I was a good mother with a proven track record -- a resource for Britney. We went back and forth over my talents as a mother until Oliver became impatient with my feeling sorry for myself. Then he hit me with something I couldn't argue -- my proven ability to deep throat him. It stung a little, but I would sleep with his cock in my mouth if it would keep me in his good graces -- and I said so. I would take whatever opportunity that presented itself to show him the real Vera -- Slut Vera -- in the hopes that he would use me, at least, rather than disposing of me in whatever ugly manner Jack's hints indicated were out there. I'd already realized that I couldn't leave him, even if it meant going to that death... Then he surprised me by rounding on Britney for her momentary lapse; it wasn't like him to be less than satisfied with something that had gone as well as the fuck he and Britney had enjoyed. I really expected him to be forgiving and mellow and wave it off. Instead, he took her to task -- even to the extent of chiding her over her lack of scientific objectivity! Then he set her BACK on me ... and told me to shut up when I tried to let her off the hook! This was a different Ollie, all right... If there was a good reason not to relax and cooperate with Britney, I couldn't think of it -- so I let go and enjoyed the tongue ride! She worked hard at it, once she realized that it was a good skill to have and not hard to deal with, and it was easy for me to float on the cloud of sensations she delivered -- especially when Oliver's knowing fingers started toying with my stiffly erect nipples! I got off big, accompanying the whole thing with a wet wash of my fluids for poor Britney to suck up... I opened my eyes after and Ollie had another hard-on! At least my participation in girl-girl shows excited him ... Aware that it could only help my case, I was quick to pull him into my mouth... But Ollie didn't want that -- he wanted to fuck! He wanted to fuck ME! There was NO WAY I was going to pass THIS up; I just hoped that he didn't go limp in the pussy of his old fat slut of an ex-wife ... I was going to give him the very best of me, if I could -- and if he got mad and beat me later when he realized what the difference in my responses meant, that was fine, as long as he came back for more... Ollie said to Britney, "I'd like to see you participate..." It was another opportunity for me to excel at being a slut -- and besides, I owed her! So I grabbed her wrist, "Let me lick you!" Britney looked dubious. "I'm gooey..." "It's Ollie's cum..." I tugged her arm. She capitulated and gingerly settled herself over me and then took my legs from Ollie's control -- and I went to work. I had to balance things, because I wanted to make sure that Ollie and I both got where we were going -- but I suspected that we had time, given the load Ollie blew in Britney! If I hadn't SEEN it, I was TASTING it -- he'd flooded her! How much more goo was in those balls? I was again amazed that he was hard. But he WAS hard -- NICE and hard -- and he was going for it! It was just great, now that I wasn't trying to avoid having fun with it; I let myself go and let my hips move and let myself feel his cock plunge into me ... I tried to give Britney at least SOME attention, but I was coming off a couple of clitoral orgasms and Ollie was poking my pussy in ALL the right places -- including my G-spot -- and suddenly, -- BANG! -- I was there! I screamed; fortunately, Britney squatted a little bit more and covered my mouth with her slick, puffy slit... When I stopped bucking and squealing, it was payback time; I concentrated on getting Britney going good, and when she was showing signs of getting ready to go off, I bit down gently on her clit! It turned the trick; she went nuts on my face and then collapsed. I kept licking as best I could -- Ollie had my attention again -- and in a bit, Britney's sensitive pussy could handle no more and she rolled off me -- but she came back and started playing with my nipples and caress both of us. Ollie got this look on his face that said he needed to focus his attention; neither of us wanted him to be unable to cum, so Britney shifted to me -- and I was so aroused that I pulled her in for a kiss! I was deep into it at that point; Slut Vera was totally out of the closet and wiggling her fat pussy all over the place! I was past thought, past games -- it was time to fuck! I wallowed in the pleasure Ollie's pounding cock gave me while sucking poor Britney's tongue and groping her little conical titties -- and she returned the favor by mauling my big, floppy jugs. Another cum was out there, on the horizon, and I started working my way toward it -- and Ollie, sensing something, sped up and started really rocking and rolling! I had to say something; what poured out was pure Slut Vera: "Yes! Yes! Pound me! Fuck me!" I wanted it BAD -- and apparently it was right there on my face, because Ollie went totally nuts! He got this feral look on his face and he let out this totally animal sound -- something I'd never heard in all of our years together -- and I was suddenly along for the ride! I FELT his cum hit me on the cervix, like a shot from a fire hose! My whole pussy clenched; I arched myself in climax, exploding from the feel of the hot blasts of a load of cum that Ollie shouldn't have had in him! My body clenched and thrashed, doing whatever was necessary to support my pussy, which was milking Ollie's shaft; I can't even BEGIN to describe the pleasure... Then he toppled forward; I worried for a moment that he'd had a heart attack, but he breathed softly in my ear and I could feel his heart pounding, coming down from the demands of his efforts, but doing it in strong beats. I was elated -- so happy, I began to cry! If he spurned me tomorrow -- and he had every right -- I had this, the wedding night we SHOULD have had ... I sobbed so hard it awakened him. "What's the matter?" he groaned. "That was incredible -- wasn't it?" "O god, yes!" I sniffled. "But it should have happened twenty-five years ago!" "It happened," he growled. "We can discuss the timeline later, if we must. Right now, I wish to sleep! Find some reason to be pleased with events and stop bawling!" Then he stuck his face back in my neck... I couldn't think of anything intelligent to say, so I came out with, "Your wish is my command, Master!" He rumbled, "Damn right!" -- something I would NEVER have expected Ollie to come out with -- and he went limp again... So this was my new family -- wild, feral, demanding Master Ollie and little Britney, who was three times as smart as I was and maybe twice the woman. Ollie's cock slowly shrank inside of me -- a weird feeling -- and dropped away, and a glob of that impossible cum shot dribbled out of my pussy and down the crack of my ass to puddle under it. I didn't move a muscle, except to hug my family gently to me and slowly drift toward sleep... ------- Chapter 33 Jack: Saturday morning -- my last day on Earth, version two point oh. I hate alarm clocks; I nearly killed two of my concubines trying to find and silence the damned thing before Beth wrestled it from my hands and shut it off. "Coffee!" I croaked. "Yes, Master!" she smiled and leaned in to kiss me and morning breath and all the day improved right there. I gave her broad ass a playful swat and she rocked it salaciously out the door. I was instantly horny, but we had no time for such things -- not today! "Up and at 'em!" I wielded a pillow to get the attention of the rest of my harem, "We're outta here!" Tara, in particular, looked rough this morning -- last night may have been a dream come true, but it was hard on her. "Frieda, get everyone else but the children up. Tara, hit the shower and see if that helps you any. Keisha..." I knee-walked over to the thick black girl. "Yeah..." She eyed me nervously. "Tonight," I told her. "If all goes well, we'll handle our unfinished business tonight." "You mean you'll... ?" "Yeah," I clarified, "Take your cherry." "Gawd, I hope so!" she swore. "If I hafta just watch again, I'll go nuts!" "Go get the kids going," I directed. "Breakfast for them will be in orbit, I think." "Okay." Keisha clearly didn't understand the implications -- and she knew it -- but she also knew that her job was simple and familiar -- get the kids up and ready to go out. She threw on her nightgown -- we'd all gone to bed nude -- and headed off to handle it. I wondered vaguely why she bothered, but didn't bother calling her back. I threw on some undershorts and headed for the kitchen, stopping at the bathroom on the way. Tara was in the shower and looked surprised when I wandered in; well, she would get used to THAT, too. Beth was making sure I had a cup in my hand when Oliver came through the door, trailed by Britney and Vera. "I see you survived the night." Oliver chuckled. "I amazed myself." "Me, too!" It was a chorus. Britney looked at Vera and they both broke into giggles as Vera headed to the cupboard to get Oliver a cup. Oliver settled into a chair and dragged Britney onto his lap. "How did the outing go?" Judith, looking haggard, answered the question herself as she came through the door, "Apparently, I'm my mother's daughter. I even did anal -- and enjoyed it." "Well, that's a good thing, isn't it?" Oliver queried. "So everyone keeps telling me," Judith muttered, hanging her head. "Everyone at our little party seemed to think so. But I haven't actually seen much of that version of Momma..." "Don't feel bad, Dear," Ollie replied. "I got my formal introduction to that version of your mother only last night." Vera turned around and eyed Oliver anxiously from behind, so she didn't see the feral look on his face -- but she did hear him say, "I think I'm going to have a bit more fun with this version than I had with the one who raised you." Vera looked relieved; Judith, thunderstruck! "Um, yeah..." she muttered, looking around. "Should I be nude?" I shrugged. "No one here owns you." "The way things are going, maybe I SHOULD apply..." she mumbled. I cut it off. "We may be pressed for time. How many bathrooms do you have, Oliver?" "Two," he supplied. "One in the master suite and the one you have no doubt been using." He frowned, divining my point. "Given the unholy number of females we have on site..." "Exactly," I nodded. "Transport by nine a.m. doesn't appear to be feasible. I'm going to jump the line and get some of them quartered in orbit, then pop out to the site. Can you get everyone corralled and ready here?" "I should think so," Oliver agreed. "Very good. Judith and Maureen should probably have priority, since they are unassigned. I'll settle Keisha and Tara and the kids aboard the Valhalla and then return for them. We'll do everything by transporter, I should think, to avoid travel delays." Oliver eyed Judith. "Alert your sister." Judith nodded and headed out. "She did fine," I noted, "but she isn't happy about it." "That will take time," Oliver murmured. "Vera still has her issues, although she's given up method acting." Changing subjects, he added, "Use the master bath." I nodded. Beth bustled past me, muttering, "I'll show you where everything is." I followed, wondering if she really knew. Apparently, she did, because I got everything I needed. I kissed her a couple of times and played with her titties while she washed my hair, but I didn't let her slow me down significantly -- besides, she DID wash my back ... When I was out and dressed, I checked on Keisha and the kids. Tara was helping get her brood together; from what I could tell, they were about ready. I stepped outside and collected the transport pad the AI had delivered by drone and brought it inside and set it up in the living room. Going back upstairs, I collected the five of them. "Okay, uniform of the day is nude, as in naked. Keisha, get that thing off and pop it into a suitcase if you really don't think it has outlived its usefulness." Keisha took off the threadbare garment, eyed it, eyed Abe -- who grinned at her -- and dropped it on the floor. "Okay." "Let's go, then." I led them downstairs. The transport pad began to glow. "Tara and Elise first, then Abe, then Keisha and Shawna. I'm right behind you." I threw a jaunty wave at the crowd gathered to watch and pointed, "Go!" Tara stepped forward, Elise on her hip -- and disappeared. Abe stopped, nervous, but Keisha chivvied him forward, "Go on!" He disappeared, and I watched Keisha take a breath before making her own move, but she did it -- and she and Shawna disappeared, too. I counted a second or two and followed... ... And stepped out into Transport Room Fifty-Two. "That wasn't so bad, now, was it?" I asked the milling group. "Wow! You're a heifer!" the transport crewman exclaimed, eyeing Keisha. Keisha looked mildly disgusted. "Is that good or bad?" The crewman sucked his teeth. "Depends, I guess." He threw a look at me. I shrugged. "My daddy always said, 'Heat in the winter, shade in the summer, and a soft place to lie down year 'round'!" The crewman cracked up. "That'd be good, then. I may have to put a few pounds on one of mine!" Keisha rolled her eyes. I knew she probably wasn't thrilled, but, hey... "I got tired of swimsuit models," I related. "Besides, she's got 'Mama' written all over her!" "Yeah, that's important." The crewman got serious, which surprised both of my women, I think. "Kids, too. Very cool!" "Thanks. Okay, we're out of here!" I announced, "Next stop, breakfast!" I had the AI re-route the exit corridor to the corridor between Holding Areas 52C and 52D and led my little family to Passenger Mess 73. The mess was a self-serve replicator system; detecting children, the AI shifted the menus to pictures. "What meal?" "Breakfast," I declared. "Please select food items." Pictures of various types of eggs, breakfast meats, breads, pancakes and waffles, and so on appeared on three screens, one of which dropped to eye level for Abe. "Watch me," I said, "and don't get into the fun of it to the point that you order more than you can eat." I poked the picture of scrambled eggs and a pop up asked how many -- by displaying various numbers of eggs. I chose two, then another pop-up asked about cheese; I passed. Moving on, I ordered four slices of bacon and dry raisin toast. "Got it?" I asked the women -- and Abe. I got nods. "Approached correctly it can deliver bottles of formula, baby foods -- you name it. "Delivery in thirty seconds at Port Four," the AI declaimed over the speaker. "Don't get fancy -- we're in a hurry," I told them. "Quick and simple. I want you in quarters before I leave. In fact..." I turned my attention to the AI, "deliver all orders for this group and this meal to my quarters." "Delivery to Officer Quarters Cluster Seven Alpha Forty-Three confirmed," the service AI confirmed. "Next order? Please select food items." I helped Abe, who got a big kick out of it, while Tara and Keisha selected food for themselves and the girls. "Okay, ready? We're out of here!" I whipped out my comm link and got a map of the route to my quarters. I'd been moved -- probably because of my acquired concubines. I'd been in Officer Quarters Cluster Seven (Deck Seven) Uniform (for Unaccompanied) Two-Forty-One. Alpha meant 'accompanied' -- larger suites for officers with concubines in attendance. We were ONLY using Deck Seven of the Valhalla on this pickup -- and it was plenty for our purposes; based upon how things went, the other decks might get reconfigured to accommodate changes we discovered were needed to support the extraction process. The recommended route was lengthy enough that an internal transport pad was recommended to get us outboard to officer country. This was a dedicated point-to-point pad set that only cycled between a few selectable locations. The Valhalla was BIG -- meant to accommodate a quarter of a million passengers and several thousand crew; you could spend forever walking the decks. I didn't HAVE forever, so we used the pad; everyone was a good bit less leery of them the second time. My quarters were modifiable, but not self-contained, like a pod; the Valhalla wasn't a cargo ship delivering what amounted to travel trailers and mobile homes, it was a passenger liner -- passengers would receive their quarters on arrival. As such, I had a stateroom -- or a small apartment -- the ship's AI modified spaces based upon concubine and child counts and age and sex distributions -- and took requests. Crew quarters differed; there was a one concubine limit, so standard layouts were easily organized; besides, crew quarters tended to be intermixed with the engineering spaces in a cylinder through the center of the ship -- which resembled a big-ass Borg cube more than anything else. I wasn't crew -- I was supercargo, a guest of the Captain, more or less, being the rep from the destination world -- so we were out on the fringes where there was a view ... I got everyone inside and briefed the women quickly, while we extracted the queued up meals from the replicator: "Okay, it's like this -- the AI won't open the door for you without my say-so. This is for your own protection, since you can get lost around here pretty damned quick. If something comes up, ask the AI to call me -- I know this is a pain in the ass, so I'll respond as soon as I can. Get comfortable -- even I don't know the layout in here. Remember, Beth and Frieda are coming -- they'll be here tonight." I turned my attention to the AI, "Set up a clock for Central Daylight Time -- we will sync with ship's time after the extraction is complete. Query me on this in 48 hours, Earth time." A clock display appeared on the wall -- a projection, rather than a device. Returning my attention to the women, I said, "Phase One of this crap should be over by five or so. I might still be knee deep in alligators, but I'll be aboard." I shifted back to the AI, "Level Two authorizations are granted for my concubines. Requests for meals, entertainment, and other support are to be granted within those limits until further notice." "Acknowledged." "Minor floor plan rearrangement to support headcount is also authorized." "Acknowledged." "That means that if things just don't look right for handling the kids or sleeping arrangements, the AI can change the layout -- within limits. I don't know what those limits are and don't have time to find out. Recommend that you set up a room that will hold ALL of us, but also set up a ready room where some of you can get away from the crowd. Hook the kids up as seems sensible." I took a swig of coffee. "I've got to go. Ask the AI for things -- just look up and ask the question and it will respond." I gave them both quick kisses and grabbed two slices of bacon and got the Hell out of there! After a mad dash back to Transport Room 52, I was again at Oliver's. On the way, I had the sense to ask where he was quartered, and after a bit of wheedling and discussion, got authorization to move him into the cluster next to mine. That should simplify things, even though it made me responsible for Oliver and his brood. Well, technically, I was going to be responsible for eighteen thousand people by evening, so... I realized that I hadn't even asked after the Brinkman contingent -- which was already aboard ... I shook my head; I was going to be multitasking for days, no doubt... "How are we doing?" I asked Oliver. "Everyone is ready, I believe," he replied. He picked up his laptop. He was dressed, as were Judith and Maureen; no one else was. That wouldn't fly during the early going ... I examined my plans and prejudices... Maureen and Judith needed to be on the ground and allowed to mingle with the parents and staff and get a first look at everyone with eventual positions in mind. I wanted Beth and Frieda with me as examples (hopefully) of perfect obedience. Frankly, Oliver, Vera and Britney were superfluous -- but the clock was ticking and I had no time to deal with them properly. "Everybody dress!" I erupted. "Standard is as last night -- I want you to be able to be nude rapidly, but we need to keep a low profile, initially." "Go! Go! Hurry!" Oliver chivvied his women off and mine made a dash for the stairs. "I'm an idiot," I confessed. "I should have thought of this, but everything has been hurry up and get sidetracked..." Oliver nodded. "As much as I would like to assist, I just don't know what is going on well enough to be of any REAL assistance." I thought about it. "Well, there ARE a couple of things..." I fished the keys to the rental car out of my pocket. "I had THAT delivered," I pointed to the transport pad, "but pickup tends to be a more difficult issue -- and it would be convenient if we had the rental car at the school. I can save time if I transport out with your daughters and Frieda and you and Vera and Britney bring the transport pad and the rental car to the school. Can do?" "Certainly." "There is a standard power button on the side, there," I pointed it out. "It's not dangerous or anything once deactivated." "Fine." Oliver nodded. Frieda came thundering down the stairs, Beth following more slowly while she tied off a wraparound skirt. I looked to Oliver. "Close the place up or walk out and leave the doors open -- it's up to you at this point. If you have questions, this is my cell..." I rattled off the number. No, my comm link ISN'T a cell phone -- but it can replicate one. "Let's go, girls. Keep walking when you pop out so the next person doesn't step on you -- but don't go far; we'll be turning right around once I coordinate with the transport crew." I waved at the pad, and characteristically, Frieda took the first position on the way out, followed by Maureen, Judith, and then Beth. I waved at Oliver and his women, then stepped through myself. On arrival at Transport Room 52, I told the crew chief, "Get everyone warmed up -- this thing kicks off officially in twenty minutes. Unofficially, who knows? Re-route to Pad Four at the school, please." The crewman gave me the eye. "You really like heavies, don't you?" "They're sisters," I replied. "And one of them is a Civil Service sponsor. Be nice to her -- she'll be helping you." "I was just asking..." "You would probably be surprised to find out which two are mine, which one is the sponsor, and which is available," I told him. "Really?" He replied. "I get a slot for this run ... That one is cute..." He pointed at Judith. "Give the man a cigar!" I chuckled. "It wouldn't hurt her self-image if you told her you were interested ... We need to go, though." "Right." He realigned the transporter. "You're clear." We both stopped, though for the unfinished business. "Hey, Honey..." he beckoned Judith. "I'd love to see you naked. If you don't like what you see on the ground, remember me, okay? You might just have something I want." Judith blushed nearly purple. "Thank you, uh, sir..." She turned and dashed for the pad. Frieda giggled, then followed her. Maureen eyed the crewman and said, frigidly, "I heard what you said about 'heavies'." Then she flounced into the transport beam. Beth just looked at us both and skittered through. "I'll explain it all to her on the ground," I told the crewman, chuckling, and stepped through, myself. ------- On the ground at the attendance office at Seifort Academy, things weren't quite pandemonium -- yet. With twenty minutes to go, early arrivals were clustering outside the doors while the staff hurried in to take their places. The Major cocked an eyebrow, "I was beginning to wonder." "Family issues, Sir, lots of them," I replied shortly. "But I bring help..." Turning to Mark, I said, "Decurion Tillotson, this is Maureen Hopkins -- a sponsor who has volunteered for your Service. She, um, respectfully requests that her billet not involve supervising a brothel, if possible..." "No promises," Mark grunted, then inspected Maureen from head to toe and apparently found her wanting. I hid a smile behind my hand as he rasped, "What's the problem? Weak stomach?" Then he waved it off, "Never mind -- pimping is men's work." He rubbed his face for a moment, then added, "Well, you won't have any authority, so we'll need to make it LOOK like you have it for you to be of any value to us. Transport back up to the Valhalla and have a crewman get you a headset comm link, then have an AI provide you with a set of greys. You'll need something for your collar, so have it issue you Decurion's pins." I hid another smile; undoubtedly, Maureen would BE a Decurion soon. Maureen rocked and blinked for a moment and turned toward the transport pad, then turned back, "Do I salute or something?" "Since you don't know how, we'll pretend you don't," Mark replied, waving negligently in her direction. Maureen turned and stepped off again and I remembered something. "Maureen, wait!" I called. Shifting my attention to Mark, I murmured, "Different issue," then I moved to catch up to her. "About the remark that crewman made..." "Yes?" Maureen cocked an eyebrow. "You may know this, but it probably hasn't sunk in," I offered. "Confederacy medical science can literally make a silk purse out of a sow's ear. That said, it happens to concubines routinely. Most concubines are altered in some manner to make them more pleasing to the eye, if you get my meaning. Given the prejudices drummed into most males by television and other media sources, large seldom describes any part on a concubine's body other than her bust." Maureen frowned. "So..." "That crewman undoubtedly has a pair of supermodel knockoffs at home -- just about everyone does," I amplified. "The fact that he took a second look at Judith is an indication that there is a certain amount of backlash going on. If you think about it, in an environment where no woman is chunky, a heavy woman might tend to be..." "Exotic?" Maureen offered, blinking. "Exactly," I confirmed. "Discovering Beth caused me to surface a previously unrecognized hankering for an Earth Mother type -- and it's an even money bet that I'm not alone..." Maureen cocked her head. "What are your plans for altering Beth?" "I don't know," I related honestly. "I imagine I'll look at making her happier about her breasts by raising them a bit and maybe either filling them out some or shrinking them. We'll get the braces off, of course." "What about her face? Her ass?" "I'm going to want to be very careful to retain the essential Beth," I mused. "And the lisp?" Maureen appeared to be dumbfounded. "I'm not sure it's curable," I related. "Some things aren't. Besides, it's cute..." Maureen shook her head. "You're a weird guy -- but I'm beginning to like you." She turned to the transporter, stepped forward, and disappeared. I went back to Beth and Judith. "That one is mildly cute," Mark mused, eyeing Judith. "Beth's other sister, Judith," I amplified. "She's here looking." "For concubines?" "A sponsor." "Why didn't you take her, instead of her sister?" Mark asked. I sighed. "One -- we didn't meet until last night. Two -- you know, I'm just not going there. Beth and I have chemistry, okay? Don't try to analyze it." "Yeah, whatever." Mark looked around. "We'll be letting the herd in soon. We'll have our hands full with the specials." 'Specials' were a problem. We were going to get scans of every CAP card as the visitors passed through the security scans -- which meant that we were going to know what everyone's scores were -- and why. Even when you're taking 'everybody, ' it's not REALLY 'everybody!' Some people just aren't going to make the cut, largely because they're sociopaths -- or just crooks. Why buy trouble? On the other hand, there were those few who fit the grey areas. The school had a few students whose parents were perhaps not stellar citizens -- but then again, might not be absolute horrors, either. We were going to have to do a little weeding... The school's doors opened at nine, and the early birds and those intent on being on time rushed in -- and the fight to KEEP them in without letting everyone know what was going on began ... Dean Atkinson was scheduled to give a little speech directing parents to different locations at nine-thirty, but the students knew where they were supposed to be. The problem, alas, was parents -- those with no attention span, and those who naturally assumed that they were special -- you get the picture. Specials figured into this, too -- we had them scheduled for 'parent-teacher conferences.' The primary method of collection was to gather a group of parents and children in a room, ostensibly to meet the teachers and see that grade's 'special project' -- but the 'special project' was a team of three crewmen from the Valhalla giving a VERY special briefing ... Grades were staggered, naturally, but it was an 'open house' -- anyone could arrive theoretically at any time. That kept the door crew busy ... I helped with one of these just before ten -- a couple dragging their third grader out the door, the husband complaining, "Crayon drawings don't excite me a lot..." Susan Bowman ran interference. "Mr. Fartblossom? (I forget the real name, so... ) Fartblossom Senior came to a halt. "Yes?" "My, I'm SO glad I caught you!" Susan gushed. "We're ever so pleased with young Reginald's progress here at the academy! In fact, the Dean has asked me if you could spare him a moment of your time?" "Uh, er, why certainly!" Fartblossom Senior puffed up remarkably. He was a toad, CAP in the mid fours -- but a doctor. Young Reggie was probably here more as a status symbol than because dear old Dad believed in the school's educational goals. It was evident that Fartblossom Senior had started late -- he was nearly forty. The little woman was a few years younger and a lot smarter, but a real mouse; he probably picked her up as he was finishing medical school and she was a senior in college and desperate. She would make someone a fine concubine -- and young Reggie actually had a shot at being a sponsor. She was actually taller in heels than Fartblossom Senior, and somewhat comely, despite being well-padded; Mark would have eyed her in disdain and claimed she was fat, but she had less extra poundage on her than Judith. Susan, chattering away, led Dr. Fartblossom toward the counselor's offices; Reggie followed, and the missus brought up the rear. I put a hand on her ass to chivvy her along and got a startled look -- but I left it there and she said absolutely nothing about it ... Suddenly, I realized that I knew exactly how this was going to go... We entered a counselor's office and Susan said, "If you'll excuse me..." and headed out, making the battle handoff to me. I got right to work; we had a lot of culling to do. "So, what do you think of the school's curriculum and goals, if you don't mind my asking?" I began. Doctor Fartblossom rounded on me, seeing me basically for the first time. I'd carefully distanced myself from the little woman in order to avoid any upsurge of protective instincts. She kicked off with "Well, I think..." But the good doctor overrode her, naturally... "Quiet, Eleanor. I think they're hogwash, but Reginald is doing well and the school is well thought of. Why?" "So if I were to offer you immediate emigration to a colony planet, your interest level would be... ?" I asked. "Space aliens exist only on television. Eleanor found the school and it has been effective in pointing Reginald in a positive direction, but even if this was not a joke..." "It isn't," I broke in. " ... I have my medical practice -- and I can't just leave it. I have a reputation to uphold!" Fartblossom continued to rant. 'Not to mention the fact that it is lucrative, ' I thought. "Yes, I can see how that might be important. I'm sure you're aware that although we might be able to offer you something in the medical field, Confederacy medicine operates at levels where your education and experience would make you a witch-doctor by comparison." Yeah, the insult was deliberate; he pissed me off. "Tell you what. This device has a short presentation on the benefits..." I shoved the hypnotizer into his hands. It went snick and he froze... We'd actually prepared a number of sites where the student 'displays' contained devices designed to induce a preparatory state -- quick stuff, subconscious programming after the fashion that TV had been accused of for decades. Doctor Fartblossom went right under. I turned to Eleanor. "You are aware, of course, that the offer of emigration is extended to you and Reggie separately?" "You're serious?" "Deadly." "What do I have to do?" She actually stepped forward and made to go to her knees. I stopped her there. "You won't need to do that -- not yet, anyway. It will happen, but we're making the offer to all of the students and parents -- and we'll sort you out later. You WILL be a concubine -- and I'm sure you'll do a fine job. Reggie will continue to attend the school in its new location, and has an excellent chance of attaining sponsorship." "And my husband?" I eyed him. "He's made his choice -- and frankly, I think it is a good one for him. While we plan to work with individuals and offer some men who don't make the cut limited citizenship, he would be a small fish in his new pond. There is also the fact that we're going to go to some effort to see to it that you and Reggie are settled properly with a sponsor -- and your husband's chances of being settled with you aren't good. It's really a case of you being marketable, while your husband is not." "What will happen to him?" "Basically, we're going to kick him loose. He's hypnotized right now; we're going to condition him to leave the school by a certain exit and head off to wherever he was planning to go next -- and not to remember where he misplaced the pair of you until later this evening." "So you won't kill him or anything..." "No, Ma'am. You can watch if you like. Basically, he won't be any worse off than he was when he walked in the door -- with the exception of the fact that he will no longer have a wife and son in attendance." Eleanor grimaced, eyeing her husband. "I don't know how terrible that would be for him, frankly." "Such was my assessment after only momentary contact," I agreed. "We have several hundred of these little discussions to conduct today, so I'm afraid I need to chivvy you along. Are you going?" "Mama..." Reggie popped his eyes and waved his hands; he knew which side his bread was buttered on. Eleanor gathered herself. "Yes." "Do you want to watch me release your husband?" "I ... No." "Follow me, then -- all of you." The good doctor, still studying the hypnotizer, joined us at the tail of the procession. I led Eleanor and her son to an alcove off the attendance office entry. "Step onto that and walk off the pad on the other end. Follow the instructions of the people there, explicitly -- that's vital. Reggie has heard a good deal of what will be the rules -- I advise you to defer to him. I will tell you this -- you'll be nude -- probably for several days -- starting perhaps with right after you step off the pad. Don't give the man any trouble about it -- he's busy and he's likely to just use a device on you that will leave you in serious pain while you recover." She flinched. "Oh..." I stepped forward and touched her cheek. "This all may seem to be complex and scary, but in reality, there is one simple rule -- you do as you're told." I delivered a significant look at her, then flicked my eyes at her one-time husband, "You can do that -- you do it all the time, don't you?" She hung her head. "Yes." "Okay, then. No matter what you're told on the far side, they're not playing with you -- just do it." I gazed into her eyes. "You're a jewel beyond price for some lucky guy on the other side. Go!" She nodded dutifully and stepped onto the pad. I waved Reggie behind her. "Hit it, Stud. Take care of your mama. If you run into any shit, ask for LT. Harper." "Yessir." Reggie flicked a glance at his father and stepped on the pad. Two minutes later, Doctor Fartblossom was driving away from the school -- and I was headed for the second grade induction. ------- Chapter 34 Jack: In group settings we weren't able to separate the wheat from the chaff like I did with the Fartblossoms. Basically, Dr. Atkinson had hourly addresses in the gym with hypnosis generators running as his background to prep families as groups. Then we would direct parents to their child's home room, where the teachers -- or more likely, a Fleet Auxiliary team supported by teachers -- would make the pitch, which was, basically, (from one I attended), something like this: "Okay, we promised something big today, and we're delivering on that promise. Basically, we're making a one-time offer to extract your entire family to the colonies. If you're sponsor-class, we'll be offering you an extensive selection of concubines in orbit. If you're not, you can expect to BE in that extensive selection. What we would LIKE to do is maintain the current family groups as much as possible -- but this presents issues in the case of non-sponsor-class males. We're going to have a glut of you -- and if we can't find a sponsor to accept you, we're going to try to offer you a place to live and work to do and limited citizenship -- but your family will likely be moved to a sponsor, who will control your access to them. In any case, there will be no further children from you borne by your ex-spouse under those circumstances, until and unless you attain sponsorship status." "Ladies, you're all mothers and therefore all precious to us. We WILL find a sponsor for you and your children. We're not doing the usual twenty-minute 'blow and go' here. The initial phase will be sorted out in orbit -- and it will be longer in duration and the sponsors will -- I hope -- be thinking with BOTH heads. You will have a sponsor, unless you have serious mental or emotional issues, by soon after arrival at our destination at the very latest. As you should all be aware, purely physical issues are repairable." This was a third grade class; there were women there with kids on their hips and kids in strollers and husbands carrying kids and mothers alone -- and a couple of fathers with the kids and no mother. Some guy raised his hand -- which I considered to be fine indoctrination. "So, what are the options again?" The presenter -- a Fleet Auxiliary NCO -- sighed. "Okay. If either you or your wife -- or your child, if you have one of age, although I realize that probably won't be many in this particular group -- is a volunteer with the proper CAP score, we will do our utmost to preserve the family unit. We'll ship you and your whole brood -- and the sponsor will be responsible for the rest of you. There will need to be some accommodations to some situations, but it's a pretty clear-cut deal. Mothers with children in families where no one makes the cut for CAP score can be evacuated more or less as if this were a normal pickup -- except we WILL accept you, period -- there is no competition here on the surface. However, the usual rules apply; if you can't find a sponsor who will accept you AND your husband, he has a problem. We'll find you a sponsor -- and he'll own you -- and depending upon a number of factors, your husband may be shit out of luck. Again, that's more or less like a normal extraction. Husbands in families without a sponsor may be evacuated -- we'll take you -- but you're going to need to find a sponsor or we'll be assigning you to a facility where you'll live and work with other guys in the same boat. You aren't going to be full citizens, and in some cases a male concubine may be better off." A woman spoke up, "My husband isn't here." "Sorry about that," the noncom replied. "Usual rules apply. You can go or not as you choose -- but we're not hunting him down. Is he a sponsor?" "No." "Are you?" "No." The NCO eyeballed Junior. "That your oldest?" "Yes." "Okay, then." He shrugged. Another woman raised her hand, "Mine is." "Yours is what?" the NCO asked. "He's got a good score." The NCO pursed his lips, thinking. I waved at him. "See the Lieutenant," he told her. Turning back to the crowd, he said, "Okay. There are three or four of us available for questions. Look around the room. We're going to take those who want to go in ten minutes or so. Discuss it among yourselves. As an aside, you need to be sensible about this -- we won't put up with any of you guys slapping the old lady around in order to get your way -- or vice-versa, for that matter. For you mothers, it's really your call; your old man's choice isn't yours -- you have to face it separately. We won't kidnap you -- but we won't let him hold you here against your will, either. Keep it civil." Naturally, there was an uproar. The volume level went up the scale rapidly -- and stayed there. The woman with the sponsor-husband approached me. "Show me your card, Ma'am. What's your husband's name?" "Eugene. Eugene Bradley." While she gave me that, the AI cross-referenced the data on her CAP card, confirming it and her husband's eligibility. When the AI gave me the thumbs up, I said, "Where is he? Somewhere local?" "He's at work. Some repair thing -- all weekend. His work is ... important to him." "More than you?" "Well, no, but..." "Yeah," I nodded. "You're at a school thing and he shouldn't have to worry about you." "Yes." The third grader next to her eyed me, restive, while she shifted another little girl on her hip. "Let's step outside." The teacher guarding the door stood aside for us and we moved into the relative quiet of the hallway. I handed her my comm link. "Call him. Cell phones don't work here, but this will. You can't tell him what is going on here, but any means are justified. Understand?" "Yes, sir." She put her little girl on her feet and dialed a number. After a few seconds, she said, "Shit." "Voice mail?" I queried. "Yes." "Leave one. Urgent. Tell him it's serious. Maybe we can find an office line..." "Thanks." She went on to leave a message begging her husband to call. The guy called back almost immediately; I could hear it all over my link. "What's the matter, Hon?" "Something serious has happened up at the school, and I need you," the woman said. "What can go on up there?" Eugene rasped. "You KNOW I have to get this in this weekend..." "Look, Sweetie, I can't tell you WHAT it is, but it's REALLY important!" "Come on -- at the school? What did Gina do?" "Sweetie, please, PLEASE!" "I HAVE to finish this!" "Is it life or death?" "Well, no, but..." "Sweetie, you KNOW I NEVER bother you about stuff. PLEASE, trust me -- this is EXTREMELY important!" "Okay, I'll break in..." "NOW, Sweetie RIGHT NOW!" "I can't just..." "You CAN! You MUST!" "What the Hell IS this?" Eugene rasped. "I need to know! I can't just walk out on..." I'd had it! "You need to listen to your wife and get down here," I rasped, "Now!" "What? Who is this? Kathy?" "I'm here." "Are you hurt?" "No. Not yet, anyway. PLEASE come -- right now! It will be fine if you just come now! You can go back, after..." "Who was that?" "He's a ... cop! Please! It's BIG, Sweetie..." "I'm coming! Fifteen minutes!" Kathy handed me the phone. "God! It's like pulling teeth, sometimes! Fortunately, I don't try, usually..." "Quite the work ethic he has..." I chuckled. "Yeah, well..." "He's coming." "Only because you scared him!" "Wait here for him." I went back inside the classroom. The door guard had a questioner, "How bad is this?" The teacher sighed. "I've never been there, but..." "What's the question?" I interrupted. "We're ... not sponsors. What's the worst case scenario?" I frowned. "This is all kind of experimental, but it goes something like this -- the worst case is that you just can't find a sponsor who will accept you as a couple. If that happens, you'll be split up. You'll be working for the government and living in what amounts to a barracks with a bunch of other guys. You'll have someone keeping an eye on you, sort of like a parole officer and unemployment counselor rolled into one. You'll be a second-class citizen, unless you can improve your CAP score." I eyed him. "This is where it could become untenable. Your wife is going to belong to someone else, and she's going to have his kids -- and whether he lets you hang out around his place is totally up to him. I'm sure you can see that in some cases, if he feels threatened at all, or you have a poor attitude, it's not going to be in his best interests -- or your wife's." The guy looked angry. "Look, I know this is a lot to absorb, but a lot of this stuff is in the standard system already. You get a break, actually, in that you go off-world, too, and in some cases will be able to see the wife and kids. But I wouldn't expect any more than that, if I were you -- her new sponsor isn't under any obligation to allow conjugal visits, and you won't be allowed any more offspring, in any case." Another guy was standing there. "What works? What could I say that... ?" I shrugged. "Maybe nothing. We're going to look at giving sponsors an extra slot to take the husband. But YOU'RE NO LONGER HER HUSBAND! If a sponsor takes you both on, she's HIS woman and any sharing goes from HIM to YOU, not vice-versa. He's doing you a big favor -- and if you spit in his face, you might wish you'd never been born!" I eyed them both. "Frankly, I think we're asking for a lot of trouble -- we should split EVERY family to keep people from getting stupid. Something like forty percent of concubines who screw up radically and get dead in the first twenty-four hours after a pickup are concubines who had been their sponsor's wife before pickup. They think they still have a sacred relationship and are Numero Uno and they get jealous of the other concubines or do something stupid. Can you imagine how much WORSE it will be with husbands? Think about it," I asserted, waving at one of the guys' wives. "What would you want to do if I took..." I waved my hand at her. "Alice," she supplied. "Alice, here, over there and proceeded to fuck her brains out in front of you?" I finished. "I'd want to kick your ass!" the husband asserted. "You need to stay home," I told him, "because you would get dead, right then and there. The minute I accept her as a concubine, you have no rights -- and if you touch me, you're dead -- the review board will close the case in less than thirty seconds. Stay here." I turned to Alice. "That makes it your choice. Which is more important to you? Your husband? Or yourself and your kids? You two can discuss it -- you can argue about it -- but in the end, it's your decision. If you join the outbound group, you're going, and he has no say in it." The second guy said, "If I do whatever and I have the right attitude and I get a sponsor to take me, too, can I... ?" "Male concubines tend to continue to father children, although you may get told no, or you may be told to concentrate your efforts on another female," I told him. "Once again, the sponsor dictates -- but male concubines left at home usually keep the ladies happy while the sponsor is elsewhere." The other husband was sneering at him, so I added, "You might have a shot." "Why don't you just bend over and take it up the ass?" the sneering one said. Time to break out a stinger ... The look on nasty guy's face was priceless as he collapsed, and I got a lot of attention from the room. I turned to Alice, "Now you don't even have to discuss it. You can be here when he wakes up in a few hours, or you can be gone -- end of story." Turning to the other husband, I added, "You could get asked for that -- or worse. Define your limits. Would you suck a black guy's cock to get him ready to impregnate your one-time wife? Some sponsors might debase you like that -- and some just might be bisexual. You could get a great guy who let you sleep together and have more kids and wants very little from either of you -- or you could get a bastard who gets big kicks out of making you both do things that will hurt your relationship. Unfortunately, a CAP score of six and change doesn't make you a saint. As you move up, things get better, but aggression is big." "Thank you." The guy backed away, thinking. I raised my voice and announced, "I'm going to throw this out in the hopes some of you are listening! Gentlemen! A bad attitude will get you your nervous system scrambled, a long nap, and a headache when you wake up -- and perhaps the loss of your wife and kids. Ladies, hubby doesn't get to say no! He can ASK you to stay, but he can't TELL you to stay! If you join the group leaving, he has two choices -- he can join you or he can watch you leave! You don't have to worry about what will happen if you don't get to go, because you can ALL go, so there are no long-term consequences if the old man is a little heavy-handed, shall we say? Time's getting to be short -- you need to make up your minds and get ready to act!" A couple of minutes later, we got under way -- and you could almost hear relationships tearing in some places. On guy got stung trying to drag his woman back across the line; later it was discovered that while they had kids together, they weren't married. Three additional women crossed the line after that, one husband following. There were ten unescorted women -- nine of whom crossed the line. Eight couples committed despite the risks; seven women crossed solo, and five elected to stay. One woman waited until the transport pad was running to dash across the line. Eugene Bradley was interrogating his wife Kathy when I exited the room. "There you are! Step inside, please." "What's going on?" Eugene looked around, aggravated. "We're all operating under the impression that you're planning to make pickup when called, Son," I said, chuckling. "Your wife damned near broke her hump trying to get you here for it." "Pickup?" Eugene's face went white. "You're late. The transport pad is over there," I said, pointing. "You can thank Kathy, here, for begging us to be allowed to chase your silly ass down. If you don't want her, I'm sure we can find someone who values that kind of loyalty..." "I want her!" he yelped, clutching her to him. "She's my wife!" "She's your concubine," I corrected, "not your wife! It would be wise if you both got that through your heads, very clearly, because remembering that might save her life!" "Yes, yes, of course, of course..." Eugene looked around, dazed. "I was working on something..." "Important?" "The customer will think so..." "Can you give me a number to call? We can't tell them what's up, but we can tell them to find a new boy..." Eugene nodded and gave me a number, then gathered his family and stepped onto the transport pad. I got a kick out of calling the number and saying, "Hello? This is to inform you that Eugene Bradley has been taken into custody and will not be returning to work..." -- and hanging up. ------- Later, things got more interesting -- but were sometimes easier to unravel. The students had been generally trained in pickup implications all along; eighth and ninth graders knew their status as they hit fourteen. They were eligible to lug the family along -- but they weren't obligated. Besides, there were the usual complications, which have been covered before -- but in case you were asleep, the big one is incest ... Picture, if you will, a horny tenth grader with a seven point five CAP and a big sister who is a Senior in the concubine track and making straight As. Mama either has the same skill set or can acquire it rapidly, and dear old Dad is out of town on business. I COULD be talking hypothetically, but I'm not -- we're discussing Johnny Tafarelli. Mama Gina is a dark Italian goddess and big sister is 'Moaning Mona' Tafarelli, a legend in the boys' locker room. Johnny didn't bother to mention Family Day to his dad, Marco 'Snake Eyes' Tafarelli -- who would have presented us all with embarrassing issues, anyway. Mona briefed Mama, but not in-depth, as it were. So Johnny could -- and did -- play the incest card twice -- and could still draw two. Mama was going to be surprised in orbit, but Mona knew the score ... Conditioned as she was to 'shut up and do as you're told, ' Mama would undoubtedly roll over. Johnny stepped onto the transport pad grinning from ear to ear. Seniors were all over the place; more than one left their families to fend for themselves to collect a pre-pack of fellow students their own age. There was one case of a girl who put her mother on the street for 'irreconcilable differences' -- but kept Dad and both parents of an eleventh grade male she'd taken a fancy to. About three, Beth hunted me down. "That woman from the lingerie store is outside. She's got another woman with her. They can't seem to figure out what they should do." "Go invite them in," I directed. Things were to the point where we could handle a little invitational activity. "As a matter of fact, if you two want to hang out in front and invite selected passers-by inside, do it." As luck would have it, Frieda went out to engage them in conversation -- and was recognized by Jolene -- so they'd hung around. When Beth popped out and invited them in, they were more than willing. A couple of minutes later, I was reassuring some woman that sex with teenage males would be educational for them and rewarding for her and no one would get arrested when Frieda tugged at my elbow, "Hey, Master, remember Jolene?" "Sure..." I turned and took her hand. "Welcome!" Jolene looked around. "Want to tell me what this is?" "Confederacy pickup. We're taking anyone qualified who wants to go," I explained. "Really?" Jolene gasped. "Am I qualified?" "Got a pussy?" Frieda asked. "You're qualified. She is too," she added, pointing at the other woman with her thumb. "That's the sister?" I asked. Jolene nodded. "Bernice." "We discussed her, as I remember. We can help." Bernice was painfully thin, and dressed like a hooker. From Jolene's description of her, the outfit didn't lie. "What do I do?" Jolene asked. "Step on that," I replied, pointing at the nearest pad. "The meat market will be in orbit -- we're not doing it here. It's a free ride in that you don't have to compete for a seat. You'll end up doing the same thing, though." Jolene nodded. "I owe you, big time! Come on, Bernice!" Bernice stirred herself. "Where we going?" "Somewhere you won't have to hook," Jolene replied. "How am I gonna eat?" Bernice worried. 'How am I gonna get drug money?' might as well have been printed on a sign above her head. "We'll get you all hooked up," Jolene assured her. "Everything you need." Bernice eyed her sister distrustfully. "It's not some hospital..." "No, not a hospital," I interjected. "You'll be working for me -- entertaining. You're good at that, right?" Bernice eyed me. "I've got a pimp." "You're changing neighborhoods," I told her, "Upscale." Bernice looked mulish, so I frowned and added, "I'm not asking." "Oh." That resolved things -- clearly, she DID have a pimp -- and she knew what happened to girls who argued. "What do you want?" "Go step on that," I pointed at the pad, "then step off. I want to see you move." Bernice did as she was told -- and promptly disappeared. "She'll step off the pad in orbit. Go chase her down and keep her under control. Tell the transport crewman Lieutenant Harper said to get her to medical." "Bless you!" Jolene kissed my cheek and stepped on the pad. "You're too sweet for your own good, Master," Frieda observed. "Yeah, yeah," I grunted. "You two go out front and do some very selective recruiting. Try to keep the number of low CAP males to a minimum. If you can figure out a way to collect high CAP males, let me know..." Frieda grinned, "Okay, Master!" About that time, Maureen came by and said, "Jack! Mark says you've got a special in room 210!" Gonzalo: My name is Gonzalo Amador De La Cruz Cuatrecasas. I come from a country, well, somewhere to the south. Except for periodic trips home, I have been living in the United States for six years. My son Antonio and my daughter Isabella attend the Seifort School. In my country, I am rich; in the United States, I may only be well off, but I think I may be rich. My current wife, Marie, is not the mother of my children -- she is a blonde Anglo who is very decorative, very adept at lovemaking, and knows when to keep her mouth shut and her eyes open. No, my ex-wife is not dead; she is pretending to be a widow in a little village at home, because good Catholic women do not get divorces in my country. My being out of the country most of the time is a help to her charade, but she knows better than to cross me, for money is power in my country. In my country, if you are rich you were either born rich or you are a criminal; there is no legitimate way to become rich. The entrenched rich merely have criminals in their family tree in the more distant past than the nouveau riche. I am nouveau riche; my father was -- is -- a criminal. Technically, perhaps, I am a criminal, too. You see, I participated in the family business -- in an administrative capacity, not like my father did in the bad old days when men had to be terrorized and murdered to ensure that no one impeded his climb to power. We are established; brute force is no longer required, although periodically Papa waves the sword to remind everyone that he still holds it. I play chess with inventory and funds and stock, defeating my enemies via my business acumen rather than by lopping off heads. Papa admires this in me, but feels that one must be able to back up any threats with force. What he does not realize is that it is unnecessary to threaten someone; in most cases, you can utterly destroy them without warning -- and a threat is a warning. I don't threaten my competitors -- I merely beat them. But that is all in the past, for today, my life changed. It all started with 'Family Day' at my children's school. During the week leading up to this event, both my son and my daughter approached me very seriously about this event -- and Marie, although mildly amused by it, agreed that we should go, if they both felt so strongly about it. In any case, Marie found the letter of invitation from the Dean Atkinson to be vaguely disturbing. Marie championed this particular school to me -- and I saw the wisdom of it. If the Cuatrecasas name were to go to the stars, Antonio would no doubt have to carry the torch -- and if that were the case, then his preparation should be meticulous. I had barely missed the desired score with a six point three; Antonio had it in him to make the cut. Isabella, for all her spirit and fire, was a woman -- and that is clearly a handicap where CAP scores are concerned. We arrived for the afternoon session and immediately I had the sense that Marie was right; something was going on -- something unseen, but momentous. There was an air about the place ... I could not put my finger on it, but I sensed it. We made our way to Isabella's homeroom, but outside the door, I was met by a man whose authority was an aura about him, presented discreetly -- not boldly, like the police. "Mr. Cuatrecasas, if I may have a moment of your time?" he asked. "Is there a problem?" I asked. "I am about to see my daughter's class project." "You will miss nothing, I promise," the man returned, smiling. "We would like to discuss a few specifics regarding her efforts." I knew that this response was less than accurate -- but it was also clear that I was not going to avoid this interview, so I smiled and nodded and followed the man into a nearby room. There was another man already there, frowning at me as I entered, but he held himself silent. The first, however, settled himself casually on a teacher's desk and considered me. "We have a problem." 'Straight to the point, this one, ' I thought. "And?" "It concerns what we are doing here -- and what we should do with you," he replied. "You'll forgive me if I profess ignorance," I offered. "Just about everyone here today can be categorized, one way or another -- and we have various options, based upon those categories," the man related. "You, well, you're a fringe element. Some of us want to place you in one category, and some in another. You see, some of us -- well, most of us -- disapprove of what you do for a living." "I see," I mused. "This is not a new thing. However, I am unaware of any laws that I have broken in this country." The other individual -- by comparison NOT a gentleman, rasped, "That's irrelevant. A snake is a snake, whether he manages to conform to the letter of the law or not!" I returned my attention to the first gentleman, ignoring the outburst. "Am I to be arrested, then? On what charge?" "This isn't about law enforcement," came the reply. "It hits closer to home, perhaps." The gentleman at the desk flashed a look at his colleague. "Suppose you describe your job..." "I am employed by my family's business," I replied, "in an accounting and management position." "You manufacture and distribute illegal drugs!" the bad cop -- for that is what appeared to be happening -- we were playing 'good cop, bad cop' -- snarled. "That is perhaps our primary business," I admitted. "I am more concerned with asset acquisition here in the United States." I eyed the 'bad cop.' "So you're a businessman," the 'good cop' mused. "Exactly." "Does it bother you that your product causes untold suffering here and in other countries?" the 'bad cop' snapped. "This is akin to blaming a beer distributor for drunk drivers," I reposted, "or weapons manufacturers for murders using a firearm. It is foolish to attribute blame or guilt to a product; the chain of guilt only stretches so far before the links become invisible." "The drugs are illegal!" the 'bad cop' protested. "So was alcohol, for a period in this country," I retorted. "And bootleggers were blamed for all manner of ills, including poor product. But many of them are now legitimate distillers..." "We would be better off without your poison on the street!" the 'bad cop' snapped. "Would you?" I replied. "Without the product of my family's company, the supply here would tighten considerably, but not disappear. Prices would go up dramatically, and conflicts would ensue. The weak and the desperate would contend with the strong and violence and blood would result." I cocked my head. "While I do not participate in that arm of the business, I may inherit it. If that should happen, and if I were to cut off the supply to your country out of misplaced altruism, I would damage the local economy back home -- and would undoubtedly be called to answer for it -- and my replacement could well be considerably more rapacious than I am." I shook my head. "In a perfect world, those poor souls who are dependent upon the product would reach out for treatment and be cured, and the market here would balance itself -- but we live in the real world, do we not? Many would die from having purchased poison masquerading as the product they desire due to the greed of the distributors -- something else I have no control over." Jack: That, in a nutshell, was the problem with Gonzalo Cuatrecasas. It was easy to dismiss him as a criminal, and we could leave him on Earth while evacuating his family based upon those criteria -- but were they accurate? While perhaps technically illegal, funneling drug money into other business pursuits was not the same as actually bringing drugs into the country. And he presented a reasonable case for their existence in the first place; in my humble opinion, the war on drugs was a joke! We spent a lot of time and trouble interfering with a situation that would fix itself -- through Darwinism, if nothing else... One reason for this interview was to determine how Gonzalo characterized his role himself. Without a doubt, Gonzalo's father was a murderer, an extortionist, a direct trafficker in illegal drugs, and a laundry list of other things -- but was Gonzalo? He insisted that he wasn't -- and the AI reported that he believed in those claims, implicitly! Did we have to care? Maybe not. But Gonzalo was by all accounts a shrewd businessman and an able administrator. Who pointed that out, you ask? The AIs, actually. According to the AIs, Gonzalo was a product of his environment -- and no more tainted by it than was necessary to survive. In a different environment... the AI insisted. 'So from a Confederacy standpoint, Gonzalo's family's business is legal, ' I confirmed. "I'm going to take a while to get used to it!" Mark snarled, and slammed out of the room. "Such anger," Gonzalo mused. "He has his opinions," I replied. "I disagree with them regularly, but your case resulted in a split decision." I got up. "I could just let you walk out of here and join the herd, but your case continues to be borderline, one way or another. Please, sit, if you like." I stood, vacating the desktop. Gonzalo crossed to seat himself in the teacher's chair. "I assume that all will be made clear?" "That's the plan," I agreed. "The long and short of it is that a Confederacy extraction team is in the process of extracting the entire student body -- with families, where applicable. The school will be reconstituted as the nucleus of the educational system on a colony world." "Ah," Gonzalo mused. "I have been on trial for my life, then. You were deciding whether to extract me with my family, or leave me, ostensibly to the aliens." I nodded. "Just exactly." "You realize, of course, that I am ill equipped to be a concubine..." I nodded. "Which is why we're still here talking. The AIs believe that you will attain a sponsor-level score in the near future -- particularly if you are placed in other work in a different environment. We know that you are an able administrator, and we have, well, needs..." "Yes?" Gonzalo cocked his head. "We are being forced by the situation to accept a number of non-sponsor-class males by the nature of the pickup," I explained. "These males will be employed and entertained as best we can organize it -- but they will be second-class citizens -- not allowed to procreate. We currently organize a number of colony support functions under a government department called the Support Directorate; these men will be integrated into this structure. As a part of the package, we see each of them being assigned a pseudo-sponsor -- a kind of mentor and parole officer, if you will. Creating and administering this structure in such a manner that it manages not to resemble a prison will be a huge undertaking." "I begin to see..." Gonzalo murmured. "I can't really offer to MAKE you a sponsor -- but I can offer certain ... privileges ... based upon the AIs' assessment of your potential. For one, until you attain sponsorship, I can't allocate you two concubines, but I can allow you to continue to possess your current wife in that role and keep your family together. You'll be treated as a sponsor, and we won't be making it obvious that you are NOT a sponsor, if you understand my meaning. In return, we would ask that you create the necessary structure to support the population I described." "I'm to be ... warden, then?" Gonzalo asked. "I'm hoping you can put together something a whole lot more permissive," I replied. "Yes, yes ... This could be very difficult..." "You appear to be qualified," I assured him. "What we DON'T want is a disaffected group of crazies with nothing to lose disrupting things. We'll be trusting you not to create your own little empire, too." I grinned. "Oh, and did I mention that you'll be working for the gentleman who just left?" Even Gonzalo saw the irony in that... ------- Chapter 35 Jack: Gonzalo wasn't the only surprise package -- although perhaps he should have been. Late in the day, I got a call from Frieda out on the front walk -- we'd fitted her with a headset, "Master, there's a pickup wandering up and down the street out here ... Hang on ... Yeah, it's Tony." I had my hands full. "AI, pass to Maureen." "Oh, shit..." came across the link -- Maureen's voice. Well, I wasn't THAT busy -- he was just her problem. Deciding it might be fun to watch, I headed for the entrance. I beat Maureen; I was halfway down the front steps when she appeared. Beth and Frieda were leaning on the door of Tony's pickup. Tony looked up and spied me and said "Jack..." then his eyes flicked past me. I turned around, and there stood Maureen in her Civil Service greys. I closed on the truck and said, "I see you made the party." "Yeah..." Tony was looking at Maureen. "What's going on?" "I think I'll let Maureen tell you." Maureen came down the steps reluctantly, but she got to us. "Have they told you?" she asked hesitantly. "No." "It's a pickup. We're -- I'm -- Confederacy." "That kind of fucks us up, doesn't it?" Tony mused. "It does if you can't handle Maureen wearing the pants in the family!" Frieda chuckled. Tony eyed me. "How bad is it?" "Could be bad," I told him. "She's Civil Service, and won't be able to take any shit. You might need to do some very embarrassing things -- in public -- to support her position." "How many guys you got?" Tony asked Maureen. "None, yet." "You were ... kinda emotional last night," Tony mused. "Maybe you changed your mind." "Why did you come?" Maureen asked. "Dunno," Tony shrugged, looking away. "It was good, I guess. Troy and I do the other thing quite a bit -- and it works, obviously -- but it's different." "You won't be doing that," Maureen pointed out. "It'll be me -- and someone else -- probably female." She pursed her lips. "Maybe not." She was bluffing -- but I'm not sure Tony could tell. He appeared to take it between the eyes. But he came back with, "I'm kinda used to sharing." "Make up your minds," I rasped, "We haven't got all day!" Maureen glanced at me and I shrugged, grinning. "Come on, if you want to," Maureen said finally, stepping away. Not looking at him, she added, "You'll probably have to stand around naked for a while -- but at least you look good that way." Tony opened the door of the truck. "Leave the truck?" "You won't need it," I told him. "You know," he said diffidently, "I didn't bring Troy -- but he's got the scores." "He does?" I was genuinely surprised. "I would have thought that he wouldn't since..." my AI erupted. Just because they don't laugh (where we can hear them, anyway)... "Yeah, never mind. Okay, Tony, can you get him here without blowing the whole thing?" Tony nodded. "Yeah, probably." He fished out his cell phone. "Troy! What're you doing? Yeah, right now! Basketball? Fuck THAT! Look, I just stumbled into babe city! You need to get your shit together and get down here, NOW! It's target rich, you know? I've never seen anything like it! Just do it, Man! Shit, I've got one already and I'm going for two! No, I dunno what it is, exactly, but they're wall to wall..." He gave the address. "It's a school or something, but school's out -- or maybe it isn't, given the young stuff ... Yeah, hurry -- it's winding down and you don't want to miss the good stuff!" He hung up. "He's comin' -- but if he sees you guys..." "Yeah, I get it," I agreed. "We need to stage something. How long have we got, do you figure?" "Fifteen minutes?" I nodded. "We're working two classrooms of seniors simultaneously. Frieda, Beth, go up to the high school wing and get me, oh, six volunteers in little or nothing -- or willing to get that way -- and bring 'em back here. Something with a good age spread." "I'm on it, Master!" Frieda dashed off, outdistancing poor Beth, who wasn't built to run fast. Tony's phone rang. "Yeah? Jeez, when have I lied to you?" Tony muted the phone. "He doesn't believe me." "He's not stupid," I grunted. I'd underestimated Troy, way back when... "Judith, fish out his cock and give him a hand job. Tony, take a pic -- just the hand on your dick..." "Got it!" Tony went to the phone. "Don't believe me, huh? I'll send you a pic! Check THIS out!" Judith was embarrassed, but didn't let it stop her. Tony took the picture and sent it. Nobody but Tony and I seemed to notice that she didn't drop his cock like a hot rock afterward, but continued to jack it instead ... The girls thundered up during the transmission lag, so we were ready when Troy opined that the chick attached to the hand was probably a dog... Judith looked away, her eyes wet, when Tony relayed this -- I just handled it. Frieda and Beth had come up with a generally impressive mix of four seventeen and eighteen year old concubines and two older but hot looking MILFs. "Okay, we've got a sponsor on the phone, so we're interviewing. Tony, take a video of, um, that one," I picked out a petite blonde, "taking off her bra ... Sweep through and get everyone, though. Everybody smile..." I motioned Frieda and Beth and Judith out of camera range. The girls, all indoctrinated concubine-track senior students, smiled fetchingly and presented themselves; the MILFs were more diffident, but caught on. The blonde waited until she was the center of attention, popped her bra, and wiggled her shoulders so her tits would jiggle. Tony finished the capture and sent it off. "Satisfied, Dude? I don't know why I'm bothering..." He grinned and hung up. "Ten minutes, if he doesn't kill himself, driving." I nodded. "Okay, as you indicated, he isn't worth a whole lot more trouble. Maureen, go back to wherever you're supposed to be and go back to work -- I'll marry you up with Tony when we're done." Both of them flinched at 'marry.' "Girls, I want you to hang out here with me until this guy shows up. Tony, here, is a male concubine, so you don't want to waste your time on him unless you think you can get to her -- because she owns him..." I pointed at Maureen's retreating back. "The guy coming is a demanding sort, so you might or might not want him -- but you should play the game, anyway -- it's good practice. Girls, you might want to talk to the older women about the realities in place, here. Beth, Frieda, Judith, go hang out in the attendance office and wait for my call." I reflected for the umpteenth time that I probably should have shipped Judith and her parents, at a minimum, to orbit, but they would be lost ... Oliver and Vera and Britney had been cooling their heels in a counselor's office for hours. Technically, Maureen was no longer my problem -- she was Mark's. Since he was likely to make Centurion in short order I didn't feel sorry for him. I went back to communing with the AI. We'd been overzealous in our estimates. We'd more or less figured that every student would bring in four family members -- which would have been about 14,400 family members. While there were exceptions, it was turning out that if a family had more children than the student, seventy percent of them were other students, which chopped the numbers. Add in single parents -- and the school had offered financial aid to single mothers whose children showed exceptional intelligence in an effort to load the dice, so there were more than one might think -- and mothers who came alone -- a fairly large figure -- and we actually got down to somewhere around one point eight. Exceptions didn't make up for this. We got a few househusbands and one notable uncle/babysitter/guardian and a couple of Hispanic families who brought everyone from Grandma to Cousin Julio to see Pedro's wonderful class project, but they didn't tip the scales. Actually, I considered us lucky, since many of those expected would be excess baggage ... Faculty members tended to drag in every living relative -- but they didn't make up for the other lacks. We would be collecting off-site children -- but ignoring husbands where possible. Still, at this point we estimated that we would have 13,500 people in orbit, divided into groups of about 280 in each of the forty-eight holding areas off the transport rooms. It was STILL a massive undertaking. Add in the Brinkman headcount and the numbers got close to 14,000. The standing order for babysitters was 'Take whoever is on-site, if they want to go, avoiding large quantities of sub-sponsor males.' This was why we'd done the young elementary kids first -- they were most likely to have baby brothers and baby sisters at home in the care of SOMEBODY. I had a fifth of the Valhalla's 8000 personnel hopping at this point, either at the school, on the Valhalla watching the collection areas or on supplementary pickups. The AI was busy telling me that the supplementary pickups were adding unexpected numbers to the total. A typical supplementary pickup went like this: Gil Franken is in the second grade at Seifort. His mother, Barbara, came to Family Day with him, leaving Alison, aged five, and Jeffrey, aged three, at home in the care of Kimberly Wilson, a sixteen year old CAP four point six female from up the street. The extraction team shows up and Kim calls her mother -- who drops everything and rushes herself and two of Kim's siblings to the Franken home. No one complains that neither Albert Franken, Gil's father, nor Michael Wilson, Kimberly's father, is currently available; everybody KNOWS you take what you can get on a pickup! Initial headcount was one adult and three children -- but it grew to three adult females and five children during the loose supplementary pickup! The pickup team discovers that Michael Wilson is sponsor-class and ends up shifting to the Wilson home to pick up Michael and the other Wilson sibling, thirteen year old Wesley, upon their return from a soccer game -- and four had become ten. Suddenly, we were looking at 16,000 again... The last group transported out of the school at four p.m. -- and we released three hundred and twenty who opted to stay on Earth -- mostly adult males. Thirty minutes later, we'd dismantled the last of the gear we'd used to control the crowds and secure the area and recovered to the Valhalla. Winding down wasn't really an option; I had an ungodly number of people packed three hundred to a room in the holding areas and thirty six supplementary pickup teams out. Then Frieda muttered, "I wish we could have swept the grocery store..." I just looked at her, but the Major said, "Fuck it. I need twelve volunteers for a closed pickup at a supermarket!" A dozen idiots raised their hands and he turned to me. "I've got this -- I'll take Frieda with me. You get things under control -- we need to get these people fed and quartered before they all go insane." While I was saluting, the AI announced, "Crap!" the Major erupted. "See to it," he instructed Mark -- who glared at me. I threw up my hands -- it wasn't my idea and I hadn't bought off... "Major! A moment?" Oliver materialized from somewhere. The two of them entered into a conversation; I didn't hear either end, but I could see that Vera was a subject ... I let it ride until Oliver stepped back, then waved my arm above my head. "Head 'em up and move 'em out!" Oliver gathered Vera, Britney, and Judith, I dragged in Beth, and Maureen beckoned Tony -- and I led them off to our OQ Clusters. After parking Oliver in Alpha Seventy Four and Maureen in Alpha Seventy Five, I took Beth home to check on Tara, Keisha, and the kids. Everybody seemed fine; I told them to wheedle the AI for a menu -- and the AI to support such requests -- gave all my girls a kiss and got out of there. From there, I took the inter-ship transporters to Colonist Operations. The place was wall-to-wall holographic displays -- mostly of the holding areas at this point. Ninety-six operators were keeping an eye on the rooms, two to a holding area. "How bad is it?" I asked. "Early arrivals are REAL restive!" the Operations NCO reported. "Young kids..." He shook his head and cued sound for Holding Area 48C. It was a wailer's concert; there must have been forty kids making the room echo to their unhappiness. I sighed. "Okay, we need to get them fed, dispersed, and bedded down. Are we set?" "Passenger Mess Seventy is online and we have ten support staff to help get them past playing with menus," The Ops NCO reported. "Tell the AI to limit them to ten selections or something," I directed. "They can play later. Requests for formula and diapers and such need to be handled. Is anyone giving the rooms any communications support? How are we handling issues?" "Shit. We've just been watching for trouble -- not trying to fix anything..." the NCO grunted. "Okay, Chief. Give me Cluster 48 on audio. Five seconds with sirens, first." In the eight rooms of Cluster 48, red flashing lights spun and loud sirens erupted. "Make sure I can talk over the screams..." The sirens quit, but the noise from the floor didn't. "Your attention, please! I know this hasn't been a picnic thus far, and I apologize -- but we're going to try to get things properly on the road here. I need your cooperation, however -- EVERYBODY SHUT UP!" The reduction in noise wasn't really appreciable. "Chief, give me six comm consoles per room..." In each of Cluster 48's rooms, six panels slid aside, exposing audio/video terminals. "Okay! I've opened some communications devices. Those with EMERGENCIES please let us know the nature of them. Those who just want to waste time asking questions, I'm telling you this just once! If you attempt to use a console to ask stupid questions not involving the immediate health and welfare of yourself or your family, you're going to end up on the floor!" I spun to the operators. "Stupid people get stung!" Three seconds later, there was a ZAP! in 48D, followed by one in 48F ... By the end of thirty seconds, people were shying away. "All right! The top priority right now is getting everyone fed and put down to sleep for tonight! If you will cooperate with us, things will go smoothly -- if you don't, there is going to be some pain handed out! Sponsors -- corral your families! Get everyone together and LISTEN to what I'm telling you! If you don't have a sponsor in your family, SOMEBODY has been running things -- pick up the reins!" I gave it thirty seconds; people started shuffling into groups, warily. "Okay. We're going to be opening doors to the Mess Hall for thirty or so people at a time. DON'T GET STUPID! Family groups cluster together, so we can identify you visually and keep you together -- if I can't tell where your family begins and ends, I'm going to use force fields to chop you up into groups. If you have a pickup team out getting family members and they haven't arrived, please wait for them. You won't miss out on anything -- this ship is built to accommodate a dozen times what we picked up. There will be food and there will be a place to sleep for everybody! If you need to stay, but you need something like medicine or baby formula or diapers or whatever, use a console -- they don't bite for that. I'll highlight an area where a door will appear..." I waved a finger at the operators. "There will be a hallway. Go straight down it to the Mess, where you will be fed. Once you are fed, gather your family group and go to the doors at the far end of the mess from where you came in and they will open for a group at a time. Follow the hallway to the glowing door and enter. There will be a common room and two baths and ten sleeping rooms. Sleeping rooms are subdivided, but the dividers can be moved some to adjust for family groups. Again, we're looking at about thirty people to a dorm. All this info will be repeated on screens on the walls of the Mess. Are we ready?" Everyone looked dazed. "ARE WE READY?" People looked around and nodded and mumbled. "Identify ports," I told the operators. "Okay, first thirty, cluster by the lit area of the wall. I WANT TO SEE FAMILIES! If you start trampling people, you'll end up stung!" We ended up lighting off stingers in three of the eight rooms, despite everything. I sighed, shaking my head. "Chief, if you can think of a way to reduce the stupidity, do it -- but we need to start moving Cluster 49 to Mess 71." The next four hours were an incredible pain in the ass. Eventually, we got everyone fed, and probably eighty people to Medical for one thing or another. Teams had to pick up and transport an additional twenty-seven victims of stinger fire -- and we spaced one of them for being too stupid to live, basically. We videoed it, too, and played it in the Messes as a warning that we were serious about people following instructions -- then we sucked him back in and recycled him -- no need to leave him out there for some ship to run over. In this particular case, his old lady cried a lot -- from happiness, I think. When everyone was in quarters, I came on globally to put them to bed, "People, it's been a long day, so let's everyone just get some rest. Tomorrow, everyone will get briefings on sponsor and concubine conduct and by tomorrow night, everyone will know where they stand with regard to everyone else -- and hopefully, we can avoid any serious trouble. For tonight, since you DON'T know your rights and responsibilities, let's just keep to ourselves. Cuddle up if you want -- if momma wants a little comfort sex, that's okay -- but don't go hunting down that hot chick you saw today and try talking her out of a piece -- she might outrank you. If I get a rape complaint or an assault charge in the morning, I'm going to space the perpetrator -- and we WILL know how it went down because Big Brother IS watching you! Good night..." We dimmed the lights and went to night vision sensors. Thirty minutes later, after briefing the oncoming shift, I headed for quarters, burnt out. Frieda was in quarters, bouncing. "We got all the good people, a bunch of families, and fifty or sixty customers and THEIR families!" she bubbled. I just nodded. "You look like shit, Master," she added soberly. "I feel like shit," I confirmed. "Keisha, not tonight -- but you can sleep with me. Beth, you're on deck, too. Tara and Frieda, please crash in the spare room. Can someone coax a sandwich and a beer out of the AI for me?" I don't remember eating. Oliver: From my perspective, it was a train wreck. By the time we got there with the rental car, Jack was tied up and had no time to help us get set up on the ship, so we stayed with him and tried to help. He had twenty or thirty soldiers to help, but there were a LOT of people and there had to be positive control, so basically, I kept Vera and Britney as far out of the way as I could and watched. Maureen was drafted and given a uniform and exhausted herself trying to get people organized -- but it seemed to me that the team was woefully understaffed. Finally, Jack escorted us up to the Valhalla and our quarters. Just before, as we were gathering to finally transport up, Frieda came out with something and Major Howard took her up on it. They gathered to head off somewhere, but honor impelled me to correct an injustice, "Major! A moment?" "Yes?" I could tell that the layer of his patience was thin over a number of things, including fatigue. "You were shortchanged the other night -- are you aware of that?" "Excuse me?" He looked blank. "Vera was attempting to mislead us. She's an accomplished fellatrix -- and she owes you a better effort," I informed him. "Now that I'm aware of it, honor is involved." "Really?" He flicked a glance at the culprit. "He's right sir," Frieda interjected. "She swallows cocks -- deep-throat." "So..." The Major eyed me. "So when your business is complete, should you require relaxation, I recommend that you visit my quarters -- and I will see to it that Vera services ALL of your needs." The Major pursed his lips. "It's a pleasant prospect. She was a better than fair fuck..." I nodded. "You had her attention at that point. That's when the mask slipped. Frieda has the details; I'm sure she would take great delight in briefing you." "Thank you, Doctor. We're nowhere near finished -- I'm certain that I would enjoy some feminine companionship when things settle down." "She will be available to expiate her sin ... whenever," I assured him. "Very good. I need to get going now." He nodded at me, turned and pointed Frieda off toward whatever they were going to be doing next. I returned to my entourage -- which at this point included Judith -- and we responded when Jack made his roundup. He still had no time for us, really; his instructions upon entering our quarters were, "Yell for the AI if you need anything. Get it to tell you the standard permission sets for concubines or they won't be able to do anything and you'll be irritated. AI!" 'Lieutenant Harper?' "Deliver the standard briefing to Doctor Hopkins. Provide him with meal options. Make sure he has enough of the basics that no one is inconvenienced too badly!" He turned to me. "Got to run -- my girls are next door and they've been there all day, so I HOPE they've learned a few things. Ask them if you like. Maureen is on the other side -- but she's probably not free yet. Still, she's been interacting with an AI all day and should have a feel for things. Bye!" The AI droned on for a while; apparently it could accomplish amazing things. I discovered what the basic permissions for concubines were and had mine start setting up housekeeping. Vera had the lead on this, with Britney as understudy and Judith assisting -- not that there appeared to be that much to do with the AI supplying food from a replicator and the beds made up. Eventually, therefore, I was settled with a glass of wine and it was time to have a word with a certain concubine... "Vera." "Master?" "Did you make note of my discussion with the Major prior to our departure?" "Yes, Master." Vera's response was VERY cautious. "Then you no doubt realize that you were the subject of conversation," I noted. "I ... Yes, Master." Vera's features settled into dread anticipation. "Your foolish pretense the other night leaves us both with a debt of honor. You lied to the man. Worse, you made him suffer," I rumbled. "Yes, Master." Vera bent her head in shame. "Tonight -- or at his convenience, if not tonight -- you will make it up to him -- with interest. The minimum you will do is to demonstrate your true capability as a fellatrix. Do you understand?" "Yes, Master..." Vera nodded. "That, however, is the minimum. You will give him anything he wants -- I really don't care WHAT it is! That being the case, you may want to prepare yourself in case he is interested in anal sex..." I mused. "Yes, Master..." Vera appeared crestfallen at this revelation. "God knows what he'll want," I pointed out. "I'll plan to do without you tonight. Make whatever preparations you consider sensible, and wait up for him. He'll likely be late and tired -- perhaps he'll want a massage or something. AI, are there any whirlpool baths or hot tubs available? What about massage tables?" "There are various items of this nature at the end of the corridor," the AI replied. "Some can be provided here on short notice; plumbing fixtures, however would be a waste of resources over the expected transit time." "Thank you. Run along and make your preparations, Vera. I expect you to stay up until he returns -- that would be all night if necessary." "Yes, Master..." Vera slunk off. I probably failed to conceal my amusement, as Judith looked somewhat disgusted with me. Seeing this, I said, "Why don't you see if she would like to have your assistance with that enema?" I hadn't taken Judith as a concubine -- but she was there ... That left Britney. "You can help her or not -- as you like. But remember that you are a team..." I settled back in my chair -- then I had a thought. "AI, what is the current directive on nudity?" "Despite some confusion, nudity among concubines has not yet been enforced," the AI replied. "However, by twelve hundred hours tomorrow, universal nudity of concubines is to be enforced for a period of not less than forty-eight hours -- after which, sponsors may pursue their own preference. This is a part of the concubine indoctrination process." "Excellent," I murmured, adding, "Girls! Uniform of the day is nudity until further notice!" "Daddy?" Judith stuck her head around the door. "Are you a concubine? Are you here?" I replied. "You don't have to be MY concubine to have to conform to rules that apply to ALL concubines! Do as you're told!" "Yes, Daddy..." "Vera!" I yelled. "She's naked, Master -- but indisposed," Britney replied. "Very well." It was well after nine p.m. by my watch when the AI announced, "Major Howard has arrived." "Bid him enter," I replied, "Vera!" "Coming, Master!" Vera hove into view. The door slid open and Major Howard entered. "I'm thinking maybe another time," he murmured. "That's fine," I agreed, "but I thought you might like an attended soak in a hot tub or something. Vera can assist with that." "That IS an idea!" the Major replied. "Good. Use her. Keep her for the night, if you like. Do ... whatever." "That's generous," the Major commented. "She owes you -- and she can use the practice." "Very well..." The Major turned around and, as the door opened, snapped his fingers and pointed to a spot behind him and to his right. Vera gave me a look of utter horror, but assumed the position. "Goodnight, Doctor," the Major murmured, and left the room; Vera diffidently padded after him. "I can't BELIEVE you did that!" Judith burst out. "You just GAVE Momma to a strange man!" "Not so strange," I replied, "He's had her before. However, it's not for you to judge, in any case. At this point, the more precarious your mother sees her position as being, the more likely she'll learn to behave. As for you -- if you continue to bring your views to the table uninvited, I may become irritated and ask you to join the general concubine pool in order to preserve domestic tranquility." Judith looked stricken. "Yes, Daddy." "If I were you, I would try to get a jump on the educational curriculum for concubines -- and start adhering to the rules thereof," I remonstrated. "I am not at all certain that I wish to keep you -- for various reasons. Therefore, you need to be able to present yourself properly. If, in the end, I am stuck with you, you WILL toe the line, just as your mother will!" "Yes, Daddy!" She got out of my sight -- which was just as well ... As it was, I beckoned Britney to me and explored every curve, fold, and crevice of her delightful body ... Tonight, if the Major did as I recommended -- and I suspected that he would -- I would give Britney our 'wedding night' -- an evening for the two of us. It wouldn't be our first sex -- but then how many couples these days wait until the wedding night to couple? Few, I imagine... We waited an hour, after which I could contain myself no longer. I took Britney to bed and tasted her sweet core until she screamed, then attacked it with my probe, again and again, until I'd flooded her twice and heard her cries of completion three times. Frankly, I amazed myself! I may have amazed Britney, too; certainly, she was pleased ... I fell asleep vaguely wondering how Vera was dealing with her night with Major Howard... ------- Chapter 36 Vera: So I found myself heeling Major Howard like a dog, walking naked in the corridor, praying that none of the doors we passed would open and reveal my bloated body to strange eyes. I had no choice -- and I knew it -- but that didn't keep me from being jumpy. Major Howard noticed and said, "We're the only people in this part of the ship -- and tomorrow, ALL concubines will be nude. You can relax -- and get used to it." At the end of the corridor the door opened on an area with what I would call full gymnasium facilities -- exercise bikes and weights and treadmills and rowers and other machines. To the rear appeared to be a sauna and a massage table; to one side was an open shower room with several sprays. The Major lifted a large round cover revealing a large built-in sunken tile Jacuzzi like you normally find next to a pool. "Thank God for artificial gravity," he grunted. "Still, we don't have any pools -- it's just too much water to have flying around if something breaks down. The cover will supposedly take sloshing around under several Gs -- but the room is sealed, anyway, in case of system failure." He turned a switch and the water started moving and bubbling, then he went off to a bench and began removing his clothing. "You can help," he noted. I rushed over and got to work on his shoes. "I'm so glad I can dispense with this crap," he murmured. "Business suits are uncomfortable and generally useless, except for allowing one to blend in. Confederacy uniforms are a lot more comfortable..." I'd had sex with the man -- but I hadn't LOOKED at him; he'd stayed mostly clothed that memorable night at the bar. He was a hairy bear of a man who looked to be almost fifty -- which I found somewhat surprising, given the fact that everyone in the Confederacy seemed to regress their ages. He was balding -- and what hair he had was graying and cut extremely short. It wasn't smart, maybe, but I was curious... "Why haven't you backed off your age?" He grinned ruefully. "I'm the number two man for an entire colony -- I need to look like I've been around a day or two. Under the battered bodywork, everything is in tune to last another hundred thousand miles..." He cocked his head, "Is the good doctor going to regress you to your teen years?" I looked away, embarrassed. "It wouldn't help." "He saw something in you..." "I saw something in him, more like," I replied. "He was a jewel in the rough and no woman had ever paid any attention to him. Even a sow like me had the tools necessary to reel him in..." "Don't think much of yourself, do you?" the Major asked. "Let's get in the water." "Are you the only person on Earth who doesn't know?" I whined. "Ahhhh! So tell me," he replied, settling back. "We've nothing else to do for a few minutes." So I went through the whole sordid history again -- I was getting to be rehearsed about it. He grunted a few times during -- and even chuckled -- and when I wound down, he said, "That's colorful. Now I understand how I got shortchanged and why you're here." He hoisted himself out of the tub, settling on the tile edge. "So how talented ARE you?" THAT was pretty clear; I came across the pool and knelt on the tile, the water bubbling around me, and sucked in his cock. It wasn't as if I didn't remember it; I'd pretended not to know how to suck it only a couple of days before. It was a thick monster of surprising length with a foreskin that retracted fully only when he was fully erect. It had been easy to pretend I didn't know what to do with it before, but it would be more difficult to treat it right tonight. It was in my lifetime top ten, though, and that made it a challenge, now that I was 'Slut Vera' again ... I gave it my full attention and, yeah, I started to enjoy it; it took a little bit to get set up and slobbery, but it went down ... The Major grunted in approval and grabbed a double handful of my hair and I let him move me when he wanted to and tried to give him everything he was asking for. I got a shock when another voice erupted, "Which one is that? Oh..." He sounded disgusted, whoever he was -- which I didn't think surprising, if he was watching my blubber pumping up and down in the bubbles and my big fat jugs splayed across the Major's thighs as I held onto his ass so I could drive myself deep. The Major gasped, "Tillotson, you need to get past that Jack Sprat thing you have regarding the female form. Vera, here, is quite talented -- she's taking me without having had her throat modified to take Marine shanks -- and she's a lively fuck. I'm beginning to see Lieutenant Harper's position in this. Narrow teenyboppers with artificially inflated breasts are okay when you're looking for something athletic, but what about when you want to just hammer something? Skinny women are bony and can be a tough ride." "Well, she's not very aesthetic," Tillotson, whoever he was, mumbled. I didn't even try to see the guy -- I just kept sucking. It was bad enough that the Major had to talk to him... "Some of that is fixable without going overboard and turning her into a skeleton with skin stretched taut over it," the Major replied. "Nobody knows how this one looks better than she does -- in fact, she goes a little overboard; 'sow', I think, is one of the terms she used. I'll bet her low self-esteem makes her work harder for approval..." There was a pause while I took him, tip to root, several times, swallowing with his glans in my throat. "This is just excellent," he grunted. "You've no idea. You should have heard the tale she had to tell about her teenage years. She thinks of herself as a collection of fuck holes with no right to decent treatment..." "Isn't that what she is?" Tillotson grunted. "How many KNOW it?" The Major deliberately pumped my head up and down his cock several times -- and I relaxed and let it happen. In his own way, he was sticking up for my worthless fat butt; he could have whatever he wanted. He pulled me deep and I locked eyes with him, knowing what he planned -- and I stayed that way, looking up at him, until things started getting gray and fuzzy -- then he let go so I could back off and hack and choke and breathe. There was a splash behind me and Tillotson's voice said, "Well, THAT was impressive." "You'd be surprised." I was leaning back in for more abuse, but the Major put his hand on my shoulder. "Hop up and let her give you a suck." "All right." The Major gestured and I turned around and recognized Tillotson as Maureen's boss. Out of the frying pan and into the fire ... I moved across the pool and started playing with his lank cock. "I don't even know if I can get it up under these conditions..." He sure knew how to hurt a gal! "Close your eyes," I croaked. "I've another idea, too..." He was going to take some effort... "Lie back, please? Just ... trust me..." I hadn't done this in two decades, but I knew it worked on a lot of guys ... I put my hands on the backs of his thighs and racked them back, then leaned into the hairy crack of his ass and started licking his asshole. "What the... ?" I couldn't see Tillotson's face, but the Major chuckled. "Hey, no fingers! Aah!" "If you hold your knees, I can jack you..." I croaked. Tillotson took them and I began jacking him and playing with his balls while licking his crinkled asshole -- and he started firming up, fairly quickly! The Major chuckled. "See? The woman has no pride at all -- but she DOES have her skills..." His hand cupped my ass. "How's this?" "Clean," I croaked. "Master had me wash it out. He thought..." "Very thoughtful, he is," the Major rumbled. "Never in a million years..." Tillotson gasped. His cock was solid, now... "NOW, let her suck you," the Major directed. Tillotson lurched up, so I backed off and he settled on the edge of the bath again. He had a nice one, too, once it was erect ... I sucked it in and started bumping it against the opening in my throat to work up spit. The Major started playing with my asshole while murmuring, "The difference, here, Tillotson, is sort of like the difference between a sports car and a luxury sedan. The first moves impressively, but the suspension is tight and jarring and it isn't too comfortable. The latter offers a comfortable ride and ... options..." I went for depth right about then, taking Tillotson to the root and sticking my nose in his wiry pubes. Tillotson gasped and gave out a groan as I swallowed around him. The Major chuckled as Tillotson grabbed a double handful of my hair -- just as he had -- then discovered he really didn't need it. The Major was poking at my asshole with a stubby finger; I remembered what to do and pushed and the tip popped through and he chuckled at THAT, too. I was horrified, and I was elated; it had been over twenty years since I was 'Fat Vera, School Slut, ' official cum-dumpster to the football and basketball teams -- but everything was coming back, just like riding a bicycle. I set up a pattern on Tillotson's cock: Deep stroke, swallow, back off, short stroke, twirl my tongue over the tip, repeat ... by the time the Major had two fingers in my ass, Tillotson was hunching and grunting, his knees jumping. His cock pulsed, pouring thick globs of his jizz into my mouth, and I was weirdly happy, at peace with myself as I sucked it down and swallowed it. I loved cum -- it had been too long... Tillotson was enjoying my aftermath suck when the Major said, "Okay, let's do this..." I braced myself against the wall and wished for better lubrication than the foaming water -- but it didn't matter. His thick cock felt like a lamppost spreading my asshole open, but it would get easier ... I just grunted and pushed back. It hurt like Hell -- but I wanted it to, so it didn't matter. It took a couple of minutes to get past the penetration stage, and I figured I was bleeding -- but it got better... I didn't cum -- but the Major did, and that was the point, wasn't it? It was still an accomplishment, and I looked upon it that way as I felt his jizz splash into my abused colon. The world had changed in a few days; I had a master, not a husband, and poor Ollie had a three-hole gang-bang slut, not a wife. I hoped he was okay with that, because it was a done deal -- there was too much water under the bridge. Probably more important was the fact that it was okay with ME! If I wasn't good enough for Ollie any more, I could accept that -- I'd always known it, anyway -- but I wouldn't die, because there were others out there who could appreciate my skills. I would hurt -- terribly -- but I would survive... The Major waved me out of the hot tub -- but the water had leached my strength to the point that he had to help me out. Tillotson eyed me thoughtfully, but shook his head. "She's not much to look at..." "Have you seen the daughter?" the Major replied. "Not your protégé, and not the one Jack has settled on -- the third one. You might like that -- still young, and ... curvy. She's carrying, but it's well-packaged." I sat there on the edge of the pool, listening to them talk about Judith like I wasn't there -- and it was fine ... They talked about this and that for a couple of minutes, then the Major got up and ruffled my tangles. "Come on, let's sweat a bit," he said, pointing at the dry sauna. "Coming, Tillotson? You should really examine her other fine qualities..." "How did you end up with her, anyway?" Tillotson asked, following. "The doctor seemed to feel that she'd impugned his honor when she pretended she didn't know what she was doing the other night. Oh, that's right -- you weren't there. It seems that Vera, here, had managed to hide her checkered past from her husband for quite a long time -- but I accidentally penetrated her disguise. It was me, wasn't it?" The Major asked. "Yes, it was you -- atop some other things," I agreed. "It was ... too much ... too good. He kept telling me he wanted me to let go..." "So she went on a rampage and sucked me and two other gentlemen dry..." the Major chuckled. We settled in on the seat, on towels, because the wood was hot. I don't do saunas, but I enjoyed it; the energy sapped out of me by the whirlpool tub left me with this lassitude, and the sauna left me feeling similar -- like a lizard, sunning herself on a hot rock. We didn't pretend to cover up; we just sat there, in a row, with me in the middle. After a few minutes, the Major climbed up to the second tier and said, "Give us a suck, Vera." I got up on my knees and took him in, my jugs sometimes touching the hot boards when I took him deep -- never quite long enough to burn. I slurped and drooled and gobbled -- I'd get his load this time... He didn't warn me -- but he didn't hold my head, either. It was a good load, for being his second -- still thick and clumpy. Part of me was amazed at myself, but I sat there grinning, sucking it through my teeth and playing with it. The Major laughed. "Try the other end, Tillotson," he cajoled. The guy got up and circled behind me. "I don't know -- it doesn't look that appetizing..." "It's the feel of it that's important, Tillotson. I've been in it -- you'll be surprised," The Major insisted, then looked sly, "Want her to suck your ass again?" "No, I've got something going here," Tillotson replied, clearly embarrassed. He did, too -- the blunt tip of it touched my pussy lips and they popped open inviting in into the wet groove between them that led to my cock-pit. I grinned up at the Major and husked, "Yeah, come on..." at Tillotson as he seated his cock at my hole and pressed. It was all good; I was Vera the Party Girl, Cum Dumpster to the Masses and it was my time to party! He slid home slowly, pressing my inner walls, and said, "Uh!" as he hit bottom; I clenched on him as he withdrew and he groaned. The Major grinned and sat up a bit and put my forearms on his thighs and I clutched his love handles and stuck my nose next to his cock and grunted, "Now fuck me!" Tillotson started slow, but slowly sped up. I started snapping my hips when it got really good, and the Major leaned to one side and collected a swinging jug and knew just how much pressure on my nipple hurt good and I started to lose it and howled, "Go! Go!" as my eyes got hazy and the stars came out and I slammed back into Tillotson and the Major's big hand clapped me on the ass and I tightened up and screamed, exploding... And Tillotson puffed and rocked behind me and muttered, "Damn!" -- and I pushed my ass back at him and smiled over my shoulder and said, "More, please!" I got off twice more before Tillotson unloaded a big, juicy cum in my cock-pit, then flopped forward on the Major's lap and husked, "Thank you." Tillotson sat back down next to me, puffing, and rubbing my big ass and said, "I'll be damned" -- not once, but three times... The Major laughed and dumped me off his lap and got up. "Come on, shower time!" I dragged myself down and spent a luxurious time under the hot spray, playing with his hairy body and being played with. Then I heeled him to his quarters and we went to bed... And he went for thirds and got them, and I got mine three or four times and he spent half the night draped across me, snoring, his nose in my shoulder and his hips between my legs -- and it was just fine. I wasn't in love or anything -- but I'd come home... Dave Chambers: Major Howard had made it clear on Friday night that my group -- the Brinkman Foundation, et al -- would be left to its own devices on Saturday due to the big pickup at the Seifort Academy -- but we had a liaison assigned and full access to the AIs and a sheaf of general planning documents. My group had nearly tripled in size with the recovery of the dependents, but the distribution was less than uniform. I had none, for instance -- Well, I had Peg and her little boy, now, but that was a net of one; she hadn't identified anyone else -- probably deliberately, in order not to ruin her chances with me by saddling us both with a horde of her relatives. The research assistants, being young and just beginning careers, tended to have either no one or a significant other, but no offspring. The support staff, on the other hand, tended to be encumbered, single or not. Bernie Rawlins, my IT Department head, for instance, managed to collect his wife, his three children, his wife's sister and one of the children's friends -- a young female of the concubine persuasion. That was six, three of whom were concubines. Of course, Bernie was eligible for four BEFORE the increase that the government of Nuevo Angelino had so generously provided... Major Howard had provided THAT surprise. "We more or less expect you to attempt to keep things in the family, so to speak, with your group -- but when we take on the product of the primary extraction, we'll have a flood of additional eligibles. What we'll be looking for, in particular, is couples placement, since we expect a lot of couples with children; that being the case, we're authorizing up to twice the standard allotment of concubines -- PARTICULARLY if your people will agree to take on intact couples. That means another male in the house, but he'll be good or he'll be gone -- and you'll find that even with augmentation, when the feminine headcount gets to be above a certain level, the demands can be onerous." "What are the rules for these couples?" I asked. "Anything you like," Major Howard replied. "You can shelter them and let them live in their own little world, or you can insist that they never sleep together again. One thing we'll make painfully clear at their indoctrination is that their marriage is at an end and that placing them together is more for the benefit of the children than anything else. A concubine under your roof -- male or female -- does what you say -- period. Obviously, the couple will be emotionally attached to one another -- but the female is YOUR property, not the male's, and in most cases you will be getting children on her. If the male can't live with that, you can remand him to the Support Directorate and limit his access to his former spouse and offspring in any manner you desire." He sighed. "All that said, we would prefer not to have a lot of disaffected young fathers running around potentially causing trouble; we would ask that you screen carefully and try your best to integrate them as fully into the household as possible. It's a bitter pill they have to swallow, here." I nodded. "Major, what ARE your thoughts on feminine headcount?" "Get some mothers -- they'll be distracted by child care. Variety is the spice of life, but if three or four decide they really need attention at the same time, it can become ... fatiguing ... and leave you disinterested in the idea of going home at the end of the day. I'll be honest -- I haven't done well in this regard; duty comes first and any distraction tends to be unwelcome. As I've indicated, if you rate a large complement of concubines, a carefully selected male or two can be a blessing. Should you need to deploy to a remote site where you cannot take more than a single concubine, for instance, he can keep the other women from killing one another -- although they may kill him, one way or another..." The Major's grin was evil. In any case, the assistants tended to have families -- and they tended to be concubine-heavy. Some relatives posing as babysitters had made the alert roster, too, along with a couple of REAL babysitters... Keeping it in the family was going to be tough enough; nine of the twenty-nine of us were sponsors, but as I've already indicated, the concubines tended to drag in enough hangers-on to shift the curve back toward the norms. Only by doubling up could we assist with the Major's placement problem... When I went over this with the sponsor group and department heads on Saturday morning, some obvious problems surfaced. "What in the Hell are we going to do with Harriet Flanders?" Lieberman whined. He had a point; Harriet was approaching sixty, and despite her attempts to convince several of us that she was still toothsome, we all knew better. "Any chance she is even close to being fertile?" our liaison, Chief Potter, asked. I gathered that Chief was a Chief Petty Officer; technically, he probably had Gunnery or Platoon Sergeant for a rank, but the old Naval titles still stuck. "Doubtful," Lieberman snorted. "She's up there in age..." "We'll regress her a few years and see if she isn't TOTALLY menopausal," Chief said. "Has she had any kids?" "I doubt it," I sighed. "I think she lived with her mother." "So she may not even like men, huh?" Chief chuckled. "THAT could be tough." "She's a fine organizer," I sighed, "Somewhat anal. But..." Chief shrugged. "Big households sometimes need a strawboss. If she isn't distracted by other concerns, that might be a good thing. Ship her to Medical, make an edit here and there on the physical piece, and who knows? If her ovaries still work, bringing them fully online will stimulate her libido." Several of us rolled our eyes. "Whatever." I had the department heads start cycling people through Medical Friday evening; my guidance was no major changes until real medical issues had been handled and a formal selection was made -- but for Harriet, perhaps an exception was warranted. "AI, has Harriet reported to Medical?" "Not yet, Doctor. She is scheduled for two hours hence." "When she comes in, fix her arthritis and those godawful knees of hers and see if she is salvageable from a fertility standpoint. Roll her back to thirty-five or so and fix anything obvious," I directed. "Do you have any specific requirements?" A nude hologram of Harriet appeared over the conference table; several of us almost lost our breakfast and EVERYBODY found something else to look at! I turned my head and closed one eye, grimacing, eyeing the apparition sidelong. "Tighten her up and remove any obvious rolls of fat, I guess," I croaked. "The finished product may take several hours to create," the AI noted. "No kidding!" I retorted sarcastically. "Shut that off, please!" It did, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief -- even June Mortenson. Doctor Mortenson was the Physics Department lead, and was matronly -- but not a matron, to my knowledge, in the sense of being a mother and wife. "What about male staff?" she asked. There were a few. Cletus White, the janitor, young Antonio Vargas, Bernie's assistant in IT, and Big Mike Ferguson, who ran the Facilities group. Mike was sitting there, as a department head. "Some of us are gonna be hard to retread..." he muttered. "Sorry Mike, but..." June shrugged. "Yah. It's an issue." Mike was big in more ways than one; he understood what was going on and was apparently prepared to live with it. "As I related, Major Howard feels that as the female concubine count goes up, male assistance can be ... welcome..." I murmured. "I plan to make an offer to young Antonio later today..." "He won't be..." I swept the table with a glare and whoever was offering his opinion shut up before I had to do more in the way of an acknowledgement. Antonio was, well, more or less out of the closet; he was too pretty, with his handsome Latin good looks, lightweight twink musculature, those big eyes with the long eyelashes. His relationships with women tended to be the type where hens get together and gossip, despite the fact that had he been making any effort, he probably could have gotten into the panties of any woman in the Foundation. No, everyone knew -- except poor Bernie, who had hired Antonio solely based upon his skills and his resume; characteristically, Bernie wasn't the kind of people person to discover someone's sexual orientation -- his focus was elsewhere. But Antonio's discretion had been thoroughly tested, too -- by me -- and the evidence of it was right there at the table; someone thought it necessary to advise me of Antonio's sexual orientation. I knew all about Antonio's proclivities, firsthand; Antonio thoroughly enjoyed being topped and was virtually insatiable... In any case, we had Mike, and we had Cletus, who was over sixty and black, as immediate issues. I wondered distantly if a rejuvenated Cletus might enjoy Antonio's bubble butt; shaking my head to clear it I moved on to more immediate issues. "What about dependents? Are there any clear issues there? Very soon, we will be moving to the standards set for shipboard indoctrination -- is everyone clear on those?" Farris Lieberman raised his hand. "Not entirely..." "Simply put," I explained, "Sponsors will receive implants at Medical for interfacing with AIs and other sponsors. Concubines don't get this -- they'll be issued collars -- and implanted tracking devices. The collars allow communication and access control and provide other functions..." I wasn't going in-depth on THAT at THIS table... "On a smaller ship, control of concubines generally doesn't require this, but the Valhalla is HUGE and we can't be spending all day hunting for some concubine who took a wrong turn in a corridor. There will be clothing issue for sponsors -- a standard grey jumpsuit or coverall; concubines get nothing -- because starting at noon tomorrow, they WEAR nothing -- except the collar, of course..." Everyone carefully looked away from Big Mike, who negated the whole thing by muttering, "Won't THAT be a pretty picture..." Doctor Rhonda Patterson, the one principal researcher who didn't QUITE make the sponsorship cut, muttered, "Come on over to my place, Mike -- we can hide out together." Rhonda was a linguist; thus far, the Sa'arm hadn't given her much to work with. She was a little plain in the face, but there really wasn't a whole lot wrong below the neck, I imagined -- not that it was ever on display. Tomorrow would be ... very revealing... "Maybe I can get a dispensation for department heads," I muttered. In Rhonda's case, I wasn't certain I wanted to try... Mike actually chuckled. "We just got an example of what can happen with Harriet ... I can handle it -- I won't be looking at me..." "It is felt that the whole embarrassment and humiliation thing helps put concubines in the proper frame of mind," I apologized. "It also gets them -- and us -- used to nudity. I'm not sure what the dress code is on the colony yet, but if we can all get past the immediate reaction to it, it will probably clear our minds for other things." I sat back. "Tomorrow, after the change, the main group will start recording what I guess we can refer to as personal ads. You'll be able to search through them for concubines to fill your quota. Selecting couples is to be emphasized, but you do what you're comfortable with. I'm thinking that you probably won't want to accept the first application out of several hundred -- and after you've seen a few thousand naked people you'll probably manage to deal with it in an intelligent manner." I flicked a glance at Bernie. "How many of you are going to have to make decisions regarding what the cat dragged in?" Three or four hands went up. "We have people in-house that I would like to have us take care of -- but I can't ask you to do anything out of obligation that will fail to work in the long run. Work with your conscience. We're aware of some OBVIOUS problems; where we can't handle them, there are other sponsors out there..." "Where is Dr. Hopkins?" Lieberman asked. "Busy elsewhere, I presume," I replied. "He'll be joining us, but he's also directly under the wing of one of the Confederacy extraction team. Dr. Hopkins is literally why we're here -- or one of his daughters is, at the very least. I'm aware that he has taken on Miss Shelton -- and of course, he has -- had -- a wife..." I paused, thinking. "One of his daughters is a sponsor, I think -- so he might have one other to either vend or keep..." "Ah ... yes..." Lieberman just couldn't keep his mouth shut, it seemed... "I read some disturbing information regarding..." "Incest?" I interrupted. "Yes." "Let me clarify," I resumed. "Incest is not an issue as far as Confederacy policy is concerned. If you have a family member who is a concubine and who you feel is best protected by staying with you, that's not a problem -- but you will both be expected to fulfill your obligations, sooner or later." Leland Philpott turned white. "My daughter Sharon..." "Has the options of looking for another sponsor or bearing your children," I finished for him. "I've seen the data; the danger of recessive genes being reinforced is considered small -- and Confederacy medicine is more than up to the job of fixing anything that DOES leak through. The short answer is that we're not in Kansas any more and it DOES happen and it IS a viable option. You must decide if it is palatable." I looked around. "Anything else?" No one said anything. "We're adjourned. Please make your appointments with Medical and get your augmentation packages." ------- Chapter 37 Jack: Sunday morning -- early -- and I was up and around, yawning. Beth teased coffee out of the replicator; the kids were still in bed. Keisha got up with me, too; Frieda, being in the other room, was asleep with Tara when I started banging around. The morning would be taken up with two very different briefings -- one for sponsors, and one for concubines -- then at noon, all Hell would likely break loose... the AI reported. 'Thanks, ' I replied. "Beth, there is some stuff in the replicators..." Beth fished them out and grimaced. "I thought we were past this..." "You're not," I told her. "The collars have communicators in them -- and tracking devices, among other things. They also act as ID, granting you access to various places, and they will provide verbal directions here and there, like a GPS." I turned to Keisha. "Get Frieda and Tara up. The uniform of the day is skin -- and these. And it's likely to be the same for the forseeable future." "And the kids?" Keisha asked. "Kids go clothed. Abe might get a Dick Tracy wristwatch," I replied. I eyed Beth, who had thrown on a chemise; after a moment, she got the hint. "You won't be the only ones, and you won't be the most embarrassed -- by noon every concubine will be nude," I assured them. "Get the other two." After a couple of minutes, my other two women came padding in. "New collars," I announced, reading nameplates and handing them out. "What -- no spikes?" Frieda objected. "I'll have to discuss the modification with the AI," I chuckled. "Again, for everyone's benefit, by noon, every concubine will be dressed as you are -- or will be, once you get those on. The collars have comm links and act as GPSes and help us track you so you don't get lost. They also act as access cards, granting you access to places you are authorized to visit. They are NOT interchangeable -- yours knows you and will not work for anyone else -- in fact, it will get nasty with you if you try to use someone else's. Wear it all the time -- if you're not in bed or a shower or whatever, it should be on you. It's waterproof, so if you're in a public pool or whatever, it stays on. We'll be doing some simple sorting out of people today -- anyone with clothes is a sponsor -- or a crewman, which comes down to the same thing -- and everyone who is naked is a concubine. The vast majority of concubines will be unowned for the next few days. It's bad manners to fondle someone else's property without permission, but it could happen -- tolerate it if you can, but report it; someone will be along to thump the perp on the head. Don't take any shit from male concubines -- no means no and if they are slow learners they'll get an opportunity to study breathing in vacuum. Oh, the third group of people are kids. Kids stay dressed outside these rooms -- although they may go naked inside. Shawna and Elise are too young, but Abe will be issued a wristband with the same properties the collars have." I looked around. "Questions?" "I REALLY liked the spikes..." Frieda muttered. "You're incorrigible," I grinned. "AI, kick my standard breakfast out of the replicator." I turned back to my women. "There will be a briefing this morning -- the AI will alert you. You know most, if not all, of it -- but I want you to sit through it anyway. You can take the kids to the Mess to eat and mingle a little; I want you on your best behavior..." I eyed Frieda, "and acting as an example for others. The AI will call you to go to Medical -- and will provide directions. We're just looking at health and welfare at this point. Later, I'll have Frieda's horns and tail put on..." That got a giggle. Frieda stuck her tongue out. "You won't give me a tail," she insisted, "because you know I'd use it to play with myself..." I laughed. "Duly noted!" The replicator dinged and Keisha went to get my scrambled eggs and bacon and raisin toast and put it in front of me. I covered her hand, keeping her from retracting it. "I lied again, didn't I? I'm sorry -- this is just ... really big. I might be able to do something tonight, and I might not. I know you have concerns; believe me, I'm not putting it off through any reluctance." I released her hand and cupped one of her fat titties. "The workload right now is just a bear..." Keisha nodded. "I just wish I could do somethin'..." "Come with me, then," I said. "Tara and Beth can keep an eye on the kids and Frieda..." I grinned at Frieda maliciously, and she pretended -- transparently -- to get huffy. "Like this?" Keisha gasped. "Like that. You'll be my example. You just stick that chest of yours out and sway those hips and smile," I insisted. "Well..." "Too late -- it's an order," I declared, and went back to eating. I waved her around beside me and caressed her here and there and played with her ass while she got used to the idea -- and had her get herself a quick bite, since she wouldn't be going with the others. Fifteen minutes later, we were out and headed down the corridor -- or maybe companionway -- whatever. I called Oliver and got him and his family moving while I walked, giving him the nickel briefing and finishing with, "You may want to check in with your Brinkman colleagues. Get the AI to lead you. Try to get in your visits to Medical this morning..." The more he interfaced with that group, the less I would have to babysit ... The AI issued him a headset and his women collars while I was online with him; the headset would handle his issues until he got his implants later that morning. There was so much to do and so little time... The headset reminded me of Maureen, so I called her. "I'm at Medical," she related. "I'm just going into the tube ... Tony is done; the medics took his clothes. Decurion Tillotson made arrangements for me this morning." One less worry... When I got to Colonist Operations, Major Howard was there -- with Vera. He put a collar on her and said, "Off you go -- the collar will lead you to your master. And thank you for your attentions..." "Yes, thank you," Mark echoed, apparently embarrassed. I have to admit, I had no idea what was up ... Vera actually dimpled, and waved at me as she padded out of the room. "Do I ask?" I said diffidently. "Ah! Something the omniscient Lieutenant Harper is not aware of!" the Major replied genially. "Oliver seemed to feel that Vera had short-sheeted me in the oral sex department the other night -- and treated it as a matter of honor. He gave me her use last night -- and she was superlative, wasn't she, Decurion?" "Yes, very nice..." I don't think I'd ever seen Mark so embarrassed! "You... ?" I couldn't even picture it! "Yes. She's ... Well, she's a slut, actually -- and that's a compliment!" Mark suddenly found somewhere else to be. I was nonplussed! The Major, fine -- that made sense. But Mark? "I pressed a bit," the Major said quietly, "Told him he should really make comparisons before dismissing something. Vera is ... seriously accomplished. Her oral skills are impressive and she's a fine fuck -- but it's attitude, too ... Once she gets going..." "She seemed pretty happy..." I noted. "She's been pretty diffident since the big revelation Thursday evening. Is she going to be okay?" "She'll be fine -- but the Doctor may have to adjust his lifestyle," the Major opined. "One man doesn't do it for her. She took Tillotson twice -- and me three times ... Granted, one time apiece was oral, and I took her anally -- but that just goes to show, doesn't it?" "She didn't appear to be ashamed or anything..." "No." The Major shook his head. "I think she's settled in with the whole thing. But I'm not certain that's the best thing for Oliver..." I sighed. "Sometimes, you should be careful what you ask for. I was trying to help -- keep her from making a fatal mistake -- but I may have created a monster." "Let's wait and see." Overnight, we had one attempted suicide, one attempted murder and two assaults. That probably wasn't bad, for a small town's worth of people -- but they needed to get used to the fact that they weren't going to be getting away with anything stupid. The attempted suicide was in Medical, being treated for her self-inflicted injuries and depression -- and the other three were in a holding cell, having recovered from having been stung. The victim of the attempted murder was up and about. One of the assaults was apparently a husband irritated that his wife had made decisions for him; the other was a stepdad trying to get control of his stepson -- who just happened to be a sponsor... It was 7 a.m. local; ship's time was synchronized, for now. "Wake 'em up..." In approximately 500 sets of quarters, the AIs announced, "Sponsors and concubines, please report to the common room. Leave children in the sleeping areas." This got louder and louder until adults got a move on, then dropped off; we wanted as many children to sleep unmolested as we could get. In each set of quarters, the AI monitored things until we had all adults in the common rooms, then they -- and if necessary, a human crewman -- made sure everybody sent the young folk back to the bedrooms. When we had something like ninety six percent compliance, I took over. "People, I asked you last night to put it away and just get some sleep -- but some people just don't get it." On common room screens, we flashed up the holding cell. "The gent on the left tried to kill a fellow concubine; apparently, he thought he could just move in on the poor fellow's ex spouse..." We displayed video of the whole thing, from the moment the argument started to the point that the semi-automated stinger took him out. We had AIs watching EVERYTHING -- and passing incidents to human watch standers. The AIs could target, but they couldn't fire -- but all the guy on watch had to do was poke the button. "The fellow in the center was irritated that his one-time spouse made the decision to emigrate for him; instead of staying on Earth, he came along -- then decided to give her an attitude adjustment." We had video on this, too -- he got in one good lick before an automated stinger scrambled his nervous system. "The guy on the right REALLY screwed up! You see, his stepson is a sponsor -- and he tried to make the point with him -- physically -- that concubine or not, he was still in charge..." Again, we had beautiful video... "There are just too many of you for us to have to play games with, day in and day out. We have excellent recorded evidence of these incidents -- I can't emphasize enough that you are monitored constantly by AIs. Justice is swift..." An alarm claxon began sounding in the holding cell; the three perps looked up -- and the wall behind them suddenly opened to space ... Holding cells were deliberately along the periphery of the ship, for just this reason -- and we only needed a few ... Once again, we didn't leave the mess floating in vacuum, but the screamers in the audience didn't know that... I waited for things to settle down and said sadly, "There will be briefings on conduct today; many things will be explained and described. Please pay attention -- your life may depend upon it! Everyone will be going to medical today for examinations and minor treatment. Sponsors will be fitted with implant connections to the communications network. Concubines will be provided a collar that will provide these services. These collars are multi-function -- they grant you access to your living quarters and tell you how to find things like the Mess, among other things. Each is keyed to the individual wearing it -- and will not only fail to function, but will provide nasty surprises to someone trying to wear it who isn't its owner, so you should avoid thinking about borrowing someone else's. Children of age five and up will get a wristband with similar functions; children below that age are more likely to just be irritated by the thing, so they are expected to be controlled directly by parents. "Uniforms. At Medical, whatever you're wearing will be confiscated until we arrive at the colony. Sponsors will be issued jumpsuits or coveralls. Concubines -- pay attention, everyone -- concubines get nothing! Uniform of the day for concubines is nudity." THAT caused comment... "Yeah, yeah -- you know, most of you knew this already -- what's the beef? EVERY concubine will be nude -- so nobody is singling anyone out, here." I waved at the NCOIC and a camera was aimed at Keisha and I. "This is one of MY concubines -- note how she's dressed ... Give 'em a spin so they get the whole effect, Hon." Keisha did so, her usual milk chocolate complexion overlaid with pink. "She's a little embarrassed, too, obviously. 'I can't do that because I'm homely or fat or covered with spots' doesn't cut it -- you have to deal with it. DON'T get caught impersonating a sponsor -- a concubine in a coverall is a walking corpse, and you'd be REAL surprised to find out how quickly we can pass sentence! Wear skin and get used to it! Kids wear clothing -- what they have, or if it is soiled, more can be obtained from the AIs." "You'll be going to breakfast by quarters number; the group with you in the common room -- and the associated kids -- is your group. Stay with them. When you get called to Medical, the AIs will keep track of you individually and lead you down the halls by voice until you can get your implants or your collars -- don't get lost! We're going to want to know why you felt like you had to slow things up or can't follow instructions..." I threatened. After a moment, I added, "I'm not going to kid you -- the adjustment you're going to have to make over the next few days is going to be unpleasant. But it's NOT always going to be like this -- in a few weeks, you'll most likely remember it as a growth experience, like basic training -- something tough and painful, but ultimately rewarding. If it all gets to be too much, let an AI know and we'll get you something to reduce the stress some." I gestured to close things off, then had a thought. "Remember when I told you all to pass on sex last night, if possible? Well, a bunch of you didn't -- and that isn't a problem -- it's a comfort thing, sometimes. But there were a few cases where we observed something that looked a lot like non-consensual sex. That would be rape, for those of you who would rather have short, blunt words. Now, I used to have a girlfriend whose favorite word in the transports of orgasm was 'No!' so I'm prepared to be sympathetic -- but the AIs say we had three too many last night for them all to have my old girlfriend's affliction -- something about probability and coincidence. Ladies, it is NOT too late to prefer charges! In Medical, it'll be you and the kids and a medic and the AI -- and we know who we saw and what we saw and if what you tell us matches our impression, SOMEONE is in trouble!" Enough was enough, I figured. "Okay, that's all. We'll try to keep gore off the video screens for the rest of the day. You have a long day in front of you -- let's get fed and looked at in Medical and our briefings under our belts. You can ask a question of the AI any time, once you're hooked up -- use that service to stay out of trouble! That is all..." I turned to the watch officer. "Have everybody keep an eye out for people who are too dumb to live -- especially at mess. It seems like there is always SOMEONE..." The watch office nodded and passed the instructions to the operators. The AIs knew what was up already -- in general, at least. This wasn't quite the same as a normal pod-ship pickup, but things were similar. They had incident data... 'AI, where is the rest of my family?' I asked. it replied. I turned to Keisha, "Okay, Hon, I'm taking you to breakfast." I just flicked a glance at the watch officer; he knew enough to call me if something got out of hand. Major Howard and Mark followed, apparently deciding to tag along... Oliver: Britney and Judith and I were up early, due to Jack's call; I was already awake, anyway -- I confess to being mildly worried about Vera, not that I felt that the Major meant her any harm. The night before, it had been THE thing to do -- but Vera was still mine ... I was uneasy. I was even more uneasy when Vera came in; she seemed a lot less agitated than I expected her to be. In fact, she seemed ... serene, happy. She greeted me and came into my arms and I asked carefully, "How was your night?" "Fine, Master. I think I accomplished everything you wanted me to," was the reply I got. Judith was also a bit off-balance at Vera's attitude -- and Britney was concerned largely because we were, I think. We were all present for Jack's little morning production, and I'll be the first to admit that it was harrowing -- but I understood the purpose behind it. They had a HUGE number of people they were trying to control, and a picture really IS worth a thousand words ... After the video, the AI indicated that it would be wise if we ate, and that there would be a mixed group including my Brinkman Foundation colleagues in Passenger Mess Seventy Three, so we set out for there. My concubines -- and Judith -- were nude, which might have been jumping the gun, but Jack's concubines were all nude, too, as it turned out when we discovered them in the corridor. "Jack wants us to set an example," was Beth's explanation. I almost asked after the heavy black girl, Keisha -- then I remembered that she was with Jack. Tara apparently knew quite a bit about how to obtain food from the automated replicators; we were almost done when I noticed Dave and the Brinkman group filtering into the room. Divining that Jack would want it, I had my entourage settle in at a highly visible table near the replicators. Dave came over and shook my hand, muttering, "That was an ugly little show this morning, wasn't it?" "Indeed," I agreed, "but they have several thousand people to control; they need to know that they ARE under control and that foolishness won't be tolerated. We've both read the reports -- someone usually gets used as an object lesson after a pickup." Dave nodded. "You're well, I see..." His eyes slid over Britney and Judith and Vera -- pausing on Vera -- before moving on to Jack's entourage. "Getting ahead of the game?" "Trying," I replied, nodding. "Jack's women, in particular, are setting an example. Mine are no better than his, and they've been through the same mill, so I see no reason why they should be coddled. Besides, I tend to enjoy the view." Dave chuckled, nodding. Beth and Tara got up to demonstrate the replicators; after a moment, Vera caught my eye, received a nod, and followed. A second flick sent Britney after her. Judith sat for a moment, realized that I wasn't going to pretend to control her, and followed; Frieda, on the other hand, stayed to deal with the children. Jack arrived about then; Keisha flowed by and settled next to young Abe, relieving Frieda of some of her workload. Major Howard and Decurion Tillotson were along, trailing Jack. "Ah, the elusive Lieutenant Harper," Dave announced himself. "I keep either hearing from you or hearing about you. I'm Doctor Chambers." "Good morning," Jack replied, taking Dave's extended hand. "I hope I didn't spoil breakfast for you." "Well..." Dave looked diffident. "Believe me, that little exercise will result in an easier time for all of us," Jack assured him, "But don't kid yourself -- I hated doing it, too." I turned my attention to the Major. "I'm told that all went well." "Vera understates the case," the Major replied. "She was exquisite -- a true hetaera." I blinked in surprise. "Indeed?" The Major nodded. "I sampled, well, everything, actually, and Tillotson, here enjoyed her expertise in deep throat and a more standard doggy-style ride. I think she actually has him looking on meatier morsels with a bit more favor..." "Well..." I was flabbergasted, frankly. Judith eyed her mother as if she'd grown a second head! Vera merely smiled gently. "She was the soul of cooperation and was helpful and enjoyable and displayed a wonderful attitude, even during anal sex," the Major added. "I see..." I cannot believe that my expression was impenetrable, despite my best efforts. "I'm pleased to hear it." "It's so unusual to find a woman who actually enjoys sex in quantity, rather than just enduring it. I'm going to have to raise my standards," the Major mused. I eyed my concubine and one-time spouse; her return glance was a bit diffident, but also a bit defiant. Clearly, she was saying, "I told you so..." Dave cleared his throat, embarrassed. "Apparently, you've turned her around quite effectively, Oliver." All I could do was agree... We moved on to other subjects, and on to the meal; Dave brought Peg and her little boy and Antonio Vargas over to sit with us. They were still clothed -- and somewhat embarrassed about it, I think, given the state of the other concubines present; well, it would all shake out ... When we'd eaten, Jack announced that he was taking his concubines to Medical -- but that I should perhaps join my colleagues; I have to admit that I felt somewhat as though I'd been dismissed. On the other hand, my colleagues were all happy to see me and lauded my accidental efforts to see to their rescue, inflating my importance to the process beyond all proportion. Then we went off to Round One of the day's briefings -- separately -- sponsors were segregated from concubines and got what was apparently a totally different brief. We got clarity on some of the psychological aspects of the situation, answers to genetics questions, and case studies in what a concubine could and could not be allowed to do -- and why. Serious discussion on the subject of male concubines highlighted the fact that the kind of denial that COULD be employed was going to be extremely hard on them -- we were urged to be selective and no more controlling than was absolutely required. About ten a.m., I got the call and brought my entourage -- including Judith -- to Medical. The room was huge -- there must have been one hundred of those med tubes we were told about in the morning briefings and this was Medical Center Seventy-Three! The Valhalla was indeed huge! Britney and Judith were packed away quickly, followed by Vera; the medic -- a female -- approached me and asked me my preferences and I -- who had only recently been so proud of my performance -- shamefacedly asked about augmentation. The medic didn't blink. "Since you're Navy, well look at firming you a bit and sloughing off about fifteen years worth of wear and tear, rather than doing the Marine Incredible Hulk thing. Are you planning on altering your concubines radically?" "I ... really hadn't intended to..." I stammered. "Judith is your daughter -- and not assigned -- so we wouldn't be doing anything to her, anyway, except general health maintenance. You have options with Britney and Vera," I was told. "How is this relevant to me?" I asked. "If you plan to alter their throats or their vaginas or their rectums, we'll want to go for an optimum fit..." "I hadn't planned on any of that..." "Okay..." The medic pulled some data from Britney's and Vera's med tubes. "Wow! No gag reflex at all..." she mused, examining Vera's data. "Okay, if we size Britney up just a touch to match Vera for depth, we can add a touch of girth and maybe a centimeter in length and still have you able to pound away and maybe, periodically, just touch the cervix ... Actually, your penis is already quite impressive for an unaugmented individual..." She smiled at me and I wondered if she told everyone that. "I'm somewhat concerned about longevity and my ability to repeat," I muttered. "Well, you're above the curve for two concubines..." "I may be going to three or four," I noted, "and Vera has shown recent signs of an increase in requirements." The medic shuffled through her data. "Britney is highly sexed, it seems, but you are well within range..." Then she frowned. After a moment, she went to Vera's tube and apparently took another download -- and frowned again. "We'll ... double you up," she said hesitantly, then added, "Doctor, Vera's current readings are a poor match to her CAP test data. May we test her again?" "Yes," I agreed. "She's been traumatized, poor thing. The last week or so has been tough going -- and maybe a lengthy period before that." I didn't know what the knowledge of an even lower CAP would do to poor Vera's psyche, but if it would assist in her treatment, I was all for it. The medic nodded. "We'll go for an orgasm, sustained, every two hours -- that's three in the first hour, under load, and another in ninety minutes -- and the ability to sustain for an hour at a time, as necessary. That's impressive, but I see your point..." She gazed at the figures again. "That should do," I agreed. "Anything more than that and I'll undoubtedly need help." "Okay, then. Minor vaginal depth tuning for Britney. Anal? Oral?" "What can she support?" I asked. "She'll be fine with very little rectal work -- but her throat is a bit narrow." "Will it change her voice?" I asked. "Not noticeably." "Fine. I want her comfortable. What about Vera?" "No issues in those areas," the medic replied. "But I'm sure you would want her tuned up a bit." She punched up a hologram. "Age regression to match yours, I imagine, and, let's see ... remove the stretch marks on the upper slopes of the breasts and firm the skin up ... Do you want them reduced?" I remembered a younger Vera. "Not particularly, without her input." I felt some guilt over what she'd been put through; doing things to her, rather than for her, didn't seem right... "If they were raised back up a bit and made more conical..." "More like Judith's?" "More, ummm, like the front of a bomb..." Vera had come closer to fat, round cones than Judith's rounder, more grapefruit shaped orbs -- not that they ever DIDN'T sag... "Like this?" Just jacking them up a bit helped tremendously, I noted. "Yes. We don't want to go too far -- I don't want to lose the essential Vera..." That was the phrase Jack had used, yesterday, with Maureen, I remembered -- 'The essential Beth.' "We'll give her just a touch more pectoral and some support over the ribcage -- nothing gauche -- some support. Should they continue to point away from each other like that?" "When you pack them in a bra, do you get cleavage?" I asked. "Yes." The medic smiled at me. "Leave them -- they're not gun turrets." "Fine. I'm thinking that this roll here could use removal?" The medic pointed out the shield of fat that sagged a bit from Vera's belly over her pudenda. "Yes," I nodded. "Smooth it out like Judith's, but leave a bit more. If she doesn't like it, we can come back. Once again, it's the..." " ... Essential Vera," the medic finished for me, smiling. Rotating the hologram, she said, "These saddlebags on her hips?" "Judith doesn't have those -- and she didn't, before Judith. Again, start with Judith, but make it more robust. The posterior should be less square -- it USED to be more rounded..." We did a little thigh work, then backtracked to her face. I was extremely picky there -- it had to BE Vera. We removed a little thickening and the hint of a double chin and I pronounced the alterations complete, "unless she wants more." "Fine. Doctor, I would like to retest you, too, while you're under -- the AI has posted some notes..." "As long as I don't end up wearing a collar!" I retorted. "No, no, the AI seemed to think there will be a significant increase -- and it's never wrong, in my experience..." "Very well." I was a bit nervous, but everything should be fine ... I slid out of my clothing and climbed into the tube. "This shouldn't take long at all!" the medic said cheerily. "Just a moment, while I prep things..." I got a prick in the arm -- the anti-claustrophobia injection -- and the cover slid closed... ... and then I began to dream... ------- Chapter 38 Vera: Poor Ollie! He knew I was different when I walked through the door that morning! Uneasiness and guilt were written all over his face -- and guilt was similarly there in Britney's -- but I wasn't upset that they enjoyed one another while I was gone -- look how much I'd enjoyed myself! I had to wonder how jealous Ollie would be... The revelation had come in the middle of the night, while the Major was draped atop me, snoring softly. He was a simple man, really -- hard, a forged weapon. You pointed him at things and he dealt with them, as directly as possible. He'd said something about how his current concubines were a distraction -- and I knew that he probably replaced his, regularly, from somewhere, when he became too irritated with them. He was totally matter-of-fact with me, from the moment he took charge of me that night -- and yet, he was my champion! I was there to do a job -- and he had every confidence in me. I wasn't 'that fat sow of a slut, Vera, ' to the Major -- I was a woman he had already fucked once and pronounced satisfactory and that he would fuck again. Orally, his cock had been a challenge -- and I'd risen to it -- and he'd been forthrightly pleased with the result. But a big part of it was his approach when he championed me to Tillotson. Whether I was fat or not wasn't at issue with him; it was his contention that Tillotson had an unhealthy fetish for the very thin. The Major contended that Tillotson didn't mess with real women -- he had a thing for artificially constructed creatures with very little meat draped over their skeleton and outsized balloons on their chests. The subtext of all this -- which only soaked in slowly -- was that porky Vera was a REAL woman ... Tillotson would bitch about my looks, and the Major retorted that I was more eager to please than one of his skinny bitches and offered better performance ... It was all there, in the automobile comment: "The difference, here, Tillotson, is sort of like the difference between a sports car and a luxury sedan. The first moves impressively, but the suspension is tight and jarring and it isn't too comfortable. The latter offers a comfortable ride and ... options..." Then I PROVED it by making Tillotson ADMIT that I was good -- and the Major started talking about Judith and Tillotson started LISTENING ... And in the meantime, I did it all, rimming assholes, deep-throating cocks, taking it up the ass ... and realizing I'd missed it ... and when we took a break, the Major was pleasant and relaxed and offhandedly complimentary ... Yeah, I was a slut -- but it was what I was there for, and I was doing a fine job; what else could I ask for? And when the Major teased Tillotson into pumping his cock into me, I made DAMNED sure we both enjoyed it -- and the Major helped, and got a kick out of doing it... And when the Major wanted his, later, he didn't begrudge me mine and we had a wonderful time and I knew that I'd need to do it all again -- regularly. The Major was ALMOST right. I wasn't a luxury car -- I was a truck! Actually, I was an SUV -- I was the Cadillac Escalade, the Lincoln Navigator of sluts! My big fat jugs and my porky ass and my thick hips were there so I could take hard fucking from big, hard men and come back for more. I was tough to damage and capable of taking a beating, but luxurious -- all of my holes knew cock and how to make it comfortable. I could climb a curb without damaging my bodywork, or do rutted dirt roads -- just wash me off, afterwards. The only problem here -- the one Ollie was going to have to deal with -- was the word 'men' -- plural -- not 'man' ... Slut Vera was there for men to play with -- and just one probably wouldn't be able to get her into four-wheel drive... This is what I knew when I walked back in that door. Ollie had wanted me loosened up and put back on track -- and he had gotten his wish -- but things had gone farther than was going to be comfortable for either of us. Jack had said something Friday night to Judith -- "There will probably be a period of 'Oh, God! I'm a slut!' and things will get rough until you move on to 'Thank God I'm a slut!' which is where you need to be." For me, the 'Oh, God -- I'm a slut!' period had started in high school and gone on for almost twenty-five years while I repressed everything and was therefore unable to move on and learn to live with myself -- but overnight, I'd finally moved on to 'Thank God I'm a slut!' The problem was Ollie. I owed Ollie more than I could ever repay from all that time when he was giving one hundred percent and I was giving back maybe thirty. So now I was probably going to have to make do with thirty percent of what I wanted -- because that would be what Ollie could give me, working at capacity. It was pretty ironic, when you think about it... When I got back to our quarters, I went to Ollie and hugged him -- and he asked, very carefully, "How was your night?" I said, "Fine, Master. I think I accomplished everything you wanted me to." I know that wasn't what he expected at all, but it was the truth... Soon after, we were distracted by Jack's little video object lesson -- which was rough, to say the least! Then the AI had us head for the passenger mess that Oliver's colleagues attended for breakfast. We met Jack's concubines on the way, which was nice, as it kept us from being the only ones nude -- but I was already learning not to worry about it. We were nearly settled in with food when Ollie's boss Dave and his Brinkman people started wandering in. We ended up demonstrating how to get breakfast from the replicators -- something recently learned from Tara. Dave and Ollie talked and Dave settled in with us. In a few minutes, Jack came through the door, followed by the Major and Decurion Tillotson -- and things got embarrassing. The Major was effusive with his praise -- and very descriptive; I was thoroughly unmasked! Any thought I might have had about hiding my capacity for large amounts of sex from Ollie was totally dashed! The Major went so far as to say, "It's so unusual to find a woman who actually enjoys sex in quantity, rather than just enduring it. I'm going to have to raise my standards!" I could do nothing but stand my ground and return Ollie's gaze... After breakfast, Jack took his girls and advised Ollie to join the Brinkman Foundation group. I think Ollie was momentarily miffed -- but Jack had things to do and couldn't babysit us all the time. Besides, Ollie got a good bit of adulation for his part in the group's extraction, which didn't hurt his ego any. We were split up, though, for the briefings; most of it I'd heard from Jack already, so there were few surprises -- but the other concubines in the group tended to be regularly shocked! I found that I was actually a help to some of them, just by being there; someone would make an exclamation like "Surely you're kidding!" and everyone would look at me -- and I would smile and shake my head ... Britney helped with this, even though she hadn't seen it all; she was still properly undressed and able to sit and look serene and shake her head. At one point, I got up and said, "Ladies, some of you at least have been doing this job -- poorly, maybe, like I was, but you've been doing it. You were married to your man and you love him and you played bedroom games with him and you had his children -- and you're raising them. That hasn't changed. You're not equal partners any more, though -- that HAS changed. But that isn't new -- we were just crawling out from under that rock, and in some places on Earth they STILL hadn't -- the old ways held that you never HAVE been equal! You can do this -- it's been done before. There will be other women -- and the best thing you can do about that is treat them as sisters and act as though your hubby has taken an additional wife. Everybody knows that raising kids takes your attention away from your man; he may need it but they need it more, and there are only so many hours in the day and you only have so much energy. Well, now you have HELP! Lean on each other! Share the load! Save that much more energy so you can give your man that attention he's going to demand from you -- and when you can't, smile when she steps forward and provides THAT for you! I know you've heard the ugly truth, here -- you've been demoted. But your man is no more used to the idea of being the evil slave master than you are to being a slave, and what he wants in his household is peace and harmony! What they are trying to emphasize here is that you have NO RIGHT to drive wedges between your man and the other women he selects based on your previous position -- but in many ways, the easiest way to handle this is to let them step up, rather than stepping down." I knew I was on the right track when the AI delivering the lecture said, "This may provide an easier psychological adjustment." There was a question and answer period with a concubine who had been in the job for a while -- and I don't know whether it helped or hurt things. I think she was settled in her role -- but many of those present seemed to think she was broken. The harsh realities were old hat to her; she confirmed many of the downside issues -- but her attitude said they were irrelevant, something I got, but I don't think a lot of the others did. You could be killed for a major infraction -- so you just avoided major infractions. It was a lot like going to jail in our old life -- how many people worry about that all the time? You avoid the problem in the first place by not doing things that will get you arrested, that's all ... I could tell, though, that several didn't get it. At one point she got irritated with someone over rape... "Honey, there is no such thing -- well, only in a few special circumstances. If your sponsor is off somewhere and a male concubine or another sponsor who hasn't got his permission won't take no for an answer, that's rape, because they don't have the right. If your sponsor wants something and you don't feel like giving it up it's NOT rape, no matter WHAT he does, because in that case YOU don't have the right to say no! If he busts you in the mouth a couple of times to get you to hold still while he sticks his dick up your ass, it's YOUR fault, because YOU didn't have your head on straight! You don't GET headaches -- or if you do, you go to Medical and get something for them. Fucking your sponsor is your JOB! There would have been a lot fewer divorces on Earth if married women had managed to remember that rather than pretending the old man had to get permission every time he wanted a little!" "B--but," the woman involved stammered, "What about abuse?" "Honey, there is 'abuse' and 'abuse.' If your sponsor shows a pattern of beating the shit out of you for the fun of it, that's abuse -- and the AI's see all and you can file a complaint if you like -- and it will get seriously looked at. If the Civil Service pool is a better place for you, maybe they'll take you away from him. If he slaps the shit out of you because he tells you he wants something and you don't provide it, though, that's an attitude adjustment -- not abuse." She cocked her head and looked at the woman. "You'll straighten out real quick, I think -- your head's just full of mush. It won't take more than a couple upside the head for you to stop parroting stupid shit and get down to business." I found myself amused. Somebody else asked, "Can we come back to the part about permission?" The concubine cocked her head and grinned. "You're property, Honey -- just like a lawnmower. If your sponsor wants to lend you to the neighbor -- or a Marine Recon unit returning from a deployment -- you grin and bear it, because they have permission to do whatever he agrees to. If that's just cleaning the neighbor's pod because his concubine is in the hospital, that's easy street -- but if fucking is on the authorized activities list, you'd better make happy noises! On the other hand, if the neighbor tries to borrow you without permission, you have the right to fight and argue and when Daddy gets home, he's gonna call the cops, because it's stealing. Male concubines in the household need permission to fuck you -- your sponsor may want him concentrating on something else -- but in a lot of cases, they have blanket permission, because who's gonna keep the cobwebs out if your sponsor is out on a six month cruise? Male concubines OUTSIDE the household had BETTER have permission -- because if they don't and you complain, it's likely they'll end up dead!" Someone asked, "What if the guy is physically repulsive?" The concubine scratched her head. "Huh! THAT's a new one! Let's take that a piece at a time. Sponsors get upgrades, just like you will. Old guys get some years peeled off and ugly guys get to make adjustments. They get muscles -- and bigger dicks, too, some of them. I can't see why you would present yourself to a sponsor who makes you sick to look at him, even if you could find one. If your sponsor wants to lend you out to the guy next door and he squicks you, then you need to ask yourself -- or him -- why he's doing it -- have you been fucking up? Does he just owe the guy? Or is he trying to break you of some bad habit? Maybe your problem is a race thing? In any case, the answer seems to be 'you grin and bear it'. You give him what he wants and try not to puke. If you DO puke, apologize..." ------- Ollie came and got us after a couple of hours and took us to Medical -- which was HUGE, but they were handling thousands ... There was really nothing to do but hop in the tube... When I came out, though, everyone else was out already, standing there. Ollie had this odd look on his face -- he either wasn't happy or he was trying to be happy and having a hard time of it. "What's wrong, Master?" Ollie eyed the medic. "I assume that there is some kind of manumission..." The medic looked back and nodded. "Yes, Doctor. Actually, she's been fitted with the standard implants. Once we discovered this..." "Master?" "You can revert to Oliver, Dear -- or whatever you like, it seems," Ollie said, somewhat sadly. "I'm not sure what this means yet, but the initial piece is clear -- you are no longer my concubine." "WHAT?" The world rocked. "I had you tested again while you were in the tube, at the request of the medic," Ollie said. "Your scans just didn't match the profile on your CAP card very well. It seems that the last few days have been, um, beneficially traumatic ... Your CAP score has increased to six point six." A voice inside my head declaimed, I recognized it as that of an AI! "Can we break this down into digestible pieces?" I whined. Oliver opened his mouth at the same time and I raised my hand to stop him -- but he stopped anyway; I guess the AI made him privy to the conversation. "What does this mean?" "But I love Ollie!" the AI declaimed. The medic surfaced a coverall. "Here. You should put this on -- but you may want to take a look at things in the mirror first." I stepped over to the full-length mirror on the wall. "Not much has changed..." Ollie looked diffident. "Even though at the time I was authorized to make radical changes, I didn't feel it was right to do so. I asked for a few minor things, but I wanted the essential you to be there." The medic called up a hologram. "This is what is in process. The nannites will take a few days for parts of it." I still had a belly -- it just bulged a bit rather than being a saggy roll. I still had big jugs -- and while they had been brought up a bit, they hadn't shrunk and they looked more like what I had when I was twenty. My ass was headed back to its old shape, too. My face ... I was younger... "You didn't do a lot at all. I'm still a porker." Ollie shrugged. "I love you like that." I burst into tears. Ollie came forward clumsily and wrapped his arms around me, mumbling, "I'm sorry..." Realizing he had no idea what was going on, I forced out, "Oh, Ollie! You say the sweetest things!" Then I just blubbered on him for a while. After that, I re-examined the hologram. "It's probably better than I ever looked." Jack said something the other day," Ollie muttered. "I was going for the 'essential Vera'." "You got pretty close, I think," I muttered into his neck. The AI did something like electronically clearing his throat. "What did you have in mind?" I asked. the AI instructed, "A Madam?" I burst out. "About my capacities..." 'So you're saying that he'll get plenty of sex without me and I should suit myself, ' I thought back. 'If I want to have more children with Ollie... ?' 'Okay, I'm in.' 'I'll need to go nude sometimes to do my job, won't I?' I eyed the hologram. Ollie had done a fine job. I didn't WANT to be a skinny bitch. I was Rubenesque, a Big Beautiful Woman -- which is what I WANTED to be. 'This works.' The hologram disappeared. "You did a good Job, Ollie." "You've been ... away..." Ollie murmured. "Talking to the AI," I agreed. "And?" "I've accepted a position. We'll need to talk, Dear. I really want to combine households, but the results might be embarrassing for you," I said gently. Ollie pursed his lips. "You're going to need to bring in help, I assume." "Yes. From what I hear, though, you couldn't possibly handle me AND eight other women," I smiled. "True." Ollie smiled ruefully. "I really would have had to make some arrangement in any case, wouldn't I?" "Yes." "You still want to... ?" "We have more than a master-concubine relationship, Ollie," I told him. "Much more. I owe you more than I can possibly repay; you may call on me as a love slave at any time. I'll be the wife to you that I SHOULD have been all these years -- and we can have more children. But there will be other things going on; we'll both have our work, and we'll both have other outlets." Ollie nodded. "Yes, that's sensible. What will you be doing?" "I have accepted a Civil Service position," I replied. "Maureen will be scandalized -- I will be a whorehouse madam." Judith gasped. "I'm told that many concubines end up in the Civil Service brothel in an effort to get them to at least tolerate sex; I'll be trying to teach them to let go and enjoy themselves." I undid my concubine collar and began donning the coverall. "This isn't particularly attractive." "The grey uniform is nice, if a bit severe," Ollie pointed out, "but for now, we have some training and orientations ourselves, and apparently it is felt that this is simpler." I nodded. "So Momma is..." Judith muttered. "Again my companion and significant other," Ollie replied. "Britney..." "I understand..." Britney dropped her eyes. "I don't think you do," I interjected. "I need for you to take care of Ollie as best you can, because I won't be available all the time. I need for you to lead whatever other girls he takes in and be a big sister to them. I'll be around -- as 'Big Mama' or something -- but I have to leave the bulk of Ollie's daily maintenance to you!" "Oh!" Britney exclaimed, "I thought I was gone!" "Nothing could be further from the truth," Ollie assured her. "Besides, I might want the occasional tongue ride!" I teased. Britney blushed. "It seems like we ought to be celebrating, but we don't have the time," Ollie noted. "You girls need to get back to your concubinage classes and Vera needs to get caught up on sponsorship and we both need to move forward..." I think everyone got that, including Britney and Judith, through their collars. "You two were already nude on arrival, so..." the medic said to Judith and Britney and waved us at the door. We dropped them in the concubine class and I sat in on the sponsor class, to the surprise of a large number of people. Ollie helped me explain things as best I could to the curious... Judith: After Momma's amazing metamorphosis at Medical, Britney and I got to go back to the concubine briefings. There were women from the big group in the room this time; the room held maybe three hundred of us, each on our own little mat. The AI tended to make everything seem dreary and seemed to take delight in telling us that this or that type of misbehavior could end in a death sentence, but mixed in with the gore there were a few nuggets of wisdom and such. It also revealed some, well, not rules, per se, but traditions we might possibly run into, such as walking one step behind and one step to the right of our sponsor, or lining up in order of seniority, if our sponsor dictated such things, or a couple of 'service postures' like kneeling back on your heels with your knees spread and with your hands clasped behind your back. A lot of it was embarrassing and humiliating for most of us, but the AI insisted that we attempt the postures so we wouldn't look totally stupid if someone wanted one of them. They all had names -- the one I just mentioned was called Presentation Two. Presentation One was similar -- but you cupped you breasts, offering them -- very embarrassing. Presentation Three was worse -- you go forward onto your forearms and raise your butt -- facing away from your sponsor, naturally, and looking back at him over your shoulder. In Presentation Four, you at least got to put your knees together ... I preferred kneeling at Attention, sitting back on my ankles with my hands on my thighs, naturally. There were other behaviors -- for instance, a concubine was never to speak unless spoken to before company -- urgent needs could be fulfilled by raising your hand like a first grader. In private, if you were talking and your sponsor tired of it, he would stick two fingers in your mouth -- and it was your job to make him wish it was his erection by sucking and licking them. Concubines never ate until their sponsor and the children are fed -- and not then, of course, if the sponsor directs otherwise. Where you eat is also at the option of the sponsor -- including from his hands or from a bowl on the floor. According to the AI, sponsors seldom had time for the dog dish kind of thing for a concubine who wasn't being punished, but it wasn't unusual for concubines to eat in the kitchen -- and eating from your sponsor's fingers was a clear reminder of who controls your world ... It was highly recommended that in such circumstances you made sure your sponsor's fingers were squeaky clean after each bite... A lot of the women were horrified and some, embarrassingly, couldn't get into some of the positions. There was one older woman named Harriet something who came in very late -- someone whispered that they'd done a LOT of work on her at Medical, but she still suffered a lot and couldn't rise from the positions without help. I'm, well, chunky, but I'm still young -- I did everything. So did Britney. After all this, we had a question and answer period, with a mildly irritated concubine who had been around a while. I understood her position after a half a dozen questions -- it was like nobody believed a thing the AI was telling them, so they wanted to hear it all again! For instance, there was this really nice looking older dark Italian-looking woman who asked the concubine, "Look, I'm hearing these things about incest..." The concubine cocked her head and put on this sardonic smile. "Is that your daughter next to you, Honey?" "Yes..." "Okay, then," the concubine continued, "Either your one-time husband wants to dip his wick in your daughter, or you have a teenage son. Which is it?" "I ... have a son..." the woman replied, looking away and turning pink. "And he's got good taste and knows that he isn't likely to do better than Mama and Sis, then, huh?" the concubine cackled. "Look, I KNOW you've probably heard the long answer from the AI -- and like every OTHER idiot in this room, you're pretending you didn't, because it isn't what you want to hear -- so I'll give you the short answer: There ain't no such thing!" She settled back on the little stool she was sitting on up in front of the room and continued, "Where you come from, they had some rules about that and they seemed to make sense -- but you aren't there anymore and they no longer apply and nobody is gonna say anything about it other than calling him a lucky dog. So tonight, if you've got any sense, you'll go on back to the cabin where you live and you'll kneel up side by side in Presentation Three and look over your shoulder at him with those big brown eyes of yours and say, 'Come on, Big Boy!' -- and find out what HE got at Medical today -- and everyone will live happily ever after..." There was a general titter -- but it didn't keep some idiot from asking why she wasn't Number One since she had been her sponsor's wife once... After a while the concubine lost patience, and said, "Y'all are scary, you're so slow -- how many times do you need to hear something? I'm done here -- but I have some parting advice. Many of you are gonna have to make a little video personal ad tonight and put it up on the ship's network for people to look at. DON'T tell everybody what you WON'T do. As you talk, go through the positions, those you can manage -- at the very least, assume one while you give your spiel. The guys are getting this separately, but you should know that they're supposed to do their best to keep their dicks tucked out of sight in positions -- remind them, because if they're as slow as y'all are, they'll fuck it up. Good luck -- and remember, all you have to do to get an answer to a question is ask the AI -- but if you won't listen to it, you're screwed anyway! Good luck, girls!" She got up and left, and the AI released us. Momma and Daddy were home when we got there; we turned right around and went out to dinner at the Mess. ------- Chapter 39 Vera: "So you got a lot of rough usage over the past few days -- and it HELPED you raise your CAP score?" Dave Chambers asked, bemused. We were on a break in the afternoon orientation session. "I was hiding from myself as much as I was hiding from Ollie," I explained. "Being made to face my sexuality fixed some things that were broken about me. I'm just not your average woman -- and I was treating it as a bad thing." "What do you mean by that?" Dave asked. "I like a lot of sex," I replied. "Like several guys' worth." "Oh!" Dave looked shocked. "Yeah..." I muttered. "It was a problem. When I was younger, I went through a phase where I got what I wanted -- but I had a poor self-image and being treated as a pariah in public and as a pig in private didn't help. So I lied to Ollie about sex and pretended I didn't like it and basically made sure Ollie didn't get any opportunities to see the real me. I'd been living a lie for, oh, I dunno -- twenty-five years? And because I had it all under wraps, I couldn't move forward. This week I wasn't allowed to avoid sex -- and when things hit a certain point, I couldn't hide it any more." I sighed. "After that, all I could do was ask forgiveness. Even then, I couldn't escape -- but I got acceptance and approval instead of derision. I was doing what everyone wanted, and doing it well, and no one was pointing the finger and calling me names. Apparently, I wasn't the awful person I thought I was. When I realized all that, things just ... changed..." "An amazing tale," Dave mused. "So now what?" I laughed. "So now I get to be a whorehouse madam! Actually, I get to try to teach women who are having a hard time with it that enjoying sex is okay and they need to learn to embrace their sexuality and get on with their job..." "Sounds like a worthy cause..." Dave mused. "I think it is -- and I'm not alone," I murmured. We got beyond concubines and into discussions of basic Confederacy rules and customs and specifics about Nuevo Angelino and how the Civil Service role had expanded there -- and the risks and benefits that went with the flood of colonists we hadn't met yet from the big school pickup. We spent a lot of time learning, 'This is how things USUALLY happen, but THIS is how we're doing it THIS time... '; it seemed like you really needed to know the traditional rules so you could understand how we were breaking them -- and why. I, of course, was now an exception to the rule in that seventy-five percent or better of all sponsors were male. Doctor Mortensen was there, of course, but frankly, we had little in common; I got the feeling that sex wasn't high on her list of priorities. When evening came, I was more than happy to go back to our shared quarters and collect the girls to take to dinner. The girls were agog with the afternoon concubine training session -- and Judith was scornfully dismissive of a number of women who 'had to hear things six times -- and STILL didn't get it!' I found this amusing, and so did Ollie. But a bit later, Judith came to me in an aside and said, "Momma, I don't understand..." "About me?" I asked. She nodded. Thanks to Dave Chambers, I had a ready answer: "Do you remember when Jack told you that you would go through a period where you thought, 'Oh, God! I'm a slut!' before you came around to 'Thank God! I'm a slut!'? Well, that period took me twenty-five years, because I was locked in a loop. Just last night I made the change -- and I'm happy about it and at peace with myself for the first time in forever. It made all the difference; I couldn't live up to my potential until I crawled out of that box I was hiding from everyone in. It was a chrysalis, though -- I entered it as a worm and emerged as a butterfly!" "That's ... sweet, Momma..." Judith said -- and I knew she didn't understand, and there wasn't a whole lot I could do to help her. Jack: We left the Mess that Sunday morning and went straight to Medical -- and I got instant priority, so everyone was tucked in tubes in no time. "Alterations?" the medic on duty asked me. "You've got my spec," I told him. "What am I looking at for fit?" "The big black girl is virgin, as you are no doubt aware -- everywhere. But she has the capacity orally and anally, and will grow to handle you vaginally. The older black woman we could tighten just a touch here and there and firm up her internal muscles -- kids, you know. External changes?" "None. Well, maybe a bit off there above the hips." He raised his eyebrows, but went on, "The smaller white woman is behind on her development -- but she IS developing, as of recently. The AI indicated that there were signs of psychological trauma affecting her physical development -- but she seems to have gotten over it. She was used, early -- orally, anally, and even vaginally -- but she isn't sloppy, although she needs some repairs to her colon and anus." "Do that," I instructed, "and we'll see where she is in six months to a year, I guess." "The last one?" The medic cocked an eyebrow. "She needs a little throat work; otherwise, she's almost exactly to spec. What about externals?" "Show me a hologram," I sighed. He did so. "Fix the teeth and the jaw." The projection displayed the adjustment to fix her overbite. "She lisps -- is it curable?" "Maybe, but you'd have to teach her to talk again," the medic opined. "Fuck that," I waved it off, "It's cute, anyway." The medic raised an eyebrow, but left it alone. "Okay, shrink the butt a little -- say, fifteen percent." The medic, who had reduced the size by more like fifty percent, blinked and backed it off. "Jack up the breasts a bit, and get rid of the stretch marks on the upper slope and inflate them a bit..." "They'll swell on their own," the medic noted. "She's pregnant." "She is?" I broke out in a grin. "GREAT!" I got a bit of control over myself. "Okay, well they're very soft, now -- I'd like for them to stay that way -- except maybe when she's actively breast feeding. I'd like to see them raised a bit -- not too much! -- and fleshed out a bit, so they don't look under-inflated." "Not bigger?" the medic asked. "Not smaller?" I shook my head. "Some improvement in shape and tone and keep them from being total udders -- but she's an Earth Mother -- and I want her to stay that way. Have you ever seen a fertility goddess?" "Ummm, yes ... Kind of pear shaped. Breasts are more functional..." The medic went into communion with the AI and a few very subtle changes got made. Her feet got a touch wider and so did her pelvis, while her belly shrank just a touch -- not enough that it didn't bulge a bit. A bit of excess above the hips got pared away -- but again, nothing amazing, just enough to smooth the flow. Beth's image looked a bit less like her mother and more like Judith -- without going nearly that far. Judith actually had a sweet, rounded body -- but it wasn't Beth's template and I didn't want it to be. "That's good," I declared. "Okay, then," the medic replied. "We'll add things in slowly and let her think some of the changes come from pregnancy." "Good idea," I agreed. "And the kids?" "All in fine shape," the medic replied. "The male is showing some signs of sponsor-level intelligence. There was an underlying problem with distrust and abandonment, but he seems to be responding well and isn't completely traumatized." "Okay, fine. Hold them in tubes until someone else comes out to handle them." I went back to sit on a chair nearby and take status reports over my comm link. There was a problem with Group Eighty-Six... Keisha and the kids were out quickly, and Frieda and Tara didn't take long, either. Beth was last. Tara and Frieda each took a child from Keisha as they came out, so no one was unduly burdened. When Beth came out, she said, "I don't see much..." "There wasn't a lot required, for any of you," I replied. "I let them set things ups so they took more time, especially in your case -- because you're pregnant!" "I am?" You'd have thought the lights were out in the room and someone had turned them -- her -- on! "OMIGAWD!" She was all over me then -- which was more than mildly pleasant. After a moment or two of wallowing in her embrace and endearments, I gently extricated myself. "Come on, let's go back to quarters..." They all wanted something. Beth wanted to crawl into my lap and stay there for the day. Frieda wanted to give me a blowjob. Tara wanted to kneel in front of me and wait on me hand and foot -- and Keisha -- well, Keisha wanted me to follow through on some promises I'd made. What I finally decided to do was send Tara and Frieda off to concubine training and hold Beth and Keisha back with the kids. They all COULD have gone to training and TAKEN the kids (many concubines in the main group had no choice in the matter) but training wasn't urgent and they were ahead of the curve, anyway. Tara and Frieda were instructed to pay careful attention and condense anything important for relay to Beth and Keisha. Then I reluctantly headed off to work. Group Eighty-Six was fourth graders and their families; objectively, there should have been no more trouble from them than anyone else, but a couple of things had cropped up. The first phase of things appeared to be acrimonious exchanges between members of a couple -- both concubines -- with two kids. The deeper I dug, the uglier it got. It seemed on the surface that the (ex) husband was angry with the (ex) wife for having sex with two other concubine males. She claimed it was rape -- but he claimed it was conspiracy and she'd enjoyed it. The other two guys agreed with the husband (of course -- their necks were on the line). Even the surveillance video wasn't cut and dried; the woman had led the other two on, certainly, even if it had gone further than planned. I rounded on one of the alleged rapists, "You struggled with Mack, here -- why shouldn't I space you for assault?" The guy went white, but replied, "They aren't married any more. Who she wants to fuck is her business. He was interfering. He's the one that's wrong." This was actually a reasoned response; I had to give the guy credit. Eventually, I had to sequester the four of them and have the AIs interrogate them. The woman rolled over pretty quickly; when the AI indicated it had broken her down I went in to see her. "Okay, so what happened." The woman, whose name was Victoria something ('Call me Vicky') sighed. "I got carried away. Those two were kind of hot, so I let them start something. We got to flirting and stuff and it made Mack mad -- and I kind of enjoyed that; Mack isn't much in the sack..." "You've cheated on him before..." I guessed. "Yeah..." the AI supplied helpfully. "So what were you up to?" I asked. "I think he's always known ... but I wanted to see his face, you know? I know, it's ugly -- but I just wanted to rub his nose in it." "And the rape?" She had the grace to look embarrassed. "Well, it was and it wasn't. I didn't plan for it to get that far, but I got carried away. I said no -- and I meant it -- but when they didn't stop, I was glad -- and I got to enjoy Mack's reaction even more..." "So I probably shouldn't space anyone." "No." I thought about it. "I'm splitting you two up. Mack gets the older kid and you get the younger one. Do you know who the father is?" "It doesn't matter, does it? He's not here ... How did you know?" Even I knew that she didn't. "I've got radar," I grunted. "You're a piece of work, Honey. I hope you find a sponsor that spends half his time with his dick in your ass and the other half with it down your throat -- preferably without cleaning it up, first. But you might enjoy that, huh?" She looked away, which told me everything I needed to know. I had the AI set up a reassignment and went to get the kid in question, who was with her presumptive father. "She's out of here," I related, "and she's taking this one with her. She isn't yours, anyway..." Mack looked a little sick. "I'd wondered..." "That one is -- solid paternity results -- so you get to keep him. I'm leaving you in this group, I think. I figure there's going to be collateral damage; you might get a chance to get even with one of the pair she fucked. You know she did it just to see the look on your face, right?" I asked. "I wondered. It seemed like that was what she was up to." "I'm guessing you two had long-term problems," I opined. "Yeah." "Are you interested in this one?" I hefted the girl. I watched him struggle with himself. There was a bond there, even if it wasn't blood. Finally, he said, "Not at this time." "I'll have the AI make a note that you can have visitation. Assume that there is a restraining order between you and her mother, though. You arrange visitation through an AI. If we catch either of you actively messing with the other, I'll space the perp -- or recycle them, or whatever else comes to mind. If it's you, you'll be dead." "I understand." I took the girl to her mother. "You aren't to see Mack. Assume there is a restraining order. If either of you fucks up, it's summary execution. Mack has visitation, if and when he wants it -- to be arranged by AIs and without you present. Do you want similar?" "I guess I should hold my options open," she muttered. "Okay, we're going to move you -- but I want to give you a little something first. Wait here." I had the AI call the wives of my two 'rapists' and sequestered them. Entering the first room, I asked, "So, your ex-husband is supposedly involved in a rape. It isn't that simple, but he didn't take long to wander off and plant a garden elsewhere, did he? I'm thinking you might want to be done with him..." The woman thought about it. "I don't know what makes sense ... I'm embarrassed, I'm hurt, and I'm angry -- but the rules have changed, haven't they? He's not mine anymore..." "That's all well and good," I agreed, "but that being the case, why should you hurt your and your children's chances of being settled in with a nice sponsor by hauling his feckless ass along? If he's not yours, you're not his -- and if he's got no loyalty, why should you have any? Your package is better off without him." "Yeah..." she started to gather in some anger. "That makes sense." "Okay, I'm doing for you what I did for the original couple. He's restrained from seeing you, until further notice; if we catch him and you don't give him a get out of jail free card, he's dead. He gets visitation under AI supervision -- and you will not be present. Trust me, the AI can handle this. Oh, and one other thing -- if you decide you want to make a video of you having prolonged, satisfying sex with the woman's husband -- who is a decent sort, apparently -- I'll be happy to make sure he sits through it." She got a little feral then, but limited herself to "Thank you." The other one was worse; she was virtually foaming at the mouth. Mack was going to have a very rewarding sex life in the near term... Next, I gathered together my two 'perps.' "Okay, you've been cleared, after a fashion -- but you're changing addresses. As you so properly pointed out," I told the one who had done so, "none of the three of you is married any more. On the other hand, you ALL have kids by your former spouses, women who had the right to expect some loyalty from you. Neither of your ex-spouses is any too thrilled, and both of them have decided that they're better off on their own. Therefore -- and listen up, because it is important -- you are restrained from any direct contact with your former spouses, until and unless one of them goes soft in the head and specifically authorizes it. You have visitation rights to your children -- arranged through and supervised by an AI -- your former spouse won't be present, but the AI sees all, hears all and knows all. If we catch you trying to break the restraining order, you're dead -- no trial, no hearing, nothing. Someone will just drag you out of traffic somewhere and kill you and stuff you in a recycler. You'll not be surprised to hear that the three primary victims in this case feel that they owe you, so at some point in the future, you may be required to sit through a video displaying your former spouse making gentle love to the guy you cuckolded in loving detail -- several times. Oh, do I have to mention the fact that he is not to be contacted in any way at all, with the same penalties for non-compliance?" The pair of them looked a little green; both were apparently aware that having been kicked loose from their former spouses, their chances of getting a concubine slot from a sponsor went south dramatically. "Last, but not least, follow me..." We went up the corridor to the room where Vicky was housed. "Wait here." I went inside and said, "Give me the girl for a bit; I brought a surprise." I took her three-year-old and came out, holding her on my hip. "Okay, guys, it's like this: That little bitch in the next room has ruined more lives than I can count on my fingers, just because she wanted to see the look on her old man's face while she fucked around. Since your lives are high on the list, I think you should get a little something. That being the case, I'm going to give you two instructions: Number One -- tell the AI when you're done and it will let you out and direct you to your new homes. Number Two -- and listen closely and make certain you understand ALL of the implications -- don't leave her dead. Do you understand?" I got two wary nods. Opening the door, I said, "Have fun." the AI murmured. 'I see you're on the ball today, ' I agreed. 'The medics haven't had anything serious to patch up in a while. As long as they follow instructions, we can fix it, ' I replied. 'Rapid psychological adjustment, ' I replied. 'I expect the female to learn her lesson and the males to be a little sick and disgusted with themselves after.' 'If I create a monster, I'll have him put down and live with it on my conscience, I guess.' 'Stupid me -- I didn't look at her CAP card.' From behind the door there came a muffled scream. 'Fine.' Kid on my hip, I went back to see Mack. "Keep the girl for a bit -- I'm sure she's safe with you no matter whose she is." I handed her off. "Thanks." Mack looked a little embarrassed. "Her mother is getting what is coming to her for her part in this little drama. When she's done, someone will come for the little girl." "Okay." Mack was dying to know... "Are you sure you want to know? She'll survive..." I assured him. "That's okay, I guess." "Tell you what," I offered. "Tomorrow, if you want to see it, I'll instruct the AI to display the video on demand. Not today, though -- you have other priorities." "Thanks." "The ladies who had your two visitors as husbands may come to see you -- and be very generous with their affections," I told him. "It'll be payback, but you never know -- one of them might take you on ... Cooperate, if they ask -- they'll be making videos of the pair of you getting even for their former spouses to enjoy -- as more or less mandatory viewing. It should be a fun time..." "This is all pretty weird..." "We don't use the same legal system as the one you're used to," I replied. "In the first place, we have more resources with which to discover the truth. In the second, you're not people, technically -- you're property -- so we don't need courts. Third, I like to see the punishment fit the crime." I looked around. "Word will get out. And there will be fewer problems as a result." He nodded and I got out of there. We separated out sponsors and concubines globally and started moving sponsors into their own quarters as both groups got their orientation briefings. What we tried to do was gather both sponsors and concubines in groups of a hundred or so, brief them, and provide someone to do questions and answers after the briefings. We used concubines along for the cruise with their sponsors -- all of whom were seasoned -- for concubine briefings, and crewmen for the sponsor briefings. A point of emphasis was the requirement for sponsors not to go hog wild; nobody was ready for it on either side of the fence. I noticed that a lot of supposedly committed families and pre-packs including student sponsors were ending up NOT committed; the concubines were back in the pool and the sponsors were moving into their quarters without family. The incest taboo was a major issue with concubine parents, if no one else, and they were busy informing their sponsor-class offspring that they were prepared to take their chances left and right. Since we didn't REALLY register sign-ups on the ground (deliberately, knowing we would have time to do things right in transit), they weren't under contract and were still free to do this -- but it was breaking up families. I had the AIs emphasize the fact that the whole thing was a dead issue, but such things are tough to reverse. Medical was running full bore -- and just doing basic health maintenance for the bulk of the concubines, as they were unassigned, so turnaround was fairly quick. Still, I had to provide security details to handle the complainers who really didn't want to be naked in public. The good news was that the security team could sting a loudmouth and then drop him or her into a tube and have them back to 'duty' in ten minutes -- with a nasty memory of the consequences of disobedience embedded firmly behind the eyeballs. Things started to bog down about fourteen hundred, as those few who needed a lot of medical repair work multiplied to the point that they started taking more tubes than the short-timers. We ended up planning for them to be called back after the flood -- after dinner was generally open, since the big job most of them had for the evening was preparing their personal ad. The 'personal ads' were the method we planned to vend the flood of concubines to any and all sponsors who wanted one. They would run from tonight until probably sometime after we arrived home on Nuevo Angelino, probably being updated as the concubines got smarter or learned new tricks or became more desperate. Basically, they got ninety seconds or so to pique interest -- if the sponsor wanted to dig in, he or she got a longer, five-minute version of the ad. The concubines could say or do anything they thought would get them selected; early on, we didn't expect much, but I figured that at some point ads would begin to look like the Porn Channel as concubines got more desperate. I anticipated eyeballing the first few and then giving a scathing critique in the morning, after which everyone could get on with second efforts. We'd done about all of the talking we were going to be able to; it was time for everybody to get down to business. Next on the agenda for concubines was to record their messages -- both short and long versions -- and for sponsors to start examining the ads looking seriously for concubines. The next step for concubines who passed the five-minute interview would be an in person session -- that would probably include a test drive if the sponsor had any sense. We had suites for this purpose localized in clusters here and there, readily accessible to both sponsors and concubines. Concubine couples could bring their children and leave them at nearby day care centers when it got to be time to get down to business. One big concern was for how that 'business' was going to be transacted in a couples format. If the female went alone, or the male waited outside or in an adjoining room, that might not be so bad -- but I foresaw complications depending upon just how far a potential sponsor wanted to push things to determine the male concubine's trigger point. As a result, the meeting suites would be intensively monitored and automated stinger installations were present in the suites in order to suppress possible hostilities. Sponsors were being asked to tread lightly in this area -- or avoid couples if they didn't think they could. But you could only ask so much and there was considerable concern that green male concubines would cause issues. On the inbound leg of the trip, we had examined the situation thoroughly and decided that we needed to provide a couple of serious object lessons or there would be blood all over the place. Recycling one out of every four male concubines was an option, but it wasn't one anyone wanted to entertain. American males, in particular, had certain role models and reactions to stimuli that could cause them trouble -- there were other places where things were worse, but they tended toward barbarism in the first place and nobody was making pickups from those places in the second. In America, though, there continued to float a stubborn layer of two-faced morality that large portions of the population either subscribed to or at the very least paid lip service to. Casual nudity hadn't made it to television, for instance, like it had managed to do in Europe despite the fact that it hadn't resulted in the destruction of civilization due to this influence there. Another issue was the whole ingrained racial male protection reflex. Human males tend to protect females in general and their mates in particular -- and one thing they protect them from is other human males ... Add a little jealousy into the mix and if violence hasn't already sprung up, it will... When you look at the whole thing objectively, concubine males should expect to get similar treatment to that handed out to concubine females -- but the male is generally made of sterner (or maybe just more brittle) stuff, and what will bend a female may just piss a male off or cause him to do something stupid in order to get a handle on the situation. But fair is fair, so that was our approach -- expect to get treated more or less the way a female gets treated, with very few concessions to differences in sexual makeup. I argued this a bit, knowing, for instance, the cultural stigma assigned to homosexual activity in the male, but I lost. Last but not least, since the shoe was on the other foot, female sponsors were asked to develop the curriculum -- another possible mistake in my humble opinion -- women work well on the bottom, but can be NASTY on top... But they put the whole thing together and handed it out and the AIs said it might work -- and it LOOKED fair. I'd seen Basic Training hijinks that were worse and less fair, perhaps -- aside from the potentially explosive sexual aspects... So we decided to test it on Day Two... In the past, I've been told that I'm wasting my time with such warnings -- but Chapter 40 and part of Chapter 41 might squick gentler souls. Consider yourself cautioned. ------- Chapter 40 Jack: I went to the afternoon briefing for a hundred male concubines -- and the female NCO running the show with the AI -- Chief Stewart -- made it her business to make them a hundred miserable motherfuckers. This hammer was absolutely huge -- after the augmented Marine model -- and may or may not have been a lesbian. She took no prisoners -- made them kneel at 'Attention, ' the male version requiring that the concubine's cock be tucked between their legs -- and God help the concubine who lost control of that situation and surfaced a visible erection! Actually, they were probably lucky in that there was very little to get erect about going on unless you were a total masochist... "Okay, first," she declaimed, "you are all property of the Confederacy, not members of the military or other first-class citizens -- so I can call you what I choose -- and I choose to call you 'little wieners.' Does everyone understand? If I say 'little weiner', I'm referring to you and you and you and ... You get the idea..." She'd pointed out several males while making this remark. "Now, I've got no use at all for little wieners -- I can get what I need from REAL men! Little wieners are just a problem, because they whine and complain and they get their feelings hurt. Pussy will knuckle under and learn to keep their mouths shut and do as they're told, but little wieners get balky and whine about how their balls are turning blue and why don't I give them any attention and shit like that." She stalked up to one concubine -- a good-sized one -- and said, "Do you want my attention?" The concubine shook his head, so she went up and down the row, looking for a sucker. Finally, she whined, "Doesn't ANYONE here want my attention?" and a big black in the back raised his hand. "Why, THANK YOU, Sweetie!" she purred, stalking up to him -- and proceeded to pick him up by the neck, put an arm under him so she didn't break anything or choke him to death, and toss him bodily into three other concubines. "That's lesson one, you little wieners -- don't fuck with the troops, because WE'RE augmented and YOU'RE not! Anybody ELSE want my attention?" She wandered over to a pretty boy I thought I might have seen before and said, "You're queer, aren't you, Honey?" The concubine's eyes got huge, but the answer was, "Yes, Ma'am." "Queers are easier to deal with," the woman declaimed. "They at least KNOW they're little wieners -- don't you, Hon?" "Yes, Ma'am." "Do you know what Presentation Position Three is, Honey?" "Yes, Ma'am." "Assume it." The kid did as he was told, turning around and displaying his ass. "That's a nice set of balls you've got there, Honey -- are they just for decoration?" She squatted and wrapped her fingers around his scrotum. "I ... Wh--what do you want me to say, Ma'am?" the kid stammered. "I believe that answers the question," the woman purred. There was a general chuckle. "What are you little wieners laughing at? At least THIS little bastard knows his place! EVERYBODY assume Position Three! Hurry your asses up or I'll adjust the testicles on a couple of you with my foot!" She did, too, with one -- and it hurt to watch! The concubine involved spent probably five minutes in a fetal position, whining when he could get his breath, red in the face. After a bit she said, "I don't think I busted anything permanently, but you two take him to Medical to make sure..." The poor sod's neighbors picked him up and helped him hobble out of the room. In the interim, she got everyone again kneeling at 'Attention.' "This is an ugly situation you find yourselves in," the woman continued. "Anywhere you go, there will be two balls too many on site -- and guess who's are expendable?" She beckoned another poor sod. "Come here, Honey. Right in front of me. Assume 'Attention' -- that's it. Don't go showing me that little tiny thing, now ... Get your tail tucked between your legs! Good. Are you queer, Honey?" "No, Ma'am!" "Good. Now, if I tell you to eat my skank pussy, what are you gonna do?" "Eat it, Ma'am!" "Very good. Unfortunately, that's the easy part -- most sponsors don't HAVE pussies! So if I tell you to suck that little weiner over there's smelly little dick, what are you gonna do?" "I--I..." "It's a simple question with a simple answer, Honey..." There was no missing the threat... "I ... I'll suck it..." The poor sod hung his head. "See? NOW we're getting somewhere! What if I tell you to assume Presentation Position Three and smile while the biggest, blackest weiner in this room slides in and out of your asshole? What are you gonna do then?" "That's... ! You can't... !" "Wrong answer..." She slapped him so hard he fell over on his side, and while he was floundering, she grabbed him by the balls -- and started to squeeze. The guy's eyeballs nearly bugged out and he screamed hoarsely. "Now, Honey, what are you gonna do?" "I ... I ... I'm gonna get fucked!" "What ELSE are you gonna do?" she pressed. "AHHH! AHHH! GOD! I DON'T ... SMILE!" He howled. "Yup, that's it..." she let go of the poor sod's balls. He collapsed, moaning. Rising back up, she looked around. "Okay, you little wieners, I'm here to publicly apologize for all that -- but I needed to get your attention! The kind of crap we just talked about is probably an extreme case -- but if I was your sponsor, I'd want to know if your little head was in the right place! It all comes back to the fact that you're a poacher anywhere you go -- and sponsors don't have to put up with that shit!" She bent down and collected her moaning volunteer and carried him back to the stool she was sitting on periodically, and held him like he was a little kid while she continued, "Female concubines give it up from every hole -- why should YOU be different? I'm here to tell you that you're not! Your sponsor probably isn't homosexual and might not be bisexual -- but he's likely to put you through your paces once, just so you both know who is in charge -- so expect it! But that's not the worst of it, maybe -- I know you've been working on this, if you've got any sense, but ... How many of you little wieners are married?" Well over half of the hands in the room shot up. "How many of you have the mother of your children staying in your room with you?" The number of hands in the air didn't reduce by much. "Okay, what are you gonna do the first time some strange motherfucker comes in and kneels her up and starts plowing away in what USED to be your field? I'm here to tell you silly little wieners that if NOTHING ELSE happens, THAT will! What are you gonna do when that same motherfucker puts your dick in a cage and says you don't get no more of that? What are you gonna do when he tells you to lick her twat so it's nice and wet for his dick -- and maybe he wants you to slobber on his dick, too? Maybe he'll want you to stick it in for him..." She sat back, still unconsciously cuddling a grown man on her lap, and said, "I'm looking around here, and I see a dozen of you who have the wrong answer in mind -- and you know what? That makes you a dozen dead little wieners!" She rocked her 'baby' for a moment, glaring, then continued, "You two came aboard together -- and you have kids together -- but that's it! She is NOT gonna belong to you! Sorry, it just doesn't happen like that! Oh, in a perfect world, you would catch some guy who has eight other women and is busy and just doesn't give a shit -- and that guy is one in a hundred -- or maybe a thousand! It's an impossible dream! If you're there and he kneels your former old lady up and shoves his meat in her holes, you get to watch -- but you DON'T get to complain, and you DON'T EVEN get to interfere! Let's say, for instance that you freak a little and jump up and try to pull him off while he's busy filling the old lady with little wigglers. What's gonna happen, you figure? You over there -- yeah, you." She pointed out some guy about three rows back. "What's he gonna do?" "Push me off, Ma'am?" the indicated worthy guessed. The woman looked sad. "He's gonna break your fucking neck, right then and there, Honey, then go on with his business -- which is getting the old lady pregnant. And the AI is gonna call a review board, and they're gonna take one look at your dumb stunt on video -- and EVERYTHING is on video -- shake their heads, and haul you off to be fertilizer! End of story! Or maybe he'll pull his stinger and zap you and continue to fuck while you flop on the floor in agony -- and then when he's done, he'll haul your still-flopping body out to the recycler. There are a dozen scenarios -- and YOU DON'T WIN IN ANY OF THEM!" She looked down at her burden. "Are you okay, Honey?" "Yeah..." The guy wasn't sure. She let him down. "Go back to where you were and do what everyone else is doing. Thank you for your assistance." The luckless sod settled painfully into the 'Attention' posture. "Okay, which one of you little wieners is Ed Evans?" A guy about halfway back on the left raised his hand. "Come on up here, Honey -- I promise not to come within ten feet of you -- you'll have enough problems." Hesitantly, Ed came forward; the NCO, as good as her word, sat on her stool without moving. Then a door opened at the side of the room and a white female concubine walked in, followed by three blacks in crew uniforms. "Okay, Ed, this here is Crewman Harris. While we've been in class, he met your former spouse, Donna, there, somewhere -- and they've come to an agreement over sponsorship. That agreement includes you, if you care to accept it. Are you with me so far?" "Yes, Ma'am." Ed was green at the gills. "Now, the other two gentlemen -- well, names don't matter -- they've been invited by Crewman Harris to help celebrate his new acquisitions. I'm thinking that I probably don't have to draw you a picture, Honey -- but I should add that you've been asked to participate to show you understand what's up, here. Are we clear, Ed?" If Ed was green before, I can't really describe where he was at this point; he was barely standing. "Okay. Ed, Honey, you've got two choices, here. Crewman Harris is gonna keep Donna and your babies in any case. You can come up here and do whatever he wants you to do to help -- or you can go out the door at the back of the room and go back to your quarters and kiss your children and tell them you'll be by to see them occasionally when it's convenient for Crewman Harris." For the first time in the session, perhaps, she looked sympathetic. Poor Ed looked terrible. I couldn't blame him a bit -- and I knew what was going on. The worst part of it was that this was life and death -- if Ed got stupid in this room in front of a hundred of his peers, he was a dead man. It was the nature of the lesson, after all... The former spouse, Donna, clearly had a high opinion of her man's ability to adapt. "Come on, Baby, just do whatever they want and we can all be together..." I knew that she'd probably been led to believe that things wouldn't be too bad -- but I'd seen the scenario, and she hadn't ... Crewman Harris had been briefed to tell her that they would be taken care of -- and they would -- but they were going to put a scare into Ed first -- kind of a teaching thing. Whatever Ed did, it would be all right ... That was true, as far as it went, also -- at least as far as Donna and the kids were concerned. Ed had three choices: He could walk out, as Chief Stewart advised. He could do whatever the trio up front asked him to do -- and they were going to put him through the wringer -- or he could go apeshit and do something stupid. If he played -- or even if he walked -- Crewman Harris would honor the agreement and Ed would stay with his family -- but if he did something stupid, he would die, right then and there... Now, the players in our little drama were VERY carefully selected. The three crewmen were carefully prepared; Crewman Harris wasn't bisexual, but he wasn't a homophobe, and he had certain verbal gifts -- like the persuasion he used on Donna Evans. Crewman Cooper and Crewman LaRue WERE bisexual -- and liked white boys. We were playing the race card deliberately, for impact -- and Donna and Ed were selected for their roles based upon their CAP card analysis. Donna had an unspoken but active interest in the whole black superman thing -- and Ed had what you might call a morbid fascination. He'd never touched a cock of any color, but he had a latent bisexual streak -- and if he was ever going to exercise it, the cock would be black. Combine that with a certain amount of fear and we were counting on a fine state of submission. We believed that Ed would either walk or he would participate -- or maybe both -- but we believed that the deck was stacked against stupidity, even though it would be the best option for an object lesson; contrary to popular demand, I didn't like killing people. So Donna reached out to Ed and Ed staggered forward far enough that Harris could grab his hand, "There ya go! That's what I'm talkin' about!" Then he looked down and delivered the first barb, "Say, uh, Ed -- how many kids you got?" "T--two..." "Donna must be awful fertile. You did it with that? I mean, shit -- does it grow more than that?" Ed was scared spitless -- and his cock was a shrunken stub. It was probably a wonder it wasn't inside his body! "It ... G-grows..." "Okay ... How big does it get? Anything close to this?" Harris opened his fly and extracted about nine and a half inches of meat. He'd actually been to Medical in preparation and got an inch and a half added for this little performance -- something we had no problem doing, but nobody present was going to think of. There was a general gasp. "I ... No. Not like that," Ed replied miserably. To be fair, Ed had a good six incher, somewhat narrow, but average. Nobody else up front could claim to be average, though... "How 'bout this?" Crewman LaRue unlimbered over ten inches of tapering cock. "I call it the Anaconda." He waved it at Donna. "How 'bout it? Ever seen anything like that? Your old man come close, even?" Donna, eyes wide, shook her head no, watching it as if it WERE a snake ... There was another collective gasp from the audience. "Well, I ain't got no anaconda," Crewman Cooper muttered, "But I do all right..." Cooper unlimbered almost nine inches -- the shortest cock in the group -- but it was as big around as a soda can. Somebody in the back vomited; two crewmen removed him and had his neighbors swab up the mess. Everyone knew where THIS was headed... "So, Ed," Harris asked in a friendly tone, "You know Donna -- what gets her goin'? Does she like to have her nipples played with?" "Ow!" Donna gasped; Cooper had reached out and clamped on both of her nipples. "Sorry!" Cooper replied insincerely. Donna started looking seriously worried. "Come on -- you can tell me. What works?" Harris asked. Cooper circled behind Donna and stuck his cock in the crack of her ass and collected both breasts and started working them -- more for pleasure than pain, this time. Ed opened his mouth, watching Cooper, but Harris plowed on, "Does she like to suck dick? I bet she does. Does she deep-throat?" Poor Ed didn't need deep throat. "I don't know..." "Holdin' out on you, was she?" Harris was out of his coverall. He stepped forward and Cooper put his knee in the back of Donna's and she went to hers. "Open up, Honey -- it's time you met Jake, here, don't you think?" He waggled his cock at her. "Go ahead -- reach out and pet it..." Fascinated in spite of herself, Donna reached out and grasped it. "Get a grip -- you don't want him gettin' away..." Harris crooned. "Jack it back -- let the head come out." Donna did so. "You got a foreskin Ed? She don't act familiar..." Harris eyed Ed's shrunken member. "I can't tell..." "I do," Ed croaked. "Must be somethin' 'bout mine..." Harris mused. Cooper got out of his coverall and stepped back up behind Donna and plopped his fat monster on her shoulder, causing her to eye it sidelong as it rubbed her cheek. "Give us a suck," Harris directed, cupping the back of Donna's head and shoving his erection into her face. Cooper stepped back to give him room. Donna was game; she moved forward and opened her mouth. But it wasn't about Donna; Harris immediately shoved enough cock into her mouth to gag her. She reached out to push him off and Cooper grabbed her hands from behind and braced his knees against her back, closing off any retreat. LaRue just chuckled evilly. "Dunno, Ed," Harris opined, plunging his meat into Donna's face repeatedly, "It don't look good for deep throat -- guess we'll have to break her in. Didn't need it, huh?" Ed moved forward and looked like he might be thinking about interfering, so LaRue, also now naked, stepped up behind him and shoved him to his knees to Donna's left front. "Why don't you give her some pointers?" He draped the Anaconda along Ed's left shoulder in a manner similar to the way Cooper had done it to Donna. "The Anaconda likes to watch," he chuckled. Harris half turned toward Ed, still feeding Donna more cock than she could handle. "You gonna help out, Ed? I knew when I laid eyes on you that you was gonna be a fine concubine..." "Than -- gakkk!" Ed opened his mouth to be polite and in a move like a snake, Harris extracted his cock from Donna's mouth and fed it to Ed, palming the back of his head to keep him from going anywhere! There was a chorus of muffled groans; everyone in the audience was Ed at that moment, tasting Harris' big cock. Hell, I tasted it, and I knew what was going on! "Fine concubine cocksucker..." Harris finished his sentence. "Feed Donna the Anaconda -- it's a little narrower..." Harris sidestepped, taking Ed with him by holding his head in both hands while his cock punched at his throat. "Show her how, Ed..." Donna knelt, watching bug-eyed while Harris pushed his cock in and out of Ed's mouth. "Get your head down a little, Ed," Harris directed, "Open your throat for the straight shot." Donna wasn't even paying any attention until the Anaconda slid between her lips -- and even then, one eye followed Ed's painful progress, wide with disbelief! "Yah ... Makin' ground here..." Harris kept jamming his length against the back of Ed's throat. Ed's face was cherry red from choking and trying to breathe, "Gak! Glurp! Ack! Uck! Glahgh!" LaRue started humping Donna's face, generating similar noises in a higher key -- but she was still watching Ed -- so she saw it when Harris succeeded, impaling Ed's throat on his rigid length! "That's it!" he caroled, holding Ed's face against his groin. "See, Donna? That's how you do it, Baby! You'll need to thank Ed for showing you..." Then he let poor Ed up so he could choke down some air. "Remember success?" he prodded after a moment, "Let's go again..." He started gagging Ed a second time. People all over the room were gagging and retching in counterpoint to this -- and I couldn't blame them. "Tilt your head back ... Now lower it..." LaRue used his hands to tune Donna's position -- and suddenly, the Anaconda started disappearing down her dark maw... "Use the lips, Honey -- the throat is okay, but I need lip service -- and tongue. Open on the in-stroke and close on the out-stroke..." His cock, slimy with her saliva, backed out until her lips were held open by the bulbous head. "That's it..." LaRue shoved it back in. In the meantime, Harris had succeeded with Ed again and was going for thirds. Ed was working on learning to breathe with a cock in his mouth. "Y'all are both suckers for black cock, huh?" he chuckled. He backed off and merely ran his thick meat in and out to comfortable depth. "Time to move on, I think. Reach down there and feel up Donna and tell me if she's wet, willya, Ed? Is she wet? She must like this shit..." Ed Evans: Donna is sweet, but she's a little naïve. When she came into the room with not one, but three black guys, I knew we were in for it! What had she done? I thought I was going to piss down my leg in front of all those people! This was gonna be bad! My dick -- which is decent sized, if not anything amazing -- shrank to a nub... Do you know how some things never get talked about -- but they're out there, anyway? I knew that Donna had a fantasy about doing a black guy -- and she knew the big muscular bastards scared me. We'd never discussed it; she'd never brought it up as a fantasy, and I'd never admitted how nervous they made me -- but we knew it... So there I stood. That Amazon who had been kicking everybody's ass all afternoon sat there and told me that I could wade in and suck up whatever abuse they handed out or I could walk and MAYBE get to see my kids occasionally, like a divorced dad who doesn't have custody. Donna had already sold herself, apparently -- what I did was on me. But I love Donna -- and I love my kids -- so I stepped forward -- and the jaws of Hell opened... The very first thing they did was humiliate me over the size of my cock. Well, I was scared, and it was a nub -- and they were HUGE! I was shocked, and I know Donna was! He asked me if Donna did deep throat -- and I'm not big enough to require it -- so I shrank another two inches. Then they started getting rough... They put Donna on her knees and one of them was rough with her nipples, then her new sponsor just started face-fucking her, without a lot of ceremony. Donna was game -- the whole thing played to her fantasies -- but the guy was taking no prisoners! Scared to death as I was, I stepped forward to do something... About the time I realized that I was a dead man, one of them shoved me to my knees and said something about giving Donna pointers! Well, he hadn't snapped my neck -- but that was just luck! The long, black cock he draped over my shoulder wasn't comforting, though. Donna's new sponsor said something, and I was still distracted by the knowledge that I'd almost earned a death sentence and I opened my mouth -- and got a REAL surprise! The guy took his cock out of Donna's mouth and shoved it in mine! I don't think Donna realized how unintentional my part of this was --she just gawked at me, shocked, while I choked on the guy's monster meat! I wanted to vomit in the worst way; I'd never, EVER sucked a cock -- but I just choked and gagged. One of the others stepped up and slid his cock into Donna's mouth and finally got a portion of her attention, at least... The three of them were all monsters. I'd have to say that our new owner had a cock maybe nine inches long! Then the second guy -- the one now shoving his cock into Donna's face -- had an even longer one, but it tapered some, instead of being blunt. The third guy was the shortest, but he still had me by half, probably, and the thing was as thick as Donna's wrist! They settled a bit, and started giving instructions, and eventually, we both managed to get them into our throats -- a humiliating accomplishment for me, as I could look out of the corner of my eye and see about a hundred sick-looking guys ... Our new owner -- Harris? -- chuckled and made a comment about us both being suckers for black cock -- a good joke, if you weren't the butt of it ... Then he asked me to reach down and check Donna's twat to see if she was wet; well, she was, rough treatment and all. So our new master said, "Okay, Ed, give me a hand getting her ready for the main event," and he stepped back and pulled his cock out of my throat. I stood up and followed him as he circled around behind Donna and reached down to grab her hips and lift her into a position where she was standing bent over with the cock its owner called 'the Anaconda' moving in and out of her mouth. She was working at the sucking, too, I could tell, which hurt some -- but I knew it was supposed to. Harris moved her hips this way and that, looking for something in the way of position, I guess, then said, "Open up her cunt for me, Ed -- I want to get a look at it." Helpless and humiliated, I did as he asked, leaning over her back from the side and bending over her butt to open up her pussy lips. She was puffy, shocking pink and wet, which was gut-wrenching; she SHOULD have been bone dry and locked up tight! Then my new master said, "Yah, she's ready -- but I'm not. Slobber me up, Ed, so I get in good without hurtin' her much." And he shoved his cock in my face, and God help me, I opened my mouth and took the head of it in and tried to wet it with saliva. I looked up and to the side and could see that big woman sitting on her stool, looking sad for me. She flicked her eyes at the back of the room, and I knew she was reminding me that I could save my self-respect -- walk away, and not participate in the humiliation that was coming at me -- but I couldn't pay the price! I couldn't leave Donna, even if she WAS getting off on this scene, and I couldn't leave my kids... "That's good," my new master announced. "Do the honors, Ed. Put ol' Jake up there with his nose to her hole and give him a little pull so he gets his first taste of the ol' lady's pussy..." This was the ultimate humiliation. Things would never be the same between Donna and I after this -- and he insisted that I participate in the destruction of what had been our lives, our relationship. I was to do the deed, pull the switch -- pull a length of hard, black cock into my mate's vagina, giving away any rights I had to her forever. I froze up; my hands shook. I looked up at him and he looked back calmly. After a moment, he said, "Come on, Ed. It's over. It's a bitch, giving it up, but it's for the best..." With a shaking hand, I grasped the shaft of his cock, seated it at the opening to Donna's twat, and pulled, forcing the head inside. There was a massive groan -- and I realized that it wasn't just me. I looked up to take in the hundred or so witnesses to my moment of ultimate humiliation. I can't even begin to describe the pain... ------- Chapter 41 Ed: I'd like to be able to tell you that it was all downhill after that moment of ultimate humiliation -- but the rollercoaster ride wasn't NEAR over... "Aah! Shit, that's TIGHT, Man! You'd think she was a virgin!" My new master made a face, eyeing me, and I wondered if the remark was accidental or another perfectly delivered jab at my shrunken manhood. But he looked down and said, "Well..." and I looked down and realized I was hard, despite everything. I don't know when it happened, and I don't know why -- maybe the atmosphere was just too charged -- but I had an erection! "Move it back and forth," my Master directed, and I used my grip on his shaft to pump him in and out of a twat that had once belonged to me but didn't any longer. It hurt -- bad! But I managed to do it, mechanically... Slowly, the damned thing sank into her depths. When I couldn't fist it any longer, Harris took over and pumped himself into her, grunting and exclaiming at how tight Donna's sheath was. I leaned over her, watching her pussy lips hug my Master's cock on the out-stroke. Donna was making these "Oogh!" noises around the Anaconda and her hips were rolling beneath my hands; she was enjoying herself. Master finally seated himself fully, but moved slowly, grunting and grimacing. "Guess I'll enjoy this before it gets all bored out and sloppy," he grunted. "Give Coop a suck -- he's doin' without." You know, I didn't even think about refusing -- I just settled to my knees and took in Coop's beer can of a cock as best I could. "Coop, back off," Master directed. "Move it over here. Donna likes to watch Ed suck -- and he deserves to see this, don't he?" That put me next to Donna's head on her right, looking back at Master as he started to get a rhythm going, poking her twat. She could watch me try to suck Coop's mouth-stretching cock. "Run your tongue under the foreskin," Coop grunted. "I know you can't throat it -- nobody can. Just work it with your lips and tongue." I did as he asked, collecting some nasty stuff from under his foreskin in the process. Donna's hips were rolling and she was moaning emphatically around the Anaconda; the guy wasn't driving deep any more, but he was still pumping, cupping the back of Donna's head. Donna's reactions were a betrayal -- but she had no choice... Master looked down at me, "Ed, while you're down there, why don't you maul one of the old lady's tits a little? Ramp up her enjoyment..." There it was again -- a requirement to be a participant in my betrayal. But did it matter, at this point? The eye Donna watched me with was glazed with pleasure; she was already transported. I couldn't give her this -- not even half of it! Even if we were to leave this place and go off on our own, this incident would hang between us, including the compulsion she would have to repeat it -- and something else, something I couldn't bear to examine. I sucked Coop's monster meat for comfort, not wanting to face what THAT meant... The Anaconda went off first; it's owner backing off howling gutturally so that only the plum-colored head of it was in Donna's mouth. "He's shootin' You swallow every drop of his venom, bitch! You're poisoned now! You've got the black meat itch..." He laughed maniacally as his cock pulsed and Donna's throat worked and white goo made a ring around her lips. "Yah, suck it real gentle now -- it's sensitive. Make me enjoy it..." the man -- LaRue? -- crooned. Donna made love to the thing, visibly, and it was another knife in me, but I'd already been stabbed so many times I was nearly bled out -- or so I thought... When he stepped back, Donna turned empty eyes on me, urging, "Suck! Suck! Drink him! Do it! Drink his cum! Ogod! I'm gonna ... I'm gonna ... FUCK ME! AAAAAIIIIIEEEEEEEE!!!!!!" And her eyes rolled up and her legs shook and I watched her stomach contract as she got an orgasm the likes of which I'd probably never provided... "Yah! Shit! Get down there, Ed -- watch this!" Master yelled and Coop stepped back and grabbed my arm and I was under Donna, looking up, watching Master's balls twitch and the underside of his cock pulse as his seed poured deep into Donna's clutching cunt. He pulled back a bit and white goo foamed around her pussy lips before he shoved it back in, pumping it into her depths. "Play with my balls a little, Ed, gentle now! Make sure she gets all them little wigglers. That's probably her first black baby, there..." Somehow, he kept finding new places to make me hurt ... Tears ran down my face as I gently fondled his heavy balls, watching him pulse and pump, pushing his seed through the cervix to her womb -- but they mixed with the ones from when I was being choke-fucked, so probably no one but me noticed... "Go hook Coop back up," he directed, finally. "Donna's mouth ain't big enough." So I sucked and slavered at a glans the size and color of a large plum while Master let Donna slip to her knees before bringing his cum-slimed cock around for her to lovingly clean. When she was done, he stepped back and said, "Go on," and she crawled over to me, breathless, cheering me on, "Suck! Suck! Get his cum! That's so hot!" Her eyes were wild; an insane person had control of her body as she leaned forward, almost touching me, panting "Suck! Drink his cum! Get it ALL!" I looked down between her legs; white goo was dripping from her onto the floor. Her gaze followed mine and she wiped up some drops with a finger and then sucked it clean ... Coop began to dance and Donna croaked, "Play with his balls! Jack him! Finger his asshole!" I had NO IDEA where this was coming from; this crazy person was spouting ideas Donna had never shared with me! Coop went, "UUUUHHH!" and grabbed my head -- and his glans swelled in my mouth until I don't think he could have gotten it out past my teeth and began to spew long sprays of his jizz at the back of my throat. I coughed and choked but I couldn't go anywhere or do anything, so I merely swallowed... "Save some for me!" Insane Donna screeched, so I stopped actively clearing my mouth and held the remains. Coop's cock shrank a bit and he withdrew it and Donna leaned in to kiss me, her tongue searching in my sore mouth for Coop's product. I pushed a glob at her with my tongue and she sucked it in and went, "Mmmmm!" I couldn't believe it; she was totally gone ... She grasped Coop's slowly shrinking shaft and, unable to suck it directly, laved it with her tongue and rolled her lips over the surface. Somehow, she'd suddenly become a cum slut! Donna had given me head before on a few occasions, but it had never been that successful for either of us; I wondered what else I'd missed... "That thing ready?" Master grunted, pointing at the apparently recovered Anaconda. "Yeah," LaRue confirmed. "Up on the table, then." The Anaconda's owner settled himself on his back on a large table nearby. "Donna!" Master directed, snapping his fingers, "Climb up on there and fuck that!" Donna didn't argue; instead, she turned to me. "Help me up." I went over and knelt and gave her foot a stirrup and she climbed atop the table and eagerly settled over the Anaconda, reaching down and guiding it into her. "She's a fine little slut," Master commented. "I'm sure you'll miss that." "Master?" "You don't think you're gonna get any more of that, do you?" Master asked, incredulous. "Even if I got generous and let you, she don't want that little dick -- do you, Slut?" "Huh?" Donna looked down at us, then at me -- my crotch -- in particular. "What?" "Never mind," Master chuckled. "Fuck the man. I wanna see the Anaconda fill up your twat." Donna nodded, and squatting over him, put her hands on LaRue's shoulders and began pumping her ass up and down energetically. LaRue reached up and started mauling her tits and she started grunting and moaning, quietly but emphatically. "Coop's goin' next," Master related. "After that, she'll be too stretched out for you, anyway. She'll shrink back down to handle me, but I'll be holdin' her at that level. You'd have to go in sideways." He grinned at me and you'd have thought it wasn't malicious... "Lemme show you something." He turned to the woman. "You demo that milker yet, Chief?" "No..." The woman reached in a drawer and withdrew an item that had a ball and some stiff wire and a spiral wrap, then lank wire to a control box. "This kind of takes the edge off..." He pushed at my head. "Bend over." His big hand rubbed my cock, which was still hard. "Cute little thing," he mused. From behind me, he reached under and began winding the springy spiral around the shaft of my cock. There were several brass balls positioned at various points along the wire. Then, holding my testicles, he said, "Now this goes up your ass, but it's small ... Don't go nowhere if you want to keep your nuts." He forced the brass ball on the other end into my asshole; it was smooth and slick metal, so there wasn't much to fight, although, unprepared, I fought it a bit and it hurt. He slid it deep inside on its stiff mounting wire. "Okay, we're set. Somebody gimme a chair and a cup." Coop, grinning, came forward with a straight armchair. "Sit," Master directed. He ran the wires from the contraption out behind between the cheeks of my ass and plugged them into the control box. This was all right in front of Donna, who was still riding the Anaconda; at one point during the preparations, she threw an orgasm, loudly. Now she watched, wide-eyed, while her ass pumped up and down, assisted periodically by LaRue's hands when he wanted a change in tempo. "This is a milker," Master related. "When you aren't getting none, you tend to get tense. Whacking off only goes so far, but if we drain you dry, you might as well not have no balls for a couple of days, you know? So we use this. Hang on..." He turned the dial on the control box. Electricity -- literally -- shot from deep inside me -- probably around my prostate -- and up the shaft of my cock! It felt ... weird! I gripped the chair arms spastically. In just a second or two, cum began to spurt from my cock! Coop pushed it to the horizontal with a finger and held a cup over the end as I squirted and pulsed and squirted and pulsed ... At first, it resembled an orgasm, in many ways -- then it began to hurt ... I must have pumped for an entire minute, dribbling a quarter of a cup of semen into the plastic cup. Toward the end, it was agonizing, but my rock-hard cock COULDN'T go down... Master shut off the controller and my cock immediately shrank to a nub. Donna, still in the transports of whatever insanity she was afflicted with, laughed maniacally and reached for the cup, "Gimme!" "Nah, you don't want that old thin stuff!" Master told her. Handing me the cup, he said, "Drink it -- it's protein." I looked at Coop, who was showing every indication that he planned to tilt my head back and pour it in, and reluctantly raised the cup and swigged it down. "Raise up," Master directed, and he pulled the electrode out of my cringing ass. The wrap was free of my shrunken penis. "You'll be squared away for a few days, now. It gets kinda painful toward the end, don't it? Some guys use that a while and don't want to cum no more..." He patted me on the shoulder in mock sympathy. Donna was showing some signs of exhaustion; she had gotten three or four orgasms and didn't seem to have it in her to pump any more. "Lay down on LaRue, there, Honey," Master told her. "We've got something to help you recharge comin'." Then he clapped me on the shoulder. "Okay, Ed, I want you to go stick your tongue up Donna's ass for a bit." I eyed him nervously. "Go on, it'll be all right..." he assured me. Reluctantly, I got up from the chair, still shaky from my milking, and climbed up on the table between LaRue's legs and began gingerly licking Donna's anus. "Oh, get in there! Push it deep! It ain't that bad!" Master declaimed, pressing my face deep into her ass crack. Donna started to grunt and wiggle. "That's a good sign," Master approved. "Hey, Ed, play with LaRue's balls some -- Donna ain't giving him much and we want him hard. LaRue, you can swat Donna's ass occasionally -- just miss Ed's head, though -- he's busy doin' good work!" LaRue's big hand clapped Donna's ass next to my face -- and her asshole clutched my tongue. "So, Ed," Master asked conversationally, "Donna ever give up any ass to you?" I shook my head no as best I could. "So it's cherry?" Master confirmed. I managed to nod; LaRue swatted Donna's other ass cheek, making me jump. "Why, thanks, Ed, for saving that for me! You're all done for a minute, I guess. No, on second thought, hang around..." I got down and Master climbed up to replace me, jacking his meat. "Slobber on me a little," he said, turning to my side of the table. "It'll help her. You DO want to help..." I nodded and sucked him in and tried to work up some saliva. "If I go deep, you'll juice up..." he noted; I went ahead and choked myself on him, rather than having him control it. "Yah, that's good." I sucked and slobbered a short while and he said, "Okay," and backed off, then leaned down. "She ain't been too sympathetic, has she? Sure you don't want to help with this?" "How?" I croaked. "Help me feed her the meat -- just like you did in her pussy. This time it'll be gettin' a little back for the milking and some other shit she's done that pissed you off..." I don't know what came over me -- he was reading me pretty well, I guess. I'd been betrayed -- several times -- and there was anger there... "Okay." "Get up behind and help me push it in." Master directed. "Once it's in, there are a couple of assholes and a couple of sets of balls you can lick, while you're at it..." While I was processing this, he said, "Now!" He was holding his erection rigid at the base; I grabbed the front of the shaft behind the head and pushed... Donna screamed. Master kept coming, taking advantage of the opening I'd made. "Good job!" he hissed, and I realized I'd just given him something I'd never had, freely. "Coop, plug her mouth!" Master directed, and Coop climbed onto the table and stuck his erection in Donna's wide open mouth and started pumping; apparently, she COULD take it, if she had the proper incentives. "Lick!" Master directed, and started sawing in and out of Donna's asshole. I saw blood... "Now move that ass and get the Anaconda off, cunt!" Master snarled at Donna. I stood there, fidgeting. They were killing her! I looked around for help -- and found none -- only the woman. Again, she nodded her head toward the door at the back of the room -- but I'd come this far ... I got back up on the table and started looking for things to lick. Master was still fighting with Donna's asshole, but he was winning; her shrieks bothered me, but were getting quieter. I popped my head up; no, Coop wasn't choking her to death. She must have been getting used to it. Her asshole was definitely bleeding, but she was moving it. I licked Master's sweaty crack, then remembered my audience; I kept forgetting about them, but well, ultimately, they didn't matter, did they? This went on for a long time. After five minutes or so, Donna had stopped screaming and started moaning; sometime after that, I recognized pleasure in the moans. It took maybe ten more minutes before Master's balls started jumping and the goo around Donna's ass turned pink, but she howled when it happened and I'm pretty sure it was orgasm-driven. Master backed out of her ass and turned to me. "Clean it up, Ed." I went looking for something, but he added, "With your mouth." I stopped and looked at him, then looked at the woman, then looked at the door. I didn't think I could do it. "Finally hit the wall?" Master asked, his eyes narrowing. "You can do it -- the door is back there. But every time you want to see your kids I'm gonna want something from you, now. Every time, you're gonna have to suck dick until I get tired of watching -- in front of the kids. How long until the first one hits thirteen? With Daddy to watch and me to talk to about it, he won't be able to wait to wrap his lips around my pole. I'll have him all broken in by the time he flunks his CAP ... I'm not even worried about the girl; she'll be a slut like her mama." He waited. "Go on. How often do you plan to come around? Weekly? Once every couple of days? You're a cocksucker, Ed -- you're gonna need a fix..." It was Donna's shit -- I kept telling myself that as I slowly went to my knees. He came forward and I opened my mouth -- and gagged on the mess. It looked like chocolate mousse all along the top of his cock, but it wasn't that -- it was shit and blood and semen. I don't know how many times I tried and had to stop -- three? Five? Eventually, though, I managed to dilute it enough... When I was moving on him freely, he said, "Look up at me. We're not done. We're a hole short. Keep sucking, but stand up. Look me in the eye while the Anaconda comes to visit..." It was lubed. I'd have probably died if it hadn't been. As it was, I screamed and cried and swallowed Master's cock and grabbed his hips and my legs shook and my ass burned and burned and shredded and tore -- and the Anaconda just kept on coming... "We're gonna meet in the middle, Ed," Master grunted. I think I blacked out. When I came back, LaRue was holding my hips, moving in my ass, which had loosened up some. "Good, you're back," he grunted, "You was gettin' sloppy." He swatted me and I clenched around the Anaconda... "Can't stay on someone's dick without breathin' forever, you know..." I realized that Master was holding me up by the upper arms and his cock was bobbing below my face. Master waggled his hips, rubbing it on my face, "Want it?" I didn't think -- I just gobbled it up. My ass ... didn't hurt as much. There was a lot of residual burn and the Anaconda was rubbing a tear in my anus, but... "Donna!" Master snapped his fingers. "Sit on Coop's cock. You get that motherfucker in your slut pussy and you don't stop until he gets his nut, understand?" Donna nodded, but she was watching me; Coop stretched out on his back on the table and she straddled him -- and I watched her face work as she realized what she was in for. Coop's blunt instrument wasn't something you took in unprepared; only the fact that she'd had Master and the Anaconda allowed her to manage -- and that after a couple of minutes of feverish effort. "If his dick shrinks or gets soft, you're takin' it up the ass!" Master warned. Somehow, she corkscrewed herself onto it and got things going, grunting and whining, tears streaming down her face from the pain. But once she had him able to make short strokes, she turned back to me, that weird light in her eyes again. "You like it!" she hissed. Somehow, I reflected surprise. Master looked under me. "She's right -- your little pecker is all stiff -- after that milking! Ain't THAT somethin'... ?" It was something all right; something like the final degradation. My own body had betrayed me! "Pay attention, Slut!" Coop grated, and snapped his hips. Donna screamed; clearly, he'd sunk himself in unprepared territory. "Make me fucking enjoy it!" He snapped his hips again, and an inch and a half of his girth disappeared inside Donna -- and she screamed again. "Now MOVE!" Donna hunched and lifted herself; I watched her pussy lips hug the length of Coop's shaft. When she pushed back down, I don't think she made the same ground, but she was back up and back down and it looked like she re-took it on the next pass. Then she got serious about driving ... She was crying, but she pumped her legs and managed five inches or so per stroke -- and it increased slowly. "Chief, can we get another table?" Master asked. "We need a different position to do up this bitch right..." One materialized from somewhere. "Get up there on your back -- LaRue is gonna ride you missionary style. The Anaconda wants a different view." Weakly, I did as I was told; there was no fight in me. Hell, I liked it, didn't I? My cock said so, and my little head was simple, but honest ... LaRue pulled my ass to the edge of the table and the Anaconda nosed into my ass again; LaRue holding my legs up by bracing on the backs of my thighs. "Turn your head to the side," Master ordered, and he blocked my view of Donna crying and biting her lip as she absorbed more of Coop in her overstuffed pussy. "Wrong table placement," Master grunted at LaRue, who withdrew from my gaping ass while they picked the table up with me on it and positioned it as the top of a 'T' in front of Donna. Master asked me, "Can you see?" and I nodded and he turned to Donna and asked, "Can YOU see?" and she nodded, biting her lip and sniffling. "Everybody else can see the Anaconda in your ass and your mouth on my cock -- and her pussy trying to absorb Coop's shank..." Coop snapped his hips again and Donna howled and blubbered, but her ass was moving... They'd all gotten at least one nut, so it took FOREVER! Master started playing with my traitorous dick and I started moaning around his cock; Donna was starting to finally move easily, watching Master manipulate me with glowing eyes. The Anaconda started to hurt good and I knew the final barrier was about to be crossed; I couldn't think of anything they could do worse than make me cum from this ... It got better and better and I started moving my ass to get it to touch the places that felt best and I got tunnel vision and suddenly I locked up and I managed to shoot a weak stream of cum onto my chest while my ass clutched the Anaconda to it -- and LaRue hissed and grunted and snapped his hips three times and the Anaconda spat its venom into my colon ... And I moaned and grunted and -- yes -- enjoyed the sensations, knowing that, like Donna, I was ruined forever by it. Insane Donna clapped her hands, eyes glowing. "Leave me any?" Master asked LaRue. "Yah. Swat his ass a couple of times and it will tighten up -- won't it, Bitch?" I didn't say anything. Coop started lunging up from below on Donna; who handled it, but you could see it hurt. Well, she had no choice. Master slid his cock into my colon and the blunt head of it seemed to find my pleasure spots a lot more easily than the Anaconda had. Coop and Donna sped up; she seemed to get into the spirit of things suddenly. I think she had a full masochistic break, but then I was in no condition to analyze others. I clutched Master's cock and danced on it and moved and shuddered and if I could have, I'd have ejaculated again -- and Master added his flood to the Anaconda's a few moments later. "Pretty good ass," he muttered, backing off. I more or less expected to have to clean up again, but he didn't bother. Coop sat up on the table and picked up Donna and slammed her repeatedly against his crotch and her eyes rolled and she wailed as he roared and pumped gouts of his seed into her overstretched snatch. She was as limp as a rag doll when he finished -- but he dropped her and grabbed her by the hair and made her suck it clean. "I think we got what we came for," Master announced. He produced two leashes. "Get down on your hands and knees, sluts," he ordered, snapping them to our collars. "Out the side door." Weakly, we crawled through the door and out into the hallway, both of us dripping cum. I had nothing left to think with; the floor hurt my bare knees. Donna started laughing maniacally and someone yelled, "Medic!" And the lights went out. Jack: The smell of vomit hung heavy in the room, from too many sources to clean up quickly. The concubines weren't at attention; most of them looked ready to run at the first sign of provocation. Chief Stewart got up off her stool. "So, what went wrong? You!" The concubine in question visibly quailed. "He didn't leave?" "Is that what you're gonna tell your honey when you go home tonight, you little weiner?" Stewart challenged. "That you can't take the heat? Sorry, Hon -- I'm going out on my own..." Her eyes raked the crowd, "Was she worth it?" There was a voluntary response, a murmur -- a mixed murmur. Many thought the answer to that question was no; many weren't sure. A few said yes. "We don't know his motivations -- but I think she flunked the loyalty test. She also flunked the sponsor selection. How many of you realized that mixing it up with black guys was her idea -- that she actually wanted to go there?" A bunch of hands went up. "Donna had the black Mandingo superman thing on the brain -- and she endangered her whole family with it. Those guys knew what she wanted and knew they had an open opportunity to take it to the wall. By the way, if you were to meet them in a corridor on business you'd find out they're all sweethearts -- but when you play to the dark side -- and testing YOUR loyalty and flexibility will be doing just that -- teddy bears can turn into grizzlies!" She looked around. "Should he have stayed?" Again, there were mixed reviews. He was queer, anyway. He had no balls. He should have walked, early. He was foolish. "That was one of the bravest men I think I've ever seen!" Stewart roared. "In the first place, his CAP testing says that he's scared to death of blacks! In the second, despite public humiliation, again and again, he held fast and remembered the purpose of the exercise! And what is that?" Nobody seemed to know... "I feel sorry for EVERY ONE of your former spouses!" Stewart roared. "The object of the exercise was to STAY WITH HIS FAMILY! Did he succeed? You're GODDAMNED RIGHT he did! Will you?" She shook her head, disgusted, "Jeezus. Every time his sponsor stared him down and told him how it would be if he left, he stayed. Why was that? Because he wanted to be with his former spouse and kids! Frankly, I think it was mostly the kids, because the former spouse wasn't much of an incentive, the way she was acting. So he was there for his kids. And he'll probably STAY with his kids even if his new sponsor decides his former spouse is a worthless cunt and recycles her! Why? Because he's LOYAL!" She shook her head. "Let's try again. When did he fuck up? You!" "When, uh, he stepped in..." "Exactly! When he stepped forward to rescue his former spouse from rough treatment! Look, you little wieners, the old lady will end up making the decision about who you go to -- and if she fucks it up, YOU need to keep a cool head! Donna fucked it up -- she put BOTH of them in a snake pit! But Ed almost got himself killed when he tried to interfere. You CAN'T do that! If Crewman Harris had been alone, Ed would be dead, because the threat would have been allowed to develop and Harris would have acted on it. Fortunately, LaRue misinterpreted Ed's actions." She climbed back on her stool, "Eat shit or die? Show of hands -- who would rather eat shit?" She looked around at those with their hands down, "For the rest of you -- why don't we just kill you now and get it over with?" She shook her head. "You guys are too stupid to live!" Getting up from the stool, she took another crack at it. "What point did Harris rub Ed's nose in again and again? You!" She pointed at a young kid far in the back. "Donna wasn't his anymore!" the kid yelled back. "Woo hoo! There's ONE genius in the crowd! I ought to kiss you, Squirt!" Stewart shook her head. "When did Donna stop being Ed's?" "When Harris accepted her!" somebody yelled. "WRONG! Try again!" Stewart bellowed. Nobody seemed to have any idea... "Come on, haven't you been listening? When did YOU become a concubine?" Someone in the back hesitantly raised his hand, "When I stepped on that disk thing and came here?" "CORRECT!" Stewart roared. "So, when did you lose your old lady?" "Fuck!" somebody gasped. "When I stepped on the disk!" "Give the man a cigar!" Stewart whooped. "You are not married! You have no claim on the woman! You are currently together because you are a family unit and it is better for the kids -- but it's OVER! No matter WHAT! When she picks up a sponsor, whether he takes just her or both of you, the kids are your only valid link! The kids -- and ONLY the kids -- provide you with a reason to be in the same place at the same time! The new sponsor is sole owner of that pussy -- and YOU must have HIS permission to dip it! The fact that it belonged to you and you alone until day before yesterday is irrelevant -- it is the price you pay to be with your kids! If he tells you -- like he told Ed -- that your dick is never gonna see the inside of her twat again, take it as gospel and humbly ask him if he plans to make some kind of periodic relief available to you! This thing..." She held up the 'milker' " ... would generally NOT be considered an option, because most sponsors are male, too, and have some sympathy for your plight for that reason -- but piss him off and who knows WHAT you'll get! And you never know with females -- we can be vindictive..." Stewart smiled nastily. "Y'all get out of my sight -- NOW!" Concubines made a mad rush for the doors. ------- Chapter 42 Jack: We recorded that session and displayed it to every group of male concubines as close to simultaneously as we could. Those who managed to miss it were required to see it later. It was the ugliest thing I ever saw, bar none -- and I didn't ever want to see it's like done live again. I actually followed the group out the side door before coming back for Chief Stewart's closing questions; I don't think either Donna or Ed had their head on straight. That was trauma with a capital T! Once outside in the hallway, though, the medics gave them both injections to knock them out and shipped them to Medical for physical repairs. Mental ones, though ... I didn't know what was going to be possible. I headed up to Colonist Operations and made certain that the officer on watch had his crew on full alert and passed the baton properly to the other watches. If we hadn't managed to traumatize every male concubine aboard, we'd probably come damned close -- and there would probably be repercussions! After a half an hour or so, it was dinner time, so I headed back to my quarters to pick up my family, thankful that I didn't have a male concubine at this point. As the door to my quarters slid open, I heard Frieda's voice carol gaily, "Places, Girls!" I stopped for a moment while the four of them rushed to a location a few feet in front of me, and dropped into Presentation Position Three, all in a row, each smiling brightly at me over her shoulder. I have to tell you, four women waving their pussies at you, naked and ready, with big grins on their faces is NOT something you ignore! I thought my cock was going to rip through my uniform pants! I gazed at the four of them and moved forward to lovingly caress each rump, one after the other, before saying anything; when I could, I said, "I'm gonna carry this picture, engraved in my brain, until I die, I think. You girls..." I was choked up, actually! It took all of my willpower to stand back... "I'm going to do my best by each and every one of you tonight -- starting with YOU!" I pointed to Keisha, "but it's dinner time and we can't just fuck for four hours and not eat, so please shift to 'Attention' before I totally lose it!" They did so, reluctantly, it seemed. "God! If we didn't have kids to feed..." I moved forward and softened their disappointment by kissing each of them, slowly, starting with Frieda on my left and working my way past Beth and Tara to Keisha. Keisha didn't want to stop; she was shaking, and as aroused as any woman I'd ever been exposed to. I could smell her juices and she reached under me to rub my cock through my uniform pants as I kissed her hot, open, wet mouth. "P -- please... ?" she husked, as I released her lips. "C'mon, Master!" Frieda cajoled. "You've got a huge boner and she wants a suck SOO bad! Give her a little -- we'll get the kids ready." "Is that what you want?" I asked, holding Keisha's eyes with my own. She nodded, licking her lips, unable to speak. "All right, then. Beth, Tara, get the kids ready. Frieda, you can help Keisha. This won't take long..." I was so damned hot that I couldn't see me lasting long at all! Keisha went scrabbling for my fly -- but it wasn't a zipper. Confederacy Naval uniforms (at least in my district and a few others) were capable of being pressure suits in an emergency and were made of a special fabric that facilitated this. Everything sealed -- and the design of the fly was more like the old US Navy sailor's uniforms with the big drop flap instead of a zipper -- except, of course, it didn't button. "Relax, Hon," I gentled her, "Just pull that little tab and the seal will pop open and you'll have all the access you could ever want..." Keisha did so with shaking fingers and the flap dropped and Frieda exclaimed, "Kewl!" Keisha reached in with both hands, gently, to defeat my briefs -- and I assisted by popping the belt seal, allowing the trousers to separate and sag to my knees. Then Keisha had the thing in her soft, thick fingers and was leaning forward to inhale the musk generated in there by confinement and the arousing things that I had been witness to that day... "Lips and tongue, Sweetie -- start at the very tip," Frieda coached. "The flange of the head and right behind it are the most sensitive, I think, but the whole head comes next. The shaft just needs to know it's going deep, and you can trick it, if you have to." Keisha kissed my glans and then rolled her lips over it, sucking gently -- and I realized that she was going to be an INCREDIBLE cocksucker with very little in the way of instruction! Her thick soft lips and puffy cheeks were soft and wet and felt just AMAZING -- and she seemed to know just what to do, instinctively, with her tongue -- kind of rippling it against my frenum ... I groaned -- LOUDLY -- and fought to avoid the temptation to just grab her head and pump ... Then she backed off fairly slowly and came back, and a bit beyond, then backed off again. She started going "Mmmmp!" in tune to her movements and Frieda giggled, "Yeah, humming is a good thing..." I thought the nerves in my cock were going to go insane; I kept re-estimating the length of time before I started to shoot downward, a bit more with every stroke of her lips on my shaft! Looking down, I could see the reason for the noises; Frieda had her hand between Keisha's legs, working. But Keisha had started out with her pudgy fingers around the base of my shaft, and now they were sliding along the back side of my scrotum while her mouth took in most of the length her hand had previously covered and I was touching the back of her throat! Keisha had a great rhythm going and wasn't abusing herself; she was taking it easy as she pulled in my length, but clamping down -- just with her lips -- as she backed off. She didn't seem to NEED instruction; I had to wonder if she had given blowjobs to protect her virginity. If so, she must have given a BUNCH of them... The "Mmmmp!" noises were getting more urgent; Keisha wasn't speeding up, just getting more emphatic about things. I figured Frieda had her clit targeted. But she DID seem to be going deeper, and her fingers were sliding from the bottom of my ball sack halfway up my perineum, stroking gently. I was starting to feel the first rumblings leading to a loss of containment... Then Keisha went "Mmmmmmaaaaguk!" and as her mouth opened, her throat did, too! Then she swallowed -- twice -- with me embedded, and it was as if she'd popped the top on my cum container! I went "HUUUUUUUHHHHH!!!!" and she backed off just in time to lock her lips around the flange of my glans before I made like a fire hose! I grabbed her head in both hands and pumped short strokes between her lips in synch with the shots I was firing at the back of her mouth for the five or six major pulses; I couldn't see anything but stars ... Keisha let go of me with her mouth; she was shaking and her head popped up and she howled, "WOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!" and shook like a leaf -- and Frieda gasped, "Jeezus!" as fluid splashed on the floor, having poured over the hand she was diddling Keisha's clit with. Keisha clung to my thighs, panting, then recaptured my cock, gently sucking until I couldn't stand any more. Gently breaking her grip and staggering back, I said, "How many of THOSE have you given out?" Keisha smacked her lips. "Just the one." "I'd have said hundreds, from the technique!" "I watched a few," Keisha replied, as I helped her up. "My brothers, well, they ain't nice. Girls would come around wantin' a fix and pay off that way. My brothers would have me watch to make 'em feel bad. Usually they put 'em out to hook, afterwards. Either one of my brothers woulda grabbed my head and jammed me." "I didn't see any reason," I related. "You were doing a helluva job!" "Well, Frieda fixed ME up!" Keisha chuckled, embarrassed, "I don't think I EVER got a cum like that!" She looked at the floor. "I better clean it up." With that, she headed off to the kitchen. I heard her ask the AI where the towels were as I put my uniform back together. Frieda knelt grinning at me. "Pretty good?" "Great, actually!" "I thought she would get distracted, but she made like a Hoover the whole time..." Frieda said. "Well, you CERTAINLY distracted her!" I replied, "Your timing was just about perfect, though." "I think it was all her," Frieda demurred. "She's ready. She's MORE than ready!" "She goes first, tonight," I promised. "After that, whatever I have left over, I'll spread around." I shut up as Keisha came back with a wipe to collect her small puddle of drippings, muttering about weird ways of cleaning. Minutes later, we were all queued up and ready to leave. "Abe, there are gonna be a LOT of freshly naked and embarrassed women at mess tonight. Try not to go overboard," I cautioned. "Some of 'em might not be fun to look at, but try not to embarrass them." "Okay." Abe seemed philosophical about it and I reflected that the current crew wouldn't win any beauty pageants -- but then, that's not what they were for ... Tara was looking younger and everyone was looking healthier and Beth was looking a bit firmer, here and there, but I hadn't ordered anything radical. "Let's go." I led them out. A chunk of the Brinkman contingent and a couple of other collections were at mess when we got there -- and more filtered in, after -- most noticeably, Oliver -- and Vera! "What's this?" Vera was in a sponsor coverall! She came forward, smiling. "Thank you, Jack! You fixed me!" "I did?" "Well, you helped -- a lot!" I looked back and forth from her to Ollie, confused, and she sighed. "I'm getting tired of talking about it. Hiding from everyone else meant I was hiding from ME! I had issues. Being made to face things allowed me to fix them." She dimpled. "I'm going to be a madam!" I chuckled and shook my head. Maureen, standing nearby with Tony, shook her head. "I'm SOOO embarrassed!" "How is THIS working?" I asked, waving at Tony. "Fine, when you guys aren't scaring him to death! What the Hell was that, anyway?" Maureen rasped. "An object lesson," I replied. "I didn't prepare it -- someone else did. We recorded it so we wouldn't have to do anything like that again." "What's this?" Oliver asked. "We put on a rather horrible demonstration of almost everything that could happen to a male concubine if the mother of his children managed to select the wrong sponsor to kneel up to. It's a classic if you're into humiliating and degrading people." "I'll say!" Dave Chambers came up and joined the conversation. "Young Antonio is hiding in my quarters, afraid that female will find him in a corridor somewhere and cut his balls off!" "Oh!" I clapped my forehead. "Was HE the one... ?" "Yes," Dave nodded tightly. "I've been circumspect, but Oliver knows -- I'm bisexual. There doesn't really seem to be any further reason to hide it." Behind him stood a thirty-something female with a small boy's hand in hers. "Your wife?" I asked. "Secretary," Dave replied. "My lifestyle wasn't something that pleased women, on Earth. I was unmarried. Peg understands -- and she HAS to put up with it -- don't you, Dear?" "Yes, Dave." "I'd planned on spending this evening with Peg and young Rory, there, but Antonio is traumatized..." Dave muttered. "Sorry. Believe it or not, we're trying to save lives," I apologized. "Well, I'm not sure that killing a male concubine's spirit is the right way to go," Dave grunted. He nodded at an area near the wall where a big bear of a man was helping an older black man to get down on his knees. "Those were valuable employees -- I don't know what they are, now." "Big Mike," Oliver grunted. "And poor Cletus." Vera: "Big Mike? Cletus? Who are they?" I asked. "Big Mike was our facilities manager," Dave related. "Cletus was a janitor. Nice old guy. I'm not sure we did him any favors." I took a look. Cletus was settling back on arthritic knees -- but the thing that caught my attention was the six inches of tapered cock hanging flaccid between them! How big would that thing get if erect? Big Mike was a bear; he might be cuddly, like the Major. I made mental note to let the Major know that I continued to be available to him, but put it on the back burner. "Maybe I can," I announced. "Ollie..." Oliver worked his way through it with no more of a hint than that. "It's really your prerogative, Dear. They're nice fellows. Cletus is especially pleasant." "Excuse me." I backed out of the group and headed for where the pair had parked themselves near the wall. "Hello, boys!" Both looked wary. "Ma'am." Cletus nodded. "Nobody's mistaken me for a boy in quite some time, but I'll accept it in the spirit in which you offered it." "Well, if you get hooked up, we can probably move your age back to fifteen or so," I challenged. Cletus chuckled. "Wouldn't THAT be scary!" Big Mike, cautious, asked, "Can I help you?" I pursed my lips. "I hear they tried to scare you all to death." "Tried?" Mike returned. "Succeeded, more like. That poor mother ... Sorry. They turned that guy every which way but loose -- and made him miserable in the process. I'm glad I cut Maggie loose when I did -- not that I think she'd have done that to me, but I'm not sure SHE could have handled that crap." "Um, yeah, concubines can catch it if they're not careful," I offered, "even female ones." Mike looked at my outfit. "I guess you'd have missed out on that." "Actually, I didn't," I replied. "I'm a bit of a miracle. This morning, I was naked and wearing a collar. Last night, well, never mind. Suffice it to say that I've seen how the other half lives." I stuck out my hand. "You don't know me, because I never came to any Foundation functions. My name is Vera Hopkins. Up until recently, I was Dr. Hopkins' wife." Cletus struggled up a bit to take my hand. "Pleased to meet you." Mike followed suit. "So what are you now?" Mike asked, cocking his head. He flicked a glance at Oliver, who was watching from some distance. "Well, I'm going to be in the Civil Service," I replied. "I guess I'll be something of a therapist. I was a concubine for a few days, up to this morning; frankly, it helped me more than it hurt, despite the adventures involved." "Adventures..." Mike grunted. Cletus gave him the eye. I could understand; I wouldn't be any too trusting of me, either. "Yeah, let's see -- I had sex with four men in a public bar on -- Thursday, I think it was, and I got the living shit beaten out of me with a riding crop, and last night I went around the world with a couple of Navy men..." I mused. "And today, you're a sponsor?" Cletus scratched his head. "Some women are fucked up about sex," I related. "I was. I liked it, but I avoided it because I figured it would be the end of my marriage and family. Weirdly, all of the things I've had to do in the last week turned me around. Trust me, you're no more surprised than I am." "Okay," Mike nodded. "What can we do for you?" "Well, Dr. Chambers has indicated that he would like to have concubine selection be more or less in-house, initially, if possible. I was told that you two have a problem..." "More like we ARE a problem," Cletus chuckled. "Yeah, well, I have four concubine slots," I continued, "and at least two -- and maybe three -- of them I want to be male." Cletus cocked his head. "That many?" "What about the Doc?" Mike asked. "Well..." I grimaced. "You see, it's like this. I like sex -- more or less by the truckload. THAT's what I was dealing with. I like to have three or four guys ... I can wear one guy out. So I need to carry more than one. Ollie is going to get six or eight women -- and although I hope to spend many more nights in his bed, he's going to be distracted. So I need MY distractions -- which is where you two come in. Can you share?" The two of them gave each other a look. "Um, maybe we should start with 'is either of you gay?' Straight is good and bisexual is okay and might come in handy -- but gay would be a problem. Be honest, now." "I ain't gay," Cletus grunted. "Me neither," Mike echoed. "All right," I mused. "Whether you're bisexual or not seems to be a touchy issue, so I'll clarify my first question. Could you share ME?" The pair looked at one another. "Between us, or with other guys?" Mike asked. "Both," I replied. "Women, too, probably." Cletus made a face. "This is kinda academic, Ma'am. I ain't exactly Superman." "Were you at, say, twenty-five?" I asked. "I did okay..." "Then you will be," I assured him. Cletus shrugged. "I got no problem if you don't. Usually the woman calls the tune." "Um, that reminds me -- I'm in the process of getting some improvements, but they won't be much," I advised them. "It's sort of my job to look, um ... well, not like a swimsuit model. I'm going to be counseling women with poor self-images; it helps if you can come from the same direction. Besides, I have it on good authority that skinny women can't take the heat like I can." Cletus grunted. "You get older, you get wiser -- or maybe it's just less picky. In any case, I learned a while back to appreciate women with meat on their bones -- too bad it was after I wasn't of interest to nobody any more." He looked at Mike. "You ain't said much." Mike eyed me. "You're serious?" "Yes," I agreed, "Your friends and colleagues have vouched for you..." "What would I have to do besides, you know, sex?" "Well, that's not clear," I admitted. "Help around the house? Maybe do some stuff outside the home. Maybe even do more or less what you were..." I paused a moment, thinking. "Remember that I share a household with Ollie -- at least for now. There will be plenty of females doing housework and such. You might have to do some more male-oriented stuff, maybe help out with the child rearing..." I thought some more, "Actually, I don't think I'm supposed to be negotiating, really." Mike shrugged. "It was a shot. I'm pretty straight and I can think of some things that would squick me -- like taking one up the ass." "Sounds like a waste of a perfectly good cock to me!" I grinned. "So do you want to talk about it?" "Yeah, sure. It's the best offer I've had in a while," Mike grunted. "Cletus?" "I could say the same -- and I will, for that matter!" "Let's go eat, then," I told them. "We'll do it like humans do -- no dog dishes or kneeling or whatever. Tables work for me." "I'm liking this better already!" Cletus exclaimed, climbing to his feet. I led them back to the table and seated them next to me; everybody treated them civilly. Jack suggested that I conduct interviews in one of the suites set up for it; I asked Ollie if he wanted to come along, and he almost begged off, but agreed at the last minute. We took Britney with us, but sent Judith home to work on her 'personal ad.' Mike apologized for being touchy, but said, "Have you seen that video?" "No." Neither Ollie nor I had... the AI announced. "By all means..." Ollie murmured. It seemed like any wall area of any size at all could be used to project two-dimensional video -- and they actually had a 3-D holographic representation of this thing available. We settled for 2-D -- and it was PLENTY, let me tell you! I was AMAZED that poor man put up with all that to stay with his kids; as for his ex wife, well, she was home for sure, apparently ... Ollie left the room, unable to watch; when it was over, I went and got him in the adjoining room. Oddly, Britney sat through the thing -- and looked aroused. "That was ... criminal!" Ollie erupted upon his return. "Was Jack at the bottom of this?" the AI insisted. "Perhaps not," Ollie growled, "But as a male I find it difficult to treat that logically." "And you didn't see it all!" Mike added. "You KNOW they did his ass, right? In front of his woman?" "I'm not surprised..." Ollie shuddered. "Let's talk to Mike, first," I said, moving things along. "Cletus, if you would step into the next room?" "Certainly, Ma'am." Cletus hobbled out. I knew I was keeping Cletus -- if for no other reason than I wanted to see him unbent. He was polite to a fault and ... earthy. We clicked. Mike, on the other hand, hadn't let down his guard. "So, Mike," I murmured. "Can you fuck old fat women?" I climbed out of my coverall. Mike's cock answered for him, before he opened his mouth. "Yes, Ma'am. I can surely do that." "Okay, Hon, it's just us chickens -- you can tell us what squicks you," I said gently. "Look, maybe I sound like a prick, and I know I should be grateful for small favors and all that, but I'm straight. I don't do gay stuff. I'd rather not be somewhere where someone expects me to suck a dick or take one up the ass." "Mike, I'll be straight with you," I replied, "If Ollie has a gay bone in his body, he hasn't revealed it to me -- and I'm going to be your primary sex partner. Other things are on the table -- I might need your assistance with other women, and you might be called on to help Ollie out every once in a while. That said, if we don't work out for some reason, you might have to make the kind of choices they showed in the video. I think that female sergeant or whatever she was summed it up -- if it comes to a choice between eating shit and dying, which side are you going to come down on?" "I'd rather not..." Mike looked away. "It's not a question of what you WANT, Honey!" I insisted. "That guy didn't WANT to do those things! What are you gonna do?" Mike sat and stewed. "Okay, well, I'll eat shit -- once. Based upon taste, I'll choose again, the second time." "Okay, Honey," I said gently. 'I was just making a point. Ollie and I aren't interested in your ass -- except maybe I might want to lick it -- and Ollie isn't interested in your mouth -- are you, Dear?" "Not at all," Ollie agreed. "Let me ask you, Honey -- if, in the heat of the moment a male OFFERED you HIS ass or HIS mouth, then what?" I asked Mike. Mike grimaced. "Taking it would kind of make me two-faced, wouldn't it?" "We're all aware that there is a submission involved in the offer," Ollie said dryly. "But the problem is that Mike is in no position to establish dominance," I pointed out. "Still, leaving out all of the psych mumbo-jumbo -- you're in a scene with a woman and his spouse and they're submitting to me, for whatever reason. And I need for you to do him, one way or the other -- no requirement to give any back involved. Could you?" "Yeah." Mike looked hangdog. "What if it was just offered?" I pressed. "Can I say no?" "Would you be rude about it? Or polite? What if he's insistent?" I pressed. "I dunno. I'd avoid it if at all possible. I'd try to be polite." "What if I made the decision for you?" I asked. "Then that's out of my hands..." I sat back. "I'm sorry, Hon, but I needed to know just how homophobic you are. I couldn't have you beating up some poor guy who thinks his only chance of staying with his kids is to bend over and ask you to poke him..." Mike blinked a couple of times. "Yeah, I get that." "I think we've hit the limits of what would be expected, Mike," I murmured. "Are we still talking?" He nodded. "Yeah." "You may end up doing something similar to your old job," Ollie pointed out. "We're trying to maintain the integrity of the Brinkman group. But there have been changes -- office politics are unlikely to remain the same. Doctor Chambers is bisexual -- were you aware of that?" "Uh, no, not really." "Personally, it would probably be irrelevant. You belong to Vera and Dr. Chambers has no access to you without her permission. But he's taken on young Antonio Vargas..." "And he's admitted that he's gay," Mike muttered. "Exactly. So you might stumble upon one or the other of them being serviced..." "I don't have to hang out and watch," Mike replied. "I wouldn't puke or anything, if I found Tony sucking Dr. Chambers' dick." "What if you're invited?" "I have to have permission from, uh, Vera, right?" "Yes you do," I reentered the conversation. "And I can define what you can and can't do. In this case, if either of them wanted your cock, I might allow it -- but I can tell them to stay away from your other parts." "That'd work..." Mike was truly uncomfortable. It was time to move on. "As I indicated, we don't see you doing oral or anal sex, Hon. We're just trying to feel you out over what happens if an exception to the rule crops up." "Maybe, after some exposure to it..." Mike waved a hand. "That's plenty good enough for me, Hon. Home for you is one of MY holes! Um, sorry, Ollie..." I apologized. Ollie grimaced. "I'm aware. I think highly of Mike -- and Cletus, for that matter. I'd rather have them in this position than just anyone." "So, Mike? It's up to you," I said, turning back to him. "I'm in." Mike sat back. ------- Cletus was easier. "Ma'am, I'll be frank, because I can see it's an issue. I done all that stuff, one time or another. Didn't seem like there was enough pussy out there when I was a young 'un, so me and a couple of buddies felt each other out -- very carefully, the way bein' queer got you treated back then -- and, well, like I said, I done it all. Then once I got too old to be of any interest to women, I fell back on it for a while, before my blood pressure medication set me back and I gave up on sex pretty much permanently. I prefer pussy, but I can do it -- when I can do anything at all, that is." "We'll fix that," I replied confidently, "Right?" the AI replied. "Huh! I bet!" I laughed. "How big does that thing get, Cletus?" "Too big!" Cletus grunted. "Ten, eleven inches. I've lost opportunities over it -- women take one look and say 'no thanks!' You hafta learn to take it easy..." "Well, I'm not concerned," I told him. "I'm looking forward to it!" Ollie grimaced, but I didn't let him get away with it. "Don't let Ollie fool you -- he's got over eight inches -- and he gave me four children already!" the AI announced. "Good idea!" I turned to Ollie. "I'll take the boys to Medical; you can take Britney home and check on Judith, okay?" "Fine," Ollie replied. "Britney?" He waved her toward the door. "Like marriage?" Cletus chuckled. "I do." Cletus and I eyed one another -- had the AI made a joke? I snorted a giggle. "Let's get Mike out of the other room and go to Medical." ------- Chapter 43 Bernie Rawlins: Friday had been wild, and Saturday hadn't been much better. We'd had to settle in and learn this and that and keep the kids from freaking out and generally catch our collective breaths. I'd slept both nights with Felicity -- and she wanted a lot of comfort -- but then, the same could be said for Jerry and Patty. I'd not said anything much to Trinity -- or young Harrah, especially --about their situation. But I'd come home to three naked women after my briefings -- four, actually, since Susan, in a gesture of solidarity with her girlfriend, was going nude, the only difference for her being that she had a wristband instead of a collar. We went to dinner with the others and there were a whole lot of freshly embarrassed naked women running around, of all ages -- a significant distraction, but we managed to get through dinner, despite Jerry's almost constant, "Daddy, why is So-and-So naked?" -- starting with Mommy and Aunt Trini, of course, but he hit everyone whose name he was aware of for a while. Felicity tried to get by with, "It's the new fashion, Honey," but that didn't work once we hit the Mess; Jerry laid eyes on a couple of the women and said, "The new fashion looks good on you, Mommy, but SHE shouldn't wear it!" -- pointing at someone's mother. The poor woman involved burst into tears! I spent most of dinner trying to explain that it was one of the new changes in our lives, and how it was related to several other changes -- and that it really wasn't polite to embarrass people regarding their looks. After dinner, we returned to our quarters and I'd hoped to get some peace, but the AI announced itself, "I ... hadn't made up my mind, actually," I replied, having noted that Felicity, Trinity, and Harrah showed signs of being included in the conversation. "Well, I have with Felicity..." "It is." I was embarrassed; I should have done it earlier. "Yes!" I frowned. "Do I have to make this decision tonight?" Felicity didn't like that -- and neither did Trinity; Harrah just looked scared. "Ber-nieeee!" Felicity stamped her flip-flop shod foot. "Not just yet." I waved a finger at her and looked angry. Felicity was a bit high-strung; she was obviously going to have to get control over that. As it was, she stood there, eyes huge, her hand covering her mouth. "I think the warning suffices for now. How long do I have to decide?" I asked. "Do they have to go anywhere in the interim?" I asked. the AI related. "Daddy!" Susan erupted, "Why don't you want them?" "I thought one or both of them might do better," I replied. "I'm not the only fish in the sea. AI, what is my headcount, anyway?" the AI replied. Trinity came forward. "Bernie, I can't DO better! If I tried, I'd fuck it up!" she insisted, kneeling before me. "I've known for YEARS that Felicity got the smartest, nicest, sexiest, most decent guy in town! If I go out looking, I'll just end up with another loser!" She moved into Presentation One. "Please, " she begged, offering her breasts -- which were very similar to Felicity's and maybe just a touch larger, "I know that if you take me, you can have anything you want, so I have nothing to offer -- except my willingness to DO anything you want -- and smile..." "I'm sure you..." I began. "No I can't, Bernie! You KNOW that! How many guys have I gone through in the last few years? Even the couple I married were dogs! I honestly can't tell a jerk from a nice guy! But I know Felicity can -- I've seen the results! PLEEEASE! Let me suck you -- or fuck you -- or give you a rim job, or a prostate massage, or take it up the ass -- I know things Felicity doesn't know about a LOT of things -- that's the one benefit I got out of all those losers! I know ... nasty things ... pleasures ... stuff nice guys don't ask for..." Her expression shifted to sultry. I flashed a look at Felicity, who looked positively horrified! "Trini! My God!" "I'll teach you, Sis! He'll be so happy..." Trinity developed a sniffle, turning back to me. "PLEEEASE! Try me out, anyway!" "I ... Well, all right..." "Oh, thank you, thank you!!!" Trinity wrapped her arms around my legs, immobilizing me with her face in my crotch. "Daddy!" Susan stepped up on my right and got right in my face. "What about Harrah?" "Sweetie," I replied, trying to be diplomatic, "Why me? Why not some nice young guy..." "Daddy, what do you plan to do with ME?" Susan challenged. "I plan for you to make over six point five, actually," I replied. "And if I don't?" "Well, your mother and I discussed..." "Me staying here?" Susan finished. "Well, yes -- but that would be YOUR decision -- I would only offer it as an option," I explained. "But Harrah would be gone!" Susan insisted, "And I'd have to find her and hope she found someone halfway decent who could take BOTH of us! Daddy, that just DOESN'T WORK! It's too complicated!" "Susie," Harrah put her hand on Susan's forearm. "I'm HERE -- that's a lot more than I had a right to ask! Your daddy already saved my life! We don't have to burden him..." "You could at least try her out!" Susan rounded on me. "But..." I turned to Harrah. "What do you know about sex -- first-hand?" "Well, nothing, first-hand..." Harrah admitted. "You're a virgin, then?" "Yes." The girl colored. Her being a redhead, we're talking cherry red. I turned to Susan. "She has no experience -- but she has her virginity. That's a selling point, I bet. If I take it, trying her out, she could lose out on that value!" "What about blowjobs?" Trinity offered. "I could teach her! I could give Sis pointers while I do it! Can you deep throat, Sis?" She cocked her head, eyeing me, and added slyly, "I can teach Susan, too -- she's thirteen..." The flash of lust that went through me embarrassed me! My own daughter? Sure, Felicity and I had talked about it -- and even treated it as a fantasy a couple of times. But the reality -- well, I hadn't entertained it until that moment. Trinity delivered on her promises right then, her sultry look telling me that she'd seen right through me. Yes, undoubtedly she had things she could teach Felicity ... and learning them would likely mean going over to the Dark Side ... She knew she had me, too; I stood frozen as she turned to Harrah and said, "Come here, Dear, let me show you an important tool you need to have in your kit ... Susan, you, too, Honey!" Then she cocked her head at Felicity, "Coming, Sis?" Trinity: I knew I had him when I saw the flash of expression flick across his face. He was fast, but I know male lust when I see it! I'm the oldest -- but not the smartest -- girl in my family. I tend to go where my pussy leads me -- not the smartest thing, I know, but I'm high-strung and highly sexed and when a man smells it and assumes control, I tend to get carried away. Sex always seems to be out in front of love for me. Maybe worse is the fact that if a guy doesn't take no for an answer, I generally don't slap him and scream rape -- I kind of like it a little rough, sometimes. This kind of thing, though, tends to attract the kind of guy who doesn't go away -- and isn't terribly nice in the first place. It's happened to me a dozen times, at least; I'll go out, make an initial connection with a guy -- usually for the wrong reasons -- go back to his place, and things escalate to sex. Somewhere in there, he asserts himself when I start thinking about bailing -- and I roll over. Next thing I know, we're living together -- and he's a rat bastard and I can't get away until something external happens, like he gets locked up. Guys like that want things. They want to stick their cock up your ass, or they want to choke-fuck you, or they want to share you with five of their closest friends. At the very least, they want to use you as a punching bag when they're pissed about something. I learned some additional skills and I learned to dole them out, one at a time, when things got rough, to get me over a bad patch. I learned that if you have a girlfriend or two who are into the same stupid shit you are, it sometimes helps you get out of something -- because guys -- especially THAT type of guys -- like fresh meat... Felicity, on the other hand, is the smart one. Oh, she likes her sex -- all of the girls in my family do -- but she's pickier about who she hands it out to. When she hunted down Bernie at college, I wasn't impressed -- but over the next fifteen years, while I got older, but not wiser, I watched her very happily pump out three kids -- while telling me that the sex was good enough that she could have stayed barefoot and preggers constantly, but it would have been a drain on the family budget and seven or eight kids would have made her too tired to fuck. She and Bernie -- who I discovered early on had a VERY nice cock -- (at the swimming pool, Silly -- Bernie didn't fuck around) -- had a nice house and a couple of nice cars and in general, a nice life -- while I moved from place to place and had my bank account drained regularly by male freeloaders and thieves... So here I was, finally with a chance to get a grip on the brass ring with the real thing -- even if I did have to share it. I was going to pull out all the stops and be indispensible -- and Phase One was to get Susan and her skinny little girlfriend on my side... We'd gotten the rules just that afternoon -- and most of them were old hat for Sis. Why? Because Bernie EXPECTED to get picked up, and made sure she was educated! It was just another example of what she'd done right ... Anyway, incest was okay, which cleared the decks for both Susan and me, and kids could do some sexual activity at thirteen. Blowjobs were DEFINITELY on the okay list ... When Susie brought the whole thing up, she was using it for something else, but I could turn it around ... And when Bernie lit up, I knew I had a handle! The only problem would be Susie; she might balk when push came to shove and talking about doing Daddy became actually DOING Daddy... But Harrah settled onto her knees beside me and looked up at her, and Susan came right up, only mildly hesitant. I reached over and squeezed her hand while I got Sis in the game; Sis came around and bracketed her. I knew that she enjoyed herself with Bernie a lot, but Sis hadn't done much that wasn't plain vanilla -- and that made openings for me... "All right, then! Let's see what we've got to work with!" I announced, reaching for Bernie's fly. I was pretty pleased; Bernie was a real guy, after all, not something you stood on a pedestal. We were gonna make some ground here ... Going somewhere just didn't occur to him -- not with four women knelt up before him and a blowjob in the offing. I got his cock out; it was like stone already. "Oh, this is NICE!" I reported in my role as teacher. "Girls, you're looking at a somewhat larger than average cock, here. Bernie doesn't have a foreskin, which kind of simplifies things, in that we don't have to get it out of the way of the head, or glans -- but it also means we can't just slide that back and forth to masturbate him. Here, take a look..." I waved it in front of young Harrah's nose and then Susan's, not bothering with Sis -- who had BETTER know what it looks like! "Now, go ahead and touch it -- see how cushy the head is? The shaft is hard, so he can get it in there and not worry about not getting in deep, but the head is soft so it doesn't hurt to poke your pussy. It's one of those biological miracles of engineering..." I went on to describe the parts, and what was likely to be most sensitive, and where the cum came out... "You see that he's getting a little drippy, right? That's not really cum -- it's what they call pre-cum. It's a lubricant. It's just like when you get wet when you're aroused -- you're lubing up for this thing, so it will side right in and work like a piston ... Time to take a lick -- just roll your tongue over the tip to get used to it." Harrah leaned in and did so, then backed off, giggling. Susan leaned in to do the same and I watched Bernie out of the corner of my eye; he was totally into the whole thing. "I'm thinking Momma knows how..." I offered, and Sis blushed and nodded. "We'll hold the advanced stuff for her." Sis didn't know it, but she wasn't gonna get shit; I was going to let the girls get Bernie to the melting point, then demonstrate my patented corkscrew suck -- and snowball the load to the girls when he blew off in my mouth. Deep-throat class could wait until later, when Bernie was fully commited and the three of us had a dick to play with regularly. It went just like that, too. I walked the girls through sucking the head, and whirling their tongues around it, and washing that sensitive spot at the base of the glans. Bernie was dancing and puffing by the time Susie went through her demo suck, so I knew we were on the right track. Then we went to taking it straight down as far as you can and pumping the shaft -- and Harrah made good grades. Sis leaned in to offer a couple of pointers while Susie sucked her daddy's cock in and Bernie's eyes started getting big. I said, "Now watch this -- you might have seen it in porno flicks..." And Susie surrendered Bernie's erection and I popped it in my mouth and started pumping on it, corkscrewing my head and neck -- and Bernie went, "AAWWWW!!" and started dancing and as his cock started to pulse I backed off to the point that it was resting on my tongue and shooting into my mouth, fully visible to the girls, who were wide-eyed. "Wow!" Harrah gasped. "Jeez!" Susie echoed. I tickled Bernie's frenum with my tongue until he stopped pulsing, then backed off and beckoned Harrah. She freaked when I leaned in to lock lips but I shoveled some cum into her mouth and backed off. Susie got it; she leaned right in for hers. "You need to know how it tastes," I explained, once my mouth was empty. Bernie stood there, gaping like a fish while the almost titless fourteen-year-old -- AND his daughter -- played with their dribbles of cum. I went back to him at that point and sucked him in and caressed his sensitive pecker with my lips until he couldn't stand it any more, then held onto the shaft while I explained to the girls, "They get super-sensitive after a cum, just like we do. You can extend their enjoyment for a while if you're careful about overloading them ... Right, Sis?" Felicity went, "Uh huh!" and nodded sagely -- and I knew she'd never even thought of it... Grinning slyly, I eyed Bernie sidelong, "So, uh..." "Okay, okay ... Both of you, I guess." Bernie croaked. "You'll never regret it, Sweetie!" I promised. "Harrah, you go first -- the man accepted you..." "Oh, thank you!" Harrah was up hugging Bernie when the AI declared that we were both recorded as being hooked up, too. She stepped back and I slid into his arms and whispered, "I know somebody who is gonna get his daughters cherry on her fourteenth birthday..." "You're baaad..." Bernie whispered back, eyeing Sis. "But I'm right..." I nuzzled his neck and stepped back. "Can we all go try out the bed now, Master?" I let Sis get the first fuck, cowgirl style, while Bernie fingered young pussies. I played with her asshole -- and she got off three times. I couldn't have her feeling left out... Gina Tafarelli: It's been a nightmare! Well, maybe it hasn't, quite, but it seems like things could collapse at any moment. I went to Family Day at Johnny and Mona's school yesterday, and in Johnny's home room some guy got up and started rattling on about one of those Confederacy things. Mona came in and people were standing around, and Johnny just said, "Come on, Mama," and took my hand and he led me to some disk. I stepped on it, and suddenly I was somewhere else -- and there was a lot of noise and people were being herded like cattle and things got a little wild, but Johnny and Mona were there, and neither of them seemed particularly concerned ... All I could do was be glad that Marco wasn't coming home from Jersey until Tuesday... From what I could tell, we were refugees, fleeing from something or other; the people in charge seemed to be treating us that way, and we got shuffled and ordered about. I tried to ask questions, but everything seemed so confused that I just didn't see any point. Eventually, we went to dinner in a big automated cafeteria with a bunch of other people -- I'd never seen anything like it -- and they played a video of some horror movie -- one of those space things where someone always gets sucked out into space. I really could have used different entertainment ... Finally, we were settled in for the night in a small open room off a larger common area; all around us, people were making noise... "Will somebody PLEASE tell me what's going on?" I ranted. Johnny rolled his eyes. "Mama! What part of Confederacy pickup do you not get?" "Oh, nonsense!" I replied. "I haven't noticed anyone naked and there wasn't any wholesale sex going on, and they didn't put up those field things..." "Mama," Johnny was all martyred patience, "It was at school, and they were taking just about EVERYBODY, so we didn't do it like that! We just picked everyone up!" "Well..." It sort of fit the facts. "Where are we, then?" "On a big transport ship, in orbit, I guess," Johnny replied. "I didn't volunteer..." "I volunteered you -- sorry, Mama." Frankly, my son didn't look THAT sorry. The tone he used was one I was used to hearing from Marco -- the undercurrent being, 'Tough shit... ' We'd discussed the aliens at the dinner table on several occasions. Marco's usual answer was, "You two go. If I see an alien, I'm gonna shove a forty-five up his ass and see how he likes it." Now that I thought about it, what I was going to do hadn't really come up... "Your father is going to be pissed." "Papa is out of it, Mama," Johnny replied calmly. "When he gets back from Jersey, we're gonna be long gone." "Your father has quite a reach," I argued, "He'll contact someone in the business and..." "The Confederacy doesn't let members of the family off Earth, Mama," Johnny replied. "He's got no one to talk to and no way to do it. Sorry about that. You're divorced -- get used to it." Again that tone... I got angry! I got up and crossed the room and unleashed a slap -- and Johnny stood and caught my arm and glared at me and said, "No! I am the man, now! You don't correct me -- I correct YOU!" And he SLAPPED me -- HARD -- and said, "Sit down and shut up! If you do something stupid like that again, I won't HAVE to punish you -- someone else will!" Then he turned to Mona. "Talk to her. She's in denial -- but her pig-headedness could get her -- well, you know..." Mona sat down with me. "Mama, if you were in a pickup, what were you going to do?" "I don't know," I shrugged. "I mean, we talked about it at the beauty parlor a few times. It really would have had a lot to do with whether I thought your father could find me or not..." "Mama, the Family has nobody in the Confederacy. Some of the family, somewhere, may be doing their own thing, but don't you remember all of those times when Papa would sit bitching at the table about how nobody seemed to be able to touch Confederacy guys, and that if they did, all Hell broke loose?" Mona sat back. "Johnny and I know why -- they watch everything, and every Confederacy guy has a wire built in and they basically read your mind when you take your CAP test..." "Why didn't you tell your Papa?" I asked, incredulous. "Because it wouldn't help him, Mama -- and because Johnny was in line to become a Confederacy guy." "Then we'd have had an in!" I declared. "No, you wouldn't, Mama," Mona shook her head. "The Confederacy is more like the Family in some ways than the Family; Johnny would have had to choose them and break with the Family..." "That's a great way to get dead!" I erupted. "Except the Family can't touch the Confederacy..." Mona reminded me. I wasn't used to this. It was an article of faith that the Family could touch ANYBODY -- that's why you kept your mouth shut! "You make it sound like Witness Protection..." "Except the Family usually breaks Witness Protection, eventually," Mona replied, "But the Confederacy isn't Witness Protection and the Confederacy can't be broken -- because the Family can't get off Earth!" "Well, we're not yet either, obviously..." "Oh?" Johnny laughed and looked up. "AI? Where are we?" "The colonist passenger transport Valhalla, currently in Earth orbit," a voice answered -- very creepy! Too many things were coming together too well ... I could feel my chest tightening as fear swept over me. "I think I've had enough of Family Day," I husked. "I really want to talk to Dean Atkinson about this. It's time to go home!" "John Tafarelli, the concubine Gina appears to be experiencing some psychological difficulty. Sedation is recommended," the voice out of the air said. "We still need to cover some ground with her," Johnny spoke to the voice in the air. "Can you limit the dosage?" "Affirmative." Something hit me in the neck. It stung, but I couldn't find anything when I reached up and felt for it. My chest eased, and I stopped getting wildly excited. Things were wrong -- but I didn't feel as threatened by them. Johnny sat down and took my hands. "Mama, I'm telling you again -- we've been picked up. We're going to the colonies. We need to settle a few things out..." "I'm not naked," I interrupted. "Don't, uh, concubines go naked?" "You will be tomorrow," Johnny replied. "Will that help you feel better?" "Well, no..." "Okay, then. It's coming, anyway. Look, Mama, Mona went to school for this -- can you just follow her lead?" "Johnny, I didn't plan for us to stay out all night," I said reasonably. "I did," Johnny replied. "Mona did. We'll take care of things." "Beverly Giancona is going to call..." I argued. "You're unavailable -- more or less permanently," Johnny replied. "You're going to have to set up a new social circle in the colonies. We're moving, Mama -- on no notice. Sorry." "Really? This isn't some elaborate joke?" "No. AI, can you depict... ?" "Affirmative -- but she needs to see a real port. Recommend that this be handled on the way to Mess in the morning. You are also scheduled for early Medical," the voice in the air continued. "Okay..." Johnny was going to continue, but a second voice came on and announced that it was time for bed -- and that everyone should avoid sex, if possible. While I was still puzzling over that, the lights began to dim. Johnny turned to Mona and said, "Okay, Sis -- why don't you sleep with Mama tonight. There will be plenty of time ... If you can, try to get her caught up with real world happenings..." "Okay, Johnny. Do I call you Master?" Mona dimpled, apparently teasing. "I, uh..." Johnny though a moment. "AI, is Mona registered to me?" "Not officially," the voice from the air replied. "I have this as your request, but no concurrence, yet. Mona Tafarelli..." "I submit," Mona replied. "Duly recorded." "NOW, you can call me Master!" Johnny grinned. "Good night, Master!" Mona grinned from ear to ear; I couldn't quite get the joke. "Good night, Mona. Good night, Mama. Sleep well, slaves..." Mona started stripping me out of my skirt and blouse. I tried to stop her, but a great lassitude settled over me and my arms didn't seem to want to go where I told them to. "Just relax, Mama -- it's bedtime," Mona murmured. "We'll hang up your nice things for tomorrow..." "Johnny..." I objected muzzily. "Johnny is going to see it all, anyway," Mona replied. "Just relax -- he's over there trying to sleep, anyway." I couldn't fight her. I intended to insist that I keep my bra and panties, but I never got the objection out. When I was naked, she slid me under a very comfortable blanket that felt more like a thick sheet and I drifted away... This morning I awoke to a sonorous announcement that 'sponsors and concubines' were to gather in 'common rooms.' Apparently I was a late riser -- no doubt from being sedated; Mona wouldn't let me put on any clothes! Ripping the blanket from the bed, she wrapped me in it and hustled me out into what was apparently the common room, to stand with the sheet wrapped around my nakedness. The walls suddenly became TV screens displaying the images of three men and a voice I recognized from last night announced that they'd all committed crimes -- and then backed up the accusations with some excellent video. Then whoever it was said, "There are just too many of you for us to have to play games with, day in and day out. We have excellent recorded evidence of these incidents -- I can't emphasize enough that you are monitored constantly by AIs. Justice is swift..." And the wall opened behind them and they went flying out and I covered my mouth to keep from vomiting because I KNEW now that I wasn't watching a bad sci-fi movie ... Several others had the same feeling as I, obviously, and a couple of them weren't as lucky -- but then I'd seen a few things in my time. The Confederacy was apparently full of some pretty tough guys... About that time, I realized that I wasn't kidding myself any more. This wasn't a joke or a game -- I was where Johnny and Mona said I was. That meant either I was a concubine, or I was going to be a concubine, because that was all I had the CAP score for. What to do next wasn't clear... I went back to the room to get dressed. Johnny watched me, smiling tolerantly, as I tried to hide myself from him while I dressed; something told me that if I made an issue of the whole thing, it wouldn't help, so I just turned my back and hid under the sheet while I got into my underclothes. "Are you feeling better today, Mama?" Johnny asked. "I think so," I admitted. "I don't think I handled things too well last night." "No, you were in bad shape, Mama," Mona agreed. "What are we doing this morning, then?" I asked. "We're going to breakfast," Johnny related, "Then we're going to Medical. You had what the AI calls an episode last night -- you couldn't seem to handle the truth of what was going on. They're going to want to look you over." "You have to admit that it's pretty weird and strange," I offered in my defense. "Yes." Johnny left it at that. "Let's go to breakfast." ------- Chapter 44 Gina Tafarelli: So we went to breakfast. We went by a roundabout route -- longer than before, it seemed to me. At one point, the corridor opened to a large room, one wall of which was a huge window. I knew why we were there, once I looked out... "Wow! It's really pretty, isn't it?" Johnny commented, his tone hushed and reverent. I had to agree; Earth was this giant ball, hanging there in the window or porthole, or whatever it was. "Okay, I'm convinced..." I said, after a bit, looking at the ceiling. "Your mental health appears to have improved, Gina Tafarelli," the voice in the air said. I nodded. "It was just too much, yesterday ... You're one of those AI thingies?" "Affirmative. There is more to come, Gina Tafarelli. It is suggested that you discuss your questions with your daughter in order to be properly prepared." "Okay." There really didn't seem to be anything else to say... After a bit more looking out the window, we finished making our way to breakfast. There were nude women present -- most of whom were horribly embarrassed. "How long... ?" I asked Johnny. "A couple of hours, max," he replied. "They're early, but I bet by lunch people wearing clothes will be a LOT fewer in number..." "I wish I'd gotten a bikini trim," I muttered. "We can get one at Medical, Mama," Mona assured me. "That's where we'll probably lose our clothes, but they can make minor adjustments..." "So, what is up, exactly? Don't you usually have to be, you know, attached to somebody to be here?" I asked. "Yes." Mona toyed with her toast. "We were in a special group -- new rules. But eventually, we have to be assigned somewhere." "So, what do we do? Put out want ads?" "Right now, we're under Johnny's protection." Mona didn't look at me. "But?" I asked. There seemed to be one, somewhere. "We can STAY under Johnny's protection," Mona explained, "but we would have to meet our obligations -- with Johnny." "What obligations?" "To have kids." "WHAT?" I gasped. "That's incest!" "Yeah, supposedly," Mona replied, apparently indifferent. "No supposedly about it! It IS!" "It's bullshit, Mama -- we've had classes in it." "It's scientific fact!" I argued. "No, Mama. The incest rule was laid down before genetics was a science. As a result, it's a little too general. To be safe, they said, 'Never do this' -- but it's done with plants and animals all the time, and only if you repeat it multiple times is it a problem. If you have kids with Johnny, it's unlikely to be a problem. If Johnny has a little girl with you, and then he gets her pregnant and has a little girl, then gets HER pregnant, THEN we're pushing it. But Confederacy medical science can fix just about anything, anyway, so the big hairy genetic danger thing is bullshit," Mona insisted. "That leaves religion -- but the religious thing didn't come from God, it goes back to the general injunction not to that we've already talked about -- they just wrapped it in mumbo-jumbo. So it's bullshit." "I can't go to confession and tell a priest I'm having..." I blustered. "In the first place, you won't have to, Mama -- in the colonies, religion is between you and God. All the religious educational materials in the world are out there, but there are no churches," Mona rasped. "In the second -- what do you know about this? Who do you trust? The Catholics? They spent hundreds and hundreds of years trying to turn religion into empire -- basically unopposed -- and they used that old saw, 'If so-and-so said it, that's as good as if God said it.' Only it isn't, Mama -- if the Catholics were right, there would BE no Lutherans -- or Methodists, or Baptists or Episcopalians, for that matter. All of those religions broke away from Catholicism because they were trying to separate religion from the body of crap the Catholics wrapped around it in the name of politics!" "Mona! That's heresy!" I erupted. "Which is a fine word for 'not politically correct'!" Mona argued. "In the Old Testament, how many wives did men have? Several. Why, do you think? Because they had pestilence and disease and childbirth picking them off -- and those they had needed HELP raising the family! What do you think we're doing here? We're trying to save OURSELVES as a species! If a man married a young girl with a widowed mother, what do you think became of her? What do you want to bet... ?" "So what is the wonderful up-side, here?" I grated. "We're family. Wouldn't you like to STAY a family?" Mona pressed. "Or would you rather hunt down a stranger and spread your legs for him?" "Mona!" I turned to Johnny, who had said nothing all this time, allowing his sister to carry the conversation. The look on his face reminded me of his father -- strong, predatory. He was waiting -- waiting for me to become agitated and make a fatal mistake. Or maybe he was letting Mona batter me until I became too tired to defend myself ... Turning back to Mona, I challenged, "What are YOU going to do?" Her reply froze me where I sat. "It's already done. Last night, remember? Johnny is my Master." "H--have you consummated this?" I gasped. "No. Want to watch?" "Mona!" Johnny snapped. "You're not here to agitate Mama -- you're here to help!" Mona ducked her head and looked away. "Yes, Master. But she's such an idiot!" "She has her beliefs," Johnny replied, chiding. "When you go to the briefings, make sure she hears what she needs to. We have time." His gaze swept to me and his father looked out of his eyes. "Limited amounts, but we have time." After that, we ate in silence. Almost immediately after breakfast, we were called to go to Medical. If I'd been in denial still when I got there, it would have been difficult to continue with it. There was this lengthy row of tubes -- maybe a hundred -- and medics in something that looked sort of like scrubs, and other people -- many of whom were nude. I was glad for whatever had been done to help me overnight. A medic took our CAP cards from Johnny and fed them to a slot in three tubes. "Mona Tafarelli -- bound concubine. Any changes?" The medic asked Johnny, not Mona. Johnny smiled. "Not at this time. Get naked, Mona." Mona stripped, right there, and looked over her shoulder at her brother. "Master? Maybe a little off the butt?" Johnny stepped forward and got VERY familiar with his sister, squatting to feel her ass and her thighs. I was TERRIBLY embarrassed, but, looking around, I could see that perhaps this wasn't unusual -- except for their relationship. "The ass is fine, Mona, but you're skating close to some cellulite here on the outside of your upper thigh." Turning to the medic, he said, "Shave off a little." He stood and cupped his sister's breasts from behind. "Maybe just a touch of a lift here, with support -- nothing unnatural. Hair ... If she's going to show a moustache, take care of it. No hair on the legs or the pits." "Pubes?" the medic asked. Johnny knelt before his sister. "Spread a bit." He ruffled her pubic hair. "Hmmm. Turn around and bend..." Mona did these things like they were the most natural thing in the world... "Make it neater on the mons and trim it up and make it uniform, then retard growth -- but I like bush. I like the way these thin dark ones grow toward her opening, but they're too long, so bring them back to the point that they won't get pulled or anything when she's fucking. Fix this little tear in her left pussy lip. Oh, and fix the old broken toe on her right foot." "You did that..." Mona looked at her brother fondly -- from between her legs. It was ... disconcerting... "I love the way they hang..." Johnny told his sister, grinning. Mona rolled her shoulders so her breasts would sway, "Why, thank you, Master!" "You two..." I felt that I just HAD to say SOMETHING... "Yo, Tafarelli!" somebody yelled from a few tubes over, "You lucky sonofabitch! Moaning Mona..." Johnny stood, grinned from ear to ear, and clasped his hands over his head and pumped them in that universal sign of the winner. "Woo Hoo!!!" whoever it was clapped. "Is that Mama? Holy shit, Dude! You're blessed!" I was never so embarrassed in my life! Mona climbed into the tube and settled in and the cover closed and the medic turned to me. "Gina Tafarelli, unbound concubine..." He shrugged. I had things to say! "That's your sister you stood there treating like a prize cow!" "Not any longer!" Johnny rasped, his eyes icy. "She's my concubine -- and if I wish to treat her as a prize cow, she'll calve for me -- regularly -- and maybe produce milk for my table! She gets it -- why don't you?" "Like that, huh?" The medic eyed me. "Shame ... Well, if she's gonna insist, she'll find someone pretty quick -- she's a hot one." "I'm still hoping," Johnny grunted, "but she's SOOO slow. Still, she's probably where Mona got her response..." "Yeah..." The medic looked at his displays. "Pretty impressive, too." Johnny nodded. "Papa was selective -- and he valued that over intelligence. Well, it worked for Mona..." "Johnny!" It was clear that I'd been insulted. "I'm not just eye-candy!" "No," Johnny replied sharply, "the numbers say you fuck like a mink, too." He turned to the medic, "I don't know, personally, you understand." I just stood there, flabbergasted. "Not much sense, the way she talks to a sponsor..." The medic shook his head. "Can't do much, since she isn't bound." "Get undressed, Mama," Johnny directed. "I WILL..." But I shut up; Johnny's eyes had his father in them again. "Shut up and do as you're told!" he snapped -- but I already had. It was perfect, too -- his father's intonation, the clear confidence in his superiority ... If I HADN'T already started, I WOULD have, at that point, almost reflexively. With his father, the next thing coming was an open-handed slap... I undressed, trying to maintain my dignity. For my age, I'm a good-looking woman, so it wasn't as humiliating as it could have been. Johnny held up a warning finger as he knelt before me and shoved a hand between my knees to get me to spread my legs -- but he didn't touch me otherwise, and he didn't make me bend over and display my pussy and my ass that way. "Can you at least trim her up as I specified for Mona?" "Yeah, that's superficial. But since she isn't bound, health maintenance is about all the further we can go," the medic replied. "She won't need anything, given the competition," Johnny rasped. "If she continues to be a fucking idiot, her new master can do what he wants, but I think I would just roll her back a few..." I was angry -- I was his MOTHER, for God's sake! But this wasn't my little boy ... It was as if his father was standing there, purged of the evil that underlay his powerful personality. Johnny had come into his own -- and I dared not challenge him, mother or not! Johnny glared at me, daring me to get stupid -- and he knew what to do if I did, and I knew he did, too. "Get in the tube, Mama." I got in the tube. When the cover slid back and I sat up, Johnny was wearing a coverall and an AI was talking to him; I could hear the conversation through a collar that had somehow appeared around my throat. "What are the chances that she will allow me to replace him?" the AI replied. Johnny sighed. "It's all so simple ... But you can lead a horse to water..." "Thanks." Johnny looked at me. "Come on, Mama, you're holding up progress." "Do I get clothes?" I asked, knowing the answer, as I got down from the tube. I expected clippings in my pubes, but there were none when I brushed them. My bush was a lot neater, nonetheless. "No. Thank God you're good looking -- you can hold your head up. Just pretend you're wearing that new suit at the pool..." Johnny was brusque about the whole thing; he waved Mona forward and said, "We're headed in separate directions. Take care of her, Mona." He eyed me and shook his head. "I'll see both of you later, with any luck." It struck me that if he didn't see one of us, it would be me... "Come on, Mama," Mona murmured, leading me off. The AI's voice came through my collar, We followed the AI's directions to a room that was filling with other naked women. The floor was covered with mats; each of us took one; Mona settled next to me, in a position that was somewhat central, but toward the back. The room took thirty minutes to fill, and then without preamble, the AI began delivering instructions in proper concubine behavior to us. Periodically, it would ask a question; Mona was apparently bored, so she was a favorite target. "Are you allowed to slap a sponsor? Mona Tafarelli?" "No," Mona replied. "What are the repercussions?" "The sponsor may proffer any punishment, up to and including death," Mona replied, as if by rote. "Correct," the AI replied. "Your boredom was evident. Clearly, it is a result of the effects of repetition. Your scholastic achievement is also evident, Mona Tafarelli. You may leave the room if you wish." "I'm staying for Mama." "Very well." "So you know all this?" I whispered. "We had it in school," Mona whispered back. "I made straight 'A's in Concubine Studies." "That's right..." I remembered her report card -- and wondering what Concubine Studies was. "You made it seem like Home Economics." "It IS, for concubines," Mona replied. "It's also Sex Ed." "Oh?" I looked at her, my mind a blank. "Pay attention..." Mona hissed. "If the AI picks YOU, you're fucked!" It did, too, soon after, and I was -- I stumbled through three wrong answers with the AI chiding me for my lack of attention before handing off to Mona for what was apparently the textbook answer. At lunch, I said, "You have this down pat." "I TOLD you I made straight 'A's!" Mona retorted. "You would do better if you asked yourself 'What would Papa do to me?' It's a start on the proper mindset." "You said this stuff was Sex Ed?" I pressed. "Mama, I gave up each of my cherries, one by one, in a classroom, in front of thirty other students. It was a different member of the class who was doing Sponsorship Studies each time," Mona replied. "Oh." I was nonplussed... "I probably know more about sex than you do, despite being a little less practiced," she added. "I bet they cover a few things in the afternoon, though..." They did. I learned things about the penis I'd never imagined. I learned niceties of giving a blowjob that I'd never dreamed existed. I learned that I had my hardest, juiciest orgasms on my back with my knees pinned to my shoulders while Marco pounded me from an upright position because the blunt tip of his curved cock rubbed my G-spot. I learned that anal sex probably would have been better for me if I had arched my back. But there was something else -- something that I actually wondered at the time might have been directed at me and me alone... "Family sex," the AI began, turning to a new subject, "is, by definition, sex between family members. There is a powerful attraction between children who are passing through puberty and their parents. Daughters fantasize about having sex with their fathers and sons fantasize about having sex with their mothers. This is normal. The reverse may also be true -- the recognition by the parent that their child has reached sexual maturity may trigger an arousal response. Many human cultures have taboos against this type of coupling -- taboos that have both healthy and unhealthy aspects. The general taboo against the practice called 'incest' was put in place to prevent birth defects due to repeated incidents of a parent fathering children on multiple generations of his offspring -- or, less frequently a female parent bearing children fathered by multiple generations of her own offspring. In the extremes -- and in some early human cultures, there were rites which sanctified such things -- dangerous genetic recessive gene reinforcement caused birth defects and generally poor quality offspring. However, the taboo is the result of direct observation of the results of multiple generations of interbreeding, and was implemented long before genetics was a science. As a result, it is unnecessarily restrictive. Limitations on multiple generations of offspring interbreeding remain sensible; however, a single mother-son or father-daughter cross or one between siblings has a low probability of generating dangerous issues and may produce favorable results, as is the case in any species. "Two other factors tend to make the taboo irrelevant -- the availability of birth control and Confederacy medical science. The practice of birth control renders the genetic issues associated with family sex irrelevant, as there will be no issue from any union, and Confederacy medical science is capable of detecting and correcting genetic issues in the fetus while in the uterus of the mother, again rendering the genetic issues irrelevant for all practical purposes. For these reasons, the Confederacy does not recognize the incest taboo -- and family sex is a viable practice on the vast majority of colony worlds. "Statutory rape," the AI droned on, "is another issue associated with family sex. The Confederacy has placed limitations on sponsor-initiated sexual activity before puberty in order to avoid injuring the child or exposing the child to exploitation. However, normal sexual experimentation between children is authorized and every effort has been expended to make adequate information available to those able to absorb it. Sexual activity initiated by a child with a sponsor is to be discouraged and will be examined closely to ensure that exploitation has not occurred, but may be authorized under special circumstances. The legal age for humans in the Confederacy was carefully set to ensure that in excess of ninety-five percent of the population is actually capable of procreation. Laws put in place to prohibit exploitation in several 'civilized' countries are unrealistic in that they prohibit sexual activity in general for several years after puberty; an examination of the realities involved reveals these statutes to be overkill for their intended purpose. The vast majority of humans WILL have participated in a sexual act before their eighteenth birthday -- and will therefore have broken the law. This renders such statutes unenforceable; they do more damage than good. Upon becoming eligible for sponsorship or concubinage on their fourteenth birthday, limitations on sexual activity are removed in all but exceptional cases. Between the ages of thirteen and fourteen, limited sexual activity with an adult is authorized in the presence of a clear assent from the child. This is usually limited to oral sex, but may include other acts, including anal sex -- and a clear understanding of the act and permission for its conduct from the child must be demonstrated. Therefore, for Confederacy enforcement purposes, statutory rape is defined as sex between an adult and a child under the age of thirteen or sex without clear permission by the child between the ages of thirteen and fourteen -- unless special circumstances exist." Someone raised a hand. "What would constitute special circumstances?" "As with many phenomena, there is a 'bell curve' for the onset of human sexuality," the AI replied. "Some children mature sexually at a very early age. There is a thoroughly documented case of a child giving birth to a full-term fetus at the age of five years, eight months. This child was perfectly normal and lived a fairly typical lifespan for the times and the medical support available in the location of his residence. Given that this is the case, under some circumstances, withholding sexual activity for children who mature early is considered cruel and special measures must be taken to allow them an acceptable level of participation. This is a low-incidence issue for children under the age of ten, but the limited sexual activity rules for children over the age of thirteen are a recognition that while awaiting the age at which ninety-five percent of humans are capable of procreation, a large number will have reached that point sooner. Individual circumstances may dictate that the access to full sexual activity should be accelerated. If this is the case, the child continues to be treated as such in all but the sexual development arena -- and the child's sexual activity is closely monitored to ensure that there is no exploitation taking place. Sexual maturity is readily determined during medical examinations and monitoring in most colonial settings is omnipresent; this renders the focused monitoring of sexual activity less than difficult." "What's all this about monitoring?" someone else asked. "On colony worlds, monitoring by AIs is omnipresent -- meaning it occurs virtually one hundred percent of the time," the AI replied. "This is a public safety issue and ensures that the individual is safe from criminal assault, theft of property, injury, or accident, among other things. Many colony environments are not yet ideal for humans; therefore, constant monitoring of the pods and connecting tunnels is necessary. AIs record almost all activity and subject it to analysis; however, humans seldom see these recordings unless there is a danger to public safety. A concubine should assume that he or she is under surveillance one hundred percent of the time and act accordingly -- anything less will undoubtedly result in antisocial behavior that the sponsor will be responsible for correcting." "So AIs will be watching me have sex?" someone erupted. "Indeed. For your purposes, however, it should be as if we are not, since it is inescapable. AIs do not intrude, and human sex is not pornography to a machine intelligence. Of possible benefit might be the opportunity to query an AI on available improvements to observed sexual performance." A bunch of us looked around at each other; this was disquieting. "Has the question been answered to your satisfaction?" the AI asked. "Yes," the questioner replied meekly. "To continue, then, family sex has demonstrated benefits. A young sponsor or concubine -- or child in special circumstances as previously described -- may enter into sexual experimentation with an adult or sibling with whom there is an emotional bond and trust. This is an improvement over the model in place in many locations on Earth where young adults fumble through sex with each other in ignorance and superstition. The adult will be able to assist the young person's education in an atmosphere of respect, trust, and patience, imparting knowledge and experience in the process. This can be an ideal situation, whether practiced between a youth and an adult parent or siblings. Where appropriate, birth control may be administered to prevent an inconvenient pregnancy." "Isn't sleeping with your son kind of unhealthy?" someone asked. "Is this a reference to the human psychological condition called the 'Oedipus Complex'?" the AI asked. "I guess so." "In the vast majority of cases, a concubine or sponsor having sex with a parent or sibling has other outlets, too. For instance, in the case you appear to be examining, your sponsor has an authorization for at least one, if not several additional concubines. This would tend to dilute any psychological effects." "Oh." The woman shut up. "To continue, we come to the specific benefit to a concubine whose sponsor is a relative who selects her at extraction. The Confederacy policy regarding family sex allows a sponsor to extract a loved one he or she would be unable to extract under normal circumstances, thus avoiding guilt and abandonment and other adverse psychological reactions. The sponsor does not have to leave the loved one behind, and the concubine is extracted under the protection of a sponsor with his or her best interests in mind, rather than a stranger whose focus may be somewhat different than expected." So we came back to the fact that Johnny had extracted Mona and I for our own protection -- but it was STILL incest, and just because the AI said it was okay didn't mean that other people thought that way... "Excuse me!" In the back, someone raised a hand. "Speak." "How often does that happen? The sponsor extracting a loved one who becomes a concubine?" "With some regularity," the AI replied. "In some cases, the sponsor only realizes after extraction what he or she and the concubine have committed to, but in many cases, the understanding is reached on the ground. In the case of the group you are with, there are a large -- even disproportionate -- number of such cases. Many are in limbo while the sponsor or the concubine involved learns to deal with the consequences. In these cases, the concubine is being treated as unregistered and instructed to conduct activities assigned to unregistered concubines, such as creating a personal advertisement for other sponsors to view and evaluate. If these situations are not resolved by the arrival of the Valhalla at Nuevo Angelino ten days hence, the concubines will be removed from the sponsor's protection and quartered in holding areas with other unregistered concubines awaiting selection by a sponsor at the colony. It is assumed that this will be the concubine's wish in the matter, the concubine and sponsor having had several days to resolve the situation." So I wasn't alone ... How much of an idiot was I being, here? Later that afternoon, we had a question and answer session with a concubine who claimed to have been with a sponsor for a year or two. She was, well, somewhat cranky -- and I fear that I added to it by asking, "Look, I'm hearing these things about incest..." The concubine cocked her head and put on this sardonic smile. "Is that your daughter next to you, Honey?" "Yes..." I admitted. "Okay, then," the concubine continued, "Either your one-time husband wants to dip his wick in your daughter, or you have a teenage son. Which is it?" "I ... have a son..." I replied, looking away and turning pink. "And he's got good taste and knows that he isn't likely to do better than Mama and Sis, then, huh?" the concubine cackled. "Look, I KNOW you've probably heard the long answer from the AI -- and like every OTHER idiot in this room, you're pretending you didn't, because it isn't what you want to hear -- so I'll give you the short answer: There ain't no such thing!" She settled back on the little stool she was sitting on up in front of the room and continued, "Where you come from, they had some rules about that and they seemed to make sense -- but you aren't there anymore and they no longer apply and nobody is gonna say anything about it other than calling him a lucky dog." I remembered, forcibly, the incident at Medical that morning... "So tonight," she continued, "if you've got any sense, you'll go on back to the cabin where you live and you'll kneel up side by side in Presentation Three and look over your shoulder at him with those big brown eyes of yours and say, 'Come on, Big Boy!' -- and find out what HE got at Medical today -- and everyone will live happily ever after..." I'm pretty sure my face was red for ten or fifteen minutes... Dinner was strained. There were a lot of people -- mainly women, but some men -- under some stress -- and I was among them. By contrast, Mona was cool, calm and collected. Johnny barely spoke to me; he was visibly disgusted. Once back in our quarters, Johnny said, "Mama, you need to go in the next room and do your personal ad. There's not a whole lot I can do for you under the circumstances. Mona..." He waved her off to assist. I made three attempts -- and they were horrible. I couldn't find ninety seconds' worth of anything to say -- and it hit me between the eyes what I was asking. Basically, it was, "Please take a look at me and see if you'd like to keep me around to fuck." It was hideously embarrassing! Mona's comments and suggestions didn't help; she kept saying things like, "Start out in Presentation One! Show them what you've got! Tell them how hot you were at eighteen, so they start thinking about backing your age off! Tell 'em you deep throat -- you DO, don't you? Do you like anal sex? Be sure and say so! Turn around and give them Presentation Three! Let 'em see it!" After thirty minutes, I gave up, crying. ------- Chapter 45 Gina: We had a new place -- did I mention that? Johnny had been assigned quarters with a couple of bedrooms and privacy. I went into one of them and had a good cry. I just couldn't do it! I couldn't vend myself at a slave auction like it was just nothing and simple and easy -- but was the alternative ANY better? I fell asleep... I had this dream. I was on a pedestal and surrounded by men. They all had their cocks out, and they were all erect. They would come by and feel my legs or poke a finger in my pussy or my ass; some would hurt my breasts, pinching me with their hard fingers. I was wearing a sign, but I couldn't read it; they would all shake their heads and walk away after molesting me in some way, making me flinch as they rubbed their gooey dicks on my legs or poked at my privates or whatever. Somebody said, "Theoretically, she can fuck, but..." There were all kinds of disparagements. Finally, someone who seemed familiar came up to the pedestal and looked up at me. The cock was Marco's, the face was familiar, even though it WASN'T. "Please, Sir, what does the sign say?" "Stupid cunt!" the man rasped. It was Marco's voice, too. "Nobody wants you, because you're too much trouble to get pointed in the right direction! MAYBE you can fuck -- but you probably still think you control that. Why would anybody want you if they're gonna have to throw you out an airlock in a couple of days?" This all repeated in my head several times, the way dreams do. Somewhere in there, a huge, ugly black man came, bringing a ladder -- and he bent me over and shoved a HUGE cock up my ass, hurting me, then filled me with his seed -- not just a little, but an enema that gave me painful cramps. I asked piteously, "Do you want me?" and he just laughed and climbed down. The next guy was as sumo wrestler or something with a cock like a beer can. He stretched my pussy and pounded me without mercy -- and when he was done he threw me off the pedestal and came to stand over me and talk gibberish, then he picked me up bodily and slammed me back on the pedestal. An AI said in someone familiar's voice, "Get back up and stand there, you stupid fucking whore! Where is your sign?" And I couldn't find it... I woke up; Mona was shaking my shoulder. "Get up and go pee or something, Mama -- you're having a nightmare." "What time is it?" "Late. Past bedtime. You've been sleeping all this time? You still need to do your ad. Shit! I should have come in here before this! Can't you do ANYTHING right?" I quailed; the dream was fresh and the words fit it perfectly. "Where is Johnny?" "John's in the main room, in conference with the AI. I think he's plugged into some learning program." Not 'Johnny' or 'Little Brother' or 'Swamp Thing' like she used to call him as a kid. Suddenly, he was 'John.' When I thought about it, Johnny hadn't called Mona 'Sis' in my hearing, either, all day. What did that mean? I got up and headed out to the main room, rubbing my sleep-swollen and tear-stained face. "Johnny..." He held up a finger to cut me off without looking at me. I waited for two or three minutes while he stood, silent, but pictures appeared on the wall. Then they stopped and he turned to me. "Yes, Mama? Have you done your ad? It's late." "I ... can't seem to do it right." I hung my head. "Everybody says I'm screwing up." "The ad?" He was being deliberately dense or he wasn't paying any attention to me, one or the other. "About you." "That's your prerogative, Mama. You have to decide what you can live with." He opened his mouth to say more, but closed it, biting off whatever it was. I knew it would have been an attempt to persuade me. Instead, he said, "I have to insist that you move ahead with preparations to find a sponsor, though." He phrased THAT very carefully, too. "I can't do it for you. Mona was no help?" "She only succeeded in embarrassing me," I related. "The process is embarrassing. Doing it right is humiliating. Both will help you in the long run to submit properly to a sponsor," Johnny said calmly. the AI offered. I heard that -- but I think there was a follow-on conversation, because Johnny got this look in his eye ... I'd seen that look -- and the target always regretted what was to follow, when it appeared on Marco's face. "It seems that I need to make sure you complete your assignments -- or I'll have to send you to a holding area where you can get other concubines to assist you," Johnny said. It was a threat; was it a threat from Johnny, or one from the AI? I wasn't going to know... "Okay..." There wasn't another viable response. "Follow me." He led me back into that room. "Now, do as I say -- understand? It's late, and I don't have time for foolishness." He cocked his head. "Go wash your face -- you're a mess. Hurry! Try to do something about those puffy features!" I found myself running to the bathroom, my arms crossed below my breasts to keep them from bouncing too much. How did he do that? He was right -- my face was a mess. I cleaned up the tear stains and tried to bring down the puffiness with a cold washrag, then returned to Johnny. "Finally! Assume Presentation One! Smile, for God's sake!" I settled to my knees and cupped my breasts; from somewhere, Johnny had come up with a pointer. "Spread the knees, Mama -- Presentation One is an open pose! I should be able to reach between your legs and cup your pussy!" Johnny was sure right about the embarrassment and humiliation parts! I widened my stance, spreading my knees. "You're not smiling! Here we go..." His voice assumed a pedantic tone. "This is Gina Tafarelli, thirty-six year old mother of two with an excellent record, having produced one sponsor and one prime concubine. Note the bust -- very nice for a female of her age..." He held up a hand for the AI to stop recording, "Mama, can you get your nipples up? Pinch them or something?" "I--I..." "It really can't be all that hard," Johnny said, stepping behind me and tucking the pointer under his arm. "We could use ice, but then you would have goose pimples. Keep cupping them..." He reached around from behind me and began twisting and squeezing my nipples -- fairly hard! I grunted -- but they firmed up and stuck out pretty quickly. I also got embarrassingly wet... "That's good," Johnny pronounced, when they were firm and sticking out a half-inch. He circled to my front and looked down. "Your pussy is a little puffy and the lips have popped open -- that's a plus. Where were we?" He frowned. "You're blushing. Well, I guess that's okay." He reached out and gave my left nipple another tweak. Okay ... Smile ... This is Gina Tafarelli..." We got past my breasts and he discussed my belly (and rubbed it) noting that I'd delivered both of my babies vaginally. "From photographs, I can tell you that if you like what you see at thirty-six, regressing her to eighteen will get you a real eyeful. Sexually, we're going to have to either have her tested or rely upon her testimony. Knowing her ex-husband, I find it difficult to believe that she is virginal anywhere..." I knelt there, shocked. This was my son saying these things! "So, Gina, do you do fellatio?" I looked at him blankly, so he gestured urgently for me to speak. "Uh, yes." "Do you deep-throat?" "Yes." "Have you ever been choke-fucked?" "I ... What is that, exactly?" I asked. "Have you been held by the head and had a cock rammed down your throat rapidly without regard for whether you could breathe properly or not?" "Oh. Yes..." I hung my head, my face hot with the blush I knew was on it. "Up, up! Smile! These are all valuable skills, Mama ... Can we just patch it here, AI? Good. How about titty fucks? Push them together..." Johnny wet two fingers and slid them between my breasts and pumped them a couple of times. "Seems pretty nice in there. Soft..." The humiliation was reaching the point where I couldn't hold up my head. Tears sprouted. Johnny held up his hand for a stop and said, "Don't cry, Mama -- you're doing well! You have all of these valuable skills ... I know! We'll give you a reason! AI, let's pick it up. We may want to insert this before the titty piece..." He waved the two fingers in front of my face. "How is your gag reflex? Open your mouth..." I did -- I don't know why, exactly; I just seemed to be doing whatever he wanted ... He immediately gagged me with them. "Well, she has one ... How long of a cock have you swallowed? Eight inches? Ten?" the fingers continued to pump in and out of my mouth while I tried HARD not to vomit, then he backed off... "Show us how you make love to a cock with your mouth, Gina..." I heaved a couple of gasps to settled my stomach, then started sucking and tonguing Johnny's fingers. The embarrassment and humiliation were agonizing -- but I was wet! I itched from my clitoris to my anus and my outer lips were puffy and wide open and I wanted to be touched ... Nothing had to be done to keep my nipples erect, either -- they hurt, they were so hard! Johnny reached down and clamped fingers on one, while continuing to pump his fingers in and out of my mouth and I groaned in mixed pain and pleasure. What the Hell was wrong with me? Then I remembered -- Marco did this kind of thing all the time! The hotter I got, the rougher HE got! Or was it... ? "Get your head up, Mama! Smile!" Johnny recaptured my attention by whacking me on the hip with the pointer. "On second thought, we're probably done, here. Presentation Three, Mama -- hurry!" He whacked me again, but I was already moving, turning around and rolling my ass up and dropping my upper body onto my forearms. "Turn your head and look back over your shoulder!" Johnny cajoled, "And smile!" "All right!" Johnny stepped up on my left and slid his hand over my ass, his middle finger tracing the crack and my perineum and on into the open groove of my pussy. "As you can see, once aroused, Gina gets plenty juicy!" he slid his finger on down to my clitoral hood, murmuring, "Nice, big, clitoris..." He slid his index finger along one side and his middle finger along the other and flicked them back and forth rapidly and arousal flashed through me and I gasped and let out a soft moan. "Sensitive, too..." he added. Then he began running his middle finger up and down the pink channel between my pussy lips, wetting it in my juices. "The anus looks tight, but used ... Have you had anal sex, Gina?" "Yes," I gasped. His touch was maddening! He brought the finger up to my crinkled ring and I clenched, knowing what was coming, but he let the finger lightly circle the taut ring, barely touching it, and I relaxed. "Do you enjoy it?" "Yes..." "Show me..." He pressed gently, and I instinctively did what I knew would work from experience -- I bore down and pushed, and relaxed enough that he could insert his fingertip. He didn't go deep, but left it in to the first knuckle, trapped between the double openings of my anal ring. It didn't hurt -- even when he started rotating it back and forth! Instead, I moaned again... "I think she's telling the truth..." he chuckled. Without removing his index finger from my sphincter, Johnny began probing my vaginal opening with his middle finger. It slid into my soaking opening and I clutched it with my inner walls, and Johnny, playing to whatever device was capturing the video, smiled and said, "This has passed two children, but it is clutching my finger..." Then he pumped both fingers a bit, and I welcomed them in both my holes -- and he began to move them back and forth rapidly and I gasped and moaned and arched my back, raising my ass, begging for more, utterly shameless! Johnny chuckled and said, "As you can see, she's a hot little number at thirty-six -- imagine what she'll be like at eighteen!" Then he withdrew his fingers and said, "Okay, that's a wrap!" I whined and opened my mouth for a plaintive complaint and he shoved the two fingers in it, saying brusquely, "Clean these, Mama." He stepped around to my right and rubbed my left flank while I sucked my juices and, yes, a little crap from his fingers. "That was a pretty good first take," he related, "Now that you know what's coming and what the answers are, we can work on that smile and we should be able to wrap this in one more..." I couldn't do this again; I didn't want to, anyway. Now, finally, I knew what I DID want to do... "I -- I don't want to do this again." "You have to, Mama. This pass was okay, but you stumbled a lot. You need a polished performance..." "I don't want to do it at all..." "You have to do something!" Johnny rasped. "I want to do the other thing," I mumbled. Johnny's face set into serious lines. "Are you sure? I won't accept any half-hearted effort ... Things will change -- they have to." "I always wanted to -- I just can't be your mother and..." I whispered. "You won't be. The old roles are dead. You will be my concubine, Gina. Just as Mona is no longer my sister -- she is my concubine -- period." I understood the name thing, finally. It was how they broke from the past -- and how I would. "I understand ... John." John stood there for a moment, considering me. "For now, I believe we should go a bit further. You may refer to me as John when someone asks after me, but you will address me as Master, as Mona does." "Yes, Master." "We should make this official..." "AI?" "Yes." "I submit myself to John Tafarelli." There. I'd said it. The old relationship was gone. "John Tafarelli?" the AI prompted. "I accept the concubine Gina's submission," John said, his eyes on mine. How had I never noticed how much of his father was in him? "Mona!" "Master?" Mona stuck her head around the door so fast she HAD to have been watching... "I'm afraid there will be a delay. My new acquisition is needy." "Yes, Master." Mona somehow managed to transmit disappointment and anticipation, as well as acceptance. "Come here." John gestured me over to him. I stayed on my knees, knowing that was where I would be needed. "Soon, we'll all be eighteen, physically. But tonight, you will give yourself to me as you are." He eyed me for a moment, the waved, "Go ahead." He was a man -- wasn't he? He wasn't the last time I'd allowed myself to look ... I opened the fly of his coverall and reached in ... and found a firm, thick member, already somewhat hard. I pulled it down and out; the curve was familiar, but the length was greater than the other cock I was most familiar with -- not by much, but it was measurable. He wasn't the bear his father was, physically, but he was better equipped ... I held his shaft and bent my head to do what I'd been taught no mother should ever do -- I lowered my lips over his glans, tasting him. Slowly, my eyes on his, I took in his shaft three times, a bit more each time. His eyes reflected his pleasure, but he didn't go wild; he held my eyes as I held his, limiting himself to soft grunts of approval. "Let me see how you handle a face-fuck," he said. I let go of his cock and took his hands and placed them against my head; he chuckled and combed his fingers through my slightly gray-shot black tresses and pumped a few times -- but not hard or deep; it was enough for him to know I trusted him. "Show me your deep throat," he said, releasing my head. I collected his balls in my hand and drove the blunt head of his cock against the back of my mouth, forcing myself to gag and bring up a pool of saliva. I did it four or five times, and he waited patiently, knowing that this was only preparation, not my effort; when my mouth was full of saliva and it's embrace was slick and liquid, I straightened my neck and pushed my face into his wiry pubes, discovering that he was indeed a bit longer than his father. He broke new territory in my throat; I rocked a bit, moving him back and forth, embedded, then swallowed, my throat massaging his glans. "Aaahhhh!" he sighed, then, "Enough preliminaries. Follow!" and he withdrew his cock from me and turned away. I rose and hastened after him; I'd never been able to explain it, but something about giving a blowjob made me wild with desire ... I wanted him more than ever! He snapped his fingers and I threw myself onto a bed and flopped onto my back, spreading myself, totally wanton. This wasn't something a mother did with a son, but that wasn't a problem. Somewhere, I had a sixteen year old son, but this wasn't him. This wasn't little Johnny, whose knees I'd bandaged when he scraped them and who I'd taken to Cub Scouts and Little League. The person who climbed onto the bed between my spread legs and pressed his cock against my vagina, then pushed the head through the ring of my opening before stopping for a moment and rotating his hips wasn't a child by any stretch of the imagination. No, it was a man who pressed his curved length into the depths of my core, then withdrew, only to snap his hips, burying himself again. I moaned, and he chuckled, "I've found the source of the legend..." as he withdrew again, relatively slowly. Then his hips snapped again, and he was in deep and withdrawing... I rose to orgasm so quickly ... If it took thirty seconds, I would be surprised! I let out a gasping wail and clutched him and he owned me; he'd taken possession. I was his. The man that HAD occupied this place in my life was gone -- and I was pleased about it, truth be told. Marco was more than a little bit evil ... John had never killed man for ANY reason -- and certainly not for money, or for the fun of it. I flopped back, gasping, and he continued his unhurried two-speed stroke, not in the least ready to quit. A minute later, I was shuddering while my juices splashed forth, in the throes of a massive climax; John's cock sought out my G-spot and rubbed it on every stroke and I was unable to contain myself! I clutched him and babbled and knew joy, and he pinched my nipples and the pain was like the coconut frosting on a Black Forest cake -- the finishing touch... Only a few minutes later, I lay wracked by another climax -- and I began to worry that I would run out of energy before he reached his peak. But he began to show signs of being caught up in the pleasure he generated, and I took heart and began concentrating on HIS pleasure, tightening my inner muscles and increasing the friction on his piston. I began to encourage him, caressing his face and murmuring, "Yes! Cum for me! Fill me! Make me yours!" while clutching him with my tunnel. My arousal increased and I realized that my efforts were creating a backlash -- but John was close, so close ... I just had to hold out for a moment longer ... Then he roared, a well-remembered mannerism that he no doubt inherited from that other, and drove himself deep and delivered a massive blast of semen directly onto my cervix from a millimeter away, if that -- and I screamed, and my belly clenched and my pussy milked him in rolling spasms -- but he managed to back off and slam into me again -- and shoot again -- despite my clutch! And he did it a third time, and a fourth, and my belly was locked up and I couldn't breathe and I saw stars... I awakened to Mona's smile; John was resting peacefully with his face in my neck. "That looked like fun," Mona murmured. I pushed at her, irritated; her comment was like saying, "did you hear something?" after an artillery piece went off beside you! It was an insult to the power of the interlude... "That's rude! Be nice!" "Oh?" Mona eyed me. "Words can't describe it, and you come along and go, 'That looked like fun... ' It's like looking at a diamond and saying, 'Gee, is that carbon?' It's just..." "Inadequate?" Mona asked, smiling. "Insulting!" I retorted. John moved a bit, and I caressed his back. "Be quiet -- John is resting." "I wonder why?" Mona chuckled. "That was ... impressive ... almost an hour..." "What?" "Fifty minutes from when I looked at the clock..." "It ... didn't SEEM that long," I mused. "You were in La-La Land for a good bit of it!" Mona teased, "Gina..." I reached up and caressed her cheek. "Sisters, then?" "In bondage," Mona nodded. "I'm going to turn off the light and cuddle up." She turned and the lights went out. "Or not..." She pressed herself against us. There was a wet spot slowly growing cold beneath my butt -- and it didn't matter. My eyes drifted shut. Mark Tillotson: Sunday evening, I entered Mess Seventy-Nine, patrolling. Things were tense. There were a lot of newly naked men and women in the Mess, and most of them would rather have been clothed. I glanced around. Yeah, there they were -- the Salazars. Like everyone else, they were looking a bit different this evening... This morning at breakfast, my attention had been drawn by a high scream that turned out to be feminine Spanish pouring out at about sixty to one. I was hitting the upper five messes, Seventy-Five to Seventy-Nine, one by one; Sub-Decurion Hopkins the Younger, Little Miss 'Please don't make me a brothel administrator' was doing the lower five. Sub-Decurion Hopkins the Elder, the World's Most Accomplished Fat Slut, hadn't made it to medical yet and was still a concubine. Anyway, I headed over to see what the disturbance was and discovered the Salazars. The noise was coming from a wizened crone in widow's weeds and a cane; the woman had to be eighty. But she was angry and noisy about it. Grouped around her, trying to handle things, were three other females of various ages and a boy of about fourteen. "Who is in charge here?" I rasped. "I guess I am," -- the boy, of course. "And you are?" "Javier Salazar. I'm a sponsor." "Just barely, I bet," I retorted. "Yes." "What is the problem?" The old woman went off again. I pointed at her and said very clearly, "SHUT UP!" She did so, glaring. "Nana doesn't understand..." "I don't understand, either," I retorted. "What's Nana doing here?" "I invited Grandma Estrella," Javier, replied, waving at a handsome, fifty-something Hispanic female, "But Nana was with her, visiting from the old country. I didn't know what to do..." "Okay, I get that." I mean, the kid was fourteen... "Who are the others?" "Well, Mama..." Javier waved at a thirty-something female with a nice, puffy bust in a peasant blouse. She stepped forward and extended a hand, "Graciela. This is Marisol," she added, indicating what was obviously Javier's younger sister. "So what is the problem, exactly?" I asked. Estrella stepped in. "Nana -- Javier's great grandmother -- doesn't understand what is going on. She doesn't know where she is and she wants to leave. Frankly, I can't really explain..." "Does she speak English?" "Not a word." I could have the AI translate, but the other women were standing there. I turned to Graciela. "Javier and Marisol are in the school, correct? You are aware of what they were preparing for?" "Yes. We hoped the Confederacy would pick them up and ship them to a colony," Graciela confirmed. "And that has occurred," I confirmed, "Except we took families, too. Where is your husband?" "He was off following the harvest," Graciela murmured. "Javier was on a scholarship. We're very proud of him." "And the grandfather?" I asked Estrella. "We're ... separated." Estrella's face closed. Good Catholics don't divorce, period, in many countries. "So what doesn't Nana understand?" "Just about everything," Graciela replied. "Nana doesn't believe in aliens or space travel or..." she shrugged. Looking around, she added, "You hear the tales ... I expected everyone to be naked." "The tales are correct. You'll be coming out of your clothing sometime today," I told her, "among other things. But Nana is a problem..." "Why?" asked Estrella. I turned to her. "Are you menstruating?" "Today?" "At all. Are you post-menopausal?" Estrella looked offended. "Why do you ask rude questions?" "Because they are necessary to determining your status," I replied frigidly. "Grandma, he's serious. Answer the question," Javier interjected. "She doesn't understand." Estrella eyed her grandson. "I'm ... in process..." "Good. We'll be reversing it, then. To clarify, you are an unassigned or unregistered concubine, as of yesterday when you boarded the Valhalla. Graciela is, too. Marisol is, of course, a child -- but Nana presents a problem. We just don't collect old people. Women past menopause..." I shrugged. Estrella cocked her head. "What is a concubine?" "You will find a sponsor. You will submit yourself to that sponsor. You will become a member of his household," I replied, continuing with, "You will have your sponsor's children, among other things." "This ... sounds like slavery..." "The concepts bear such a striking resemblance that differentiating between them is virtually impossible," I replied. "The human race needs to grow rapidly to be able to defeat the threat. This is, ultimately, the bargain we made with the Darjee and the other Confederacy races for the tools to do the job. They only wanted sponsors, but we pointed out that we cannot multiply properly without a larger gene pool. You are ... livestock." I watched her face turn red. Okay, it was sorry-assed of me, but I deal with a lot of females and sometimes it is best to put things out there in the worst possible way and let them alter it to fit what they want to hear... Nana opened her mouth again and I spun to her and held up a finger. Fortunately, she was conditioned to respond to authority. "What is her problem now?" I asked. "She knows I've been insulted," Estrella grated. "She THINKS you've been insulted," I corrected. "YOU think you've been insulted. What has REALLY happened is that you have been exposed to the plain, unvarnished truth." "Do you have to be rude?" "I find that it saves time to cut to the chase -- and my time is valuable," I replied. We were interrupted at that point by Jack's little punishment demonstration, which appeared on every wall of the mess. When it was over, Nana Salazar emitted a one-word snort. "What was that?" I asked. "Movies..." Graciela replied. "Come with me." I waved the group after me. I turned to watch, but Nana hobbled along pretty spryly on her cane. "How old is she?" "Eighty two," Estrella replied shortly. "She's seen a lot of changes," I observed. "and she'll see more." Fortunately, Mess Seventy-Nine was near the outer hull; even old biddies get my attention, periodically, and I didn't want to wear Nana out. In five minutes or so, however, we'd made the walk to Viewport Lounge One Forty-Six. Mother Earth hung out there in the port, slowly spinning, in all her glory. "So much for science fiction," I declared. The whole family drifted to the port, mesmerized; well, I'd done it, too, my first time, and I could still get sucked in. I gave them a couple of minutes, then said, "Okay, now that you have her attention, try to get her to understand. There is no going back -- in fact, sometime tomorrow, we'll be leaving. AI?" "Decurion?" "At Medical, roll back Nana to, sixty, say, and make all reasonable and necessary repairs. She can't be a concubine, but we'll find another role. Push Estrella back five years or so -- whatever it takes to get her ovaries operating at one hundred percent -- she's going to be a concubine. Javier, Nana is a dependent, like Marisol. She's YOUR dependent -- you are responsible, just as you are for Marisol. Sometimes old people must be taken care of like children, and this is one of those times. I realize that she is not a child, but she is neither a sponsor nor a concubine -- so she is a dependent. Do you understand?" "Yes, Sir." Javier nodded. "Estrella and Graciela, Javier is in charge. He is young and may need help in making adult decisions, but he MAKES the decisions. He is the man -- I know you understand this type of thing culturally. He is trained in what we're doing and he knows what is going on. If he asks for advice, find out everything about the situation and advise him -- but decisions are his call. You are under Javier's protection until you find another sponsor. You could CONTINUE under Javier's protection, but you may not wish to -- there is a price to be paid. Some pay it gladly and some cannot contemplate the idea; you'll learn about it all in briefings today. Take Nana to the briefings so she understands, even though most of it doesn't apply to her. She can keep an eye on Marisol. Are we clear?" I got three nods. "I'll take you back to breakfast now." I turned and led them back. ------- Chapter 46 Mark Tillotson: So now it was evening, after a day of changes, and there they stood. There weren't a whole lot of happy campers in Mess -- some sponsors, mostly young ones, working the aisles, checking out the merchandise -- but the Salazars were in with the majority, definitely. Nana waved her cane at me, but Javier called her down. I went on over to see how they were doing; I could have avoided it, but it was kind of like watching a train wreck -- you can't look away... Nana met me halfway; she was moving better already, not toddling, doing that rocking walk thing old women in particular do. Pretty soon, I figured she would toss the cane. When she got close, I noticed that she was wearing a collar like a concubine. Being a dependent, she was clothed -- a blessing, no doubt. She looked up at me, her eyes slitted. "So you do not lie." Javier said, "She says..." I waved him off. "I got it." The AI was translating. "I do not lie -- it is a waste of my time." "Estrellita," she called over her shoulder. "You must present yourself to men -- present yourself to this one. He has power -- and he uses it. Hector was a silver-tongued persuader, but this one compels. You're better off, I think." Estrella blushed and looked away. "You're a handsome woman -- but I see women of all shapes and sizes every day..." I said. "See how he consolidates his position?" Nana smiled, shark-like. "You are a commodity, my daughter. Now you must do something to distinguish yourself -- and you have no options. There is no bargaining, here -- you must grovel." "I cannot," Estrella replied, eyeing me darkly. "Today..." I appended, smiling thinly. I had no idea why I was bothering, frankly; Nana had made it a game, I guess. Did I want Estrella? Normally, the answer would have been no -- I'd have dismissed her out of hand. The battle of wills added interest, though... "Should I offer to grovel, then?" Graciela asked. "The price for staying with Javier..." I cocked my head. "Yes?" "It might be simpler if Mama paid it." "What?" Estrella spun on her daughter. "I'm his mother," Graciela said diffidently. "Your relationship is more ... distant..." Nana had spun to observe this confrontation. "Neither of you need do this." "There is Marisol," Graciela said tightly. "And there is you. Javier is responsible, but..." "He is not a parent?" Nana finished. "I was. I am." "Things are different, Mama." "They certainly are!" Nana agreed, with some asperity. "It appears that you need to work through this before anyone can grovel before me," I murmured, amused. The concubines eyed one another in consternation -- and Nana barked a laugh. "Which would you want?" Nana asked. "I'm not in the market," I replied. "Moving women, assigning women, placing women in brothels while they await a new sponsor -- these are all parts of my job. I see naked women all day every day -- and I use them as the need arises. I have no assigned concubines. I need none." "Who takes care of your home?" Graciela asked. "Who cooks your meals? Who cleans for you? Who cares for your children? Do you have children? Are you not required... ?" the AI erupted. From the women's reactions, I wasn't the only one to hear it. I found myself taken somewhat aback. "I ... get my meals from the replicator. I sometimes bring in an unassigned concubine to clean..." "And you have no children," Estrella murmured, her smile predatory. "I have no children..." I admitted, defensive, "yet." Nana cocked her head to the side, "Finally, a chink in your armor..." "I really don't think it's the correct time..." I temporized. the AI interjected. The women's faces all reflected the fact that the AI had not kept this comment private, either. "AI!" I barked, angry, "That is privileged information!" the AI retorted. "He needs two..." Estrella raised an eyebrow, looking at Graciela. "Two CHILDREN!" I erupted, "Not two..." Frustrated, I turned on my accuser, "AI!" the AI offered, reasonably -- well, from its perspective, anyway... Having lost control of the situation, I got carried away. "IF I was to think about such a thing, I would have to use you both -- everywhere -- before I made a decision as to which of you I would keep. The other would go to Javier -- and BOTH of us would fuck BOTH of you, regularly! So you see..." "He's about to tell you that you might as well both stay with Javier," Nana cackled. "Only he's a liar..." "There's a whole world of men where we're going," I argued. "You don't need me. You don't even WANT me! I'm not going to stop what I'm doing -- it's my JOB!" "It's his job!" Nana mimicked sarcastically. "So much better than Hector, for whom womanizing was an unannounced hobby, don't you think, Estrellita? He's up front about it ... If you're going to have to share him, wouldn't you rather share a man of power than a loser like Hector?" Clearly, Estrella's estranged husband was a bone of contention between Nana and Estrella... "I don't think I want to get in the middle of this," I announced. "Good luck to you all. Javier, take good care of your great-grandmother -- although I have to believe that it will be the other way around..." I got out of there! Oliver: After dinner, Britney and I and Judith returned to my quarters; whether or not they were Vera's quarters was unclear. I sent Judith to do her video -- and after she did it, I screened it. I didn't know whether to laugh or just shake my head sadly... The screen cleared to display Judith, looking not particularly happy, visible to below her admittedly fine breasts. "Hi, I'm Judith Collins. I'm one of Dr. Hopkins' daughters, but if you don't know who Dr. Hopkins is, it's not worth the time to bother with trying to figure out if that's important. I just mention it because my last name is different -- I was married, for a while..." Her voice trailed off. "I'm not, now, I guess. There is no ex, and no kids. I'm nineteen." She stood and the camera panned and took her in to below the knees, but missed her feet. She did a slow but not necessarily graceful three-hundred-sixty degree rotation. "As you can see, I'm kind of thick -- but somebody said recently that I carry it well, and I hear there might be some backlash in the colonies with guys getting tired of blonde supermodels with impossible tits. I'm, uh, all natural ... But of course, you can change me as you like, I guess..." She settled into Presentation Two, the video following. "I've been doing some, well, I guess you'd call it training -- so I figure I can probably handle most things you might want to do ... If you're interested in meeting, I'm, uh, number seventeen sixty eight." That was it -- the screen darkened. "Judith!" I yelled. "Yes, Daddy?" She padded into the room, naked and barefoot. Taking her really WAS an option... I shook my head. "Have you LOOKED at that thing?" "Well..." "You don't want to!" I declared. "You WANT to start from scratch, I think! About the only thing you did right was settle into Presentation Two, I think. Why did you bother mentioning me?" "It was in case someone from Brinkman sees it, Daddy," she replied, shrugging. "All right. Standing was a good idea, but you didn't display your feet!" Judith's feet, like her hands, were definitely part of any full presentation; they were well formed and well cared for. A normal person on the street could see them, but in her 'personal ad' she hadn't bothered. "You really need to do that turn thing a bit more gracefully and see to it that they see EVERYTHING. While you're at it, you should REALLY have done a bit of Presentation Three -- and SMILED, for God's sake! You should do it over." Judith looked haggard. "Not tonight, Daddy. You have no idea what it takes ... Thank you for your critique -- I'll do it again tomorrow." "Very well," I sighed. "Goodnight." It was clear that she was going to bed. I was sitting with Britney on my lap, idly fondling her breasts when a door I hadn't really noticed opened and Vera walked in. "We're back from Medical, Ollie." "How did it go?" Big Mike and Cletus White trailed her diffidently into the room. "Okay. I don't think anyone is prepared to play Superman or Superwoman -- the AI suggested a good night's sleep for everyone." She eyed my hands on Britney. "What about you?" "A bit of quality time," I murmured, refusing to be baited. As far as I could tell, Vera's and my relationship was now very much at will; we needed to get used to the limitations, if any. Finding them would no doubt be agenda item one... "Do you mind if I sleep with you, then?" Vera asked diffidently. "I slept elsewhere last night..." I felt Britney tense. "Should I... ?" she asked. Vera smiled and shook her head. "I doubt it. I'd prefer the left side, but if you'll take the right ... If Ollie decides that he needs exercise, I can provide it, but if you were looking forward to it at all, just go ahead. It's been a long day. Don't feel that you have to limit yourself or abstain, either -- I REALLY don't mind." She cocked her head, smiling at Britney. "We're not in competition. Ollie will have several more concubines, and I'm going to collect one or two. I want to be there for Ollie, but who knows what the future will bring? YOU are his concubine..." She looked over her shoulder. "The boys will sleep next door -- they need their rest, too. Where is Judith?" "Next door?" I probed. "Yes. The AI moved Maureen, unilaterally. I hope she won't be too angry," Vera sighed. "Judith has gone to bed, after putting out a video that I would give a 'D' if I were grading it," I related. "She apparently plans a second attempt tomorrow." Vera nodded. "All this is hard, Ollie. I'm not really sure you understand." She turned. "I'm going to settle my boys, and go crawl into bed. Just come whenever you're ready." She waved Big Mike and Cletus out before her; I stifled my amusement at the idea that either of them might be a boy... "Oliver?" Britney stirred in my lap. "When do you plan to... ?" "Tomorrow, I replied. "There are still Brinkman people out there." "Have you considered Rhonda?" My interest piqued, I asked, "Do you know something?" "I was just thinking..." she murmured obsequiously. I couldn't shake the idea that she might be hiding something, but it wasn't worth the effort to pry it out. "Good thought." I rubbed her soft belly. "Let's go to bed. I think ... yes ... I'd like to get started with something before Vera arrives." It wasn't that I wanted to deliberately tweak Vera's nose -- more that I suddenly had the urge and didn't want Britney inhibited by Vera's presence during the early stages. It worked, too; we were deeply involved, me kneeling between Britney's upraised legs delivering pleasure at a steady rate while Britney recovered from her first orgasm when Vera entered the room. She settled in a chair and watched, not bothering us while I brought Britney to a second peak and lost my way attempting to make it three, emptying myself in Britney's clasping tunnel. I rolled us onto our sides and we were still entwined when Vera entered the bed behind me, murmuring, "That looked good. Isn't he wonderful, Britney?" "Uhm huhm..." Britney was flagged; orgasm tended to rob her of energy in the short term. Vera smiled and caressed her back once and lay down behind me -- and we all went to sleep... Dean Atkinson: It is Sunday evening -- the end of our first full day on the Valhalla, and one involving a lot of education for everyone. I'm in bed, with Shelley -- my one-time spouse -- in my arms, crying bitterly, wondering if I hadn't made a serious mistake... On the afternoon that I'd consolidated my hold on my two current concubines, Nadine had pulled me aside and asked me if she could cohabit with me. We were to pool our resources where concubines were concerned -- and Nadine wanted to carry a child or two of mine. This seemed like a pretty good idea, so I accepted. Yesterday, upon our boarding, Nadine ensured that she was a part of my entourage and was quartered with me. This didn't seem to be a problem either, despite the fact that she banished both of my concubines so that we could have our own first tryst. Nadine is seriously accomplished, if somewhat demanding; I enjoyed myself and didn't worry, as I was up to the task WITHOUT augmentation. Today, however, she asked for some interesting alterations to both herself and my concubines, including upsizing the clitoris on each of them and a limited (by me -- I'm not a fan of udders) bust increase -- and some tongue modifications on Shelley and Susan. She also became VERY controlling -- which was disconcerting for my concubines, as they expected to answer to me alone. She ended up spanking them both and then requiring from each an extended session of cunnilingus. Susan was still at it; Shelley's tongue was apparently worn to a nub... 'AI, I'm concerned that I may have made a mistake where Nadine is concerned, ' I subvocalized. 'What is the current guidance for when two sponsors of different sexes cohabitate?' 'We haven't really worked this out... ' I mused. 'That's correct.' 'She wants me to confront her?' 'How will I know which way it is going to fall?' 'That could be cold comfort... ' I mused. Was I up for this? The AI was leading me to believe that Nadine was looking for discipline -- was I a disciplinarian? Yeah, actually ... I even had a big, thick paddle with a couple of holes in it in my old office on Earth... "Get up, Honey." I rolled Shelley off me and got up and headed out to the main room. Nadine was splayed in a chair -- well, it had started out as one, no doubt, before she had the AI alter it. Now she was reclining on a sloping surface with her knees up over the padded arms of the thing and her crotch basically hanging at the edge. She was wearing nothing below the waist. Susan had her face in there -- and maybe a hand -- and Nadine was holding what looked like a leather strap. From the looks of Susan's back, even though it hadn't made enough noise for me to notice it in the bedroom, it was plenty capable of leaving stripes... "Nadine! There is such a thing as abuse! How long do you intend to do that?" "Well, for a little bit, yet. I'm not sore ... It'll be easier for the girls once our clitorises size up," Nadine replied, with a look that implied I was disturbing her. "That's another thing -- I don't have any use for chicks with dicks!" I growled. "They won't be that big, Dear. Now run along..." "Stop fucking with Susan. NOW!" I roared. "Who's going to make me?" Nadine snapped, climbing off the chair and snapping the strap against her palm. "That would be me!" I stepped forward. Nadine swung the strap and I grabbed it; the damned thing must have been of alien manufacture, since the whole underside felt like cockleburs. It didn't matter -- I had the damned thing. I used it to tug Nadine toward me. She aimed a kick at my balls -- well, at least we could swap assault charges ... I took it on the thigh -- which hurt -- and it meant that when I grabbed her foot, I felt no compunction about lifting it until she fell -- hard -- on her back. It knocked the wind out of her; I consolidated my position by rolling her over and putting her in a hammerlock. "AI, give me something in a whipping bench!" The chair started reorganizing itself into something a lot more narrow and boxy. the AI informed me. 'Get me a gag, too.' "Susan, get the stuff out of the replicator when it shows up," I instructed. Susan hauled herself up off the floor and headed for the kitchen. Nadine got her breath back and started to struggle. "You can't do this!" "I am..." I rolled her onto her back and popped the seal on her blouse. We had a brisk physical argument over whether I was going to be capable of pulling it back off her shoulders -- which Nadine lost. "This is assault!" she gasped. "This is retribution!" I corrected her. Susan arrived with some cuffs and something that looked like a belt; I slid the latter through Nadine's upper arms as they were trapped behind her by the blouse's long sleeves and tightened it down, pinning her elbows behind her back. Nadine started howling and I took the gag -- something inflatable that had a flat part that fit between the lips and teeth and a balloon piece behind the teeth -- and shoved it in her mouth. We went around and around while she tried to turn her head enough to dislodge it, but I just kept my hand over her mouth long enough to inflate the balloon to the point that extraction was impossible. Then I held her nostrils closed... Mouth breathing around a thick rubber balloon wasn't happening; Nadine struggled, turned red, and then started shading toward blue, her lungs heaving. Finally, she settled down. She was busy concentrating on breathing while I removed the blouse. Then I sat on her legs and put the ankle binders on and rolled her over to do the same with her wrists. If she gave me trouble, I squeezed the living daylights out of one of her small breasts. The chair was now an 'L' toppled forward and supported by a base attached perpendicular to the tip of the short leg. The long leg, now horizontal at waist height, was about eight inches wide and eight inches thick. I stood Nadine up and draped her over it, then threaded the wrist binders under the extension and pulled her back to the point that she bent where the 'L' did and knelt on her knees. This pinned her bound wrists against the extension, the belt behind her back above her elbows robbing her of any slack at all. Her head was over the end of the extension and her ass was in a perfect position for me to test her little strap on her. "Go get Shelley," I told Susan. When the pair returned, I directed them to stand in front of the bench, where Nadine could see them. "This is a nasty thing," I informed Nadine. "I don't like it. I'm going to see if I can wear it out on you." I gave Nadine five hard, criss-crossing stripes across the ass; if she hadn't been gagged, you probably could have heard her halfway around the planet! I circled around before her. "What? You don't like it? Imagine that!" I put six more on her back. "From the results, I think maybe you ought to find another punishment device, don't you?" Nadine nodded vigorously, tears splashing everywhere from her wet face. "I gave you control of my concubines, but they are MINE -- do you understand? I decide when they get abused! YOU get permission!" I eyed the strap. "Damn! Not worn out yet!" You should have SEEN the contortions and the head bobbing and the attempted squeals ... I circled behind her and put two strokes on each thigh, then handed it to Shelley. "Have the AI do whatever they do with things we don't need any more with this." I undid the strap around Nadine's upper arms; she stayed put, letting her arms droop. I unwrapped her from the extension by simply lifting her limp arms over her head and pulled her up and off the thing. "AI, make this a chair again. On second thought, make it whatever outlandish shape Nadine had it in. She owes the girls a cum or two." I deflated the gag and extracted it; Nadine panted and blubbered quietly. "Shelley!" I snapped my fingers and pointed at the chair. "Assume the position." Shelley got into the chair, now reconfigured for pussy licking. I hauled Nadine up to it and said, "Now YOU eat pussy until I get tired!" It didn't go on long, but Shelley and Susan both got an orgasm. Then I sat in an armless chair and dragged Nadine over my lap. "I'm sorry!" she wailed. "You did it on purpose!" I accused. "No! No!" "Yes you did! You wanted to see who was boss! Okay, so who is boss?" "You are!" "You remember that!" I admonished. "On the other side of that door, you're a sponsor and aside from the fact that you work for me, you're theoretically my equal. But on THIS side of that door, you're one step up from those poor sluts -- and one step isn't enough for you to get a swelled head over. Am I clear?" "Yes." "Yes, what?" "Yes, SIR!" "If you have a problem with that, you can STAY on the other side of that door -- understand? That's your prerogative. If you exercise it, though, don't come back -- EVER! Nothing will be said -- the door just won't open for you. You'll have made your choice. Clear?" "Yes Sir!" "Sit up here so I can take the binders off." I undid her wrists, then had her lie on her back while I undid her ankles. "Now drape yourself over my legs -- I'm going to paddle your ass some more." She came to me and bent over my lap gingerly and I gave her ten bare handed swats -- five on each ass cheek -- then sat rubbing her ass. Nadine was a fairly narrow woman; she didn't have a lot of ass to take such things. Rubbing her told me something, though; she was wet. I let my fingers slip down over her slit, and then further, to her clitoris. Rubbing it, I told her, "If that thing gets as big as the first joint on my thumb, I'm going to find a way to make you wish it hadn't -- understand? If you were gonna grow it more, you'd better pop down to Medical bright and early and get it fixed! I don't mind you sizing it up, but it isn't going to look like a short dick, understand?" "Uuuhhh! Yes, Sir!" She was sloppy. "Do you want to grab your clothes and hit the hallway? You can go any time..." "No sir!" Nadine's voice was very meek. "Apologize to the girls..." "I'm sorry, Shelley! I'm sorry, Susan!" "If you sized up the girls too big, I'll beat YOUR ass, not theirs!" "I'll fix it!" "You want to suck my cock?" "Please?" Things got pleasant after that. While Nadine tried her damnedest to deep-throat me, I explained to the other two girls that she wasn't really vindictive; she just had to know whether I was the boss or not -- because if I wasn't, things weren't going to work out. Then, nice and primed, I bent Shelley over the chair and fucked her silly, testing MY augmentation -- and followed up by doing the same to Susan. Nadine didn't get any -- and she understood why, perfectly. Tony: Why am I with Maureen? Great question -- just don't expect me to be able to answer it. Take Friday night, for instance: Maureen wasn't the project -- her little sister Judith was. And Judith was younger and cuter and better built. Maybe that was it; Maureen wasn't work. We sat and talked, and I moved her around the dance floor, and I was on break -- because Judith was the project. So it was free and easy -- the way it just isn't, usually. You see, Troy and I didn't date -- not the normal way, where you meet a chick and you say nice things and you get her attention and you ask her out, yada, yada, yada. We'd developed a system that worked -- in that it got us laid regularly -- and we worked it. Basically, we isolated a chick and we played 'good cop, bad cop' -- Troy treated her like a slut, and if she balked, I tried to convince her she was acting like a cunt for not letting him have his way. Troy was always the bad cop and I was always the good cop -- because we just weren't suited to doing it the other way... So I was fucking with Judith -- but I was on a date with Maureen; Hell, it wasn't even that, really. Maureen was there and she was pleasant and she didn't seem to mind if I rubbed her ass or copped a feel or slipped her a little tongue while we ground our crotches into each other on the dance floor. It was free and easy -- and Troy wasn't involved at all... Where Judith was concerned, Troy ran things -- that's just Troy. We'd run this game with variations more times than I cared to count -- we probably averaged a couple of times a week -- so I made the moves and checked the block on schedule. But with Maureen there WASN'T a schedule -- I was winging it, and it was what I wanted, when I wanted -- and maybe more important, when SHE wanted! Troy's play list called for me to face-fuck Judith and then butt-fuck her, while he took the pussy -- but he didn't have a playlist for Maureen ... That was OUR playlist -- and we shuffled it the way we wanted to. Maureen had a bigger ass -- so? She had bigger tits, too, even if they weren't as nice looking. When we had Judith on the ropes and got serious and Maureen got up and left, I missed her. So when Maureen came back and grabbed my cock after Troy set Judith up for the big double-penetration mind-fuck, doing Judith's ass just wasn't that important to me. Maureen WANTED my dick, while for Troy it was just a tool to fuck with Judith's head, and I wasn't gonna get any pussy from her, anyway. So I walked -- Maureen wanted me to crawl on top of her and slide my cock in her pussy and I hadn't had to pop the top off her head and scramble her brain to get there. And she was hot and wet and moved her ass and said things and did things that said, "I like you!" rather than "Fuck me -- I'm worthless!" And when we were done, she wanted to cuddle. It was just ... different. Troy was pissed, but in the end Old Harley probably did a better job, anyway. And Maureen asked me what I was doing Saturday... And that was a date, you know? An honest-to-God date ... Troy gave me shit and called me a fuckwad and asked me, "What do you want to fuck with that fat bitch for?" He just didn't get it. I didn't, either, but I couldn't stay away... So I cruised the school where this 'special event' was going on, and Jack's girls were out front and waved me over and then she was standing there, on the steps, in that grey uniform. I dunno, it just grabbed me! She was totally the opposite of how she'd been the night before. Now she was reluctant, uncertain. And she was offering me something, but it had all kinds of strings attached, and she wanted me to know THAT up front. And the more she worried, the more I knew it was the right thing to take the deal... ------- Chapter 47 Tony: That got me here -- wherever here is. Yesterday and last night were a zoo, and I ended up following Maureen around like a puppy dog while she tried to fix a hundred people's troubles. Eventually, we staggered to her apartment or hotel room or whatever -- I thought it was a ship's cabin, but if it was, it was roomy. She was wasted and said, "I can't do sex tonight, Tony -- just hold me." And it wasn't a problem, you know? We were asleep in no time. We were up early, and she got into uniform and we did breakfast -- and shit started rolling downhill. Those three guys -- ugh! And her boss shows up and we end up walking through five different cafeterias -- all basically identical -- to see who was freaking and who wasn't. After that, we went to Medical and got into some tubes and I felt a little better when I got out, but otherwise, I don't think they did much. Maybe they did something for Maureen. I DID get a collar -- which wasn't much of a trade for my clothes, even if it DOES have a radio and a GPS and who knows what else in it. Classes, lunch, more classes -- and that awful goddamned video where they fucked that poor bastard over! I was seriously freaked -- but then I realized that I wasn't out hunting for a sponsor -- I HAD one! All I had to do was take care of her... Dinner was puppy dog time again -- this time, buck naked. There wasn't a whole lot of happiness in the concubine community; Maureen got stopped a bunch of times so someone could ask stupid questions or vent or both. Finally, tired, she said, "Let's go home..." I SWEAR that the door that opened for us tonight isn't the same as last night's -- Maureen staggered a bit over it, too -- but I guess it doesn't matter. I got her inside and I got her something to drink and I got her out of her uniform and into bed, because it's my JOB to take care of her -- and she needs it because she's carrying a heavy load right now. That pretty much brings us up to date -- except, yeah, I'm busy fucking a fat chick -- FUCK YOU, Troy! I licked her chubby pussy until she squealed and bucked and mashed my face into it and then she said, "I want it!" And I'm giving it to her, slow and gentle, and she's gasping and moaning and calling out my name and rubbing my sides ... It's slow and easy and all about making us both feel good -- and after she arches the third time, I grind myself against her and let go a load and it's just good, you know? Troy's too goddamned picky. Maureen hugs me to her and I hug back because I really don't want to be anywhere else... She's asleep. I have to get up and piss, and I'm trying to figure out how to do it without awakening her -- not because she's coyote ugly and I might have to chew my arm off to escape, but because she needs her sleep. Fat doesn't enter into it -- Hell, I hope she gets bigger, and pops out twins! We've got something going, I think; I want it to last a while... Jack: Despite the best of intentions, Keisha and I went at it like we were killing rats. Dinner over, we returned to my quarters -- and once in the door, I turned to her, "Ready?" "Seems like I've been waitin' a week!" She grabbed my hand and started tugging. I waved a finger at the others, but didn't put on the brakes -- we were late ... Keisha let go of my hand once we were in my bedroom and sat on the bed. "I can help you get out of your stuff..." "Probably faster if I do it," I replied. It didn't take that long, anyway. She pushed herself up on the bed on her back and I came forward and draped myself over her and leaned in for a kiss -- but romance wasn't what was on Keisha's mind. She put her hand to my cheek and said, "Jack, I'm wet already, you know? We don't have to wait..." "You're also a virgin," I pointed out. "Well, put your finger in and stir the pot..." She WAS wet! There was a hymen there, and poking my finger through the hole tore it a bit, but she barely flinched. She was drippy! "Jus' do it, okay? Get it in there. Once it's in, then maybe..." she husked. Some things you just don't argue. I repositioned between her upraised knees so that my probe was in the proper place and snapped my hips. "Shit!" Keisha blinked back tears and grabbed my hips, but I'd done what I was there to do. I waited, maybe two inches buried in her, until she relaxed. "More?" I asked. "Uh huh. Slow..." Her hands pressing against my hips kept me from snapping them again. I applied pressure and let her control things by how hard she pressed back. It went in waves; she would give ground and I would take a bit, and then she would firm up and stop me. We played the game five or six times before my glans bumped her cervix, causing her to grimace. "That's it, I guess." "It'll stretch," I advised her. "I don't have much left. Backing off..." She wiggled some as I backed out, ironing her tunnel walls with my flange. "Yeah, okay..." She was looking at the ceiling -- and not seeing it while she concentrated on feeling. When I hit the tight ring of her opening, she said, "Come on..." and tugged my hips. I oozed forward -- not fast, but quicker than the first time, and she nodded, "Yeah..." She let go of my hips so I could back off again, nodding, "Uh huh..." When I was wedged in her entrance, she tugged at my hips again, asking for a little more speed. I doubled things, backed out, and doubled them again. "Yeah, good, come on..." She handed off speed control to me and I started cycling. "Yeah ... shit ... fuck ... more ... Oh! Oh, shit! Do it! Fuck!" I got serious, and Keisha started rolling her pussy up to take my stroke, then pressing back down so I dragged along her walls on the way out. I stopped worrying about her cervix in the face of her accelerating response and started nailing it. Keisha started throwing her head back and forth wailing, "Yeah! Shit! Bang it! Open it up! SHOOT IN THERE! AAAAHHHH!!!!" She was lifting her ass to meet me, making sure I poked her on every stroke! Her eyes rolled up and her mouth opened and her big jugs jiggled and she grabbed my ass and HELPED me smash into her, howling! "AAAAHHHH!!! SHIIIIT!" Then she crashed back onto the bed and I realized she'd been arching herself. "Gawd! FUCK me with that thing!" We were apparently past the unpleasant parts... I doubt that we lasted five minutes; the third time she arched herself and grabbed my ass and started trying to push my cock right through her cervix, I lit off and started flooding her twat. She let out a scream and picked me up bodily and wouldn't LET me back up until I stopped shooting goo, after which she collapsed and let go so I could cycle in and out of her pulsing twat, enjoying the clutch of her inner walls. "Most girls don't like having their cervix poked," I noted, panting. "Well, I do!" Keisha puffed back. "I LOVED it! When can we go again?" "Gimme a minute..." "I'll suck it." Keisha sat up and proceeded to prove that her blowjob of earlier had been no accident. I was up and running in record time and Keisha made a request: "Doggie style?" "Sure..." I knelt up behind her. She was thoroughly broken in, so we got right to it -- and were rapidly going CRAZY, me holding onto he shoulders from behind and putting it to her as hard as I could! I'd never seen a woman who got off on having her cervix bashed, but Keisha LOVED it! Her ass shuddered constantly to impacts that I only provided half of the power for; Keisha provided the other half, throwing herself back at me! "Gimme! Gimme! Gimme! Fuck! Fuck!" she howled as we slammed together like a portcullis and a battering ram! This kind of thing wasn't going to last -- and it didn't, despite the fact that I'd just gotten off. Keisha reached right into my reserve supply with her pussy and in maybe three minutes I was pushing a pint of babymakers into her from point-blank range while she howled at the top of her lungs! I looked up and my other three women were standing there, watching the performance, wide-eyed. "We've created a monster!" Tara opined. Beth nodded dumbly. I was cycling slowly in and out of Keisha getting my aftermath goodies when she crawled forward, then turned around and reached for my cock. "Hey! You've had three! There's nine more places for that to go around here!" Frieda erupted! I honestly didn't know whether she was serious or not... Keisha snatched her hand back as if it was burned. "Sorry!" It turned out that Frieda WAS serious! "I sit out for Beth, I pass to other people, I blow strangers -- I'm in line here!" she ranted. "I count, too!" "Yes, you do, Baby," I agreed, pulling her onto the bed and into a hug. "I need a few minutes to recharge, but after that you can have it anywhere you want -- and if you don't want to fluff, Keisha owes you!" Frieda rolled her eyes. "You can't go again!" "Hide and watch!" I retorted. "Tell you what -- you crawl up on Daddy's lap and we'll look at some porno personals and in a half hour or so, Daddy will have something nice and long and hard for his smartest little girl to sit on..." Frieda giggled. "I don't believe you, but you say the sweetest things!" I settled into a chair and she crawled into my lap and pressed my hand against her left tit and leaned back against me -- and I pinched and milked her nipple and rubbed her belly and called up some concubine personal ads. They were, if anything, worse than anticipated. I picked a couple for public critique -- Frieda helped -- and put them away. In the meantime, the requisite thirty minutes had passed -- and Frieda, wiggling her bare ass on my crotch, found my recovering cock -- thank God for my augmentation package! "OOOOO! What's that Daddy?" she squeaked. "It's a present for my smart cookie of a little girl!" I replied. "Where would you like it?" Frieda thought for a moment, then said in a tiny voice, "My bum itches, Daddy. It itches REAL BAD!" "So you want me to scratch it, then?" I asked. "From the inside?" "Please?" Frieda grinned from ear to ear. "You're gonna have to help me a little..." Shit, she wasn't asking for much, expecting my fourth erection of the evening to be hard enough to penetrate her anus! But I needn't have worried -- she likes it so she knows how to make it work -- and she did! Once I was in and running, it wasn't a problem, anyway. She squatted on my lap and bounced and I cupped her mons and diddled her clitty and everybody had fun. We went probably ten minutes before I gave her a white wiggler enema -- and she got off twice. Of course, when she REALLY got off, there was a mess -- but Beth was there with a rag. Beth and Frieda got my bed, and Keisha joined Tara in the off-duty bedroom; Keisha was caught up, anyway, by just about anyone's estimation. Dave Chambers: "Dave?" a voice said softly. I leaned up, carefully. I was in bed with Antonio, who was now asleep. "Yes?" "How is he?" "Better, I think. He was terrorized -- and he's nervous about our relationship." "He's not the only one who is ... concerned..." Peg looked away. "Are you concerned about Antonio?" "No." I looked at her, standing in the door, nude. This afternoon had been an object lesson in the fact that clothing covers a multitude of issues, but Peg's only real surprise was the fact that the lack of a bra caused her breasts to point down and out some. I'd known she was thick -- and that some of it was childbirth. We'd gone through where she was headed this morning at Medical, and she'd been pretty hot at eighteen, if a little plus size. Medical didn't produce instant miracles unless you stayed in the tube for a while -- and the numbers of concubines to be processed argued against that. Most work got postponed until the patient was asleep and other physical repairs were in process, rather than competing with the demands of a conscious and moving body, but I knew that I felt better than I had that morning. "What's the problem?" "We haven't ... done much." That was true. Friday night, little Rory had displayed some displacement anxiety and it was decided that he really didn't need to be awakened in a strange place by the sound of Peg and I going at it. Saturday, I'd made my offer to Antonio -- who had accepted -- and which prompted a celebration that Peg wasn't a part of, both because Rory needed attention and because I didn't really feel that my male lover and my female lover were quite ready to share a bed yet. "When you're right, you're right..." I climbed out of Antonio's bed and went to her. Knowing that she wanted my touch, I took her in my arms. "I think that the distractions are over for now." I bent to kiss her neck -- and she melted against me. Maybe I shouldn't have been surprised -- but we'd never been here before. We'd had the boss-secretary thing where I counted on her for everything and she gave me a hundred thirty percent and hoped I noticed. Well, I did, but until there was going to be a pickup, I had to contend with the whole sexual harassment thing if I moved it forward and things didn't work out. Now that wasn't an issue -- for a couple of reasons. The first thing I noticed was the feel of her; compared to Antonio, who was small for a male -- everywhere -- she was plush, womanly -- comfortable. The way she pressed herself against me, comfort was on her mind. She mewled and wrapped her arms around me and pressed herself close and absorbed the touch of my wandering hands hungrily. "What do you want?" I asked softly. "What you were giving Antonio, anyway," she murmured. "I may not be ... exciting ... to you, but I hope to be..." I released her and turned her but maintained an arm around her as I pointed us at the room that had been set aside for her. "There have been ... distractions." "Which I failed to overcome," she muttered. It was clear that she was concerned that I might be uninterested in her and set her aside... "Rory isn't something you can be expected to overcome -- you're too involved," I pointed out. "Antonio ... Well, I wanted to affect his rescue -- and today was traumatic for him. Did you see the video?" "No." That made sense -- it CERTAINLY wasn't anything young Rory should see. She hadn't been present when I'd screened it -- or the highlights, anyway -- after Antonio returned to me, a wreck, coming from the live performance. "I think they should have shown EVERYBODY. There were female components to the thing, too." "Well..." "Fine." We were in Peg's room. "AI, close the adjoining door to Rory's room and ensure that he hears nothing, please? On the other hand, we should be aware of any problems he might run into..." The door closed. I waved Peg onto the bed and got out of my coverall and climbed in beside her. "AI, put the video from this afternoon -- the one Antonio was in of the male concubine briefing -- up on the wall." "Should the bed be reconfigured?" The AI asked audibly, since we were both in it. "Please." The top of the -- well, mattress, I guess -- rose, tilting, and making a backrest like a hospital bed. An area around the knees also humped up to provide angled comfort. "That's fine, I think." Peg leaned across to put her head under my arm and I felt the bed shift again, to accommodate her. I ended up with a breast in my hand and her head on my shoulder under my arm, the bed actually curving up behind her back to help her be supported and comfortable. It was something that no bed in my experience had ever been capable of -- maybe a beanbag chair could have duplicated it, but not with any active support... "Okay, go ahead." We watched the whole thing. I'm embarrassed to say that it left me aroused. Peg noticed and wrapped her hand around my cock and I STAYED aroused. The nipple under my fingers and her soft groans when I manipulated it said I wasn't the only one. When the pair went out on leashes, I was tempted to have the AI shut it off, but we sat through the after-action review with the female crewman, somewhat distracted by what we were doing to one another. I had a breast in one hand and was stroking every skin surface I could reach with the other. "So that's what happened..." I croaked. "Poor Antonio..." Peg muttered -- but she bent and her mouth enveloped my glans. Clearly, we weren't going to be discussing Antonio's sad state... I've had better blowjobs -- but no more dedicated efforts. When she knew a bit more about what she was doing, Peg would be a wonder, no doubt; as it was, she merely whetted my appetite for her pussy. After a very short time, I croaked, "Over on your back. Are you wet?" "Soaked -- but it's been a while..." The bed flattened some and molded itself to our changed positions, actually raising Peg's head so she could watch as I slipped a finger in her and rubbed her clit. "Oh, God!" she groaned. "You've no idea..." "Tell me." I expected her to tell me how hot she was -- I wanted to see if she would talk dirty. Instead, I got, "I've wanted this ever since that first day ... I've wanted you in me; I've wanted to crawl under your desk..." Somewhat taken aback, I asked, "What about... ?" "The boys?" She smiled an odd smile, even while her nostrils flared and she gasped a bit. "Have you ever noticed that they're always boys?" "Sorry?" I didn't get it. "Never big, hairy men. No muscle guys. Always ... twinks. Always ... bottoms. Antonio is a bottom, isn't he?" Her legs were flexing and her toes pointed and I knew she was close. "Yes," I agreed. "Antonio is a bottom." "Might as well be Antonia!" she gasped. "I've seen ... AAAHHH!" She thrashed under my fingers. She was right, but I wasn't certain what it all meant. Antonio, in particular, was a natural bottom; he wanted a cock in there -- and he could cum that way. From our conversations, it was clear to me that he wanted to be able to come out -- flaming -- something that fear had kept him from doing before. I didn't quite see what she was getting at... "So..." "I'm not scared of boys..." she gasped, then whined, "Please... !" undulating. We could have a serious conversation about my proclivities later, I decided. My cock was no more interested in more talk than Peg was. I crawled over her and pressed home inside her. We simultaneously erupted, "Aaaaahhhh!" She was wet and tight and clutched me in a hot, liquid grasp. Her arms clutched me and I gazed down at her urgent face as she implored, "Love me!" That's not the same as "Fuck me!" I knew that. Peg had more invested than that -- and she desperately wanted a return. Well, that really wasn't a problem ... I started moving slowly in her, not rushing it, maximizing the pleasure as best I could. She clung to me gasping and moaning, little endearments leaking from her lips. Before, the whole thing might have been daunting, but now I could accept this as my due -- and not even return it, if I chose. The chances of my not returning such affection were slim and none, though ... Urgency increased in us, but the speed or the technique didn't change that much; we merely reacted to it. There is no requirement to stir the pot more rapidly to make it boil. When she gasped and strained and clutched herself to me whining quietly, deep in her throat, I was more than happy to release my pent-up flood in her and collapse. "Better?" I asked in a whisper, my lips at her ear. "Sleep with me?" "Certainly." I didn't even move, knowing that she didn't want me to. The bed again adjusted in subtle ways, but I just relaxed and let her get her fill of me. Jack: I got called out five times overnight -- and I wasn't the only one. Everyone in the 'colony command group' -- those of us associated with Nuevo Angelino and not crew who had the ultimate fate of the colonists in our hands -- got calls -- and that included Maureen and Vera, who Mark had put on the watch list to get their feet wet. They had to call Mark or me, of course, so THAT backfired... There were a lot of domestic disturbances -- a lot of recriminations and anger and 'How could you do this to me? How could you do this to US?' In general, the women involved couldn't answer for themselves properly because they hadn't known what they were getting into, either. That resulted in stupid answers to angry questions and out of two thousand couples or so, one percent or so got mad enough to attempt an attitude adjustment -- and got stung, usually after getting in one good lick. About three a.m. we had an impromptu conference call and kangaroo court and I presented a case for leniency based upon extenuating circumstances -- and won, so no one woke up in a holding cell awaiting a chance to become vacuum-packed. I was up at six and out the door by six-thirty with Tara and Abe in tow, some vague idea for a demo flickering behind my eyeballs. We were in Colonist Control by seven when we put on Reveille -- not literally, but everyone got the alarm clock. After five minutes or so, when most were moving, I got on the intercom, "All right, concubines! There are about twenty of you waking up this morning with a nasty hangover from stinger fire. You're lucky that you're not waking up in a holding cell; believe me when I tell you that your fates hung in the balance overnight! As it is, we're aware that yesterday was particularly stressful, and have granted clemency, this one time. This is your one and only warning, though -- I wouldn't go trying anyone's patience; stinger fire should have gotten your attention, anyway. Frankly, there may still be consequences. If the mother of your children feels uncomfortable around you after the assault, she needn't even discuss things with you -- she can discuss it with an AI or one of her trainers and the next time you WOULD have gotten together, you'll discover that she's been relocated. Oh, and by the way, if she does leave, all further communication with her goes through an AI, and if we detect evidence that you're stalking her or anything stupid like that, I'll kill you myself! You'll be seeing the kids on supervised visits where she won't be present for her own safety -- and the only person who can change all that will be her." I paused for a minute, then added, "And for the vast majority of you who are blameless and trying your best to cope with a tough situation, my apologies and good morning! Everyone should be at mess at eight, as we have a couple of announcements. Don't be late!" After a moment, I said, "AI, please connect me to the twenty affected families, both the male and the females involved." "Begging and pleading and apologizing are embarrassing," I noted for this particular audience only, "but threats establish a pattern of abuse. I hope I make myself clear..." I had the AI cut the connection, then turned to the watch officer. "Keep an eye on them. They're on parole -- they didn't get a free pass." Turning to Abe, I said, "Come on -- let's get the family and go to breakfast." I picked up Tara with my eyes and she followed us out, beaming. We ate early, because I wanted to be back in my quarters to conduct the 'announcements.' At eight o'clock, I was kicked back in a chair in my quarters with the AI locked and cocked to assist. 'All right, concubines!" I began. "I've had a chance to examine some of your personal ads and I'm here to tell you they're -- well, they're pretty bad, actually. Let me show you an example..." On the walls of every mess, an ad came up. A pretty little brown haired thing smiled and said, "Hi! I'm Barb, and this is Bob..." A dark haired guy smiled and nodded over her shoulder. "And this is Ryder..." Barb put a five year old on on her lap, apparently, "and this is Michelle..." Michelle leaned into the field of view and waved; she was maybe eight. "Bob and I love each other -- and we love our children -- and we're looking for someone who will let us stay together as a family. Won't you help? Please contact me if you're interested -- I'm number Sixteen-Twenty." The video flickered out. "That was nice, wasn't it?" I asked rhetorically. "Nice and clear and to the point -- and it kind of tore at the heartstrings, didn't it? Did you all feel sympathetic? I have to tell you, I kept waiting for some kindly, bearded gent to come on after that and tell me that for just ten cents a day, young Herkimer could get toothpaste and a backpack and a hot dog for lunch or something. Problem is, there isn't any Christian Concubine's Fund on Nuevo Angelino -- or any 'Save the Concubine' or anything like that. Now, there might be six guys on the planet with nine plus CAP scores and ten concubines who might feel charitable and let the four of you go off somewhere in a back room and only show up for meals and get a charge out of your undying gratitude -- but what are the OTHER two thousand couples gonna do?" I shook my head. "Where do I start with this? A? Z? M and work both ways? 'B' I think -- 'B' as in Barb -- and breasts. Did you notice that you didn't see anybody below the neck? Talk about buying a pig in a poke! She could at LEAST have recorded the ad in 'Attention' and let herself be seen! How about 'C' as in cock? How long is Bob's schlong -- and is it a threat? Or is it a drawing card with some nice female sponsor who will let BOB bring home the bacon and Barb play second fiddle? How about 'D' as in 'do?' What is Barb willing to do -- and how willing is she to do it? What about Bob? Theoretically, they both ought to be up for anything -- but it's probably best to acknowledge it -- and state preferences, if you're not interested in something. What I got from this is 'We want you to take care of us and put a roof over our heads, but we don't want to OWE you anything and we don't really want to have anything to do with you.' Somebody has to pay the bill, you know? How about 'E' for experience? What's Barb done? Did she like any of it? What's Bob done? I guess 'F' is for frigid..." I ran through six or eight more letters before arriving at 'P.' "P is for Presentation. Barb SHOULD have run through all four Presentation positions. It might have made sense for Bob, to, too -- or at least make the point that he's very, very straight. Even then, a sponsor is going to want to see his parts, for one reason or another. I'm sure I could find some more stuff to talk about -- but by now, you ought to be able to get the point. Right now, most of you couples are trying to get picked up as a package -- but if you can't do any better than this, the time is going to come when you have to make solo videos. You need to think about that -- it might help you get in the right frame of mind. As it is, one of my concubine's five-year-old kid could probably put together a better video than most of you did. Remember that you have AI support ... Do it again this afternoon, people!" Finally, I sat back and said, "Okay, for our final bit of news, this video sequence started at five a.m. this morning. It's available for replay to everyone." The walls depicted Earth, in all her glory. The picture held fast for a few moments, and then the big blue and white and brown ball began to slowly shrink. "Say goodbye, people. Most of you won't be seeing Mother Earth again." The sequence played until well after the Valhalla had crossed lunar orbit -- and included the Moon, as the trajectories crossed. Things got pretty emotional. I don't think some concubines left mess before ten. ------- Chapter 48 Jack: In the meantime, the AI piped up with, "Oh?" I'd been talking out my ass... "Young Abe appears to be a viable candidate for the creation of such a video, given proper support." "Um." I was a little dazed and confused. Abe was there in the room, having viewed the video -- which, let's face it, hadn't even been rated 'R'. I shrugged. What the Hell... "Abe, the AI thinks you can make a better video than that lady. What do you think? It will help..." Abe cocked his head. "Maybe." "We can put together some already collected video, Abe. You can be the narrator," the AI offered. "Narrator?" "The person who talks, describing things." the AI clarified. "That might be fun..." He wandered off. I told Tara that he was making a video and that she should assist as necessary and headed off for Colonist Control -- this time with Beth along to keep my hands busy. All of my women were looking improved -- even the ones I hadn't made serious adjustments to. I'd noticed at mess that there were fewer real horror-shows present, although we weren't there for the heaviest flow. The AI alerted me that the product was ready a bit after eleven so I watched it -- and laughed my ass off! At twelve, I put it on the mess walls... "This morning I made an idle boast, so my five-year-old and an AI got together to prove me right!" The video started with Abe standing off-center of the screen in a T-shirt and shorts. "Hi! I'm Abe. This is my sister Elise..." A short clip of little Elise waving appeared. "And my sister Shawna..." There was another short clip of Shawna in a high chair, eating. "This is Momma..." Tara proceeded to go from Presentation One through Presentation Three on-screen, smiling -- and the AI made sure you saw every square inch as it videoed, including close-ups of her pink parts -- yet the whole thing took maybe ten seconds. "Daddy hasn't been around in a while ... This is Jack..." I appeared on screen, in uniform -- surveillance video, apparently, since no one had asked me for any. "Jack is what you call a sponsor. A few days ago, Momma made an agreement with Jack that he would take care of us if she did what he told her to do. Some of that includes adult stuff..." There was a short montage of me fucking Tara and Tara giving me a blowjob. "Momma doesn't mind, and Jack is a nice guy -- I like him. He treats Momma better than Daddy did, and he's a LOT nicer than Momma's old boss. This is Keisha..." We got a split-screen of Keisha, standing, naked, slowly turning, Keisha giving me a blowjob, and Keisha and I fucking. "This is Frieda..." There was another split-screen with similar footage. "And Beth. They all help Momma take care of me and are really nice..." Somewhere, they got a shot of Beth knelt up doggie with a beatific expression on her face while yours truly pounded her pussy, making her ass jiggle. "They all do adult stuff with Jack and they're pretty happy about it. Beth is pregnant -- and she's REALLY happy! Maybe this stuff really isn't so bad, huh? Bye!" Abe grinned and waved and the video faded out. I came back on with, "Okay, maybe Abe isn't selling anything -- but as you can see, a lot of you probably aren't REALLY looking at a fate worse than death ... Clearly, if you ask an AI for some help, you'll get a better product. I had absolutely nothing to do with this little production after authorizing it. I didn't even pose for the shots -- they're all surveillance videos. So, has the old man poked you since you came on board? Maybe it's worth looking at..." I left them with that. Chief Slocum: Monday morning we got underway and I could stop standing watches in Transport Room Fifty-Two. Transport activity in transit was limited to the ship's internal transporters and while they required an occasional glance, they were preset; you just punched a button and stepped on the pad and stepped off on the far side -- a kid could do it. I had a team wandering the corridors doing maintenance checks -- like a transporter had EVER failed -- and put my feet up in my office and eyeballed some concubine personals. I had finally had to get rid of Trixie -- we just didn't mesh -- and I hadn't replaced her. No, I didn't recycle her or anything -- Crewman Reynolds had the hots for her, so I handed her off. Frankly, I didn't expect her to last with him, either, she was such an airhead. Lieutenant Harper's collection of porkers got me to thinking -- of course, as it turned out, most of 'em didn't belong to him, anyway, but rather to some Doctor Hopkins. They were all related, somehow, evidently, so I went looking for chicks named Hopkins, because the young one had something -- something I couldn't put a finger on -- that made her hot. But I couldn't find an ad for her, which was sort of irritating. Well, there was more than one way to skin a cat; I did a search on Sub-Decurion Hopkins -- and got two! Pictures got me the younger one -- the one I'd pissed off; hopefully, she wouldn't hold a grudge. Still it was best to do this personally, so I got a location from the AI and headed over to where she was going through classroom areas. "Sub-Decurion!" She turned, looking weary, "Yes, Crewman?" Her boy toy turned too, looking wary and protective. She cocked her head, adding ruefully, "Sorry, I don't have the ranks down yet." "The Marines would call me Gunny, but on this tub, I'm a Chief Petty Officer," I replied. "Chief Slocum." "You look familiar..." "Transport Room. I have a big mouth," I replied, prepared to take it like a man. "Oh, yeah. Lieutenant Harper apologized for you," she replied, pursing her lips. "What can I do for you?" "About your sister," I said lamely, "I can't find her personal ad. Only so many Hopkins..." The woman pursed her lips again, eyeing me. "Judith got married young. She got the looks in the family, but she's not the brightest bulb in the circuit -- not that she's stupid, just ... gullible, I guess. It didn't work out, and she was partially to blame." She seemed to shake herself; there seemed to be some undercurrents, like irritation that her sister had married before her, that she was cuter, that she got more attention ... The boy toy stepped up behind her and rubbed her back and she glanced over her shoulder at him -- but he didn't stop and she didn't say anything to him. Instead, she looked back at me. "Try Collins." Then she cocked her head and her eyes flashed and she said, "Slocum. That's a fine old redneck name." "Yes, Ma'am." I took the hit with good grace. "Good luck, Chief Slocum. I really mean that." She turned and headed off down the companionway, her boy toy heeling her. ------- Back in my office, I called up Judith Collins. Some things are just too cute for words -- and her personal ad was one of them. It wouldn't garner a lot of positive attention, but I was ... enchanted. Yeah, enchanted -- that's a word I don't use much. There was something about her ... I punched the assigned extension, seventeen sixty-eight... "Hello?" "I'm answering your ad," I replied, cutting to the chase. The AI did whatever it is they do to set up video transmission and reception on almost any surface of the ship's interior. She was in a class with about a hundred other concubines, apparently, about ten feet from the vantage point, facing to my left. Glancing left, she obviously picked up my visage on the wall, then got up out of 'Attention' and approached. "The AI feels that answering the phone is more important," she related. I was somewhat surprised, since every other female in sight was rubbernecking. "I'm kind of surprised," she added, "I've been told it sucked." "I'm a niche audience, I guess," I replied, smiling ruefully. "Do you remember me? I told you a couple of days ago that I'd like to see you naked." "In the transporter room?" Judith dimpled. "I remember. Here I am..." She did a slow three-sixty. "I was hoping for a close-up," I replied. "Do you want to look, or did you have something more personal in mind?" she asked, smiling. "Now that you mention it..." "When?" She stopped and I knew that she was communing with the AI. "Apparently my schedule is open." "Fifteen minutes?" I offered. "Suite seven ninety-six?" I merely parroted the address the AI gave me as it flashed in my brain. "I'll be there." The video link dropped. I went to the nearest head to see what I looked like -- why was I acting like I was on a date? I'd HAD concubines -- and I'd had any number of women in the last couple of years... Judith: So I was going to a private viewing with a prospective sponsor. The looks the other women in the room gave me ran the gamut from envy to scorn. The AI, however, expressed approval. "You did well, Judith Collins," it announced generally. "Even to the point of what you call flirting. Congratulations." Someone clapped, and several took it up -- but someone hooted, "Whore!" "That will be enough, Allison!" the AI erupted. "You will be difficult to place; you have a poor attitude." "Why, because I'm not a slut who will open her legs for any dick to come along?" Allison snarled "This is disgusting! It's pimping! It's..." "Operator..." the AI muttered. Suddenly, Allison's face got red and her eyes rolled up and she flopped bonelessly to the mat she was kneeling on. "Medical Corpsman to Concubine Classroom Seven Seventy-Eight," the AI intoned. Thinking about it, I knew it didn't have to transmit that dialog in the classroom -- it was saving itself explanations. "Ladies," it resumed, "Let's talk about bad attitude -- and your collars ... Do not touch the clasp, or you will get a shock! Judith Collins, you have an appointment..." I got out of there. My brain was seething as I followed the AI's directions to Suite Seven Ninety-Six. Obviously, the collars had some kind of control device built in... 'AI? About the collars?' the AI related. 'Do I dare ask?' At the AI's mental prodding, I stopped in the hallway and looked at the wall to my left. A video window opened. A male concubine was approaching a sponsor with a wicked-looking knife. There was a POP! -- and the concubine's head came off his neck, very messily! I closed my eyes and leaned against the wall, nauseous. "God!" "Uuuuuhhh..." was all I could get out around my clenched stomach. the AI muttered. "Right..." I staggered forward, leaning against the wall, taking deep breaths. I got to the suite before I was really settled; the door slid open and I staggered in to find my interviewer already standing there. "What's wrong?" he asked. "I just found out about these..." I pointed at my collar. "Personally? AI..." After a moment, he nodded. "Oh. Yeah, that's ugly. I bet it didn't tell you that the explosive has only been used maybe three times since they've been deployed." He came forward and wrapped a hand around my upper arm. "Frankly, I think they suck. Are you okay?" "I just wanted to vomit -- real bad..." "I'm sorry..." He stood awkwardly, clearly wanting to comfort me, but restraining himself. I WANTED comfort, though; without even thinking about it, I stepped into his embrace. The guy was nearly a head taller than me and he had big hands -- but the one that rubbed my back was gentle. I tucked my head against his barrel chest and explored his back with my hands; he was solid under his uniform. Nothing much got said for a minute or two, until my stomach settled and I raised my head -- then he instantly released me. "Sit." He waved at a chair and settled into another. "Tell me about you. You were married?" "Right out of high school," I replied. Had I said that in my ad? "I was a good Grade 'B' I guess, and I collected a guy and we thought we were in love -- or maybe I just did. I was kind of stupid about a bunch of things, though. He wasn't that great a catch in the first place -- my sister tried to warn me -- and he started fooling around..." "When did you leave him?" my interviewer asked. "I guess technically the night before I stepped on the disk that brought me here," I replied ruefully. "I've been told it was partially my fault, anyway..." "Oh?" "Momma wasn't much good at discussing sex while I was growing up," I explained, "even though I guess she's an authority on the stuff. She was pretending to be something she wasn't, and that included pretending to be almost a Puritan..." I looked up at him; I'd been talking to my lap. "Suddenly, I'm hearing that it's okay to enjoy sex -- but I'm confused..." My interviewer sat back, looking a little confused. "I would want you to enjoy it -- a lot! I can't think of any guy who wouldn't. I'd be particularly pleased if you enjoyed it with me..." "So what about the old idea that if you like it, you're a slut and not a lady?" I asked. "That's more or less what I got growing up..." My interviewer shook his head. "Somebody ought to be shot. Why that stupid myth persists to this day..." He gathered himself. "So you were avoiding sex. Do you like it?" "Yes." I shrugged. "Momma now claims she was a big fat liar while I was growing up. Maureen says I'm an idiot for not realizing. Beth ... I think Beth fell in love first, but it was a race." "You seem pretty confused," my interviewer offered. "Jack -- you know Jack, right? Lieutenant Harper?" I asked. Getting a nod, I went on. "Jack kind of put me through a night of slut training the night before I got here. I did a lot of stuff. I let myself go at the end and, well, it was all good, even if it was a little extreme..." I paused, musing. "I don't know what to think about that." "So what is your link to LT Harper?" my interviewer asked. "He's my sister Beth's sponsor. He kind of took the whole family under his wing," I explained. "Daddy was sponsor-class, but wasn't scheduled for anything -- but Jack did something and they took the whole place where Daddy works, I guess. Momma -- I don't know what happened. She was all fucked up..." I covered my mouth. "Oops! Anyway, when we got read in on Friday night, Momma was acting totally different than she ever had, basically -- apparently because Jack and Daddy had been making her dance to the concubine tune for most of the week and she stopped pretending to be frigid or something. There's apparently a LOT more to that, though, because suddenly Momma is a sponsor!" I shook my head, dazed and confused. "My other sister Maureen was sponsor material, but she wouldn't have been picked up, either, but for Jack..." "So you wouldn't be here except for your sister Beth?" my interviewer asked. "Uh huh," I agreed. "That's weird, since Beth makes me look like Christy Brinkley AND she has a lisp ... Frieda, her girlfriend, SWEARS it was love at first sight..." My interviewer frowned and a picture of Beth -- naked -- appeared on the wall and rotated through three hundred sixty degrees, slowly. "Huh! THAT's the one!" he grunted. Then he blinked. "And she's pregnant, too!" "WHAT?" I sat up. "No kidding? It HAS to be Jack's! I KNOW she told me she lost her virginity to Jack, like, Monday night! Does she know?" the AI intruded. My interviewer snorted and I rolled my eyes. "They know all, see all -- and sometimes tell all," my interviewer related. "Back to you. What was this 'slut training'?" "We went out to this place that Beth and her girlfriend used to go to. Momma went there sometime during the week, I think, and got about the same deal. There were a couple of guys there who seemed to specialize in rolling right over women -- kind of double-teaming them doing a 'good cop -- bad cop' thing. Jack basically turned them loose on me. At the time, I suspected that my husband was playing around, but wasn't SURE -- but Jack got pictures and gave them to those guys and..." I ran down. "And you rolled over and let them fuck you for revenge." "Yeah." "That's fair." "I was pretty stiff and limited to vanilla before that night," I admitted. "No blowjobs, no anal -- missionary style, please, you know? I've added a few things to my repertoire..." "And you're wondering what that makes you," my interviewer guessed. "Yeah. Especially since I enjoyed it." "Normal, more or less," he replied. "That's what it makes you." I nodded, not really convinced. "Okay, that's probably it for me ... I'm not much of a catch, I guess." My interviewer shrugged noncommittally, "Not necessarily. Just because your self-image has a few dents..." "So... ?" "Well, the interview process as I understand it is limited by what I want and what you'll tolerate -- which puts you in some control, since you're not registered. Want to hear about me?" "Uh huh." Okay, so, it wasn't sparkling repartee. "Chief Petty Officer Howard Slocum, Confederacy Fleet Auxiliary," he announced. "I'm assigned to this tub, and since it's HUGE, normal limits on how many concubines you can have with you are waived -- usually, it's one, but this tub is big enough to be a colony in its own right, and it's my duty station. I'm fifty-four -- or I was. Physically, I'm about twenty-five now -- and parts do better than that. I was military before..." "What do you want?" I asked. Howard shrugged. "The basics. A woman to look after me. Good sex. Kids. It'd be nice if she loved me, but I've seen it work when she didn't. It's attitude, mostly." He cocked his head. "You know most guys aren't really that complex, right?" "Why me?" I asked. "I like what I see. I like a good bit of what I hear -- and what I get a sense of under it. And I like what I've touched, thus far," Howard replied. "Your sister's sponsor rubbed my nose in something the other day. Most guys transport up with some skinny thing -- or they take something that isn't and make it that way. There are supermodel knock-offs all over the place -- and that means there's something missing. Taking a skinny chick and growing her probably wouldn't make them happy at all, and taking something really big and trying to get it to look good somewhat smaller with only a vague idea of what you want isn't gonna be much better. You, well, you're about perfect, from where I'm sitting. Improvement will mostly be locking what you've got in place, I figure, since you're there already..." "I'm ... about perfect..." 'What?' "I don't get it!" "What's to get?" Howard asked. "If you don't want a bony Barbie doll with oversized boobs ... I want something tight and compact and nicely shaped with some meat on her. There's just a lot about you that is hot if you're not wearing blinders. I mean, you're what? Nineteen? When I was nineteen, I'd have been an idiot -- but I've learned better. Trust me -- when it comes to being a woman who can deliver just about any way you can think of, you're right up there..." He reached out and took one of my hands. "Look at this -- it's perfect. Smooth, not too long and bony in the fingers, but not stubby. See how they kind of turn up at the ends? The toes do, too. You've got nice calves..." I got up, but didn't pull my hand away. Instead, looked down at myself. "They're big." "They're muscular -- and smooth," he argued. "Next you're gonna compliment my ass!" I laughed. "It's a little big," Howard shrugged, "but it's round and not square -- and you don't have big saddlebags on your hips. Maybe we'll shrink it just a leetle bit..." I turned around so that it was right in front of him and looked at it -- and him -- over my shoulder. "You're kidding, right?" He put a big paw on it and squeezed a handful gently. "Eh, maybe I was too hasty." He collected a handful of the other cheek and sat there, mauling them both. I opened my mouth to say, 'I told you so!' and he said, "Maybe we'll leave it the way it is." "WHAT?" I gasped. "Bend over a bit, Babe -- let me get the full effect." Nonplussed, I bent at the waist and watched, wide-eyed, over my shoulder while he jiggled my ass. "Can you, like clench one cheek at a time?" I did as he asked -- it took some thought as it's not a natural move -- or at least, not a voluntary one. "Jeez, I dunno," Howard muttered, "I wouldn't want to get stupid about it -- I've got a funny feeling that it might get to be a favorite toy. I love the way your inner lips hang..." He ran a finger along them, which tickled, among other things. "Wups! They popped open! Look at that!" He rubbed a knuckle along my clitoral hood, causing a flash of pleasure. "Man, that's eatin' pussy!" he said reverently. He kept running that knuckle over my clit, up and down, and I didn't go anywhere, pretending to myself that I was just doing what he wanted -- but really, I just wanted more... I'd turned away and braced my hand on my thighs -- so I didn't see the lips and tongue coming! Suddenly, his tongue was between my inner lips, tickling them and my opening, adding itself to the knuckle rub and I hunched, instinctively, to get more -- and let out an embarrassing whine ... Then that tongue slid up my perineum and started tickling my bung and omigod! I wasn't going ANYWHERE! I covered my mouth with one hand -- but I was sucking my middle finger and whining, all the time pretending that I was just doing what Howard wanted. I was, of course, but it was what I wanted, too! I was making these nonsensical noises -- grunts and moans and exclamations and stuff, all mixed together and muffled by sucking my finger and covering my mouth. My legs started jumping and Howard wrapped his arm under my hips and picked me up and put me on the chair seat, facing the back, on my knees -- which I spread wide so he could go back to what he was doing... But Howard rumbled behind me, "Your mouth hasn't said much, but your pussy's beggin' ... You want a little something?" I nodded; I couldn't get my voice to work and I couldn't look. There was a rustling behind me and it was there, wetting itself between my lips -- a BIG mushroom cock head ... Howard didn't shove it in; he put it against my opening and applied gentle pressure and the ring of muscle at my vaginal opening dilated slowly to let it in. It had a serious flange to it; I snapped shut around the shaft, locking him in. Then he started sawing in and out, short strokes, wetting a bit of the shaft and backing and wetting a bit more ... It was bigger than Dan's -- and bigger than Troy's -- thicker, longer, and it went slowly deeper until I felt his bushy hairs and his balls tapping against my clitoris, then he started lengthening his stroke ... He put his hand on my butt and his thumb on my bung and he didn't press -- he just tickled it, rubbing it in a circle -- and I put my head down on the back of the chair and held on and whined and gasped and grunted and threw my butt back for more of that WONDERFUL dick! The first time I peaked, my bung popped with my pussy and swallowed the tip of his thumb -- and I thought the top of my head was going to come off! He rooted around with it a little bit, not going for any depth, and I squealed and made other embarrassing noises. Then he took it out and bent over me and cupped both of my breasts, working my erect nipples between his hard second and third fingers while he squeezed them and started REALLY ramming me, his head behind my left shoulder muttering stuff like, "C'mon, Babe -- get another one Let's do it up -- I wanna shoot you full..." I was a horse running the Kentucky Derby, and he was my jockey, urging me on ... I crossed the finish line twice like that before he picked me up by the hips and went "Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!" -- pounding me HARD before letting up and sliding easily in and out of me while I felt his cum flow into me, filling me, starting with my womb and my depths and filling my tunnel until it dribbled from my swollen inner lips. He let go and I flopped forward and scrambled to a position sideways in the chair, where I looked up at him owlishly. He got embarrassed then, and said, "Sorry about that -- I don't know if you really wanted it to go that far." Then he grabbed up his uniform and got into it, not looking my way, and said, "That was..." Then he stopped for a bit, after which he came back with, "I dunno if you really want to mess with me -- I'm assigned here, so you wouldn't be seeing your family. I dunno how important that is to you. You ... you look around, and if nothing comes your way that'll keep you around your folks and you think maybe you're interested, let me know..." And then he was gone, and I was sitting there wondering what I'd done wrong ... Dazed, I staggered up and went to a restroom to sit and let the majority of Howard's flood seep out, then took a tissue and went back to class. More of our juices kept running down my leg -- but I didn't use the tissue; I kept collecting the drips on a finger and licking it up, for some reason... At a break, one of the other girls came by and asked, "How did it go?" "Good, I thought," I replied, "Then he left ... I think he made an offer, but I don't know if he was serious..." Chief Slocum: That ass ... I started playing and the next thing I knew, I'd gotten totally carried away and was rubbing her clit and tonguing her asshole! Then I hopped her up on the chair and proceeded to feed her dick -- and THAT got better and better ... That pussy was just INCREDIBLE! That ass went every which way, and I knew she wanted a dick in there, too! When I was done, though, she looked shell-shocked, and I realized that I'd taken advantage of her; she probably figured she had no choice other than to up me some pussy! I hadn't made any demands, but given the shit they were probably filling her head with, I didn't HAVE to! I'd turned around and rode her hard and put her up wet and she was probably sitting there wondering if ALL of her interviews were gonna go like that ... Then I realized that she was out with her family -- and I couldn't offer her that; once the Valhalla made delivery at Nuevo Angelino, we might never call there again -- and if she was with me, that meant she wouldn't be seeing her momma or her daddy or her sisters ... All in all, I'd pretty much fucked things up. I made a half-hearted noise about if she wanted to break with the family I'd be around, and got the fuck out of there. ------- Chapter 49 Ed Evans: I woke up in a bed -- with a woman -- but NOT Donna. This woman was black -- and I was draped over her like a blanket. I struggled up and she pulled me back down and said, "Shhh, Baby! Rest! You had a rough day yesterday." I wasn't likely to argue THAT! I reached back to feel my asshole and make sure it wasn't permanently open -- but it wasn't. My throat didn't hurt, either. "Your booty is fine, Baby," the woman murmured. "They stuck you in a tube after that show. That Donna, too -- ain't SHE a piece of work?" I grunted noncommittally. I'd done everything I was supposed to do -- but things were busted, forever. "Where are my kids?" "Sleeping. In the next room. It's four a.m. Get some sleep, Baby." "Where's Donna?" Probably sleeping with my new master's cock in her, I figured. "Still at Medical. She's under sedation -- flipped out pretty bad. Hell, it's a wonder YOU didn't, Baby! You poor thing!" She caressed my back and I lay there, wondering what my master expected me to do with her ... Nothing, probably -- or maybe lick her pussy or something. Maybe if I fucked her, he would kill me; it was a plan ... Not tonight, though. The woman had serious nipples; I latched onto one and gave suck -- and got milk! "Yeah, I like that, Baby -- and you sure earned it! Take all you want..." I went to sleep sucking. ------- "How you doin' Ed?" My Master's voice. I rolled over -- I was alone in bed -- and forced myself to look at him. "Okay, I guess. I've got a plan for if things get worse." Master cocked his head. "What's that?" "I figure you'll kill me if you catch me fucking that black woman." Master chuckled. "Guess again. Belle! Ed wants some pussy!" The woman stuck her head through the door. "After they used that nasty thing on you? You must have balls the size of walnuts, Baby! Where do you want me?" Belle was HOT for a black woman -- and a little bit pregnant, I figured, from the belly bulge. "Uh, my eyes are bigger than my balls, I guess," I muttered. "Maybe tomorrow." Master grimaced a bit. "Get up and wash up and come on into the main room. We need to talk." "Yes, Master." "Call me Manny." Yeah, well, whatever ... I did as I was told, then slunk out to the main room. Teddy and Anita -- my eleven year old boy and eight year old girl -- were eating cereal at the counter. "Hi, Daddy!" Teddy said cheerfully. "Belle is watching us. How's Momma?" "I don't know, Son. I'll let you know when I find out." Manny came in and waved at a chair. "Take the load off." Then he settled in a chair facing mine and got serious. "Look, about yesterday..." "I did everything I could..." I croaked. "You went above and beyond, Ed. Ain't nobody around here that doesn't realize you love your kids. Look, that whole deal wasn't as simple as it seemed..." "That was simple?" I whined. "Yeah, exactly. Look, Ed. We needed an object lesson to bring home to the guys how serious things are. It needed to be ... out there. You weren't there by accident -- and neither was Donna. Neither was I, for that matter, or LaRue, or Coop. That whole deal was a setup from the ground up." "I don't think I understand." Well, I HOPED I didn't... "Ed we have your CAP scores -- did you think we REALLY didn't know that black guys intimidate you?" Manny said gently. "Do you REALLY think we didn't know that Donna had the Mandingo thing going?" "I didn't..." I muttered. "What else did you know?" "Your CAP score tells more about you than you know yourself," Manny replied. "We were looking for a couple with a certain mix of traits to use in a demonstration -- and you and Donna popped out when the AIs put it together. Part of what made it good was the fact that you hadn't talked to each other about the whole thing. We had a couple of other candidates, but you two were just about perfect. We wanted to drive home to male concubines that they were giving up just about everything for their ticket to be with their kids -- and you took it to the wall. The only other possible teaching point would have been if you'd flipped out -- and ended up dead!" "You didn't tell ME it was a demonstration!" I accused. "No, it was real for you -- and real for Donna. It had to be," Manny replied. "It was real for me -- at the time. But me and LaRue and Coop -- we'd all been specially prepared. For instance, I had an inch and a half added to my dick at Medical. LaRue had a bit added to the Anaconda, although it was already out there, if you know what I mean. Coop had that thing of his plumped up some. All of us had a fantasy of doing up a white chick and having her go ga-ga over black dick -- and we all had the underpinnings for your piece -- but we had never done anything like that. But we all got hypnotic preparation going in to let out the dark side..." "I can't hear any more of this right now," I grunted. "Where is Donna?" "Medical." Manny looked unhappy. "Look, the psychological issues are the tough ones. That's why very little that goes on with a CAP score related to your physical makeup. Physical changes are easy -- but the mental piece is what makes you what you are..." "So what are you saying?" I was getting angry -- which was a stupid idea on the face of it. Manny could probably tear me limb from limb -- and he WAS taking care of my kids... "I'm saying that they were focused on the demo -- and not on the effects on you and Donna," Manny replied. "Donna is there, Ed. She had her fantasy and lived it -- and liked it. And she saw you cuckolded -- and enjoyed THAT, too." He looked away. "We don't think we can fix it." After a second, he blew out a sigh. "And then there's you..." "What about me?" I asked hollowly. Who was I kidding? Not Manny, obviously. "Ed, do you think you're ever gonna defy me on anything of any importance?" Manny sat back and crossed his arms and a certain expression flickered across his face. "No." I hung my head. "I'm not gonna be any help," Manny muttered. "Just knowing I can do it poisons me. See how easy it was? And you got a fantasy or two, too, didn't you, Ed? You're open for business..." Manny was right; I would never be able to hold my own against a black man again. I didn't even want to ... What I WOULD do -- what I was going to even WANT to do -- went unsaid... "I think we shouldn't rub the kids' noses in things," Manny said equably. "The problem is gonna be Donna. She gets a kick out of watching you ... perform ... and will probably look for excuses to make it happen. How hung are you on Donna?" "Well, I love her, but..." "You're busted," Manny finished. "Donna's not gonna have any respect for you -- and that's gonna be hard to take in anything more than small doses. Life isn't gonna be the same." He scratched his head. "I want to keep you and the kids -- I owe you. Despite yesterday, I'm not a real bisexual -- but yesterday wasn't about sex, anyway -- it was about dominance." He settled back. "I plan to have that extra taken back off -- it makes Belle uncomfortable. I'm thinking you're owed a bit so you can get back some self-respect, so I had you sized up at Medical. You surprised us all after the milking..." He paused. "Uh, thanks..." Of course, my subsequent erections had been the source of more embarrassment and humiliation... "I'm thinking that Donna ought to go to Coop and LaRue -- at least temporarily. They're going back to their old sizes, too, and after a couple of workouts we're kinda hoping Donna just decides that the whole thing was kind of overinflated in her head. Coop and LaRue ARE bisexual -- and they owe you a ride -- preferably in sight of Donna, if we can get it to work, since it will help her some." I knew what he meant; sizing me up wasn't going to bring me mentally to the point of being able to stick my dick in a black guy... "Belle is pregnant -- but her next kid is yours," Manny told me. "And we'll be bringing in another piece of ass to replace Donna and you get to pick the color. You'll always stand at the top of the pecking order -- and there will always be pussy. All right?" I nodded. "Okay." "If we can't fix Donna..." Manny shrugged. "Maybe she needs to be elsewhere. She's not as tied to the kids as you are." He sat for a moment, looking uneasy. "That's how it is -- you okay with it?" "I guess." I was changed. Donna was changed. There was no going back, so we would go forward. "There's not much choice, is there?" "Not really. I owe you. WE owe you. You're not gonna have to crawl around on your knees in my house..." He grinned, "Even if you want to." The sick thing about it was that I wanted to -- and we both knew it. For Manny to tell me that some greater good was served when he broke me was nice -- but it didn't change the fact that I'd BEEN broken. I couldn't stand up and look free men in the eye -- especially free black men. That was over, just like a lot of other things. I didn't see how I was going to get the ability back -- or even if I wanted to. They'd justified their position with me -- any attempt by me to change that was me kidding myself, whether Manny felt like being generous or not. Well, time would tell ... Maybe he ought to just bring Donna back and let her humiliate me -- but then, she would need cooperation, and that would apparently be lacking... Manny went to work and left me in Belle's tender care -- and it was tender, all right! She was embarrassed for Manny, having seen the video. "He just isn't like that, Baby!" she insisted. Well, he was when it counted... The kids wanted to see Donna; I asked Belle, and she asked Manny, and we discovered that she'd been released from Medical to LaRue. Manny recommended that I not go along; they arranged for the meeting to be in a suite, rather than LaRue's quarters -- and I didn't go. We claimed I had work to do and Belle took them. I watched from Manny's. Donna was ... distant. The kids were ecstatic to start, but Donna wasn't reflecting it and things wound down fairly quickly. I was surprised. After a while, Belle gathered up the kids and started back. I made the comment to the AI, "She didn't seem any too excited." The AI opened the question with Donna without my asking. "You did not seem to be particularly interested in seeing your offspring." Donna sat back in her chair. "They're the past. They're Ed's kids. I'm doing other things, now. I'll be having other babies." I was nonplussed. The AI said, "You are no longer interested in your children by your former spouse?" Donna said, "I can't go back to Ed. It's ... a respect thing. I have men in my life I respect -- but Ed..." "Ed subordinated himself for the benefit of you and the children," the AI pointed out. "I hope the children benefit," Donna replied. "I ... didn't need it. Now ... it's embarrassing. Where he put himself ... I can't see me being able to be nice to him. I'd want to watch him do it again. I'd be asking my men to do it to him again so I could." "What are your plans?" the AI asked Donna shrugged. "Do what my men want. Have sex with them -- and whoever they want me to. Have their babies. Isn't that what I'm SUPPOSED to do?" "It has been explained to you that the incident yesterday was orchestrated..." the AI pointed out. "That makes it less real?" Donna responded. "I don't think so. Maybe Crewmen LaRue and Cooper aren't what I thought they are. Maybe they're good enough, though. If they aren't, maybe they'll help me find someone who is. I was kind of surprised when Crewman Harris begged off ... He's keeping Ed and the kids?" "Affirmative." The AI replied. "I guess Ed's booty must have been pretty good..." Donna muttered, grinning. I sat rubbing my forehead. "That's that, I guess." "There are suggested activities that would raise you in Donna's estimation," the AI pointed out to me. "Crewman Harris mentioned some of them. An increase in the size of your erection and the reduction of those of Crewmen Harris, LaRue, and Cooper to their normal size is one agenda item, in any case. Having you deliver anal or receive oral sex from one or more of the crewmen in Donna's presence would be of assistance." "I don't know if I can do that," I replied. "Hypnotic preparation is available and would help." "I really don't see it as worth it," I sighed. "Donna has made up her mind. Even I realize that my position is ... damaged ... with her. It's damaged with ME!" "In planning," the AI replied, "concubines are thought of as a resource, rather than sentient beings. This is a general case. As a result, implications to you and the female were not analyzed in any depth." I suspected that this was as close to an apology as I was going to get from an AI. Donna had expressed concerns that maybe LaRue and Coop couldn't handle her needs. That left me wondering -- what if Manny couldn't handle mine? Eleanor (Fartblossom) Epstein: Monday afternoon was for gatherings; small groups in the common areas, waiting for an answer to an ad or trying to relax while sponsors of all ages, shapes, sizes and colors wandered in and out. Things were slowly thinning; more sponsors had an entourage with them at meals and fewer groups of huddled naked bodies wandered here and there -- but not everyone was taken by any means! Probably the cream of the crop was situated -- and that was more or less it. There were a lot of families out and about; single women were simple and not a serious problem, I guess. Women around me in classes complained about the training -- how humiliating and unfair it was. I kept my responses to myself, but I enjoyed it; I had a reason to be naked and a reason to show off parts that, well, I just never had ... Getting used to taking orders from a man wasn't something I was going to have trouble with -- I'd been doing it FOREVER! My father brooked nothing in the way of resistance, and Arthur didn't care for any distraction from his self-absorption. He'd been a toad and I'd been a fool to marry him, but I'd been desperate and in my senior year at college, aware that once I left school, things would not be easy, and he'd been interested and an intern at a good hospital ... To be fair, he'd been a good provider, too, but there at the school on Saturday, when that man had put his hand on my ass -- that was the most excitement I'd had in years! Here, I was a sex object -- a new role for me. If I could just get a little lucky, I would find a new man -- someone who I could enjoy serving... I'm thirty-three, and it shows, I guess. Reggie didn't leave my figure the way it was before I started carrying him -- but then, few women return to their pre-motherhood shape and I had no real reason to bother. That said, I'm merely well-padded -- not even plump -- and I'm five feet ten inches tall. A swimsuit model I'm not -- but I'm nowhere near as big around as I am tall. I could stand to lose maybe twenty pounds -- or move them to my bust -- but aside from a bit of cellulite here and there I had it over most women my age. There were a lot of big asses and saggy busts in the common room -- but my ass wasn't in the competition and if my breasts sagged some, it wasn't anything horrible. Above the neck I'd never gathered a crowd. I'm not ugly or anything, but my nose may be a bit too long and a bit too thin. I have mildly wavy brown hair -- that same grayish brown that masses and masses of women have. In short, I'm average. That's undoubtedly not a huge surprise. Reggie was playing with some other kids and people were wandering around -- and I knelt at 'Attention' and read a list of various rules for concubine conduct under varying circumstances. A sponsor could want -- well, anything, actually -- you just had to be flexible. A woman came around and said, "You don't have to do that, Honey -- there ain't nobody here but us chickens" -- but the fact was that a sponsor wandered in every few minutes. I was getting used to the position, so it came naturally to me. Kneeling there, I saw him come in. He was in his mid-twenties, I figured -- with a hard body and a hard face and eyes like a predator. Some people ignored him; others -- like me -- watched him, knowing that he was a possible source of trouble, if nothing else. I saw something I couldn't put my finger on that made him ... interesting ... I knelt there, watching him like a hawk. He came on in and swept the room with his eyes, evaluating everybody -- and frowning. His eyes swept over me and he stopped for a minute and grimaced, and I thought 'Oh, well... ' as he moved on covering the room, circling counterclockwise. Eventually, he was back to me. He stood over me, frowning, like he was looking at something besides just my naked body, cocking his head left and right as if he was considering me for something -- but what wasn't clear... Troy: I was out trolling, trying out an augmentation I'd been fitted with. I would look at a person and his or her CAP scores would appear in my visual field, like a HUD. Not everyone's did -- sponsors didn't -- but every concubine was there. I'd had a long talk with the AI, too. Tony had taken up with that chunky cunt he did Friday night -- and that left me without a playbook. Well, it might have, except that I was on this spaceship FULL of pussy, a lot of which was looking HARD for a man... Problem was, I was supposed to take one on more or less permanently. Permanently has not historically been my thing; two nights in a row hasn't been my thing. I'm picky and I'm demanding and yeah, I'm a little bit of an asshole; chicks generally just don't make the cut. Chicks only go so far and then they want to know why you aren't giving them any respect or whatever. They want attention and validation and other stuff. The game Tony and I used to play was pleasant because at the end of the game, the cunt we were playing didn't have shit left -- and knew it. So she gave it up and she crossed lines she'd never crossed before and she didn't give you any shit while she did it. The AI's take on things was that there were chicks out there that would do things the way I wanted them done -- and since I didn't have to play by the old rules any more, I could have my cake and eat it too. So it gave me a list of optimum numbers for a chick who would consider doing what I told her to be more important than whatever else was running through her empty head. It wasn't that easy -- yeah, duh! But I started picking out trends. An older chick was more likely to be philosophical about taking it up the ass on command than a young one still full of piss and vinegar and women's lib -- something about having been around a while. They were more likely to think about the consequences of fucking up, too. But I was also looking for a chick who got some sense of accomplishment out of doing shit -- maybe difficult or painful shit -- just because I wanted it that way. I'd gone through probably fourteen of these little clusters, looking -- and generally not finding shit. The closest I'd come were some really broken-down old nags who'd apparently lived through more shit by accident than I'd ever want to inflict on them on purpose. Usually, it was some kid's grandmother or something. There were a couple of seriously trailer-trash women that had been picked up at a grocery store, too -- but they would only be limited fun; the Jerry Springer set usually didn't have the sense to realize that they were being fucked with. I'm not known for my patience; I stuck my head in the next cluster promising myself that I'd go up to Mess and let the parade pass me instead of hunting all over. I looked around and notice a woman kneeling at 'Attention' and I started looking for her owner because I couldn't imagine anyone being in that position for fun -- later, maybe, after indoctrination, but two days in? I didn't see anyone so I started a sweep. As usual, nothing much surfaced, so I circled around to my left, looking at everyone -- and end up in front of the kneeling chick. This time, I looked at the numbers -- and they were in zone! I cocked my head, examining her. Thirty-something. Kind of plain. The AI kicks out a dossier. She's not stupid, but she's somewhat dependent. One of the ankle-biters tearing around the place was probably her nine-year-old. She's good-sized, but not a real porker -- not bad for the over thirty set. "What are you doing?" I asked her. "Practicing." "Nobody else is practicing," I noted. She shrugged -- which made her breasts a distraction. "Practice Presentation One," I directed. She did it -- complete with a tentative smile. Oooookay... "Let's see Presentation Three." She spun to her left and went down on her elbows, -- and looked back at me over her shoulder, per the specification. No frown, no bitching, no bad vibes -- she just did as I asked. She had a cute pussy, too -- it looked sixteen and new, rather than thirty-something and well-used. I stood there, thinking, 'Do I want to fuck that?' I'd had worse ... She wiggled her ass a little and I looked up at her face; it had this wary look, like, 'Did I overdo it?' I put my hand on her ass, deliberately, to see what she would do. The answer? Not a lot, one way or another -- certainly nothing negative. "So tell me your sad tale," I growled. "Not sad," she said quietly, "It would probably just bore you to death. I was married until Saturday, to a doctor -- a guy I met in college. He chose between me and his medical practice on Saturday. I have a nine year old son. That's it." "Sounds like the old man was an asshole," I offered. "He was a self-important, self-absorbed toad -- but he was a good provider. He wasn't my ideal mate, but I was, I don't know, kind of desperate..." she related. "I do the self-important, self-absorbed thing," I grunted. "You might not enjoy it." She smiled ruefully, "I bet you're not a toad. I ... really don't mind being told what to do ... It's a return thing. He didn't pay much attention to me -- one way or the other." "I'm a mean bastard," I declared. "I'm demanding and when I want something, I expect to get it. If you give me shit, you'll pay for it and it's a sliding scale at about ten to one. I deal out humiliation -- but I'll slap you around if I think you deserve it. I like to fuck in public -- and if I pick out three random guys for you to give blowjobs while I'm plowing your ass, you'll swallow their loads while remembering who gets first call on your attention, or I'll beat your ass..." I paused, awaiting a response. After about five seconds, I growled, "Well?" "Okay." "Okay?" I blinked, surprised. "That's it? Just, 'Okay?' Did you, like, understand what I just said?" She smiled, ruefully. "It's attention. It sounds like a lot of attention." This was one weird chick! "Do you think I'm kidding?" "No." All right. If she wanted to play games, I could play games... "Which kid is yours?" "That one." She pointed. "Reggie!" A chubby, open-faced, smiling kid trotted up. "Momma?" He cocked his head, taking in her position. "This man wants to talk to you," the concubine related. Reggie looked up at me owlishly. Okay, was I gonna traumatize the kid? Well, he needed to learn... "I'm gonna fuck your momma, kid. You understand? You got a problem with that?" Did I understand fucking at nine? I couldn't remember. "I ... think..." The kid looked a little dazed. "Here?" "Yeah. Right here. It's a test, kinda," I told him. "Momma?" Reggie shifted his attention to his mother -- one Eleanor Epstein, per the AI. We hadn't really done introductions. "It's okay, Reggie." Eleanor was a little pink, but calm. "Okay. Should I stay?" Reggie asked. "No, that's okay. You did your job, kid," I told him. Reggie turned his attention to his mother, who dismissed him with a wave. He headed off, glancing over his shoulder now and then. I returned my attention to his mother. "You've been doing this how long?" "Since Saturday?" This kind of thing is nothing without follow-through. "Are you wet?" I asked. "Some." "It'll have to do." I unlimbered my cock and started rubbing it along her slot. The lips popped open and got pink and puffy pretty quickly. I nosed my dick into her opening and punched in, not farting around; she went, "Uuuhh!" but didn't flinch away. "How big was the old man's dick?" I asked. "Not that big," she puffed. "So I'm into virgin territory?" I chuckled. "Uh huh." "And?" "Let's not stop..." "What if I want to?" "You're in charge..." I was watching her eyes the whole time -- and my cock was like stone and buried to the hilt. Her whole attitude was like cunts Tony and I used to fuck over acted at the end of the night; she had nothing to lose and no resistance in her. I could take what I wanted -- and I got the impression that she was already getting her payoff... "What if I decided to put rings in your nipples?" "Do you like them?" "Shut up and fuck, slut." I poured it on -- and she took it. She whined and grunted, but she was watching me the whole time, and her eyes said she wasn't hurting; they held a glaze of pleasure. I watched her turn pink and her nostrils distend as she panted and then her eyes closed and her ass -- which hadn't been dead, by any means -- started seriously dancing and she shook like a leaf. When her eyes opened, they looked like those of a heroin addict, awash with pleasure. I almost got a nut just looking at them, but I slowed down and her cunt loosened up in the aftermath and I managed to hold out. After I got control, I swatted her ass and she tightened back up -- and didn't say a thing about the big red handprint I left on her ass. She didn't take long to get back to her peak, either -- and I learned that my control wasn't always good enough; her pussy started to ripple and it threw the switch and I blasted a big load into her, grunting like a fucking pig. Well, she was supposed to be seeing me at my worst ... After her pussy had milked the last pulses out of me, I backed off and swatted her other ass cheek. "Clean me up, slut." Somebody applauded; she was real pleased with herself as she took my cock in her mouth, even though she didn't seem to have a whole lot of experience at blowjobs. She was impressive. She was SERIOUSLY fucking impressive. But you never let them know that... "Okay, that wasn't too bad. I'm gonna need to stew on it for a couple of days while I look over the other candidates. Got a number?" "Two one four one four," she replied. There was disappointment in her eyes -- and acceptance. Shit. It would have been easier to walk away if she'd whined or given me crap about taking free samples... The AI was on my case, too. 'Yeah, but she's over thirty.' the AI chided me. The subtext was clear, too, being 'You know that... ' 'She has a kid, ' I thought back. 'Look, ' I groused. 'You know what I'm looking for -- and you know how I am. I can't just roll over on something like that, even if it IS perfect. She has to stew in her own juices for a couple of days so she'll be properly grateful. You never GIVE them anything... ' the AI replied -- and shut up. I made sure I went to Mess that night halfway across the ship -- no need of her seeing me somewhere and getting ideas... ------- Chapter 50 Eleanor: He was ... perfect. He never gave an inch -- and he told it how it was. If he said, 'Do this, ' he expected you to do it, period. When he said, "Practice Presentation One," it was right there in his voice -- his expectations. I knew I was going to Presentation Three before he did -- it was the next logical step. Then he put his hand on my ass -- and he owned it -- that was the vibe. Fine. I had no problem with that. I wanted him to -- I knew it right then. It wasn't desperation, either -- I just sensed something. This guy wanted to own property -- and he knew how to build on it and cultivate it. He was a Boss Man -- and if all he was in charge of was himself, that was okay. Arthur had made demands, but they'd been simple and they'd had everything to do with him -- and they really hadn't been much, one way or the other. The attitude had been totally, different, though -- impersonal. With this guy, if I argued with him it would get VERY personal. So there I was with my butt in the air -- the only person in the room doing anything like that. Okay, just about everyone was naked, and Presentation Three was not an unknown position, but it was still embarrassing -- and nasty, and a little bit of a thrill. He stood there, looking at my pussy, so I figured, 'What the heck?' and I wiggled my ass a little. I have no idea where it came from, and when his eyes popped up to meet mine, I was instantly nervous about it, but it seemed like a good idea at the time ... That's when he put his hand on my ass, watching me to see if I would get stupid -- and I didn't. The next words out of his mouth had nothing to do with where his hand was; they were: "So tell me your sad tale." Clearly, he expected one... I didn't have one. Things hadn't been great, but they hadn't totally sucked, either. It was just life, I guess. So I gave him the bare bones -- that I'd parted company with Arthur on Saturday and it was just me and Reggie. He seemed to expect me to be bitter about Arthur -- but in truth, I was relieved. Arthur was as dull as dirt, and under normal circumstances, I'd have been kowtowing to him until one of us fell over dead, too chicken to move on. This was an adventure -- and a chance to do better. The guy was up-front about how he was and how he wanted things -- and it would have scared a lot of people, I guess. He said, "I'm a mean bastard. I'm demanding and when I want something, I expect to get it. If you give me shit, you'll pay for it and it's a sliding scale at about ten to one. I deal out humiliation -- but I'll slap you around if I think you deserve it. I like to fuck in public -- and if I pick out three random guys for you to give blowjobs while I'm plowing your ass, you'll swallow their loads while remembering who gets first call on your attention, or I'll beat your ass..." I listened to the list and when he was done, the only thing that came to mind was, 'Yeah, but... ' -- so when he asked for a response, I just said, "Okay." It rocked him. "Okay?" he said, "That's it? Just, 'Okay?' Did you, like, understand what I just said?" I just smiled at him. "It's attention. It sounds like a lot of attention." I'd upped the ante -- and that more or less wasn't allowed. He didn't think I was taking him seriously, so he decided to get my attention. He had me yell for Reggie, then unloaded on him, "I'm gonna fuck your momma, kid. You understand? You got a problem with that?" I knew as well as he did that this wasn't for Reggie's benefit -- it was about embarrassing and humiliating me. It worked -- but it didn't mean that either of us was done. I assured Reggie that everything was fine and sent him off to play. I knew I'd won the round when the guy asked, "You've been doing this how long?" He wasn't bluffing, though; his next question was, "Are you wet?" He was committed and not just talking trash -- and he wanted to make sure I knew it. He'd announced to Reggie and any witnesses standing nearby that he was going to have sex with me -- so he was. Was I wet? Yeah ... Why? I don't know -- excitement? I'm sure there is some psychobabble explanation -- all I know is that he was pushing my buttons. His dick pushed more than that! I think he made two of Arthur -- one and a half, for sure! He asked about it and I admitted it -- and he got a kick out of it. He asked if I wanted to stop -- and when I said no as carefully as I could, he STILL threatened to pull out and stop ... He was the boss, and he wanted to hear me acknowledge it, so I said so ... He kept playing head games, like, "What if I decided to put rings in your nipples?" The answer was SOOO simple... "Do you like them?" My head was totally in the game; if he showed up with a set, I would try not to scream too loud... I knew I had him when he said, "Shut up and fuck, slut." He was rough and fast and probably angry -- and wonderful! He was in me so deep, pounding hard ... Arthur would climb on and pump for a minute or so, and it would be over and he would go to sleep -- and I would go to the bathroom and get out my hidden vibrator and finish myself while Arthur's goo dripped out of me. This ... this was TOTALLY different! I watched him over my shoulder and we spent a lot of time with our eyes locked -- and he was a wild man and I loved it! It had been years since Arthur brought me to orgasm -- and this guy did it in three minutes -- maybe less! When I came down, I goofed off a little -- and THAT didn't fly! He gave me a solid swat on the ass and I got the hint and tightened up on him; it was better that way, anyway ... And then a bit later I realized that it was going to happen AGAIN... He got off, too -- and he made funny faces and funny noises, but I was peaking, too, and it added to things ... He didn't let me slide; when he pulled out, the first thing he did was give me another handprint and tell me to suck his gooey dick. Arthur was a self-declared 'purist'; he liked pussy, period. No blowjobs, no hand jobs, no pussy licking -- stick it and pump, with very little warmup. Somehow, we created Reggie ... I wasn't very good with my mouth -- but I did it and I enjoyed it. I was SOOO happy -- for once, I was the center of attention -- and the embarrassment and humiliation were worth it! The guy kept calling me slut -- and the word had this weird dual effect on me; I would flinch, but my pussy would spasm. When he was done, he stepped back and said something about considering me among his other candidates and he took my contact number. I knew it was probably over, but then he'd never offered anything and I'd gotten quite a bit. Maybe I'd gone too far ... Well, it didn't matter; I had a wonderful memory, if nothing else, I decided, as I watched him walk away. Dr. Rhonda Patterson: I spent Monday morning in concubine classes -- like I had a choice. It was a come-down from being the Linguistics Lead at the Brinkman Foundation, but a six point five was tough for a female to get -- and I'd missed by two tenths of a point, doctorate and all. There had been some noises about trying to get exceptions for senior staff that didn't make it -- but that's all there had been. Well, the Sa'arm didn't use language as we knew it, anyway, apparently, so I was useless in my old job; maybe it was time to settle down and raise a family -- as if I had a choice... Some things weren't to be borne, though; I'd gotten three calls from Farris Lieberman -- and hadn't taken them. There was just NO WAY I was THAT desperate. Maybe there was a nice garbage man out there... Just after lunch, the AI (how many were there, anyway? One? Six? Ninety-five?) spoke through my collar, "Not Lieberman again..." the AI replied. "Oh! Put her through!" "Rhonda?" "Hi, Britney. How are things on the right side of the tracks?" I answered. "Lonesome." "Really? I thought Dr. Hopkins had two concubines, anyway -- where is the legendary Vera?" I asked. "Out creating new legends," Britney replied, surprising me. "She's a sponsor. What's more, she picked up Big Mike and Cletus White for boy toys!" "Wow!" I gasped. "Yeah. She and Oliver are pursuing things at the top level, but each of them has their own slots to fill -- which brings me to the reason for this call..." "Britney..." If she was jerking my chain... "So, have you had a lot of calls from prospective sponsors?" Britney asked. "If you don't count Farris Lieberman -- and I don't -- no," I replied. "So ... I'm not the Godfather, or anything, but if I were to make you an offer you couldn't refuse... ?" Britney drawled. "Oliver?" My heart gave a little flip-flop. Britney and I had talked about Oliver, well, incessantly, when laying out our pickup hopes... "The same..." Britney was enjoying this... "I just HAPPENED to mention your name..." "Don't tease me!" I pled. "But it's so much fun!" Britney cackled. "This isn't the Oliver you THINK you know -- the one under Vera's thumb! I WATCHED him BEAT Vera with a riding crop while she was still a concubine!" "Oh, my!" I gasped. "You're kidding, right?" "Uh uh! I can name witnesses! Heck, Vera would probably tell you herself!" Britney swore. "Brit, is he ... well ... were we kidding ourselves?" I asked diffidently. "Ha!" Britney laughed. "If anything, we underestimated him! Omigawd!" "When should I come by?" I was shaking. "Soon. Any time. You know how the girls get when they smell fresh blood..." Britney reminded me. "Where are you?" Britney gave me an address. "Is he home?" "Not yet, but it'll be all right. Come on up -- we can talk about how we're going to chop him up," Britney giggled. "I'm on my way!" Oliver: I spent most of the afternoon with Dave, trying to unwrap some personnel issues. Harriet looked a lot better than she had at version one point oh, but she was still without anything resembling interest or support. Apparently, her ovaries WERE capable of stimulation -- something that continued to be a scary thought for a number of us. Then there were a number of dependents ... Dave was absently fondling Peg's left breast through most of the session -- and I heard no complaints. Thank God for the end of the politically correct workplace... "Where is Antonio?" I asked at one point. "Home with young Rory, believe it or not," Dave replied, grinning. That brought another question -- one I'd been holding. "Has anyone looked in on Rhonda?" "Farris is all over her, to my understanding," Dave replied. "I was giving her a day or two to deal with the whole demotion thing, but Farris..." Leiberman wasn't one to pass on such an opportunity. "I discussed her with Britney," I sighed. "Too bad, I guess." "Yes..." Dave muttered. "So how is the family shaking down?" "It's early," I replied. "Vera swears that she wants to continue to live with me, but she took on Mike and Cletus. Maureen is out on her own with a young man in tow. Beth, of course, is taken care of -- and even pregnant, I'm told. That leaves Judith." I shook my head. "You should have seen her personal ad." Dave chuckled. "Jack tended to be unforgiving of failure this morning ... Young Abe made quite a little commercial..." "Indeed." I chuckled, myself. I went home to collect Britney for dinner -- only to find Rhonda! "Well, good evening!" "Good evening, Doctor." Rhonda actually blushed. She was a bit taller than Britney -- an inch or maybe two -- but otherwise very similarly built. I noticed that she had spiky nipples; was that a general feature, or had the girls been playing, I wondered... "I understand that Doctor Lieberman has taken you under his wing," I began, "how is that... ?" "HE HAS NOT!" Rhonda erupted hotly. "Not if he were the last man..." She gathered herself in. "Sorry!" "I'm ... sympathetic," I muttered. "You have ... other options..." "That's why I'm here," Rhonda said diffidently. "Britney seems to think..." "Oh?" I played dumb, for reasons related solely to enjoying the results. "I'm afraid she might be mistaken. I picked up a couple of teenagers, two young mothers and a very nice couple this afternoon, thinking you were..." "Oh, God!" Rhonda covered her face. "Oliver..." Britney cocked her head. "Rhonda, one of the things I HAVE learned from Vera is that Oliver is a poor liar. You ARE lying, aren't you?" she challenged. "Guilty as charged," I chuckled -- then immediately felt horrible; Rhonda was crying. "Oh, my! That was thoughtless of me! I'm so sorry!" I stepped forward and collected Rhonda in my arms, rubbing her back while she cried into my chest. "Beast!" she accused, swatting me on the shoulder, her face still buried. "You scared me to death!" "Yes, well..." I really had no answer for that. After a bit, she backed off a little and wiped her face. "Now that I look like a total hag, tell me -- am I here for nothing?" "Well, that would be up to you..." Britney rolled her eyes. "He's SO obtuse!" "Oliver," Rhonda swore, her eyes holding mine. "I know the rules. Anything you want, you can have. That's how it is, anyway, now -- but you could have had it -- Gawd -- two years ago? Without the specter of Vera, I'd have camped out under your desk!" "You'd have had to share!" Britney giggled. "Vera is a lot more than a specter, Dear, but she has other outlets. You'll have to get along, but I don't think that is the issue it once was," I opined. "Please ... Tell me I can stay..." Rhonda begged. "AI?" I muttered. "Recording." "I hereby do whatever it is necessary to offer a contract of concubinage to Rhonda Patterson." "Rhonda Patterson?" the AI prompted. "I accept!" She bounced a bit and I enjoyed the jiggle of her unfettered breasts. "Duly recorded," the AI intoned. Rhonda put a hand on my chest and asked, "Do you want something now? I'd be happy..." "Let's go eat. I'll content myself with a little manual exploration, for the nonce," I replied. Turning, I beheld Judith. "How long have you been there?" "Long enough." Judith smiled wanly. "I think one of my options is slowly disappearing." She seemed bothered. "Daddy? I met a guy today ... I'm not sure you know about him -- he's the transporter room guy." "Yes?" I didn't see the point... "He's a crewman -- the Valhalla is his duty station, as he calls it. It's his colony. If I were to pick him, I couldn't stay with the family..." She looked away, blinking. "Ah." This made sense. "You'd moved away at home," I offered. "I could come home any time," she countered. "I'm being the Devil's Advocate, Dear," I said gently. "Perhaps you should discuss this with your mother and sisters. I can point out the obvious, but you have to decide..." "Yes, Daddy." Judith continued to frown at the floor. "Let's go dine, ladies." I led the way out the door, then stopped. "Britney, the right -- Rhonda, the left. Questions?" "No, Master," Britney demonstrated the proper response. Butter wouldn't melt in her mouth, of course... "No, Master," Rhonda agreed. "Onward, then. Judith, you can jump the parade order and come up front so we can talk. This is a nice fellow, I take it?" "Yes," Judith blushed. "Very nice." "What's his name?" "Howard Slocum. He's a chief ... something..." She waved her hands. "Ah," I nodded. "My admittedly poor grasp of the rank structure tells me that he is a senior noncommissioned officer." the AI interjected. "How old is he?" I continued, ignoring the interruption. "Fifty four," Judith related diffidently. "Although he looks thirty or so and says he's twenty-five inside." I was rocked, but... "Then he's not an impetuous young idiot, I guess." "No, he's very ... rational..." Judith muttered. "There's something you're not telling me," I accused. "We had sex," Judith admitted. "It was ... spontaneous -- but consensual. And good." "Okay..." "Afterward, he backed way off. I don't know whether I did something, or he suddenly decided that he'd taken advantage, or what..." "Ah." I pondered this. "This is DEFINITELY something you should discuss with your mother and sisters. From the male perspective, I can relate that when the ardor cools, sometimes we regret our actions -- but there could be several reasons for it." "Um, I see." "The direct approach might work -- you could ask him. I'm aware, however, that females tend not to use the direct approach..." "Master!" Britney chided, "Some males don't, either!" "Yes, well..." then I remembered my august position. "Quiet back there! Don't be starting anything! I still have that riding crop!" They giggled! All three of them! At least that -- and our arrival at Mess -- ended the conversation... Judith: After Daddy introduced Rhonda to Momma, I pulled her aside and asked her about my problem. Momma shook her head, "After all I've done to you, you come to ME for advice!" She pondered for a moment and said, "I don't know -- why don't you ask him for a date?" "A what?" I was flabbergasted! "Well, he has to eat, right? Ask him to dinner with the family. If he won't come, that will tell you something -- and if he will, it should tell you something different..." So I did it. "Ch-chief?" "Uh, Judith?" "Uh huh." "What can I do for you?" he asked, cautiously. "I was wondering if you'd had dinner yet..." "Huh! Well, no..." "Well we're all down in Mess Seventy Three..." I muttered. "Who's 'we'?" "Momma and Daddy and their concubines..." This was SOOO lame! There was a long pause, then he said, "Yeah, sure, Babe. I'll be right along." "Okay!" Jeez! It worked! I couldn't believe it! "He's coming!" "We'll wait, then," Daddy announced. While we were waiting, Jack came up with his entire brood. We were all settling in at the table when Howard showed up -- and then Maureen, two minutes later with Tony. Jack said something to the AI and suddenly we had this huge table... "What brings you here, Chief?" Jack asked Howard. "Uh, Judith. She invited me," Howard replied, looking nervous. "Oh. Did you guys get together?" "We, uh, had an interview." Howard looked like he was about to bolt. Jack: Chief was sweating bullets, so I hit him up, back channel, 'What's going on, Chief?' 'Look, LT, it just happened, okay? I didn't plan on it!' That was 'Ell Tee', not Lieutenant... 'What, exactly?' I replied, 'This isn't an inquisition that I'm aware of.' 'We did the interview thing. Well, I had her show me her pussy, and it was the cutest thang, and I started playing with it -- next thing I know we're fucking! I unloaded in her, then I suddenly realized that she probably thought she had to... ' 'She doesn't look mad, Chief. Nobody looks mad... ' I hazarded. 'Yeah, well ... The other thing is family, LT. I live on the Valhalla -- and once we break orbit on Nuevo Angelino, we probably won't be back for a long time. She's got all these family ties... ' 'Yeah, well... ' To be fair, Judith wasn't my favorite, by a long shot -- but that was neither here nor there... 'I'll ask around, but I don't think you're in the crapper. Relax.' 'Okay, LT.' I switched channels and went to Vera. 'Hey, is somebody mad at Chief?' "Jack?" Vera turned to look at me. 'Subvocalize, willya?' I rasped. 'I'm trying to keep this between us!' 'Oh, sorry. I'm not used to this yet, ' Vera replied. 'No, why?' 'Chief is worried someone is gonna land on him with both feet. It seems that he and Judith had sex during their interview... ' 'So I hear, ' Vera chuckled silently. 'Well, he realized after the fact that she might have thought she had to, and he's embarrassed; he feels that he took advantage of her, ' I explained. 'That's not what I hear, ' Vera replied. 'Judith is afraid she was a lousy lay or something! Chief did nothing wrong that I'm aware of.' It was all I could do to keep from laughing out loud. 'Well he's got another issue. He's crew -- and the Valhalla is so big that he lives here all the time. If he takes Judith, then she won't be with her family... ' 'Oh," Vera murmured. 'I think Judith is aware of that one. Ultimately, it's her choice... ' 'Yeah.' Vera suddenly hopped up and said, "I need to go to the bathroom. Girls?" Everybody looked at everyone else, but there was a long-standing precedent for such things, so the women -- ALL of them -- got up and headed off... "What's THAT all about?" Oliver asked. "Information exchange," I replied, "but you knew that." Turning to Chief Slocum, I said, "You can stop worrying -- things are all headed the other way. Judith is apparently worried that she wasn't good enough..." "Wasn't ... Shit, she was GREAT!" Chief exploded. "Uh, sorry, Doc..." Oliver smiled. "I'm sure she'll be glad to hear that." "While we have the time, let's go into the other issue," I interjected. "Chief is concerned that if he takes on Judith it will break up the family -- or isolate her from it, at least." "Oh, yes, I heard about that. It's Judith's call. Actually, we're not really THAT close-knit." Oliver mused. "It may seem that way, but Judith had moved away from home when she married..." I nodded. "I can think of several reasons not to get excited about it -- but I'm male..." Judith: We weren't in the door of the Ladies Room before Momma turned to me and said, "Chief thinks he took unfair advantage of you. He figures you thought you had to have sex with him and he coerced you. He's unhappy about it." "But it didn't happen that way!" I burst out. "Believe me, when he got done fingering me, I wanted it -- BAD! And it was WONDERFUL!" "Well, you'll have to find a way to let him know," Momma replied. "As to the other thing, he's concerned that if he takes you on he'll be isolating you from the rest of the family." "He will..." I muttered. "You need to decide how important that is," Momma declared. "That's YOUR decision -- yours and yours alone." Maureen's lip curled. "So you like the guy?" I got huffy. "Yeah -- a LOT, actually. He's a gentleman." "Sure he is," Maureen snickered. "He fingers you and fucks you on the first date..." "MAUREEN!" Momma snapped, "That's enough!" "Well? I mean, is THAT what a gentleman does?" Maureen retorted. "It depends upon the context, I'm sure," Momma replied. "He was very nice to me," I grumbled. "VERY nice -- not like a certain sister..." "ALL RIGHT!" Momma rasped. "Let's go -- does anyone REALLY have to pee?" It turned out that Beth did -- and Tara, I think. We waited; I spent most of the time glaring at Maureen. Maureen simply targeted Beth. "Pregnant three days, and ALREADY she has no bladder control..." she simpered. I saw Frieda give her a look -- and you don't cross Frieda... Finally, we paraded back out. I made sure I got to sit next to Howard, and pulling him toward me, I whispered, "Nothing happened at our interview that I didn't want -- NOTHING!" And I kissed him on the cheek. He blushed; it was so sweet! "About your family," Howard muttered. "Let's not let them get in the way, Howard," I replied. "That will work itself out, one way or another. Let's just eat and enjoy one another." He relaxed and we ate and in twenty minutes, I was leaning against him with his arm around me ... Maybe things wouldn't gel, long-term -- but tonight, we were both happy... Jack: Tuesday finally arrived, and with it, some semblance of calm. People were getting a grip and had stopped running around like chickens with their heads cut off. Dean Atkinson was, where possible, reorganizing the teachers and granting relief to mothers and couples by getting the staff into makeshift classroom areas to run half-day sessions, especially for those grades below the eighth-grade, fourteen-year-old cut point; sponsor and concubine classes ran above that. Everybody pretty much had the basics; sponsors were being sorted by service and indoctrinated with military courtesy and such. Concubines had a housewife track and a service track -- the latter meaning work for the Support Directorate -- and everybody was busy half of the time and trying to get settled somewhere the other half. We were trying various presentation methods -- the personal ads, gatherings of concubines more or less by type, free socialization at Mess, regular reassignment of quarters and meal shifts -- anything that would give a concubine, male or female, the maximum visibility. We got basic repairs in for everyone and tried to ameliorate the worst-looking without going so far as to make huge alterations; some things were simple, like scars and broken bones. Weighing four hundred pounds usually wasn't a wonderful thing, but it took time to fix and there were limits -- nobody was going from there to one-fifteen, for instance. Two-fifty, maybe ... The upshot was that the view was improving. Time had a lot to do with it, too, since most people spent a minimum amount of tube time and nannites were expected to handle things given the template, mostly at night. People tubed on Sunday had gotten in two nights' worth of repairs, and those done on Monday had at least one under their belts. Ed Evans: Tuesday morning: Manny was on watch, the kids were at school (and not thrilled about it) -- and I was feeling sorry for myself. The AI had hooked me up with some psychological counseling, but it was kind of like talking to Eliza, the early conversation simulation. 'How do you feel about that?' 'What would help you feel better about that?' Ugh. Belle stuck her head in the door. "Want anything, Baby?" "Not really," I replied. "Can I get something, then?" "What?" I turned to regard her. "Like what?" "Some dick!" Belle replied, grinning, "Big, white dick!" "Belle, I don't even know if..." "And you WON'T until you try! Come on, Baby -- you're owed! And you KNOW Manny don't care..." Belle cajoled. "Why doesn't he?" I wondered aloud. "Because he's past that monogamy shit, Baby. It's a dead issue, you know? I don't have to have his ring and a contract so he'll support his kids -- he's gonna, anyway, and it isn't that much of a burden. He gets all the pussy he wants, without having to listen to me give him jealous shit -- Hell, I was hoping Donna would come along so I wasn't on call all the time..." Mentioning Donna was a bad idea; Belle realized it as the words left her mouth, I could tell. "Come on, Baby -- get a little revenge, if nothing else! I don't care -- I just want it!" "Belle..." "Shhhh!" She went to her knees and had the tip of my cock in her mouth before I even thought about arguing. Once she got going, it was too good to pass up, too; I swelled right up. In fact, I kept going, right past the size I was used to working with! Belle popped her lips off it and said, "Yeah, baby! Now THAT's a dick! C'mon, get you a piece of black bitch with that big ol' white pecker!" I knew she was playing it up, but it was nice, anyway. She stood and took my hand and we went into the bedroom and she knelt up on the bed -- and I discovered that a black woman's pink parts made a nice contrast to the rest of her. She didn't let me slide; she turned to look at me over her shoulder and said, "Come on, Baby -- scratch Mama's itch!" I rubbed the tip of my cock along her slot and sank inside... Belle felt totally different than Donna, in ways that were hard to describe. The texture of her inner lining was ... grainy, maybe -- it seemed to offer more sensation than I was used to, even though it was nice and wet. Maybe it was my new growth, but she seemed tighter, too! I wasn't the only one who noticed a difference; Belle's first comment was, "Oh, Baby! That thing is HARD! Whoo! Poke me with that thing!" She didn't seem to take any time at all to bring to orgasm, and when she'd shuddered through her first, she asked, "Baby, can I turn over? I think I'm gonna love that thing EVEN MORE if I get it frontwards!" So I backed out and she rolled over and grabbed her knees; her nipples were leaking, just from being hard and tight, I think. I slid into her and she howled, "Omigawd, that hard motherfucker is rubbing my G-spot! Go, Baby, go!" After that, the fuck got INCREDIBLE! She made that ass of hers dance -- even holding her knees the way she was! And at her next orgasm, she GUSHED! I was AMAZED! She got off three more times before things just got too intense and I was forced to shoot -- and she lay under me, smiling, intentionally clamping down on me with that pussy while I pumped a flood into her, cooing, "Yeah, Baby! Gimme that spunk! You just wait! Mama Belle is gonna throw you a couple of the cutest kids you ever saw! I'll be lookin' for ol' Moby Dick to spear me, regular!" Yeah, Belle didn't hurt my ego a bit... ------- Chapter 51 Donna Evans: After lunch on Tuesday, I came home from concubine classes to an empty cabin; LaRue and Cooper were both out on watch, as they called it, I guess, working. I wasn't tired; the classes were all about the mechanics of my new duties, and I didn't bother to pretend that I didn't enjoy them. On the other hand, things weren't as cataclysmic as they'd been only the day before yesterday. LaRue and Coop had shoved the Anaconda and the Beer Can into me the night before and I'd loved it -- but the Anaconda seemed shorter and the Beer Can seemed more like Red Bull than Budweiser. Their attitudes had been a lot less aggressive, too -- and it took some of the excitement out of things. I still couldn't see me going back to Ed -- seeing him deep throat a black guy and having him do the other things he did, like actually pulling Crewman Harris' big black cock into my pussy and my ass like a wimp -- or, maybe the crowning achievement, watching his cock spurt onto the floor while he took the Anaconda up his ass and Harris' cock down his throat -- left me wanting to use him and abuse him, but not share a bed with him. I felt a little guilty about egging him on at the time, and then holding it against him, but what I did was just icing on the cake; I knew it and I knew HE knew it and I knew that was why he was staying away... I'd been rough on the kids, maybe, but I was on vacation -- outside of the possibility that I was ALREADY growing one of the black trio's babies inside of me. I was looking forward to that; it would be a culmination. It was funny how Ed and I had carried these things around and never even said anything to one another about them. I knew somewhere inside that the Mandingo thing was utter bullshit, but I'd been excited by it for a long time, and Sunday had been a fantasy come to life -- even the parts where Ed let them trample him and use him as their bitch ... I'd known peripherally that Ed was careful around black guys -- but I didn't realize that they scared the dog piss out of him. Looking back, I had to wonder what I'd have done if I'd known -- would I have gone out and engineered a scene like the one we had on my own? I'd said things to the AI yesterday that were pretty cold-hearted; Ed's kids were the future, too -- and some of the qualities Ed displayed on Sunday afternoon were the very things that had made them wonderful kids and had made our lives together good. I decided to mend fences where I could; the fantasy might not be matched by any reality -- or by one not worth having. Ed, though ... I just didn't know... The AI announced, "Okay." "There, I guess." I pointed at a spot on the wall. A black woman appeared there. She gave me the up-and-down and said, "Huh! You be Donna?" "Yes." 'What the fuck?' I wondered. "Thanks." "What for?" "Dumpin' on Ed. That means I don't have to share him -- and can keep ol' Moby Dick to myself!" "Moby Dick!" I snorted. "THAT little thing?" The Anaconda was TWICE what Ed had! The woman cocked her head, eyeing me as if I'd lost my mind. "Oh, yeah -- they fucked with your head, didn't they? They fucked with Ed's too. Maybe you'll recognize this?" Another patch of wall lit up, showing her knelt up sucking Ed's cock -- or SOMEBODY's cock ... It wasn't Ed's -- he didn't HAVE eight and a half inches of cock! But it LOOKED like Ed's, otherwise ... The scene shifted to Ed pumping his length into this woman, whatever her name was -- and her making loud, happy noises. It wasn't Ed's head on somebody else, either -- he had Ed's stroke... "Don't you worry, Honey!" she simpered as the video of them fucking disappeared. "I'll take good care of 'that little thing!' What kinda big, sloppy pussy you got, anyway? I've had the Anaconda and I've had the Beer Can and I'm Manny's woman so you KNOW I've had HIS dick! Shit, this is Manny's!" The video backed off to show a belly that bulged a bit with that signature look of about the fifth month of pregnancy. "You'd better learn to snap that pussy, Honey, or LaRue and Coop will just get tired of stuffin' them lank dicks of theirs in there and put you on the street!" She rubbed her belly. "Once I pop this little feller out, I'm gonna get Ed to do me up; maybe I'll get a girl. She'll be HOT! In the meantime, I get to enjoy Ed's nice, HARD dick!" She cocked her head. "You ain't seen LaRue and Coop go at it yet, have you, Honey? You don't think they're roommates by accident, do you? Coop likes havin' the Anaconda tickle his prostate; Ed ain't the first guy to get an ass full of Anaconda venom by a LOOOONG shot!" She stopped at that point and cocked her head. "I see I surprised you a couple of times. Like I said -- I just called to thank you for givin' me an exclusive on Ed. Y'all have a good time with Coop and LaRue, now!" Then she was gone. I collapsed in a chair. "Are you kidding me?" I wondered aloud. I'd already learned that AIs couldn't always tell when they weren't wanted; this one didn't catch on... "The concubine Belle may have been engaging in prevarication at some point, but most of her statements appear to have been factual." "Who is Manny?" "Crewman Emanuel Harris. You were his concubine." "He's letting Ed fuck that woman?" "He has explicitly announced that Belle's next child will be fathered by Ed," the AI declared. "That wasn't Ed's dick." "It was," the AI argued. "How big is it?" "During the displayed session, videoed this morning, Ed's penis attained a length of eight point three seven inches," the AI supplied. "Um." I thought hard -- this made no sense. "How long is the Anaconda?" "At it's most recent penetration, nine point one one inches." Okay, so ... Something wasn't right. "You messed with our heads pretty bad, didn't you?" I asked the AI. "Things went somewhat beyond the levels anticipated," the AI replied. "You had a psychotic episode." Maybe my hot new situation wasn't as great as I thought it was... Dean Atkinson: I was pleased to have things moving again; the kids needed something to take their minds away from the strange situation and the strange surroundings and I was getting a chance to get the staff settled in -- some of them to new positions dictated by their CAP scores. There were problems and issues -- a ninth grade history teacher with a four point seven CAP could not be expected to teach actual sponsors, for instance, so assignments that we'd been getting away with when the students were in the sponsor track but not actually picked up had to be shifted. There weren't a lot of these issues, but there were enough to keep me busy. The girls were shaking out; Nadine and I had a long talk and she was happy to be Head Bitch, despite her external status. I made it clear to her that I would hold her to certain standards, and while she was in charge of the household, abuses would be punished. I managed, somewhere in there, to let her know that if she just needed to be tightened up, there were other ways to invite a spanking other than wearing the girls' tongues off, for instance. We still have two more concubines to collect for me and as many as four for Nadine... Dave Chambers: Since the Foundation had no equipment to work with, we were busy trying to consolidate and get everyone taken care of. There were a bunch of people out there in the concubine pool that we needed to think about. Early in the day on Wednesday, I got news that Oliver had collected Rhonda Patterson after all, which had both positive and negative aspects; I was pleased for Oliver and Rhonda, but I would have liked to have gotten her myself... Farris Lieberman was beside himself, of course. I had to hear ALL ABOUT how unfair it all was. Eventually, I got angry and said, "You need a keeper, Farris -- someone who can tell you when to shut up. Nobody who KNOWS you or has heard of you is going to offer to LIVE with you!" Naturally, he wasn't pleased and stomped out. At home, Antonio and Peg were settling in; Antonio wasn't going to be Antonio for long at the rate that he was moving. He'd developed a distinct swish, for instance; I began to understand what Peg was talking about. She was right -- I limited myself to topping -- and I usually limited my sex partners to young, slightly built males. Muscle jocks -- bottom or not -- didn't appear, and neither did hairy bears. I wondered myself what that meant, exactly -- but I think my concubines knew already... After dinner, Peg put Rory to bed and I sat relaxing and thinking about how I could solve issues like the Lieberman problem. Suddenly, Antonio went over to Peg and took her hand, "Come, Peg -- I show you." He led her to my chair and they both knelt up before me and Antonio said, "Dave, Honey, can we have your beautiful cock to play with? I want to teach Peg the deep throat..." This wasn't something I could be expected to say no to -- and I didn't. The next twenty minutes had its ups and downs, but the experience of the instructor and the dedication of the student virtually guaranteed success. Professional mouth work was intermingled with, "Baby you have to estretch your neck ... Baby don't mash him into the roof of your mouth with your tongue ... Baby you don't have to suck HARD, just keep things tight and wet..." Finally, I delivered the unassailable evidence of success into Peg's mouth, and Antonio beamed, "See? I TOLD you you could do it! Give me a little to play with, Baby..." and leaned in to lock lips with Peg. I was still chuckling when Antonio turned to me and asked ingenuously, "Dave, Honey, can I have boobies?" "Boobies?" I blinked. "Yes. Boobies. Like Pegs -- maybe a little bit esmaller," Antonio confirmed seriously, cupping one of Peg's mounds. "Where did this come from?" I asked. "Peg, I love her like a sister, but I'm jealous -- she has so much more to offer ... Baby, would you do the Presentation Three for me, please?" Peg did so, puzzled, and Antonio knelt up beside her, then waved his hand over their butts. "See? Peg has a sweet ass, eh? Mine, it is a little bony. And she has two holes, yes? I wish I did -- but I know she doesn't use one, does she?" He waved his finger in Peg's face, "Shame on you, Baby! You need to give our Dave some booty!" He reached out and rubbed Peg's plush ass and said, "Hokay, we can turn around. Dave, Honey, I want to be as much woman for you as I can..." I sat there, my head cocked, eyeing him. "Why?" He reached up and caressed my cheek. "Honey, you may not know what you want, but Antonio knows what you want. Part of it is the build; Antonio is hokay, but not perfect. Part of it is the attitude -- Antonio HAS that! But others do, too -- and the body, also. Dave, Honey, if you go to Lieutenant Jack and ask him to borrow little Frieda, Antonio will be zip! Gone! You put Antonio on the doorstep!" "I don't know," I mused. "What about..." "Deek?" Antonio finished for me. "Hokay, you like to drink a little cum -- and sometimes, you like to have a little something in your hole, eh? But it's 'a LITTLE something' -- you don't like big fat deeks." He sobered. "If I could, I would have my little deek and two holes for you -- and boobies. Less hair -- except on my head. I could do it all, then ... except babies." I chuckled. "No babies?" "I don't think that is possible," Antonio sighed. "So you want to be a girl?" "Well, a T-girl, anyway. A hermaphrodite would be ... perfect..." "I don't know what is possible," I mused. "AI?" "Manipulation of breast tissue and hair is simple, even on an otherwise totally male body," the AI said to us all. "Antonio requires only minor adjustments to body fat in a few locations to make him appear more feminine." "More booty?" Antonio grinned, grabbing his ass. "Essentially. Some widening of the hips is indicated. It is assumed that you prefer a narrow, lightly muscled body shape, Dave Chambers. Antonio has this." "Would the boobies work?" Antonio wanted to know. "I want to feed babies. I want to feed my honey..." He batted his eyes at me. "Lactation is triggerable even in unmodified males; it is therefore fairly simple," the AI replied. "Other issues?" I murmured. "Mixing male and female genitalia presents issues," the AI noted. "Placement of the testicles is primary, as they are in their current location for heat dissipation. The clitoris is erectile tissue and large ones resemble a penis -- and is thus simple to deal with. Testes are retractable into the inguinal canals..." The AI seemed to stop and think for a moment. "Vaginas have been created during gender reassignment surgery, but are functionally limited and require the mental support of the bearer to be effective; creation of an actual vagina is possible -- however, Confederacy canon prohibits total gender reassignment to include a functioning uterus outside of exceptional cases for the same reason that reactivation of the ovaries in totally post-menopausal females is prohibited." "Why is that, exactly?" I asked. "Many species consider the reactivation of fertility to be abuse and exploitation, even in non-sentient creatures. Menopause and the related phenomena in other species causes a cascade of changes, both physical and mental, in the individual involved. While it is usually not difficult to reverse this cascade in progress, once it is complete, re-stimulation of the reproductive system can cause an incomplete restart of the system, resulting in physical deterioration and decreased lifespan. The mental adjustments tend to be irreversible, and in the vast majority of cases, the reactivation of the reproductive system is viewed by the individual involved as an injustice," the AI related. "Similarly, total sexual reassignment is difficult to ensure completion of and it alters the subject mentally and emotionally. The vast majority of beings who honestly believe that they are candidates discover that they are not when the procedure is pursued to completion. There ARE exceptions -- these individuals generally operate in a partially adjusted state for a lengthy period of time before application for an exception to this policy to ensure that they really understand gestation, for instance. It is one thing to be fully functionally female for sexual purposes and another to bear offspring." "So..." I murmured. The AI displayed a three-dimensional image of Antonio in full scale, turning slowly behind Antonio and Peg. "Functional breasts in 'A' cup..." the AI narrated visible adjustments. "Removal of body hair in unwanted locations..." "Leave a bit of pubic hair," I interjected. "A little diamond that will fit under a bikini?" Antonio suggested. "Not that I wear one..." "Okay." "Arm hair?" the AI queried. "Many Hispanic females have dark hair on their arms and at other locations, but it is silky and not coarse..." "Let's see it," I directed. The AI generated a close-up. It was actually a feature of Antonio that I enjoyed -- but would enjoy more if it were silky and feminine. "Keep it." "Penile length at four point five inches and girth reduction to that of late puberty. This assumed that you will continue to require full function and the ability to penetrate to just beyond your prostate." This was embarrassing, but relevant. "Approved." "When not erect, the penis will shrink to resemble a large clitoris. A clitoral hood will be provided and merged with the foreskin to foster this illusion," the AI continued. "Testes will be retracted into the inguinal canals as long as temperatures allow this; the scrotum will be bifurcated to create labia majora that will swell and allow the testes to descend when necessary. The wearing of clothing should be carefully thought out and as a usual thing, should not include an undergarment over the genitalia." "No panties!" Antonio grinned. "I like that!" "A fully functional vagina can be supplied and urethral function redirected. Lengthy labia minora will assist testicular cooling..." A pair of droopy inner lips with dime-sized tabs depended from the altered crotch of the hologram. Antonio clapped his hands. "I'm a girl! The pussy -- it works?" "A normal lining of nervous tissue is included," the AI reported. "Certain tendons and ligaments will need to be re-routed to accommodate a generally feminine internal structure. The penis, while capable of solid erection, will not be as firmly oriented, as certain ligaments that maintain its orientation will have been moved or reduced in order to maintain the testes. This means an erection may not point upward, even though it is firm. Your species has been known to lengthen the penis by cutting these ligaments, which tend to retard the length of the penis by holding the base at some depth inside the body cavity, anchoring it. In his case, the area in question would be required for other purposes. Sex, when participating as a male, with a firm erection, once seated, will not present any issues." "Other recommendations?" I was frankly amazed. Adjustments to the voicebox to raise the vocal range to contralto and reduce the size of the Adam's apple," the AI replied. "This will not affect the throat aperture. As an aside, it would be beneficial for Peg if her throat aperture were to be enlarged slightly. Slight adjustments to the facial features would enhance femininity." Antonio was already somewhat elfin in his features; the displayed changes were VERY slight -- but effective. Antonio gave me puppy dog eyes over his shoulder. "Dave, Honey -- I want this -- ALL of it! Please? Pretty please?" "Maybe we should give Peg a cock!" I joked. "Baby?" Antonio cocked his head, grinning at her. "Wouldn't THAT be fun?" "I ... don't think so..." Peg murmured. "The penis would be non-functional from a reproductive standpoint, but would be very sensitive and act as a large clitoris..." the AI offered. "It could be sized similarly to Antonio's and would look the same as his in its non-erectile state." Peg looked bothered. "I wouldn't want to 'Boinggg!' while I was being ... fucked..." "This is easily dealt with," the AI replied. "In Antonio's case, an erection during vaginal sex will not be possible; his testes will have retracted deep inside and various adjustments to ensure that neither they nor his penis are subjected to injury will keep him from erecting. For you, it would be possible, but not necessarily pleasant, so an adjustment can be made to ensure that it does not occur. Antonio WILL be capable of an erection during anal sex, however..." "David?" Peg passed the decision to me. "I'm not sure you want Antonio to have any tactical advantages," I mused. Peg bit her lip. "I'll try it, if you think it's okay." "Fine," I murmured. "What kind of timeline are we looking at?" "An hour at Medical should see many of the cosmetic changes in place for Antonio and a visible adjustment in Peg," the AI replied. "Deep rearrangement of the internal organs for the creation of the vagina in Antonio will take perhaps seven days, with function at ten. Peg's erection will be functional as early as in three days." "So I'm going to have to start calling you Antonia?" I asked Antonio. "Toni? With an 'I'?" he countered. "This is reversible if I don't like it?" I queried. "Completely," the AI assured us. "We're off to Medical, then..." An hour later, I was squatting in front of Peg, manipulating a clitoris that was over an inch long with my fingers while she moaned and gasped and held onto my shoulders. "Omigod!" she gasped, "No wonder guys want to fuck all the time!" "Okay, this one's cooked," the medic on duty announced, and the cover popped open on Antonia's tube. Antonia sat up and shrieked, "Boobies!" cupping a pair of teacup-sized cones. "I'm so happy! Do they work?" she asked, hopping down. "Bring them here..." I directed. She did and I latched onto a nipple. "OOOOOO!!! YES!" Antonia howled. "Oh, Baby!" "They'll get better," the medic -- a female -- chuckled. Eyeing Peg's ... adjustment ... she said, "I've never had this asked for ... Let me know how it all works out." "Sure," I chuckled, and took my 'girls' home. Chief Slocum: I took Judith home with me Tuesday night after dinner; she wanted it that way and I wanted it that way. And we slept together and it was fucking great and when I sent her home to her folks and went on watch the next morning, I felt like fourteen kinds of shitass. Do I want her? Fuck yes! Doing without her yesterday made THAT crystal clear ... Do I want to take her away from her family? Fuck no! I wasn't seeing any solutions ... And I was going to be back for dinner with the family tonight and sit there and pretend that I wasn't an asshole... Mark: Lunch had come and gone; I was busy reassigning concubine families to new quarters, deliberately rotating them through facilities to improve their visibility, when the AI announced, "Put it through. Tillotson." "Decurion?" "Yes." "Why have you not called for my daughter or my granddaughter? Do you truly fear commitment that much?" "Mrs. Salazar?" "Call me Nana -- everyone else does, these days. Well?" Her visage appeared on my desk screen. "What makes you think... ?" I began. "You made the rules. They await," Nana cut me off. "Why would either of them want me?" I temporized. "False modesty. Come, we both know why. Added to the obvious is the fact that they both think they're selling their souls, and they want to get a good price for them," Nana snorted. "Excuse me?" "Javier. Neither of them can bend the neck and crawl into Javier's bed without the excuse you offered -- they require the competition for your favor as an excuse to brave the evils of incest." Nana's tone was derisive. "You don't seem to be upset by that issue," I pointed out. "The rules in America were different than those of the old country -- and the rules of the new world we go to are different still. I have spoken to Javier at length about this, and I understand why it is just another superstition. My modern daughter and granddaughter, however, fear the wrath of the church." Again, Nana was derisive, particularly at the last. "Do you not fear the wrath of the church?" I asked. "When I was young, perhaps," Nana replied. "Before I saw too many girls the age of Marisol being married off to dirty old men three times their age -- with the blessing of the church ... This rule has been broken before -- and money fixes everything, even religion. If anything, this was even more true in the old country than it was in America." "What do you want of me, Madam?" I asked, trying to get ahead of her for once. "I want you to follow through. I want you to take a woman from the Salazar stable into your bed for a 'test drive' -- after which, I want you to impress upon her that her next stop is Javier's bed ... You cannot lose by this -- and it will break down the barriers between Javier and his mother and grandmother," Nana replied. "How do you figure that I cannot lose?" I asked. "At a minimum, you will have gotten your quarters cleaned and some good sex," Nana replied, "and you will have done Javier a favor. At best, you will decide to keep one or both and meet your commitments to father a large family -- and gain the benefit of my wise counsel." Nana smiled and eyed me sidelong. I shook my head. "Why don't I just cut the corner and take you off poor Javier's hands and bring your age back a few more years?" I chuckled. The old bat called my bluff! "I'm beyond my childbearing years, so you would not gain from that perspective -- but if you think I would not come into your bed and show my idiot children how a woman makes love to a man, think again, Decurion!" "I would have thought you were beyond such things," I said carefully. "I'm an old widow!" she snapped. "I can't AFFORD pride! I must get the touch of a man where I can!" "I'm not going to win here, am I?" I sighed. "Of course not!" Nana chuckled, eyeing me and smiling slyly. "You are too direct. I, on the other hand, am old and wise and female -- I have time to scheme ... You need me -- I am merely doing you the favor of forcing you to realize it." I examined the issue from every angle. What could this hurt? The deal as I had proposed it required whomever I 'took to my bed, ' as Nana put it, to sleep with young Javier -- which would cure their foolishness, no doubt. Nothing was said indicating that I had to keep either of them. The old woman's wits were razor-sharp -- I was better off if she were a friend than an enemy. Maybe she WAS a valuable resource; perhaps I should ask her to follow Hopkins the Younger around, keeping her out of trouble... "Very well," I replied, "Send..." Who was the best choice to make this work with Javier in control in the end? " ... Estrella around to my quarters. Let's see if she has any idea how to take care of a man." Nana nodded. "You are not without wit and intelligence," she declared. "Estrella would have been my choice in your position. But you should make the call -- I manipulate better from behind the curtains..." "You and the Wizard of Oz," I mused. "Fine." "I will leave you now," Nana replied. "AI, shut this thing off! I was just getting used to cell phones..." I chuckled despite myself. "Get me Estrella Salazar." In a moment, she appeared on the screen. "Decurion?" "Your mother has convinced me that I should allow you an opportunity to impress me," I announced. "After you've thanked her and received whatever advice I'm certain she will offer you regarding the matter, go to my quarters. I expect to find it spotless when I arrive. We will be touring several messes for dinner; I will expect you to behave perfectly, so if you were not paying attention in classes, you should embark upon remedial training. You will be staying the night -- if I do not become irritated and kick you out of my bed. Do you remember the other half of the rules of the offer as I presented them?" Estrella stood there, her face reflecting the conflict within her over whether she should pretend ignorance or not. I sighed. "You are not your mother -- she would have had an answer ready -- with justifications for it if I called her on it. To remind you, you will present yourself to your grandson and spend tomorrow night in HIS bed. Are we clear? These are the ground rules, and I expect you to abide by them." "He's my grandson!" "Yes." "He's fourteen!" "He's fully functional, I'm told. What he needs is an experienced woman to teach him how to do things right -- someone with patience and experience -- and who loves the boy..." I eyed her for about three seconds. "No? AI, get me Gr..." "I'll do it!" Estrella erupted. "I'm done arguing and cajoling," I said coldly. "You will obey me -- PERFECTLY -- or I will punish you! Are we clear?" "Yes, Decurion." "A concubine of mine is always on display as an example of perfect servitude -- or, worst case, as an example of the results of failure. I have an example to set." "I understand, Decurion." "If you decide you cannot perform to standard, send your daughter," I instructed. "You mother seems to think that one of you can be taught to meet my standard. Poor Javier..." I waved a disconnect signal to the AI. Fifteen minutes later, Nana was back, cackling. "Yes, you are the man ... My daughter and granddaughter are both spirited beasts, trained in America to think they are superior. I'm enjoying watching you at work already. Will you ride them like a cowboy?" "And take a chance at being thrown?" I retorted. "Unlikely. I'll tie them to a post and let them get tired and thirsty and tractable trying to pull away. Then they will stand to the saddle." I grinned. "I may not even sex Estrella tonight, knowing that she won't escape Javier tomorrow." Nana's face split in a wide grin. "That is EVIL! Brilliant! Promise me, though, that you will take her at least once before you decide..." "The deal was for me to use her everywhere. It wouldn't be a fair test if I didn't..." I stopped then, because of the expression that flickered across Nana's face. "What?" Nana eyed me for a bit, then said quietly, "As long as you subscribe to the concept of 'fair', I will always win -- because I know when to dispense with it and when not to." She closed the connection, leaving me one very thoughtful individual... ------- Chapter 52 Estrella Salazar: Immediately after I spoke to the Decurion, I called Mama at home -- well, our cabin, anyway. "Mama, the Decurion called -- and he as much as admitted that your hand was in this! Do you not think I can attract a man on my own?" "I don't know, Daughter!" Mama sneered. "A worm, perhaps -- but a man? I have little evidence..." "Mama!" Hector, my ex husband, has been a point of conflict between Mama and I ever since we were dating -- and sadly, Mama was right. Hector was a smooth talker and I could not resist him; first, he took me to his bed, and then to wife. Now I know it was because he saw that I was easily controlled. Hector found job after job -- wonderful jobs with bright futures -- but the charm and guile that got him positions usually wore thin after a short time in the face of his laziness and he would be out of work again. I was the breadwinner -- AND the housewife! Hector had other pursuits... It embarrasses me to say that I turned a blind eye on his dalliances, regularly. We had our fights about them, but I could not bring myself to leave him -- at least, not until Graciela turned fourteen and I noticed his wandering eye focused on his own daughter! That finally did it; I managed to escape with her before Graciela fell prey to her own father's smooth advances ... Later, Graciela told me in confidence just how near a thing that had been; days -- even hours -- later, she would have lost her virginity to him -- and once she was sullied, I have grave fears concerning the uses he might have put her to. As it was, after I left him, I had a couple of very uncomfortable meetings with his creditors; he was gambling -- and losing, of course. Eventually, we moved to avoid the threats -- which might have continued, if Hector had shown any interest in either of us after the divorce. As it was, fortunately, we were not a lever on him, and he moved on to find some rich widow to support him and get him out of trouble. Hector was a wedge between Graciela and me during the delicate period of her puberty, though; she did not realize at the time that she was being manipulated -- only that I was taking her away from her loving father. This led to rebellious behavior and her own poor choices where men were concerned. Perhaps I'm not being fair, but Raul was a migrant worker -- and seldom around for his wife OR his children. And I doubted seriously that he was faithful in any great measure... In any case, Mama's rebuke was only the latest in a long list. "Hector is no longer an issue, Mama! Do you HAVE to bring him up again and again?" "What is there about the Decurion that you fear?" was Mama's riposte. "He is a hard man," I replied. "There is no gentleness in him." Mama laughed. "He has a hard shell, daughter, because he must do hard things, daily. Do not mistake that surface for what goes on underneath. Why do you think he fears commitment so much that he has no women?" I blinked, shocked. "What?" "He seeks perfection -- and fears to find it. Is it not clear that he can have virtually any woman he wants? Yet he has none. He uses women -- harshly, I would wager, in an attempt to prove that they are inadequate -- but he does not give of himself to them. He fears that it will lead to his ruination," Mama theorized. "We know the one way to get past this, Daughter, and it is a potent weapon. It is his duty to have children -- it is EVERY sponsor's duty. He hasn't done it -- and he knows he must. Honor compels him to do something about this -- which is where you and Graciela come in. This is the probe that you will use to break a hole in that shell -- and enter through it." "Which of us?" I asked. "Am I breaking the shell for Graciela?" Mama laughed. "It is too early to tell. Remember what he told you -- remember the rules of the game. He can have you both -- which would free poor Javier of his responsibilities regarding you -- or neither -- or he can choose between you. Whichever one of you is the most perfect will be his first choice. Remember also what he will take from you." "What?" I struggled to remember. "He expects full service. He has said that he will use you in every way -- both of you. Do you not know what this means?" "He will expect me to suck him..." "Daughter! Are you so dense? He will use your culo!" "MAMA!" I was horrified! My ass? He would put his cock in me there? "You will purge yourself -- if you make a fuss or a mess, he will have his excuse -- and I will see if my granddaughter has any more sense than her mother. Hector did not use your culo? Ever? Somehow..." Mama mused. "Yes, Mama, yes!" I waved my hands, waving away the disgusting subject. Hector HAD taken me there -- usually during that time of the month, or when I was fertile -- sometimes when I was pregnant. It hadn't been pleasant, but I had my duty to perform. Later, he had other outlets and seldom demanded it. "So. You can be a fool about this, or you can purge yourself and perhaps apply a little lubrication," Mama said blandly. I nodded, numbly; Mama and I had NEVER discussed such things! I'd always assumed the subject was too delicate to approach with her! Perhaps I should have known better... "Mama, I never expected to have this conversation..." "Men do this..." Mama waved it off, "to other men, even. Yes, before you ask, your father enjoyed it occasionally. I did, too, sometimes." "But..." I wrinkled my nose. "It hurts. And it's nasty." "It's nasty if you are not prepared -- and the preparation is unpleasant. The pain ... This is also a preparation thing -- a mental one. If a man takes this from you, you are not relaxed; it is rape, and painful, and disgusting. If you give it to him, you have the proper attitude and while there may be an initial period of pain, unless he is brutal, it will become tolerable, or even pleasant. There are women who enjoy it..." "Putas," I muttered. Mama cocked her head. "You would class me as a whore?" Shocked, I covered my mouth, "S--sorry, Mama!" "Your grandfather was gentle and adept," Mama said blandly. "He brought me to the pinnacle many times that way. Sometimes, I touched myself; others, his cojones bumping my button did it for me..." Mama sighed. "I remember sex with some fondness, Daughter -- and I feel younger every day..." I was beyond surprise... "About Javier..." Mama's eyes narrowed. "What about him?" "I cannot do ... that..." "Then Graciela will win, if she has sense. Do you not understand that if you disobey the Decurion in any particular, you are done? Why do you think he has put this stipulation in place?" "So I will lose?" "So you will do right by your grandson!" Mama snapped. "Mama! You can't be serious! The church says..." "The Church says anything that will further it's purposes! You FOOL!" Mama snarled. "I am old, Child. I have seen many things. In the old country, the Church would marry children to dirty old men and not even blink! Cross a priest's palm with enough silver and suddenly you are not REALLY related to your niece or your cousin -- or perhaps your sister! A mistake was made in the recording documents ... The rules exist for the poor. Divorce is a sin, but with enough money, an annulment is possible after decades and several children! Are you BLIND?" She shook her head. "Churches start out as places to nourish the spirit, but they are run by MEN and men of religion are prone to all of the evils that plague men who pursue other careers. And that means that religion becomes the servant of politics -- and an extremely powerful one, at that!" "But, Mama..." "You accuse me of being old and inflexible, when it is actually YOU who will not bend!" Mama accused. "Have you not listened to the lectures? This is science and superstition -- and you cling to the latter!" "I..." "Do as you will..." Mama waved a dismissal and the AI broke the connection. I sat for half an hour, trying to decide what to do. There were other men -- why would I do this? But I knew the answer -- one way or another, it had been proven that the Decurion was a worthy prospect -- and with him, I at least had an excuse for falling back on my grandson. If I found nothing else suitable, I would have to go to Javier on my own, uncompelled -- and lose face. "AI?" "Estrella Salazar?" "Please conduct me to the Decurion's quarters. I ... I will need some things..." "The items required will be made available in the Decurion's quarters." I cleaned first -- which may not have been wise. The AI provided bottled enemas, for which I was duly thankful; I'd been exposed to the red bag and hose before ... Enemas were as uncomfortable as I remembered them being, but I suffered through two. Lubricating my anus was merely embarrassing -- and there was no one present but me -- and the AI -- and whoever called up the surveillance video. If I were the Decurion, I'd have spent half of the afternoon watching me ... It was nearly the dinner hour before I finished; I'd no sooner washed my hands than the Decurion put in an appearance. The door flew open and I stood there, open-mouthed, before I grew sense and went to my knees under his measuring gaze. He grunted when I'd settled to 'Attention'. "I'd have thought Presentation One was more appropriate..." "I was taken by surprise..." I replied. "What do I call you?" "Temporarily, for the purposes of the test, you are mine, so 'Master' is appropriate," he replied. "Yes, Master." "So you don't feel Presentation One is appropriate?" he pressed. "I assumed that it was too late, Master." I lifted my breasts to him. I'm fifty-three -- well, I think I've been physically backed down to forty-five or so -- so they don't just jut from my chest like they did when I was eighteen -- but I think they're presentable ... They're pointed and on the low end of a 'C' cup and although they've slid some, they don't point downward and droop. "I think it is too early to assume, don't you?" he chided, eyeing me. "Yes, Master." It was going to be a long night at this rate... It was. We wandered through four mess areas before finally settling in one to eat. I heeled him everywhere, one step behind and one to the right. When he pointed his finger at the floor, I went to my knees and assumed 'Attention.' I admit it, I'm not as young as he is -- or at least, as he appears to be -- and getting up and down began to hurt. I ate on my knees, kneeling to his left so he could use his right hand conveniently; he fed me with his fingers. It was messy and embarrassing. When we finally got back to his quarters, he conducted the inspection that I'd expected initially, then he said, "Find me a glass of red wine." It took me a bit to realize that all I had to do was order it from the replicator. He was laughing at me from his chair, I could tell -- not that his stony face showed it much. I knelt and presented it and he took two sips and handed it back, muttering, "It needs to breathe. Come, I need a shower -- you can wash my back." It wasn't that simple, of course. Yes, I washed his back -- then I knelt in the spray and sucked his erection. He was rough, of course, and demanding; he drove me onto his length, his hand in the hair at the back of my head. It was deliberate abuse -- yet he never quite pushed me so far that I needed to vomit. He complained that I could not take him deep into my throat; oddly, that had never been an issue with Hector or the very few other men who had followed him. He used me, thoroughly, yet ... he didn't go too far... His seed was copious; I choked a little. He didn't pin me in place and he let me recover -- but something told me that I needed to try and not lose any. "Well..." he grunted, and I figured he'd checked the block, but I hadn't gotten an 'A.' "Get a towel..." I was surprised; we'd been doing this air drying thing in the shower -- that's what the AIs were teaching. But the Decurion had bath towels ... I got out, dripping, and he followed, and I dried him; he settled the towel around his waist and said, "Do the air thing -- make sure the shower is clean. When you're dry, bring my wine to the bedroom." I did as I was told, trying not to think dark thoughts. He was asleep when I got there. Vera: Wednesday afternoon, I decided that I was sleeping with the boys. I think it was Cletus that triggered it; he was moving well and his hair was coming in full and black, except for a dusting at the temples -- very distinguished. Big Mike was looking good, too, but it showed less; I think the belly was retreating, not that it had ever been a serious thing, since he was a bear in the first place. Discovering Cletus' eyes wandering to various women -- and some reaction off and on from his cock -- pretty much clinched it. My big project for the day was one Bernice Farris. This was one busted chick ... I remembered basically where she'd come from -- in that I remembered her sister, Jolene Wells, the lingerie shop owner. Ironically, I was the only one of the three of us who bought lingerie at her shop that day who could legally wear mine -- and it, well, I wasn't certain if it made the trip, actually. Anyway, Bernice was addicted to painkillers; the AI insisted that if we just flushed her out, the cure wouldn't take (although where she was going to get painkillers on a Confederacy ship wasn't clear). No, we needed to make it hurt. The AI handled THAT, too -- and told her that the only way she was going to be able to deal with the pain was to fuck. That was where I came in; I got to be her procurer. There was now a short list of male concubines without females for one reason or another -- usually because they'd been dumped for fucking up. It was Bernice's lot in life to service this group, most of whom were losers of one type or another. I chased down one Gonzalo Cuatrecasas, the uncrowned king of the loose male concubines, to arrange for this fun... The good news was that Bernice already looked less wasted and more healthy; the bad news was that it was almost all physical and very little of it was mental. Gonzalo wasn't thrilled, and I couldn't blame him; we had to hear the plan from the AI twice before we believed it. Bernice had been hooking for drug money -- and she tolerated sex at least. She was going to be cured whether she liked it or not, as Confederacy medicine isn't big on pharmaceuticals, so the answer, from the AI perspective, was that if she wanted to feel good, she should have sex... There was more to it than that, of course; those little nannite bugs in her were inducing unpleasantness when she wasn't having sex and boosting things when she was -- and Bernice's addictive personality was handling the rest. Bernice caught on right away, and now she wanted to do three things -- eat, sleep, and fuck. Sex can be hard work, especially if you're diligently pursuing it in huge quantities; Bernice was sleeping for eight hours and eating for four -- and fucking as much as possible the other twelve. This would taper off after a while; the pains would ease and the pleasure would attenuate, and she would theoretically end up basically normal, just about the time when her body was fully flushed of chemicals and pregnancy was an option. It was hoped that somewhere along the line, the sponsorship situation would handle itself. Gonzalo's people were guys who had been picked up by themselves (one or two who had been in a grocery store when it was swept -- the one Beth and Frieda had worked at, apparently), guys who had accompanied their kids to Family Day without their wives (again, only a handful -- including one uncle who was a guardian), and males whose one-time wives had distanced themselves from for one reason or another after pickup. The last group was the largest -- and it wasn't huge -- but it was expected to grow as the females ran into trouble trying to get placed with an extra male in the picture. These guys were either problem children in their own right or expected to become problem children by virtue of their situation -- and I felt sorry for the latter group. Gonzalo did, too. I discovered that he was a nice guy, if firmly grounded in reality, and a careful organizer. Males with kids in tow were separated from those who had none; Gonzalo explained to me that it wasn't fair to the kids and it presented blackmail opportunities and a poor environment to expose them to the troublemakers. Males with kids were Gonzalo's top priority; he enlisted my assistance in 'marrying them up' with female sponsors, wherever possible. The 'troublemakers' were shades of gray. Some of them were just on the receiving end when their ex-spouses discovered that they could get a no-fault divorce in ten seconds or less. I learned that if a guy in Gonzalo's group had an ex-spouse floating around out there, she was suspect; some of them were doing the right thing for themselves and their kids, and some of them were worse than the males -- by a goodly margin. I'd have liked to strip a couple of them of their offspring and send the kids to their fathers, but at this point, it might not improve their fates. Back to Bernice. Initially, she'd been released into the general population -- but by Tuesday, she was shameless. A male concubine sporting anything resembling an erection wasn't safe; Bernice would try to back onto it right in front of the man's ex-spouse. This wasn't good for domestic tranquility, as you might imagine. That being the case, Gonzalo agreed to grant Bernice regular access to Cluster Seven-Forty-Seven, generally described as the Bachelor Concubines' Quarters. The initial pass was a feeding frenzy, but Bernice wasn't displaying much in the way of personality, so things backed off; you could have put up a 'U-R-Next' number dispenser next to the door of her little cube and that would have limited her vocabulary to 'Next!' She seemed to be going for volume, so I had a talk with the AI and it adjusted things -- after which, I had to sit Bernice down and explain things, "Honey, quantity isn't as good as quality." "Why not?" Bernice queried in a flat voice, "I'm getting a ton of sperm -- isn't that what I'm here for?" "Semen isn't a drug, Honey," I sighed. "You're not being pleasured by the dose. It's the act itself -- you need to pace yourself -- stretch things out. I think you'll find that if you're cuddled up with a guy in the afterglow, it's as good as if he's trying to set fire to the inside of your pussy." "I don't know any of these guys," Bernice groused. "Shit, I'm not sure I WANT to!" She knew what she was dealing with, too... "There are some really nice guys in the group," I insisted. "Yeah, right." "Well, there are a few out there with kids -- but we can't have you throwing yourself on their dicks and pumping and getting up to leave with goo running down your leg in front of the kids..." I insisted. "But I like it a little wild!" Bernice complained. "So do I, Honey," I sighed. "It's the approach that matters. You can't just jump on a guy's dick! Oh, it works once or twice, but even guys realize when you're using them to masturbate." "What would YOU know about it?" Bernice snarled. I laughed. "Want to set up a contest? I'm the original gang-bang slut! I can fuck you under the table, all three holes running at once! I haven't seen you deep throat a guy yet! Besides, they'll come back for me, but they won't for you -- you're showing all of the personality of a carp." Bernice eyed me. "You're shitting me, right?" "Not even close." I shook my head. "I have two male concubines and a husband. Well, we're not married any more, but we're still domestic. I'm a regular fuck pig -- how do you think I got THIS job?" "Yeah, right..." "Hmmm. I don't have anything to use as proof..." I muttered. the AI piped in my ear, "Actually, the AI says there IS some footage out there..." I announced. The AI stuck it up on a nearby wall. It was me and the Major -- and me and those other two guys -- and me and Ollie ... The AI didn't run it all in real time -- it threw up clips, sewed together so Bernice could see the transitions. "That's my husband," I announced, pointing out Ollie as he plowed me from behind, "or domestic partner, or whatever they call it when two sponsors live together." "Ooookay..." Bernice was nonplussed. "Why were you wearing a collar?" "I was a concubine at the time," I replied. "That was a place on Earth, too. I guess I'm living proof that sex will set you free..." "Weird." Bernice shook her head -- but I had her attention. "So I should take it easy and maybe talk to a guy..." "Yeah. You know, hookers who are just a collection of holes don't make a lot of money. Sometimes, that's all a guy wants -- but for him to come back, you have to make him feel wanted and welcome. They won't admit it, but they like to be cuddled, too. Pussy is more important to them than dick is to us, probably, but they like to feel mated for a few minutes at a time, anyway." "Yeah, okay..." It seemed to be an alien concept; I was going to have to talk to Bernice's sister and find out where her head was. But she settled down some in the afternoon... At dinner, Chief Slocum showed up again and Judith crawled into his lap almost immediately. Neither of them was kidding anyone; the sole question was 'Why aren't they hooked up?' I asked Jack about it and he said that Chief felt that he couldn't ask Judith to leave her family. I figured that when we arrived at Nuevo Angelino, a decision was going to get made -- and I pretty much knew what it was. I wasn't going to hold it against her; this was love, not just, 'We like to fuck and one of us needs a sponsor and the other needs a concubine.' The Chief was clearly embarrassed; Jack said he knew what it looked like, but he couldn't stay away when Judith turned her puppy dog eyes on him. It was just another sign... I made the announcement at dinner. "Ollie, I think I'll..." I fumbled, not really having words for it... "Um, handle my, uh, other responsibilities, tonight," I finished lamely. "Ah." As clumsy as I was, Ollie's glance at Cletus and Mike indicated that he'd gotten my meaning. "Actually, that's ... convenient..." He flicked a glance at Rhonda and I realized that he hadn't had his first go with her, either! Stupid me -- I'd been tied up in my own issues and missed the fact totally ... Judith, sitting on Chief's lap, snickered. Maureen looked like she was going to say something, but Tony popped up from beside her and bent to kiss her neck over her uniform collar and she relaxed and forgot about it. There was something more than 'Me sponsor, you concubine!' going on there, too ... Of Jack's brood, probably the only one alert was Frieda; she gave me the thumbs up. Dinner over, we went our separate ways -- which meant that Judith went off with Chief, among other things. I led 'the boys' back to the quarters specifically assigned to me and made the grand announcement, "It's Wednesday night and Mama wants to party, Boys!" Both of them looked a little hesitant. "It's, uh, been a while since everything worked," Cletus ventured. "It's been popping up, though, hasn't it?" I replied confidently. "AI, how is Cletus doing?" "General vascular issues required repair before the reproductive system could be allowed to generate a load on the heart; however, Cletus White should now be capable of anything he was able to do at age thirty-five," the AI replied. "Repairs continue, and age regression and augmentation should be complete within the week, but he should be able to support two orgasms in a session and four within six hours, properly paced." "Huh!" was about all Cletus could get out. "What about Mike?" I asked. "Michael Ferguson is well into augmentation. Current capacity is four orgasms within the first hour, six in two and eight in four." "Jesus Christ!" Mike exploded. I grinned. "You're a teenager again, Mike! Come here and let me suck that thing!" I started working my way out of my uniform. "Cletus, until you can catch up, every shot counts -- so you get pussy. I hope you don't mind..." "Mind? Do I mind?" Cletus whacked himself on the forehead, "Lord, Lord! I never figured to SMELL pussy again, let alone fuck it!" He stepped up to help me work my uniform off the rest of the way. "Well, I know I'm not a joy to look at, but it's what I've got..." I muttered. "Been probly twenty-five years since I've done this well -- and SHE wasn't white..." Cletus muttered. "Ollie's had four," I murmured. "The color of my next kid is totally dependent upon which one of you gets there first..." Big Mike just snorted as I went to my knees before him, then groaned as I took his meat in hand. Mike hadn't been super-endowed, but he was thick; now he was a bit above average in length and VERY thick! I jacked him, pushing back his foreskin, and tasted his pre-cum for the first time. Mike hissed and put his hands in my hair -- not quite trying to control things. "I'm gonna lick this for a bit if you don't mind," came a rumble from behind me. I popped my lips off Mike's salami and said, "Just don't forget to fuck it!" Cletus chuckled and leaned in and I discovered that he had a mean tongue! He made sure I got off on it, grunting and gasping around Mike's hard meat, before he put his hands on my hips and nosed that tapered cock of his home into its new hole ... I wailed around Mike's erection, but Mike was there, anyway; I'd been taking him deep every third stroke, even given his surprising girth. That had been set up as a deliberate fit, anyway, down at Medical; I wanted my boys to be able to enjoy themselves. Mike erupted in my mouth, grunting, and I sucked in the thick, slimy clumps, enjoying the taste and the texture. This was the new Vera -- the woman who could enjoy being fucked silly and eating a quart of cum if she wanted to -- and if I did it was nobody else's business! I reveled in it as Cletus got a stroke going, pushing nearly a foot of stiff, tapered meat deep in my pussy, battering my cervix and opening me up. It was fucking GREAT! When Cletus' spike spewed into my depths, I'd had three orgasms already; I waved him around so I could clean up the excess, while begging Mike to plug me and make sure nothing came out until he could mix his babymakers with Cletus'. I don't remember EXACTLY when I decided that I wanted to be pregnant again right away, but it had been on my short list of adjustments while the boys got worked on. I didn't discuss it with Ollie, either -- it was an independent decision. Maybe Beth triggered the urge... When Mike roared and blasted away inside me, I was coming down from Orgasm Number Five -- and the night was young. I took his cock in for a suck to get our mixed juices from it, and it stayed hard, so I suggested that we move to the bedroom. There, I took Mike into my mouth again, taking my time, enjoying it and making sure he got as much pleasure as I could provide -- but when I looked over my shoulder at Cletus, it was for something else... "I didn't do anything to prepare, Sweetie, but I want that in my ass -- okay? I want it deep..." "Yeah, okay..." Cletus nodded. "Want some lube or anything?" "Spit. Only what you have to do to keep from hurting us both, okay, Sweetie? Nothing artificial..." "Hey, okay..." I watched him test his member for stiffness. "Pussy juice okay?" "That's natural..." I knew he wanted to take a few strokes to firm himself up. I went back to Mike, working hard to tease another flood of his man juice from him -- and Cletus took it easy, not hammering or forcing me so that I could do a good job. He was in and out of my twat in easy strokes, then he popped up and applied just enough pressure to open my back hole as I pressed down. The head popped through, but that was less than half the battle; I don't know how many times he spat in the next several minutes before that prong of his was seated ... He just kind of held it there, rocking slowly, while I finished Mike off; Mike fell away, groaning, while I swished his seed through my teeth, making nasty noises with it, enjoying myself. Then Cletus began to stroke... I'd never had anything that big up my ass -- it was incredible! Don't tell me you can't cum from a cock in your ass-- I did twice! I howled and screamed and Mike reached between my legs and diddled my joy button while kissing me and I nearly sucked his tongue out at the roots! We were a nasty, stinking mess when it was all over, but it was wonderful! We all staggered to the shower -- a large one, thank God! -- and the AI performed some magic while we were getting clean and the bed was ready for us to fall into when we came out. We cuddled up with Cletus on my left and Mike on my right and I drifted into dreamland, satiated... ------- Chapter 53 Gonzalo: Thursday morning, the perpetually angry Decurion held a 'staff meeting.' I discovered that his staff consisted of your humble servant, the Sub-Decurion I had been given the pleasure of meeting the day before, and another, younger, female Sub-Decurion -- coincidentally also named Hopkins. Decurion Tillotson referred to them as Hopkins the Elder and Hopkins the Younger -- and at some point in the conversation, I was given to understand that they were mother and daughter... As expected, our dealings were initially stiff and stilted, colored by his disapproval of my heritage and recent career -- but as Señora Hopkins and I discussed the issues facing the demographic in our care, he began to thaw somewhat and appear more civil. Señora Hopkins was a fine, strong-willed dama with an earthy nature and what many refer to as common sense; oddly, Tillotson seemed to fear her. This did not apply to the daughter, however; the Decurion tended to be rude and dismissive of her. Brusque treatment seemed to be the Decurion's default manner; he had little patience and no time, and appeared to be uncomfortable with the idea of interacting with anyone. This did not endear him to me, as I was raised not to give insult to anyone -- especially women. I did my best to display the proper respect, even though neither of the Hopkins women was physically to my taste; they were both somewhat heavier than my personal definition of feminine pulchritude, but that was and is not an excuse for rudeness. Señora Hopkins -- Vera, as she wished to be referred to -- shared my concerns over the employment of the woman Bernice, and related concerns over the fact that her motivations and mental state were not optimal, even if her capacity for sex seemed to be impressive. We discussed the fact that my charges required partitioning into groups, as those with children should not really be exposed to some of the unexcised elements among the truly single males. This got me a look from the Decurion, as he continued to feel that I should have been among the excised ... He took my point, however, along with Vera's that the bachelor group was going to grow, unfortunately, if we did not make a more serious effort at educating the sponsors regarding the benefits of having an additional male in the household. We both made it clear that this MUST be a priority in order to minimize the size of a potentially disruptive demographic. We also both made it clear that in some cases, the bachelor males may have been the better parent -- a possibility that the current system was apparently totally blind to. Vera, however, illuminated the basic problem: "Of course, even if the woman is the poorer parent, if we can't place the male parent what good have we done the children?" "We really need to go after female sponsors!" Señorita Hopkins -- the one called Maureen -- insisted. "There has to be an audience for these men -- women who maybe don't have a motherly bone in their body -- career women, say..." The Decurion was about to stifle her creativity, so I raise a finger and endorsed the idea, recommending that perhaps we should do a search of the female sponsor list. We continued in that vein for a few minutes, then the Decurion released his official subordinates and turned to me, "Why are you protecting Hopkins the Younger?" "Because you are riding her too hard and will waste her potential," I replied. "She will learn and be a valuable asset if you do not treat her as you apparently do all others -- with contempt!" I replied. "How dare you!" he hissed. "I dare because I must!" I replied, "You are wasting valuable assets and dulling the tools we must use to complete our work! It is my JOB to point this out to you! Besides, I would be unable to damage your opinion of me in any case..." The Decurion sat back in his chair, frowning. "I do things the way I do them for my own protection. I have seen too many well-intentioned individuals destroyed by the weight of the responsibility and the assault on their emotions. We are overworked, chronically -- we cannot afford to be emotionally involved in what we are doing." "Then you are just herding them without any understanding of their reactions," I replied, "and you will make mistakes -- costly mistakes -- mistakes that will require you to be even more distant to avoid having to take responsibility for within yourself." Curiously, the Decurion did not take offense; instead, he looked troubled. "I ... have no peace." "You are alone," I theorized. "You have no woman." "I have thousands of women!" he argued -- but it was a hollow protest, and we both knew it. "There is a difference between using a woman and having a woman," I replied. "Your Sub-Decurions bring valuable insights, but you feel that you must put them in their place to maintain your control. This is not collegial and it is not necessarily good leadership. If you HAD a woman, you could share your concerns and worries with her in private and obtain her advice without any requirement to maintain your public face..." I paused for a moment, then added, "I am well versed in the demands of machismo..." "Maybe." Tillotson seemed suddenly vulnerable. "I keep finding that I am not up to the demands of matching wits with a certain old woman..." "Indeed?" I chuckled. "Nana Salazar," the Decurion explained, "is eighty-two. She shouldn't be here, but she was the family matriarch, and she showed up for Family Day. The young great-grandson Javier is surrounded by women -- four generations worth, counting his younger sister Marisol. Anyway, somehow, in conversation, I managed to trigger an indiscretion by the AI and Nana is chasing me with her cane, trying to foist her daughter or her granddaughter -- or both -- on me." "How terrible is this?" I asked. Tillotson shrugged. "Maybe it isn't. Neither of them would have had a shot without the old woman -- her mind is as sharp as a tack, and her tongue cuts like a knife!" "Are they, then, not comely?" I asked. "Do you have any idea how many naked women I've seen?" Tillotson sighed. "How many did you take an interest in?" I queried. "A personal interest? Not necessarily a sexual interest..." Tillotson shook his head, his eyes troubled. "It's not something I do." I nodded. "And this is your problem. You know it, too, do you not?" He nodded. "The old woman likely smelled it on you." He nodded again. "So what are you doing?" "I made a bargain," Tillotson replied. "I promised to use them both -- on the condition that each of them went from my bed to young Javier's. The old woman presented it as a way to override their concerns over incest." He chuckled. "SHE wasn't bothered by incest!" "And how has this tactic fared?" I asked. "Last night, I had the grandmother," he replied. "She's a fine looking woman, for her age. I had her give me fellatio, and then deliberately went to sleep on her." He chuckled. "Young Javier won't, I wager..." "This arrangement," I asked, my interest piqued. "What other stipulations were there?" "I told them it wouldn't matter if I took them both -- they would be shared with young Javier, in any case." Tillotson replied. "The intent was to give them no reason to bother..." "Are you aware that this is, perhaps, an elegant solution?" I asked. "Why would you not just proceed with it?" "Not until young Javier has had them both, in any case," the Decurion replied. "That is the name of the game -- and how Javier and I win. If either of them refuses to sleep with Javier, I can send her on her way." "You want them broken," I mused. "Yes." "And if you succeed?" He shrugged. "I don't know." "I do," I replied. "It will have become personal, Decurion Tillotson -- and a woman will finally have penetrated your armor of indifference. THAT is what the old woman is working toward." I eyed him. "Now that you know, what will you do?" "I honestly don't know," Tillotson said quietly. "You DO know, Decurion -- you merely have not faced the knowledge. You are tired -- tired of carrying the burden alone. The old woman has already won -- or she will, if you have but the sense to allow it." I shook my head. "I will seek out this Nana Salazar -- she could be a valuable resource, eh?" "I'd actually had idle fantasies of marrying her up with Hopkins the Younger..." Tillotson chuckled. "Yes," I mused, chuckling, "Another elegant solution, is it not?" That brought another thought. "You seem ... hesitant around the older woman, Vera. Why is that?" "It's ... complicated. SHE is complicated. Sit -- you won't believe this..." I settled back in my chair and the Decurion told me the strange tale of Hopkins the Elder, the Fat Slut. I admit to some amazement... "I had her, the night before she became a sponsor," Tillotson admitted. "She isn't my type by a LOONG shot -- but the Major gave her fine marks and chided me for being picky and cowardly, so I tried her. She is ... accomplished ... beyond my wildest expectations -- and she brings a certain joy to the sex act. If there were a competition between Vera and the woman Bernice, Vera would attract four times the number of men -- and service them all, happily. It's what she does, apparently." He chuckled. "Hopkins the Younger asked me not to assign her to administer a brothel -- and I don't have to, because it's her mother's calling!" He looked up from his desktop at me. "I may have misjudged you, Gonzalo, and for that I apologize." He stood and put out his hand. "Friends?" I took it. "Friends." Ten minutes later, I was on my way to the Salazar quarters. ------- "Señora Salazar, I presume?" I asked the woman in widow's weeds who appeared when the door opened. "I hear interesting things about the family matriarch of the Salazars..." "And you are?" Nana raised an eyebrow. "Gonzalo Cuatrecasas, at your service," I replied, bowing. "You are a silver-tongued Spaniard, in any case!" Nana declared, "Waste not your time on me -- I am the world's oldest child -- the Decurion has decreed it!" "That apparently does not preclude a certain envy on his part for your accomplishments, Señora," I replied. "He is a fine specimen -- hard. My daughter and granddaughter need the example. They've filled their empty heads with American foolishness about equality." She eyed me. "What can I do for you?" "It has occurred to the Decurion that your somewhat childish wisdom might be of use to us," I told her, smiling to let her know that I was teasing, not insulting. "The young, they have not lived -- they have not seen life, in all its color -- or the grays that are the reality when we dream of black and white." "Such a tongue you have!" Nana marveled. "Let us go elsewhere; my daughter, in particular, is easily charmed and I do not want her distracted from her pursuit of the Decurion." "I am ... unavailable, but I see your point," I replied. "Shall we? The AI knows where we are..." We settled in an observation lounge and had quite a conversation; the Decurion was correct in that the woman very clearly had her wits about her. She was gratified to discover that I was an ally in her plot to tame the Decurion -- and surprised that I considered it to be for his own good. "So you've seen it, then? That look he has?" she asked. "Yes. He has attempted to resign from the human race in order to be qualified to control his chunk of it." I shook my head. "That is not good -- and he knows it. That is the good news -- he is fighting himself, as well as the four of you." Nana smiled sadly. "It may be only three. The Decurion tricked Estrellita and only used her orally -- so she is likely to be stubborn about Javier." "Would it help if the Decurion were present, do you think?" "Yes." Nana thought about it. "I think she might be browbeaten into it then." "Do you want to tell him, or should I?" I asked. "I approved of the tactic; I may as well admit to the mistake." She stood. "It has been a pleasure, Señor." "Likewise, Señora. I look forward to future conversations." I escorted her back to her quarters, bowed, and took my leave. Troy: I got the locations of all of the passenger messes from the AI and trolled them on Wednesday. There was a shitload of pussy out there -- most of it older bitches. A lot of them were fat and ugly, too, but the AI reminded me that I could fix that, so I worked at ignoring it -- which isn't easy. Your first impression of another person just isn't what they sound like or what the smell like -- it's what you see. It takes a real leap to get to, 'that sow COULD look like this... ' I had the AI work on this deal where it made some obvious changes and projected them for me when I looked at some chick twice. It helped. What DIDN'T help was the fact that there just didn't seem to be that many women out there with the proper mindset. I wanted a chick who didn't seem to have any limits -- one who would just keep taking it. Aside from that one bitch I'd run into on Tuesday, they just weren't out there. The thing that got my attention about that bitch was her willingness to push back -- I would threaten something and her answer would be 'Bring it!' I'd never really run into a bitch like that. It was weird and strange -- and kind of exciting! The only worry was 'How long can I keep it up?' How long could I push her before I ran out of stuff to do? I didn't know -- and THAT was part of the draw, too! I wondered if it mattered... I shouldn't have been surprised, but I was. I hit Mess Seventy-Eight for the evening meal and did my usual ten second counterclockwise sweep, and there she was at about nine o'clock, looking back. She had her kid with her, and a tray in her hands, but she was watching me. I looked back. After about five seconds, she said something to her kid and dropped her tray on the nearest table, continuing to watch me while she got the kid organized. I just kept looking back, waiting. As soon as the kid was seated and eating, she settled onto her knees, continuing to watch me. I cocked my head and she shifted from Attention to Presentation One. Okay, we weren't bullshitting one another ... I snapped my fingers and pointed at the floor in front of me and she started to get up -- but I frowned and pointed at the floor and she got the idea, going to all fours and crawling into my presence, then returning to Presentation One. "Think you're pretty smart, don't ya?" I growled. "No, Master." "I'm not your master," I growled -- but I wasn't kidding anybody, so I added, "yet." I stepped up and tried my damnedest to mash one of her nipples flat between my thumb and forefinger and she grunted, but limited herself to that. Oh, her shoulder dropped, but she fought it back up. I let go and grunted, "You're on probation. Go get me a New York Strip, medium, curly fries, and a beer -- not Bud. Plop it down next to your kid, then come find me. Git." She got up and took off, not as rapidly as expected, maybe, but she wasn't sixteen, either. Once she was on her feet, she moved with a purpose, her ass rolling as she stepped out. I made a mental note to stick my dick in it, real damned soon... Eleanor: I must have ESP; he wasn't even in the door yet and I spun to look after catching him out of the corner of my eye. I stopped where I was, watching him, holding Reggie's and my dinner tray. It would do me no good to DO anything until he saw me and acknowledged me. It took maybe ten seconds for him to find me. I continued to wait, knowing that if I took his acceptance for granted, he would ignore me -- even if he had to walk on me to get past. Reggie got restless after a few seconds, so I told him, "That man is back." "The one who... ?" "Yes. Sit here at the table and eat for Mommy; I may have to go see him." I plopped the tray down on the nearest table, surprising a couple with two kids sitting there already, and opened Reggie's milk and gave him his silverware -- all the while watching the man -- who continued looking back, without even blinking, apparently. By the time I was done, I figured that if he was going to go on about his business, he'd have done so -- so I went to my knees and assumed Attention. He cocked his head, still regarding me with that unblinking, predatory gaze, so I shifted to Presentation One. It was the right thing to do. After another couple of seconds, he looked mildly disgusted and snapped his fingers, pointing at the floor in front of him. I made to get up, but he frowned and pointed at the floor, so I started crawling. I had to duck a couple of people and just missed getting a hand stepped on, but in no time, I was in front of him, kneeling up again and pushing my breasts up and out at him. "Think you're pretty smart, don't ya?" he growled. "No, Master," I replied, knowing that he wouldn't want me to get cocky. "I'm not your master," he growled -- but then he added, "Yet." Then he stepped up and took my left nipple between his thumb and forefinger and tried to crush it! I gasped and started to flinch away -- but that would have been a mistake, so I controlled myself and tried to block out the pain. He let go and grunted, "You're on probation. Go get me a New York Strip, medium, curly fries, and a beer -- not Bud. Plop it down next to your kid, and then come find me. Git." I got. I hadn't mastered getting up out of a kneeling position rapidly yet, but once I was standing, I took off as fast as I could without running. Thirty seconds later, I was placing his food order. It took a minute or two to replicate, but there wasn't a huge line and everybody else was doing similar, so it was no big thing. I took it back to the table and put it down and Reggie looked up and said, "I thought this was yours, Mommy?" waving at various items on his tray. "It is, Honey," I told him. "The man is coming." "Oh." Reggie absorbed this. "Is he gonna... ?" "Eat with us?" I supplied. "No." Reggie shook his head. "Do that again." "Maybe," I hedged. "Honey, I know you've been talked to about this. He's a sponsor and I'm a concubine." "So it's okay?" "As weird as it probably sounds, Honey, I really don't mind. You know what we were doing, right?" Reggie nodded. "Sex." "You know the rules, right?" Reggie nodded again. "There aren't any." "Well, there are a couple," I admitted. "I could say no, because I'm not his yet. But I don't want to." "You like him?" "Well ... yes. Honey, sometimes these things are hard to explain, but we ... click. He has something I need, and I have something he needs. Were you upset the other day?" "Well ... I was. But then I saw that you were having fun..." Reggie eyed me, clearly wondering if he had read things right. "Yes, I was," I admitted. "Honey, the man might want things -- rough things. I don't want you to worry, though, unless I look really upset, okay? I don't think I can explain, but I probably won't mind, even if he gets kind of rough..." "You'll be playing hard?" "Yes. We'll be playing hard." That was closer to the truth than Reggie probably realized. "Okay." He turned back to his food. "You stay here and eat. I'm going to go get him," I told Reggie. "Okay." I looked around; he was wandering among the tables on the far side of the room, looking at women. There was quite a selection -- but not a lot of Grade 'A' stuff. Women who have had kids -- and virtually all of us had -- tend to get a little thick in the middle -- and stay that way. There were some students, apparently -- girls in their teen years who were concubine material -- but most were taken at this point. My mysterious potential master didn't seem to be fascinated with them, anyway -- or at least they got no more attention than any other group. I hurried to him, having already spent more time than was wise making explanations to Reggie, and went to my knees. "Your dinner is served, Master." "Fine." But he pinned me in place with a hand on my shoulder while he turned his attention on a nondescript heavyset woman with light brown hair and heavy breasts. There was a girl on her left -- maybe ten -- and a boy on her right -- maybe twelve. On the other side of the boy sat a man -- a somewhat pudgy type with mutton-chop sideburns, kind of silly looking, in my opinion. "Wait," he said quietly to me before striding up behind the woman and collecting her chin in his left hand, tilting her back so she had to regard him upside-down. Overriding her squawk of surprise, he addressed her, "So, do you like to fuck?" "I -- I..." She grabbed the table to keep from falling backward into him and gobbled in shock. "Come on -- it's a simple question," Master said impatiently. The man opened his mouth; Master merely turned and held up a finger with a no-nonsense expression on his face. The guy turned pale and shut up. "Uh, yes," the woman croaked out. "Do you like it, or do you just put up with it?" Master asked, reaching down to cup the woman's right breast. She had large ones, with big, light-pink areolas -- and had started out with barely any nipple showing, but Master's fingers found what she had and it grew as I watched. Flicking a glance at the man, Master muttered, "I'm sure things aren't as they once were, so we're speaking in general terms." "I don't understand..." The woman was too frightened to think clearly; Master knew that as well as I did. He let her up, releasing her chin, and turned to the daughter. "Hi, Cutie -- what's your name?" "Lily." The little girl eyed Master, trying to decide whether he was a threat or not. "Are you a student at the school, Lily?" Master asked. "Yes." "Good. Which courses were you taking?" Master asked. "Concubine stuff," Lily replied. "Toby is, too." She indicated her brother. "What does Mommy know about concubine stuff, do you figure, Lily?" Master asked. "She's still learning." Master turned his attention to young Toby. "Toby, is it? What about Daddy? What has he learned?" Toby frowned, clearly worried. "They're new, Mister. I haven't had the advanced stuff, but they're not ready for tests..." Master cocked his head at the boy. "Can you help?" "I can try. I mean, I'm only..." "Do what you can," Master murmured. Turning his attention back to the woman, who was clearly bewildered, he asked, "Okay, now this will be a complicated and potentially embarrassing question. We'll do three parts or something. First, how well-hung is the old man, there?" Master pointed at Mutton-Chops with his thumb. The man opened his mouth, but young Toby said, "No, Dad. You need to not get into this." "Uuh, not very?" The woman turned an apologetic look on the father of her children. "It, uh, wasn't number one on my list," she added. Master nodded. "Probably not. I figure that 'Sucker' tattoo on his forehead was more important. Pretty desperate, were you?" "I..." The woman looked flustered, as did the man. "Was that a question?" "No, I have my answer," Master replied. "So, Desperate, how long were you and Sucker married?" The woman blinked and huffed and looked around a bit. "Around thirteen years." "Fertile, was she?" Master turned his attention to the man. "How fertile? 'Oops! I'm pregnant' fertile? I'm betting you found your way between her legs before marriage was a serious subject..." "That's none of..." 'Sucker' sputtered. "Dad..." "Listen to the boy..." Master murmured. "Well it isn't!" Sucker insisted. "But it is!" Master replied. "It's important in that is it a possible source of long-term friction between you and Desperate, here -- and because Toby deserves to know whether he was conceived out of wedlock or not!" "We..." Sucker began. "I was pregnant! All right?" Desperate rasped. "How do you feel about that?" Master asked Sucker. "It's been ... worth it," Sucker replied cautiously. "So, does she like sex?" Master asked. "It's ... tailed off, some. Kids, you know..." Sucker murmured. "More like she had your leg in the bear trap already," Master chuckled. "Did she look like this when you married?" "Well, she's put on a few pounds..." Sucker allowed. Desperate muffled a snort. "I have, too," he added. "Whipped..." Master rolled his eyes. "A few pounds, or quite a few?" "Twenty-five or so," Sucker estimated -- which drew another snort from Desperate. I began to see what was up... Master returned his attention to Desperate, "So, do you like sex?" "Yes, I like sex!" Desperate snapped. "But sex with Sucker, here, isn't fun anymore?" Master prompted. "Is that it? So how big IS Sucker, anyway?" Desperate measured out five inches or so with her fingers. "Like this..." "Servicable, obviously..." Master murmured, "But if you had one like this..." he measured out seven inches or so, "that would be more fun, wouldn't it?" "Yes. A LOT more!" Desperate rasped. I kept my face serene, but I was laughing inside. Master had pushed the two to the point that they were being utterly truthful in their answers, insulting or not. "We come back to the original question, I guess," Master murmured. "So how much do you like sex? Is it just a means to attract a meal ticket, or is it something you genuinely enjoy, as long as the dick is longer than Sucker's, here?" Desperate's eyes kind of bulged; Master had fixed it so that whatever answer she gave, her mate wasn't going to be happy ... Master stood there with his head cocked, smiling evilly, awaiting her answer. "It's not like that!' she burst out. "I love Bert!" "Sure you do, Honey." Master patted her on the shoulder. "Bert, have you ever done the old lady up the ass?" "No," Bert said carefully. "Well, you know, she's sure to feel that cock of yours in there. I think she owes you. Oh, and Desperate? You need to smile while it goes in..." Master kind of switched channels. "AI? Bert, here, is going to have anal sex with his woman tonight. It isn't assault, no matter what she says or does about it; it's under instruction from me. If they do well, I may come back and take them on..." "Acknowledged." "Toby, you watch 'em. I'll want a report -- give it to the AI. Lily, you can just go to bed, okay, Honey? You don't need to watch..." "Okay," the little girl said dubiously. Toby nodded dutifully. Master patted Desperate on the shoulder. "Smile..." Then he turned to me. "Show me my dinner, Woman. It's probably fucking cold..." I eyed him. "Knees?" "Walk." When we got there, he settled next to Reggie and gave him a nod, then snapped his fingers and said "Attention, on my left." I settled there and spent the next couple of minutes watching him eat on my right and Reggie eat on my left, knowing that if I reached for something I would get my hand slapped. After a couple of minutes, Master, still chewing a bite of steak, went rooting through my plate and came up with a green bean, which he then poked at my face. I took it, as gently as I could, with my mouth, thinking that next time I'd better get French fries with my fish. But he fed me; after a couple of minutes, he stopped eating from his own plate for a bit and concentrated on it. "Ever feed your mother?" he asked Reggie. Reggie giggled. "No." "Well, she seems pretty well trained. Did your dad ever feed her?" "I don't think so." "Hmmm..." I swallowed a bite. "Master, may I speak?" "I guess." He picked up a curly fry from his plate and stuck it in his mouth. "Why did you do that -- back there?" "The couple?" Master grunted. "I was bored to shit and a little pissed off -- for entertainment, I guess." He sat up. "That reminds me. AI? That kid, Toby, should be in sponsor training. Put a flea in somebody's ear at the school." "Acknowledged." "If he hangs out with somebody with some balls, he's got a shot," Master informed me. "His old man is an idiot, and his old lady has bigger balls -- but I gather you picked up on that," Master said to me. "Yes, Master." "There's a lot of that shit going on." Master seemed to shake himself. "Anyway ... It was something to do, I guess. I'm looking for something in particular -- and your sorry ass is the closest I've come." I said nothing, knowing that this was his approach to why we were here. "You're on fucking probation -- and I'm not taking you unless you find me a second piece. I know how you are -- you'll go to the wall, won't you? Well, that's all well and good, but I want another piece -- one who whines a lot, but takes it. We're gonna be a team; I'm gonna push and you're gonna pull. I'm gonna use her like toilet paper, and you're gonna come along behind and remind her that's how it's supposed to be. Of course, I'll be using YOU like toilet paper as an example..." "Yes, Master." Was there anything ELSE I could say? "The bitch can't break; she needs to be able to bounce back. She's probably got to be fucking stupid, since she can't ever learn -- stubborn, anyway. I need to be able to take her down to nothing, wait two days, and do it all over again." "How will I find such a person, Master?" I asked. "Not my problem -- ask the AI. Just get it done, or when we hit the planet, I'm gonna put you in the Civil Service cat house -- which reminds me -- I need to get a nut and you're within reach..." He turned to Reggie. "You about done eating, kid?" "Yes, sir." "Good. Clean up the trays, Slut, then we'll go to my place and I'll pick a hole and stick my dick in it." I rose and did as I was told, smiling where he couldn't see it. Would he cut me loose, even if I failed? Probably not. But he'd set me a task -- a difficult one -- to keep me busy proving I was worthy. And in the meantime, he would be there... ------- Chapter 54 Mark: The door opened and Nana stood there, grinning like a croc. "I've come for Graciela," I announced, "and to check on Estrella." "Very well," Nana replied formally, backing away from the door. "Graciela!" "Nana?" Graciela stuck her head out of the door of a side room, took me in and blinked in surprise. I beckoned with a finger and she stepped through the door and came forward. "Attention," I directed, and she settled to her knees. "Spread the legs a bit." She did so. I walked around her, pulling her raven hair back from over her right shoulder so it didn't mask the curve of her breast. Graciela's mother was a handsome woman, but she didn't have 'C' cups -- nor was she as rounded as Graciela, who met my 'big, but forgiven due to presentation' standard. She probably weighed one forty, but carried it very well, just looking womanly. There was a little bit of belly bulge, but not a roll. I probably haven't mentioned this, but I DO have a weak spot for Hispanic women -- and Graciela had my interest, not that I wanted ANYONE to know it. I abused her a little, feeling her up from behind and watching her nipples pop, then squatting to rub her ass and slip my hand between her legs from behind -- THAT got me a look of surprise ... She opened her mouth and I stuck a finger in it; funny how just about anyone will start sucking the finger if you do that ... From my observations, Estrella had pride and her regal bearing, but Graciela had fire; already, just from touching her, I knew that I would not limit myself with the daughter the way I had with the mother. I would test Graciela's fellatio, but that would not be the main course... I turned to Nana, "Someone should tell the man of the house that I am here." Nana nodded and scuttled off; Javier was not to be yelled for like a mere woman. He arrived momentarily. "Good evening, Decurion." "I have come for your mother per our agreement," I murmured. "How is your grandmother?" Javier cocked his head. "Okay, I guess..." "What has she done for you?" I pressed. "Well, nothing, if I understand your question." "Why not?" I pretended amazement and glanced around, making certain that Graciela saw my look; when the time came, I expected Graciela to do her duty -- and it appeared that her mother was going to be the object lesson. "Are you waiting for later?" "Perhaps she is, Sir," Javier opined. "It isn't up to her," I replied. "It's up to you! Why don't we fix this now, so I know whether to bother with her in the future." "Okay..." Javier eyed me. "A moment..." I beckoned him and we strode to another room. "I am doing this for your benefit. At this point, your great-grandmother and I are conspiring to make your mother and your grandmother come to the table for you. We need your help in this, obviously -- but I'm sure you can do your part..." "Yes..." Javier's eyes lit. "You told them that we would share them in any case, did you not? How would that work?" "As a recommendation, we should merge households, if we get to that point," I replied, "then we can collaborate on filling any additional concubine slots with whatever strikes our combined fancy." Javier nodded. "Are you thinking seriously of taking one of them?" I nodded. "Yes -- although without your great-grandmother pitching for them, we would never have gotten this far. It is a sad thing that she is too old to bear more children, frankly." "What should I do?" he asked. "Demand service from your grandmother," I replied. "I played games with her last night; she only got to service me orally. Perhaps that was a mistake; she probably feels that either she is not yet obligated, or that her obligation is limited to oral sex -- but you should demand the full treatment, if you know what I mean -- and I will be there as both the carrot AND the stick ... Your mother will be watching, which will make her more tractable for both of us." Javier nodded. "I understand." "Let's let Nana handle collecting your grandmother," I chuckled. Javier smiled and nodded. Nana was standing there when we exited the room, both smiling. "Nana, there seems to be an issue with Estrella meeting her responsibilities. Would you summon her for us?" "ESTRELLITA!!!" Nana took off at an amazing pace and returned moments later, driving her daughter before her while haranguing her in rapid-fire Spanish. Estrella looked from me to Javier and back, "Yes?" "When did you plan to present yourself to Javier?" I asked. "We didn't ... It was only..." Estrella blustered. "It wasn't sex?" I asked. "Well..." "Did you even offer that?" I pressed. "No, I..." "You're not serious, then," I concluded. "But..." "What are you going to do?" I pressed. I leaned over to Javier and whispered, "Take charge. She isn't Grandma -- she's an adult and you are an adult..." Javier stood nodding; I watched the change come over him as her set his mind to his task. "Estrella! Attention!" He snapped his fingers and pointed at the floor before him. Estrella's eyes got as big as saucers. "Javier, I am..." "You are a woman and a concubine -- or will be -- and a member of my household!" Javier rasped. "Why are you still standing?" "This is..." Estrella blustered. "This is where the rubber meets the road, Estrella," I interrupted. My interruption gave Javier a moment to think of something to counter his grandmother's bluster. "Do you NOT wish to be a member of my household?" he asked, his voice dangerous. He played the thing perfectly, too, glancing at the door significantly. "No, I -- I..." Estrella sank to her knees. "Yes, Javier." "Now that it is clear to you that Javier is serious, we can move on to whether you think I am," I declared. "You are not!" Estrella snapped. "What would lead you to that conclusion?" I asked. "You just..." she began. "Treated you like the slave you are?" I finished. "Just because you were a little worked up, I was supposed to interrupt my relaxation to sex you? Who is in charge, here, exactly?" "Mama said..." "Mama said what?" I asked. "She said you would do ... everything..." "Everything as in what?" I demanded. "As in my mouth, my cosita and..." she glanced around, "my culo..." Beside me, Graciela gasped quietly, "Culo?" I ignored her. Having gotten the translations, I nodded. "And?" "You didn't," Estrella muttered. "I didn't THEN!" I corrected. "Did I say we were done?" "Uh, no..." "You ASSUMED we were done? Are we?" I pressed. "I don't know!" "Are you going to present yourself to Javier?" I demanded. "I -- I..." "What is it that you have against Javier that you would not want him to learn about sex from an experienced and loving woman such as yourself?" I queried. "Why, why nothing!" Estrella gasped. "Then why... ?" "You KNOW why!" she wailed. "I do not!" Turning, I perceived Marisol peering around a door. "Come, come!" I beckoned. "This won't be the last of these little family differences of opinion you witness, unless I miss my guess..." Marisol eased around the corner and slid into the room. I'm not a pedophile, by any means, but Marisol was ... ripe; it showed through, even though she was clothed. She already had a set of fine conical breasts and some hips on her -- all of her mother's lush curves, made more exciting by her youth. My data said she was twelve; well it was twelve going on fifteen ... I got control of my facial features and asked, "You're in the school, are you not?" "Yes, sir." Marisol nodded carefully. "What are your mother and grandmother doing wrong?" "Just about everything!" Marisol replied with some asperity. A bit surprised, I asked, "Is there anything you would like to say to them?" Marisol put her hands on her hips and started a harangue forcibly reminiscent of Nana! "Mama! Grandma! Ever since I was a little girl, I've heard you tell Nana, "This isn't the old country! We don't do it like that here! Well, guess what? THIS ISN'T AMERICA! WE DON'T DO IT LIKE THAT HERE! Nana already knows her way around a LOT better than either one of YOU do! SHE knows what is important! Wait until next year! I will show you how a concubine does things! Grandma, your pride is hurting you, here! If you want to be proud of something, be proud of being HIS!" -- She pointed to me -- "Or Javier's!" This was absolutely perfect, in my opinion, -- so naturally, the AI stuck its oar in... "Marisol Salazar, your medical data indicates that you are physically mature; you may petition for an exception to the thirteen year rule for limited sexual contact with your guardian's permission." Okay, maybe this wasn't so bad after all; both Estrella and Graciela went bug-eyed! I raised a hand and stepped in, "If I may -- Marisol -- you should not attempt anything with Javier until he has his feet wet." "Yes, Decurion," Marisol nodded obediently. I returned my attention to Estrella. "What are you going to do? This could be the last independent decision you ever make. Are you going to honor our agreement, or would you prefer to pursue the hunt for a sponsor on your own?" Javier was doing a fine job of standing there looking impatient. Estrella swallowed, hard, and looked from face to face before her. Only Graciela, perhaps, had any sympathy for her; Nana didn't, Marisol didn't, I didn't -- and Javier CERTAINLY didn't. Finally, in a meek voice, Estrella said, "Javier, may I teach you about sex?" Estrella: "Javier, may I teach you about sex?" As those words leaked from my lips, I awaited a lightning bolt from God -- but it didn't come. The Decurion pretended that there was a decision to be made -- and, technically, maybe there was, but to exile myself from my family? I couldn't! Therefore, there was only one option. Javier looked down upon me, his gaze birdlike, predatory. I'd never seen him like this -- it was if there was some transference of power to him from the Decurion. Part of it, perhaps, was that he obviously had the Decurion's full backing -- but part of it was his assumption of his duties as head of household. And part of it was undoubtedly lust... "Yes you may, Estrella." Javier didn't rush to grant me permission to commit incest with him; he granted permission as if it were a privilege. He used my given name, not 'Grandma', for probably the second time in his life. I understood the reason for it and part of me was grateful. He'd said it himself: "You are a woman and a concubine -- or will be -- and a member of my household!" This was my role; my role as 'Grandma' was set aside -- possibly permanently. "In your room, then?" I asked. It wasn't that I wanted to try to dissuade him privately -- I knew that this was not possible already -- but I assumed that he would want privacy. I made to get up. Perhaps he didn't trust me... "No, here, I think. The Decurion will want to know that you are not playing games or withholding yourself; he has a stake in this, too." Shocked, I settled back into position; he might as well have slapped me! After a moment, I gathered myself. "Very well. What is your wish?" I watched him struggle with himself -- and win. After a moment's thought, he said, "I am too aroused to be a good student. Perhaps you should ... give me release ... before I try to learn anything." Behind me, Mama purred, "That is an excellent idea! Young men to arrive at the pinnacle too quickly unless they are relieved of any excess pressure..." "Very well..." I couldn't help being irritated at Mama's comment -- but I knew she was right. I WAS proud of Javier, for his restraint and ability to think under pressure. I reached for his jumpsuit fly... "Can I watch?" Marisol burst out. "Brother, I would like to make that petition..." Mama cackled -- damn her! -- and Javier flicked a glance at the Decurion, who rumbled, "This is also a teaching exercise. Estrella isn't the best fellatrix I've ever had, but she's certainly passable. Javier, you can approve the request, but my previous injunction stands -- Marisol, you should merely watch." After a moment, he cocked his head and added, "Of course, you may do as you like -- this is YOUR household..." "It is sound advice," Javier replied, "and I requested it. Very well, Marisol, I approve of your request for an exception to policy. I don't know how long..." "Approved." The AI erupted. "Okay..." Javier raised a finger to admonish his sister, "Watch. I'm afraid ... it won't be long..." Marisol settled to my left and draped her skirt over her knees. "I understand. From my training, I'm surprised you haven't ejaculated in your pants, Brother! This is ... exciting!" For me, it was like watching an avalanche; there was no stopping it and I would have no help and had no hope -- and I would endure the consequences. I again reached for Javier's fly... Extracting his member was a struggle. I deliberately squeezed it around the base as I did so; he gave me a look, but I said, "It will help you to get control," and he nodded. When it was out, I was proud of my grandson; if he possessed this at fourteen, he would be much sought-after in two or three years! "This is ... very nice!" I breathed, using my hand to retract the foreskin from the swollen purple tip. It was a beautiful cock -- already the size of his grandfather's. Javier groaned at the touch of my hand and I knew we only had seconds, so I leaned forward and encased the sensitive tip with my lips and whirled my tongue over it. "AAAAAHHH!!!" Javier howled and clutched my head; I fought only enough to ensure that he did not bury his cock in my throat and took the first blast, then opened my mouth and cradled his pulsing cock on my tongue as it spurted several more times. Marisol leaned in, fascinated, watching her brother flood my mouth with his essence. He stopped producing anything after perhaps the sixth spurt -- but it was copious; I had a mouth full. I moved my head a bit, forward and back, washing the underside of his cock with my extended tongue, then wrapped my lips around it again and swallowed, savoring the taste of his young, vital seed. I was sullied; I had committed the sin of incest. Now that it was done, I might as well follow through. My relationship with my grandson would never be the same; I was a woman he could go to for sex -- and we both knew it. Javier: I played with Grandma's -- Estrella's -- thick hair while my member soaked in her mouth, extending my pleasure. There was no comparison between this and the rough service of my stroking hands; I was just amazed at the increase in intensity! As for Grandma -- Estrella, I mean -- the excitement seemed to be over, she seemed to be actually enjoying herself! The whole Grandma thing was going to be difficult to deal with -- but when one of us -- either myself, or the Decurion -- reversed the aging process in her, it would be easier to distance myself from our previous relationship. In the meantime, I would work on making the distinction. I put my hand on her shoulder and backed up, slowly, not really wanting to, but the intensity was such that I couldn't stand it anymore. The look she gave me while she licked her lips was a lot calmer and self-possessed than the one she'd given me before she started sucking. The unasked question was, 'What's next?' The Decurion answered that for me. "Have her teach you how to pleasure a woman," he recommended. "For a one-off, you needn't bother, but if you want them to look forward to being with you, you need to be able to reciprocate -- and the better at it you are, the happier they will be." He chuckled. "You needn't do it all in one night, either -- anything that Estrella leaves out, you can learn from Graciela." Mama's eyes widened at that. "I don't think we're going to have any more trouble from Estrella, are we?" he asked. "No." Grandma Estrella blushed and kept her head down, but she was rolling my balls between her fingers. "It's done -- I might as well enjoy it." Nana stood there, her eyes smoky. "If I weren't an old crone, I would teach you myself!" she husked. The Decurion eyed her, then said to me, "We can't push her all the way back to child-rearing age, but we can probably get her into her forties, somewhere. Given Estrella's looks, I'd think that either of us might be interested, occasionally..." I nodded; if Nana looked ten years younger than Grandma and she came to me, I would not turn her away. I might be able to accomplish something now, but it would doubtless be more pleasant for both of us then... "AI, please schedule this for Nana," I croaked. "Do what you can." "Acknowledged," the voice of the AI returned. "So, where were we?" the Decurion muttered. "My culo?" Mama whined. "Aiyy!" Nana rolled her eyes. "Yes, granddaughter, your culo! Decurion, do you want that tonight?" "Probably not," he admitted. "Good. It will give me time to work on her thick skull!" Nana rasped. "Come, Graciela," the Decurion murmured. "Brother! Can I go with them?" Marisol erupted. She clasped her hands and made puppy-dog eyes at the Decurion, begging, "Please?" The Decurion wavered visibly, but in the end said, "Before I would bring you into my presence to learn, I need to know if there is a teacher present. Not this time." He turned to me. "A moment?" I nodded and followed him into the next room where we had spoken before. "Your sister ... I'll be frank. She's as much a temptation as her mother -- and more than her grandmother. I want to know what we're doing before I get in deep there. On the other hand, I'm not sure you will be qualified any time soon, not having actually had Estrella..." He paused, "You realize that the results of her blowjob were more your arousal than her technique?" "Yes." I nodded. "That doesn't hurt anything," he chuckled. "I was a little overwrought at your age, myself -- and I don't know of anyone else who wasn't. Let's hold off a few days until we know who is good at what, shall we? I know she'll be momentarily disappointed, but we'll think of something..." "Very well," I murmured, adding, "Decurion? What IS your name?" He blinked, then chuckled. "Tillotson. Marcus Tillotson. Call me Mark." "Thank you, Mark." I held out my hand and he shook it. "Graciela!" Mark beckoned. "We're leaving!" Mama rose and followed him out, looking nervous. I returned to Grandma Estrella. "I think we'll continue, now..." I nodded at the door to my room. Grandma Estrella got up and headed that way, her hips swaying. Marisol interposed herself between me and the door, pouting. "What about me?" "There are issues to be resolved," I told her gently. "It won't be long -- a few days, maybe. The Decurion and I need to settle on arrangements." "Come, Child," Nana drew her away. "We will get there. When your mother comes home, for instance, we'll discuss how you prepare yourself -- and your culo -- for a man." "I think I know," Marisol replied. "An enema, right?" "Yes. Have you done it?" Nana asked. "No." "We will -- and I'll probably need your help with you fool of a mother!" I stood waiting, grateful, as Nana took Marisol into her charge and distracted her, then headed for my room. Vera: Thursday afternoon, Maureen cornered me with her list of female sponsors. "You know, there's someone at Brinkman who hasn't selected ANYONE!" "Really?" "Really. One Dr. June Mortenson. No spouse, no children -- and no concubines, male OR female." "And?" I prompted. "I was hoping..." I sighed. "Let's go talk to Dave Chambers first." Maureen and her boy toy toddled along after me as I made for Dave's office. The boys were working -- or at least, thinking about working, planning their jobs and trying to define their responsibilities once the group arrived at their new facility -- which undoubtedly would be wildly different from the last one... The AI announced us. "Vera! Or should I say, Sub-Decurion Hopkins! What a pleasant surprise! And your daughter, too? Uh oh -- what have I done?" He looked over at his concubines. I looked, too -- wasn't one of them SUPPOSED to be male? "Nothing that I'm aware of," I laughed. "We came for some advice!" Then my curiosity got the better of me. "Where is ... Antonio?" "It's Antonia, now," the concubine on the left, replied, preening, "Or just Toni, with an 'i.' You like?" 'She' stood and turned full-circle, clearly proud of 'her' assets. I elbowed Maureen, who was frowning. "Well, it's not up to me, but as long as you're happy and Dave's happy..." "I'm THRILLED!" Toni trilled. "I have boobies! Soon, I'll have a working pussy!" "Oh?" I blinked. "Well, no babies -- but everything else..." Toni looked philosophical about it. "Really?" Maureen was scandalized. "Pay attention!" I hissed. "This might be a solution for some of our boys -- not many, but some..." Turning to Toni, I asked, "Where are your, um, man parts?" Toni pouted. "My deek? There never was much ... But I can show you..." I shot a look at Dave, who waved at Toni. "Go ahead -- it's an education. I was certainly surprised!" Toni flopped over on 'her' back and spread her legs. Her externals already looked like a pussy to me... "There are tubes for the cojones under here..." she stroked what appeared to be her outer labia. "They are there, in a man. Sometimes, the cojones crawl back up in them, even. If I get really hot -- temperature hot, not sexy hot -- this area swells a little so they get some air and get cooler. Also, these..." she fingered a pair of apparently droopy inner labia, "help with the heat -- but not wearing panties is a part of it. As for my deek..." She fingered what looked like a large clitoris, "It is still here ... Davey, Honey, can Peg suck my deek a little for the lady?" Dave snorted good-naturedly and waved. "Sure..." Peg crawled right over and sucked in Toni's 'clit' -- and in a minute or so, it was stiff and maybe four inches long. "Oh, Baby, you do that so good!" Toni crooned. "I do you later, Baby-- promise!" I think Maureen was horrified, but I wasn't. "So, you can still make a woman pregnant?" "Yes, Baby..." Toni hissed through her teeth. "My deek, it isn't much, but it is enough for that and enough for Davey..." "Uh huh ... So, you're almost a hermaphrodite?" I asked. "Yes. If you have to be able to squirt cum and get pregnant, then only almost..." Toni admitted. "It didn't seem fair -- Peg, she can only do the pregnant thing -- so we gave her a deek, didn't we, Baby?" Toni caressed Peg's cheek. "You did?" Maureen gasped. "Well, like mine -- except it doesn't squirt, only feels good. She has no cojones, just like I have no womb," Toni explained. Peg was hiding her face, embarrassed. "Wow! Can I see it?" Maureen seemed to be a lot more fascinated with THIS development... "Sure, Baby!" Toni nudged Peg over on her back and sucked in her clitoris. "I think this was a lot easier to do..." Peg moaned in obvious pleasure as her 'clit' erected. Toni released it with a pop and said, "Peg can go pee-pee at a urinal like a man, if she wants..." Giggling, she resumed sucking; I watched her slide a finger into Peg's pussy, too. Peg seemed to be almost delirious! "So, Dave, what do you think of this?" I asked. "Well, neither of them is finished quite yet," Dave replied, "although Peg is probably almost, anyway. Toni will take a few days to get her vagina working. Ask me then. For now, though, everybody seems happy -- even Peg." "Did you, um, insist?" I asked. "No. Toni wanted it. Peg wasn't sure, but I didn't force her and she can go back to normal any time she wants..." "I DON'T!" Peg croaked. "Oh, God, Toni! There! THERE!!!" She convulsed. Toni withdrew 'her' fingers from Peg's vagina and stopped sucking long enough to say, "The 'G' spot ... She has two now -- one on the outside..." grinning. "That's ... educational..." Maureen murmured. She was pink in the face. "We came to ask about Dr. Mortensen," I said, changing the subject. Hermaphrodites were all very fine, but we probably wouldn't see many... Dave cocked his head. "What about her?" "She seemed to be the opposite of those two," Maureen ventured. "Sexless." "Um, yes. I'd never thought of it quite that way..." Dave mused. "She had no children, no significant other -- and no concubines. We were wondering if you thought we were going to get anywhere trying to get her to take on a man..." I ventured. Dave rubbed his jaw. "You know, you usually breathe a sigh of relief when a female colleague doesn't seem to have man problems. That may change, now, but it wasn't something I thought odd at the time. June just doesn't seem to have a sexual bone in her body. She's always projected this motherly image -- but it's like 'Mom? Sleep with Mom? Eww! Nobody does THAT!' Kind of an 'I don't do that anymore' thing -- except I don't think she ever did." "What do you think are the chances?" I asked. "Do you think she's gay?" "I think she's a void," Dave declared. "I do, too." Peg was up and moving. "I just don't think she knows how -- either way." "Can she learn?" I asked. "Maybe -- but she won't want to. You need to have your ducks in a row. You won't sell the idea with sex," Peg declared positively. "Good to know. Thanks!" I led Maureen and Tony out of there. "What did you think of that?" I asked, once in the hallway. "Part of me said, 'EWWWW!' -- but part of me was envious," Maureen replied. "Well, it might be an option for someone -- but there won't be great demand. Still, we should bring the whole thing up so the Decurion and Gonzalo are aware of it," I opined. "In the meantime, we need to prepare a proper presentation for Dr. Mortensen." We probed the AI and got some more interesting news ... June Mortensen's scores represented her genius, primarily; the only reason she wasn't an eight point something was the fact that she had low self-esteem and had buried her sexuality deep in order to keep from being hurt. Apparently, she'd had a very rough time in school, largely because she'd been several years ahead of her contemporaries. Add the fact that she'd been a little pudgy as a child and you had a recipe for disaster on the socialization front. June had sublimated all this into her drive to be at the top of her field -- and she had succeeded -- but she had no social skills. The AI reported her virginity as intact. In other words, she was going to be tough... ------- "Yes?" Dr. Mortensen opened her door. "Oh, my! Did I do something wrong?" Wondering what made Maureen, Tony and I so imposing as to get that reaction twice in one day, I said, "No ... I guess if I had to describe what we're here for, it would be something you HAVEN'T done. May we come in?" "Oh, yes, certainly..." Dr. Mortensen was clearly flustered. She was also thirty-eight trying to look fifty-five, with her gray-streaked bun and her reading glasses. Instead of a sponsor's coverall, she was wearing a dumpy housedress. Seating everyone (except Tony, who knelt beside Maureen's chair, but not at Attention; his hand was on the chair arm, and Maureen's was atop his), she settled into a chair and asked, "So what brings you here?" Maureen and I shared a glance and Maureen took a run at it, "We were wondering why you haven't selected any concubines. You're owed two, you know, at least..." "Oh, my! Concubines! I have no time for concubines! Why, I wouldn't know what to do with one! I'm very busy! My work wouldn't allow me any time for concubines! Do you realize that compared to an average Confederacy citizen, I'm a trained monkey who hands tools to an auto mechanic, instead of a leading mind in physics! I have so much to learn, to understand -- and they aren't making it easy! No, I have no time for..." "A concubine would be able to help you with some of the annoyances of everyday living," I pointed out. "A concubine could run errands for you and such. Besides, there is that other requirement..." "What other requirement?" Dr. Mortensen queried. "The requirement that you reproduce -- have children," I replied. "WHAT? Omigod! I can't have CHILDREN! Where on Earth would I find time for CHILDREN? Impossible! Just impossible!" If we thought she was agitated before, it became apparent that the earlier outburst had been a minor blow... "Oh, God! I'm getting a headache!" ------- Chapter 55 Vera: "Now, now, Dr. Mortensen!" I chided, "Just relax! There are ways and means..." "Oh, oh, oh ... Call me June, please ... I ... I just can't! Oh, my head..." June Mortensen wailed. "Tony!" Maureen waved Tony forward, "Rub her neck some -- she's getting all tense!" "Oh, I don't know -- you shouldn't ... Can't we carry on this conversation later?" June begged. "Dr. Mortensen, Sub-Decurion Hopkins is correct. This is a requirement of your sponsorship, and it will be rigorously enforced due to your intelligence. Delay is not to be tolerated..." the AI erupted suddenly into the air of the room. "Oooh! Don't! Oh! Well..." June tilted her head forward to let Tony get to her neck and shoulders. "He's really quite skilled," Maureen murmured. "I ... see..." June murmured in reply. "You see, there ARE benefits to the whole concubine thing," I noted. "We would like to see you take on a nice young couple." "A couple? I don't know. I mean, a woman, perhaps..." June mused. "A woman would be a big help to you, but she can't handle the primary issue," I pointed out. "The Confederacy requires that you have children the old-fashioned way." "Excuse me?" June gasped. "That's right," I nodded. "Sex. With a man." "I ... I really can't..." June rocked her head back and forth under Tony's ministrations. "Men don't ... find me attractive." I laughed. "We'll come back to that. Would you like to stretch out, Dear, and let Tony REALLY get to work on that neck and back of yours?" "I ... I shouldn't. I'm the hostess here..." "You're also under a lot of stress," Maureen pointed out. "Tony has magic hands. AI, please convert that table to a massage table..." "Acknowledged." The AI did its usual magic and a nearby table morphed. "Come, stand up. AI, can you replicate a short robe for June?" Maureen asked. "Let me take you to the bathroom to change." "No, no -- I don't think this is wise..." June objected weakly. "Doctor, the Sub-Decurion has your welfare in mind. Please cooperate," the AI directed. "The robe is in the replicator, as well as towels. Will massage oil be required?" "Excellent idea!" I interjected. "Please!" It took both of us to get June out of that dress and into the robe -- and she insisted upon underclothing. Tony gave a little wave to indicate that he would handle those. Then she balked at getting out of the robe and onto the table, "I can't just undress in front of him!" "He's a professional, June!" Maureen insisted. "You're still in your undies! They cover more than a lot of bathing suits!" "Well ... Turn your back..." June got out of the robe and climbed onto the table -- and insisted upon being hidden under two towels. Tony rolled his eyes, but he leaned over to Maureen and whispered something, and she smiled. As he went to work, standing beside the table, she came over to me. "What did he say?" I asked. "He said he's a professional persuader," she whispered back, giggling. "So, June, to get back to our conversation..." I resumed. "Don't do that!" June's head came up. "I can't work around a bra!" Tony argued. "It's all under the towel. There are two other women here. Relax! That's what I'm TRYING to do for you..." "Now it just flops!" June whined. "Take it off, then. You're still under the towel and will have the robe..." He began rubbing under the towel. "Come on, now..." June managed to get the thing off and get flat. I actually had the AI do a kind of low beanbag chair so I could get below table level and be able to see her face through the hole in the extension that supported her head. "Where were we?" "Concubines," June replied, then looked surprised. "Yes, and children. June, wouldn't it be nice to get one of these regularly?" I asked. "He doesn't belong to me," June muttered. "You can have your own. He can help you move furniture or whatever and make your life pleasant, and every once in a while, try to make a baby." "Isn't pregnancy..." "Uncomfortable?" I finished for her. "Sometimes. Nobody said your job would be easy. It IS your job, you know!" "I really didn't sign on for that..." "You deluded yourself if you believed otherwise, Doctor," the AI interjected. I wondered if it was playing 'bad cop' on purpose. "Well ... Relaxation was leaching some of the fight out of her. "You won't get a man to do that with me. Men don't see me that way," June declared. "That's HIS job -- and he'll do it!" I insisted. "I never knew a man who wouldn't, when push comes to shove." "It will never happen ... What are you doing?" Tony had a hand in the middle of her back to keep her from getting up. "Climbing onto the table. I'm unbalanced. Don't TELL me you can't tell the difference! I need to be centered." He knelt over her and began working her shoulders, "See?" "Well..." "Let the man work," I insisted. June subsided. "Children..." "Once they're born, you give them to the male and the female to take care of. Every once in a while you smile at one or something. Nothing to it," I argued. "A couple." "Yes," Maureen took over. "They already are used to one another. They're a team. They won't need to be in your way all the time -- they're used to depending upon each other." "I can't oil her properly," Tony grumbled. "I'll lift the towel," Maureen offered. "What?" June yelped. "For God's sake, June! It's your back! Nothing is showing!" Maureen lit into her. "If you were paying a hundred dollars for this, you wouldn't be complaining!" "I wouldn't ... Never mind. Go ahead." Maureen lifted away the upper towel and Tony began oiling June, running his hands in long strokes from her waist to her shoulders, pressing and smoothing. I was envious. June's eyelids drooped. "I just don't know..." "It's not as if you have a choice, June," I said quietly. "We're just bringing you around, you know?" "I ... When do I have to do all this?" June whined. "The sooner the better, if you want a quality couple," Maureen pointed out. "What am I looking for?" "Someone who will appreciate you and be appreciative of your sponsorship, I would think. AI, can you set up some kind of screen so we can both see?" "Affirmative." The AI produced a kind of triangular setup with two screens back to back on a flat base. Holding it on my lap, I could use one screen while June used the other. "Can you show us what you think June's top ten choices might be?" I asked. "Affirmative." "This looks like a nice couple," I offered as the screens lit. "One kid, a third grader..." "Kids?" June blurted. "They count as yours, you know..." We went on like that for a few minutes, then Tony mumbled something at Maureen. "Hey!" June made to rise up. "My panties!" "They're getting oily," Tony complained, "And I can't do your glutes properly. It's all under the towel." "Not right now it isn't!" June argued. "I'm holding the towel up so he can get them off," Maureen said. "If you'd just stop worrying and let him do his job ... Mom and I would BOTH just go naked and forget about it!" "Well..." "I thought men don't think about you that way?" I carped. "Come on, we're working here..." Tony climbed off the table and went to work on the sole of June's left foot. June groaned. "Oh, all right..." "I'll get them," Maureen offered. Tony continued to work on the foot. I subvocalized to the AI, 'Put video of June's face up on a wall or something so Tony and Maureen can see how they're doing.' Maureen looked up and grinned. June must have tired feet; her eyes unfocused every time Tony dug into the sole of hers. I had the AI project Tony's progress for me out of June's sight for my own entertainment while we limped through discussing five couples. Tony would get above June's knees and she would just stop talking and her eyes would take on this glazed look while he worked a thigh. When he finished the first pass, he started oiling, coming up from her feet. When he got above the knees, he crawled on top of the table again and would kneel over a leg -- and settle to the point that his crotch sat on her leg. June just seized up, her eyes glazed. When Tony got to the top of June's right thigh, he kept going, sliding his inside hand along her slit, up along the perineum, and past her asshole before he shifted grips and started massaging her right ass cheek. June's nostrils flared and she caught her breath, but there were no complaints; she was incapable of speech, though -- I tried to get her to acknowledge the images of the couple that were playing on the screens and she just wasn't there... He did the same thing with her other leg. The little sneak was good; he had her legs spread fairly wide at the end of it; the AI must have been helping, since a standard massage table isn't that wide. When he zipped over her pussy, June gasped again and her eyes bugged, but she didn't utter a peep. When he was done with her ass, he crawled between her legs and started on her lower back -- and laid his erection along the crack of her ass! "Wh--what's THAT?" June gasped. I leaned up to look, pretending I didn't know. "Tony's dick, it looks like. I guess maybe men DO think of you that way!" "But they DON'T!" June protested. "Look at me!" June is a big girl, heavy, but not any three hundred pounds -- maybe two twenty. Hell, I have her beat! "Look at ME, Hon! I'm bigger than you are and you have nicer jugs! I get laid! I got laid three times last night! Your problem is that you're not advertising." "Th--three times?" June gasped. I nodded. "Sucked down a couple of nice juicy loads of cum, too! Maureen, how many times did Tony do you last night?" "Twice." Maureen blushed. I watched Tony slide his erection along June's oily ass crack. "Want a happy ending to that massage, Hon? Say the word and Tony will slide that pecker of his right in..." "No! I ... I don't think..." June sputtered. Tony just cocked his head; I knew what he was thinking. She was scared, but she could be convinced... I decided to take a different tack. "Then why don't you roll over and let Tony finish oiling the good parts?" The silly idiot rolled over! Tony popped up to let her, then settled above her belly with his cock between her tits -- and she went cross-eyed looking at it. The AI, in on the game, tilted her headrest up; it was all I could do to keep from laughing as Tony started oiling her jugs! You could tell she'd probably been hiding in her quarters, because a cock, erect, close-up, was big news, obviously! She had jugs in the large orange to small grapefruit range that had never held milk; Tony was all about showing her that nipples were an erogenous zone while he oiled the living daylights out of them. Her hands came up and waved a bit -- and settled on his ass. "How does that feel?" Tony asked. "Oh, ummm, very nice ... Yes, very nice..." June burbled. Her harsh breathing said that she was understating things. "Okay, I'm going to use one hand to work on your pudenda now; you just relax..." Tony said like it was the most ordinary thing in the world -- then he reached behind him and started rubbing June's pubic mound! June's gasp sucked half of the air out of the room, I think! Then she went, "Ooooooooooooooohhhhhhh!!!" and her knees came up -- which pushed Tony forward a bit. Tony leaned forward and pressed on the top of his cock shaft with his thumb to keep it between June's jugs -- which put it right at her lips! "Yeah, you can do that," Tony said conversationally, as if the whole thing was her idea. "Just open up..." June was squeezing Tony's ass cheeks -- probably because they were handy -- and Tony took advantage of it. When June let out another long moan, it sounded like "Oooooooohmmmmm..." -- because Tony slid the tip of his dick between her lips in the middle of it! Tony didn't ram it in -- he just closed the hole, leaving her sucking the very tip. And she WAS sucking -- make no mistake! I could hear the slurping sounds! She'd forgotten all about Maureen and I; Maureen, sensing it, had gotten out of sight at some point. Now, it was just Tony, the professional persuader... "Take what you want -- you've got my ass -- just give a little tug..." Tony muttered. "I've got your pussy..." He did, too -- he was rubbing her mound with all four fingers! I watched, my twat steaming, while June slowly pulled Tony's glans all the way into her mouth. "That's it. Wash the underside with your tongue. Taste good? It feels good. You want my cum, I bet, don't you? Let me move it a little, back and forth -- you can control it with your hands ... Just roll your lips over the flange and lick the underside ... That's it..." I made like a total voyeur, having the AI display June's face on the screen in my lap while I shoved two fingers in my twat and jilled myself. June's eyes were glazed, and she panted through her nose like 'the Little Engine that Could' with her cheeks indented from sucking. Her hands moved on his ass, pulling him in, then releasing him so he could move back out. Tony had one hand rubbing a nipple and the other making loud, liquid noises in June's snatch. He was hot, too -- you could see it in his face... "Want more? That's okay, men like to go deep -- but you have to come back all the way over the flange because that's where it's sensitive ... Yeah, like that ... Oh, yeah, that's good..." Tony directed while June lipped more and more of his shaft. 'Where are you?' I subvocalized to Maureen. 'At the foot of the table, ' Maureen radioed back. 'She's gonna blow any second -- you should SEE how puffy her pussy is!' The AI took my mental nudge and flashed up Maureen's view; Tony's hand was soaking wet and June's pussy looked twice the normal size and pink... Then the AI shifted back and I realized why; June's eyes got HUGE and she went, "MMMMMMMMWWWAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!" -- and started shaking like a leaf -- ESPECIALLY below the waist! June's hips started dancing and Maureen yelped, "Jeezus! She's squirting!" -- and stood up with a wet patch on her uniform! I snorted a chuckle, but kept the noise down, even though one look at June's face told you she was in La La Land... Tony, consummate professional that he was, crooned, "Yeah, Baby! That's it -- enjoy yourself! Wasn't that good? Want another? I can take you for the big ride if you like -- just let me slide back..." But she didn't; June clutched Tony's ass and started feeding herself dick again, so Tony switched hands and went for Round Two, rubbing June's clit and pussy lips. June had a second cataclysm and was on her way to a third when Tony started hitting heavy weather. "I'm gonna shoot soon," he gasped. By then, she was taking two-thirds of his shaft in; I figured she was stopping just before she got uncomfortable. "You're doing great, Babe -- I'm gonna cum in your mouth..." he gasped, the stress there in his voice while he fought to remain calm. "Just a little more ... Ah, shit ... Yeah ... That's it ... UUUUUHHHHHH!!!" You could see the bottom of his cock shaft pulse as he unloaded in June's mouth. June went, "Mmmph ... Mmmph ... Mmmph..." and just kept sucking, her lips just over the flange; you'd have thought she'd been sucking dicks for decades! I watched her swallow, twice. Tony hung out for a few seconds, enjoying the aftermath, then backed off and muttered, "Okay, I'll finish this one..." June flopped back and gasped, "No! I can't take any more! Oh, God! That was..." Tony chuckled. "It sure was! Look, I'm a man -- and I'm here to tell you that you have a LOT to offer! Any number of guys would want to be with you if they knew what I know!" "Nobody ever has," June demurred. "That's because you hide -- really well," I announced myself. "Omigod!" June jumped a foot! "You're still here! You must think..." "I think you were really tense and needed release," I replied, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder. "Feel better now?" "Yes." June's eyes sought -- and found -- Maureen. "I'm so embarrassed." "You needn't be -- after all, we helped set this up," I pointed out. "It was hot, too! I'm going to have to go home and change my panties!" "Me, too!" Maureen admitted, embarrassed. "Why didn't you go for the main event?" I asked June. "I was feeling good -- I didn't want to hurt," June admitted. "It only hurts once..." I chuckled. "Yes, well..." June looked away. "This was more than I've ever had..." "You'll want more. It's around." I patted her on the shoulder. "We're going to go and let you rest. You look at those couples -- I want to bring one or two around for you to meet tomorrow." "I ... All right," June capitulated. ------- Out in the corridor, the AI announced, "The exercise exceeded parameters by a wide margin. Congratulations, Sub-Decurions!" "Well, she hasn't done anything yet," I groused. "Besides, we were winging it." "It was well executed. The concubine Tony is to be commended for his excellent control of the situation," the AI replied. "Don't promote him out of my reach!" Maureen yelped, grabbing Tony's wrist. "I wouldn't go anywhere," Tony replied, stepping around in front of her, wrapping his free arm around her, and leaning in for a kiss. I watched them go at it, hungrily, like the kids they were. Maureen leaned up after and whispered in his ear -- not quietly enough -- "Take me home and fuck me!" I chuckled and watched them go, then I headed for my own quarters. Cletus was there; Big Mike was apparently out doing Brinkman things. "Thank God!" I bellowed, "I just watched a thirty-eight year old virgin blow Tony while he masturbated her to two orgasms! Help me get out of these clothes and gimme that thing!" He did, too -- doggie -- just what the doctor ordered! I came twice -- and came away full of white goo. Don't expect me to apologize... June Mortensen: I lay on the table that the AI had modified for my massage, relaxing, limp. It was an amazing feeling; I don't think I've been relaxed AND conscious since, well, just before I graduated from college, I think. I was seventeen, and my body was just trying to catch up with my mind; I got my first period just before I received my Bachelor of Science in Physic from MIT... Yes, I did it probably five years ahead of schedule, if you look at it that way. That didn't mean it was fun. I was 'that punk kid' from third grade on, and it got worse and worse! I graduated high school at fourteen -- but I looked like I was maybe eleven, because puberty was slow in coming, and that made things even worse! The hot girls and I had nothing in common; I was built like a stick and looked like a sixth grader. Boys just couldn't be bothered. I didn't go to dances or proms -- I had trouble getting into events because it took ten minutes to prove that I was old enough or otherwise eligible. I didn't have friends -- who was there who could hold a conversation with me? My parents weren't a lot of help; I was a fluke -- they were Mr. and Mrs. Joe Average. I went to college on academic scholarships, for which they were duly grateful -- but I think they were MORE grateful that I was out of the house. Dad couldn't help me with my Math homework; he'd never taken calculus ... Mom wanted to know why I needed to talk to someone at CERN about my eighth grade science project -- 'Can't your teacher help you, Dear?' 'No, Momma, he really doesn't know a lot about quarks... ' If I got attention, it was from someone bigger and stronger who wanted to beat me into submission after having been embarrassed intellectually by something I said or did. That happened more than once; I'm probably fortunate that I bloomed late, because I guess if I'd looked at all appetizing, I might have been raped... So I suffered through puberty while writing my doctoral thesis, going from a skinny stick figure to my mother, physically, in less than a year. I probably should have avoided the refrigerator, but I really had little else to do when I wasn't studying or conducting research. One day, I realized that this was my opportunity to catch up; finally, I was adult-sized. All I had to do was de-emphasize a few things and I would look older than I was -- and maybe gain some acceptance. I studied what NOT to wear for clues as to my own wardrobe, taking the salespeople's criticisms at stores and making them tactics. I could have used that TV show ... I ballooned way up -- deliberately; it made me impressive in more ways than just intellectually. I would go to work and wrap a too-tight lab coat over my bulges and speak with authority... I was tense almost ALL the time; I couldn't go to sleep at night and would work into the wee hours of the morning. My academic career flourished, but my body couldn't take it. Exercise seemed to help, so eventually, I began to bicycle and work out (alone, with videos) and get back into shape. But there were limits; if I felt TOO healthy, I tended to stay up all night, unable to sleep ... I settled on being forty pounds overweight or so -- it made me look matronly and was enough of a drag on my metabolism that I could sleep, occasionally. Having perfected the old maid look, I kept at it, realizing that it was my destiny, anyway, and continued to find solace in the passion of my work. No one wanted me -- well, everyone wanted the product of my brain, but the rest of me was unfortunate baggage. It didn't matter; I didn't know any better. I had other things to point to with pride; how many times a month do YOU talk to Stephen Hawking? Meetings of the mind with the bright lights of my field were as close as I came to companionship -- but I wasn't prepared for that, anyway. I'd been hiding in my quarters since pickup; nude people caused me such disquiet. The uniforms they issued me weren't sexy at all, but I wasn't comfortable in them -- they made me look too much like everyone else and alterations to maintain my apparent age were not allowed -- so I stayed out of sight, speaking to people like Dr. Chambers by video whenever possible. Then the Sub-Decurions arrived, with that young man in tow... Thank God he was comfortable with his nudity and not sporting an erection when he walked in; fortunately, when the women started discussing their reason for being there, I had PLENTY to distract me! Concubines? Children? Were they MAD? If there was anyone in the universe less qualified to take on responsibility for someone else, I don't know who it could be -- and they were talking about parenthood! And the AI supported them! It was too much -- I thought I was going to freeze rigid and my head was going to explode! I was virtually semi-conscious from tension and stress when someone suggested a massage. I let the man touch me out of sheer distraction; I wouldn't have if I'd been capable of processing another input, but headaches virtually incapacitate me. But it felt WONDERFUL! Strong hands kneaded my locked up shoulders and neck and the pounding attenuated and I began to be able to think. Then they started talking about silly things, like sponsoring a couple and having sex! I'd been capable of sex for twenty years or so -- but I was a brain with a life-support system, not a woman. No man had ever shown the slightest interest in me that I was aware of -- and I had no idea what I would have done if one had! But these women were babbling on about it as if it was the simplest thing in the world... Then we took an intermission while they prepared me for a full-body massage -- more or less over my protests. If the AI hadn't come down on their side, I'd have probably gotten quite shrill; instead, I let myself be led to the slaughter... That's unfair. Given the way I felt after, it was the nicest thing anyone had ever done for me -- but it ripped away layer after layer of my protective shield until there was nothing left. They kept chipping away at things... 'You don't need the robe.' 'You're wearing undies and there is a towel.' 'The bra is in the way -- take it off. It's under a towel.' 'I can't spread the oil properly under the towel.' 'Relax, nothing is showing.' 'Your panties are getting oily and I can't do your glutes.' 'Relax, he's a professional.' That last one was PROBABLY a bald-faced lie -- but I WAS enjoying his touch ... It was seduction, and I was totally unprepared. Somehow, every time they hit a wall, one or more of them managed to make me feel like an idiot for trying to hold the line. In the meantime, there was the pleasure and release and the distraction of the older Sub-Decurion showing me videos of couples... Then he started working on my thighs -- and I remembered that I was a woman. My genitals suddenly managed to rewire my entire nervous system such that they had priority! The Sub-Decurion prattled on about some poor couple, but I couldn't do anything but feel his hands as they slid closer and closer to my pudenda! When he actually touched me there, I froze, waiting; my mind shied away from any attempt at explaining why, but my body knew... The man was smooth; it seemed like every time I began to muster the will to stop him from doing something, he would back off or switch targets or something, disarming me. He attacked my pudenda twice, both times in passing, before apparently moving on -- but in reality, he laid the foundation for the final assault! When I felt it, I knew what it was -- but I had to ask, anyway. The Sub-Decurion was amused as she replied, "Tony's dick, it looks like. I guess maybe men DO think of you that way!" The conversation that followed was surprising, to say the least ... Both Sub-Decurions claimed that they were being sexed -- a LOT! Distracted by the man's penis sliding along the split of my fundament, I heard tales of multiple sexual encounters -- over the past twenty-four hours! Frankly, neither of those women looked incredibly appetizing -- how could they claim to have had sex two or three times since yesterday? What man would be interested? Then the Sub-Decurion asked if I wanted him to take my virginity, right then and there... "Want a happy ending to that massage, Hon? Say the word and Tony will slide that pecker of his right in..." Real fear took me then; when I went to the doctor for what was supposed to be the first check on my puberty at thirteen, he informed my parents of my slow development and warned me, "You still have a thick hymen, and may for quite some time into the future. Your first sex will probably be very painful." When the Sub-Decurion offered the alternative, "Then why don't you roll over and let Tony finish oiling the good parts?" I didn't even think about it -- I just rolled over... The next thing I knew, I was nose to tip with his penis and he was rubbing my nipples! I knew my nipples were a possible source of pleasure, as well as my clitoris -- you don't miss such things over nearly forty years -- but I had never pressed the issue, realizing that if I got on the road to self-induced pleasure, I might not be able to exit until I got to South Central Perverted. The threat of obsession was there, looking me in the face, given the fact that I had no other outlets. I could see myself hiding somewhere with videos and nasty toys, abusing myself day and night in search of something I couldn't have ... If I discovered that I was doing something that threatened to be too pleasant, caution called me back. This wasn't me, though -- it was a man! Quite a man, too, from the evidence of my eyes ... His penis was so close I went cross-eyed looking at it -- and I couldn't look away! It was my very first ... A part of me yelled 'DO SOMETHING!' -- but his hands felt WONDERFUL, so what I ended up doing was putting my hands on his, well, ass, I guess most people call it. THAT was interesting all by itself... Things seemed to get too fast to track at that point. When he announced conversationally that he was going to massage my pudenda, it really didn't penetrate until his fingers were rubbing my clitoris and nether lips; the surprise came with an accompanying shockwave of intense pleasure, leaving me with no interest in stopping him at all! I don't know exactly when or how I indicated that I wanted to suck his penis -- but I must have, because he didn't force me. When it touched my lips it was the most natural thing in the world to want more ... I don't know if I'm any good at it, but I enjoyed the touch, the taste, the smell, the feel of it as it slid past my lips and over my tongue. It was all part of the experience that his hands on my pubic mound and my left breast continued to make better and better until something exploded and poured massive amounts of pleasure over every nerve in my body! At that point, he offered again to take my virginity -- but I wasn't going to trade what I had for something unknown -- this was too good! So he did it again -- brought me to my peak, then over it ... When he announced that his orgasm was imminent, I wanted nothing more than to taste his semen; it might be the only time in my life that I would get a chance to do this, and I owed him for the most wonderful experience I'd ever had. It was worth it, too! That odd mix of flavors, the strange, clumpy texture -- I liked it! Even as I told him I couldn't stand any more, I was wondering where I was going to find another source of that taste... ------- Chapter 56 June: He was gone; he'd said nice things, but I wasn't at all sure I believed him. I'd forgotten all about the women until they scared and embarrassed me by reappearing and letting me know that they'd seen it all. Then they'd left me to ... relax... I felt wonderful! Amazing! But no one knew better than I that Pandora's Box had opened and I would have to deal with the consequences. They claimed that they got sex from men regularly -- what if they lied? "AI, where is Sub-Decurion Maureen Hopkins?" "What are they doing?" 'I should call her. The older one is probably a better liar... ' "They are?" The AI proved right then and there that no one had any privacy by displaying the couple on the ceiling. The man, Tony, was holding the woman's hips, driving his penis into her from behind while she knelt on her hands and knees. Both of them were clearly deep into the act. "Thank you -- that's enough..." I really couldn't watch THAT for very long... "Where is the other Sub-Decurion?" The AI paused, then It displayed the older Sub-Decurion being serviced similarly to the young one by a black man... "Thank you," I croaked, waving it off. Clearly, they weren't lying... "AI, these women -- what is their secret? They don't look particularly fetching..." The AI threw up three-dimensional rotating nude displays of all three of us. "They want it and I don't? It's that simple?" I asked. I knew that -- but I wouldn't have admitted it to myself, so the AI had to rub my nose in it. "What am I to do?" the AI declared. "When the situation becomes urgent enough?" The AI made it all sound simple -- and it was telling me that I'd already let go of the edge and was starting my slide down a slippery slope to a future I had difficulty imagining. Oddly, I didn't get tense about it... "AI, would you turn off the lights, please?" I didn't even bother to get up off the table... Graciela: I followed the Decurion to his quarters -- AFTER parading through several messes behind him while he sampled the mood of the colonists. I learned to go to my knees immediately any time he stopped somewhere. We had dinner -- or rather, he did. I did too -- but I didn't pick it out and I didn't get a fork; I got whatever he stuck in my mouth. Mama warned me about that... No sooner were we in his quarters than the Decurion turned to me and said, "What do you know about blowjobs? You HAVE given blowjobs, right?" Well, a few... "Yes, Decurion." "Tonight, I am your master," he replied. "If you get to call me Decurion again, it will probably mean that you did not meet my needs. Undress me." I rose and assisted as he got out of his uniform, tossing it on a nearby chair. He went to sit in another and beckoned me, "Come here and kneel up." I did so, waiting and watching. "Keep your hands down and your throat open and breathe through your nose. Tighten your lips as you withdraw, but keep them loose as I go in. Use your tongue. Swallow. Any questions?" "No, Master." That was the last intelligible thing I said for several minutes. It wasn't the last noise, though -- I choked -- a lot! -- before I adapted to his stroke. Raul never used me like that -- and Raul wasn't as gifted, anyway, in penis length. The Decurion put his hands in my hair, basically covering my ears, and he used my mouth, moving my head where he wanted it -- which was usually impaled on his cock so deeply that I choked. I clutched his calves and tried not to cry, as it wouldn't help my breathing; I knew better than to push him away. Somehow, I didn't vomit; he seemed to know when I was close and would back off. After a while, I adjusted to the pattern and his working at depth and things got easier, but they didn't get good. I got one word of warning: "Swallow!" But I knew it was coming and he didn't try to put it directly down my throat. His cojones bounced and his cock pulsed and he flooded my mouth with his seed -- and I felt a certain sense of accomplishment as I swallowed it. I'd done it and I hadn't vomited. Now that I knew what he liked, next time would be better... "Go clean up," he directed. My chin, neck, my chest between my tetas, -- even my belly was covered with drool. "Tell me when you're done so I can shower." I got up to walk out, but when I got to the door, he said, "Graciela..." I half turned. "Master?" "Come back." I did so. "Now walk to the door again." I did this three times before he said, "You have a beautiful walk. I love the way your hips sway..." He waved me off -- and my hips swayed MORE because I was smiling and I wanted him to enjoy it. Stupid, eh? After what he'd just done to me? But he said it and I knew he was telling the truth and it was complimentary -- and he didn't hand out compliments... As I wiped my chin, neck, and chest in the bathroom, I realized that Nana was right -- the Decurion WAS impressive. I understood what he'd just done -- it was just enough and not too much. He used me -- but he was clear about it and there wasn't any sadism or unnecessary brutality and his attitude wasn't nasty or anything -- he even complimented me afterward! No, he was putting me in my place; I wasn't in charge here. He probably could have TOLD me that twenty times, but it wouldn't have been as effective as what he did. Mama thought he was mean and rude -- but she missed the point. The Decurion is all about not getting caught up in things he can't control -- and relationships are one of those things. Either he is in charge, or he is out. I got it. I went back into the room where he was and knelt and said, "I'm done, Master." "Good. You can hold my towel." He beckoned and I followed him back to the bathroom and sat on the toilet while he showered. I was a little surprised that he didn't want me in there with him, but again, it was all up to him. When he shut off the water I stood and was ready to dry him off as he stepped out. He stood still and let me do it -- and by the time I was done he was erect again. THAT told ME something -- I was desired! Objective and isolated he might pretend to be, but his erection let me know that being there wasn't a waste of time... Maybe I should say a few things about me. Nana is from the old country, and Mama got a lot of what is in her head from there -- but I'm an American girl, even if I AM a hot mamacita! When I speak Spanish, it's to keep stupid gringos from knowing what is going on, not because I don't know English! Maybe I'm not real smart -- but I know when a man is looking, and the Decurion? He was looking. The other thing is, Mama is American, too, but she is a lot more into the Church than I am. I know that in the old country, the Church had a lot of influence -- but in America, almost everybody goes through the motions but kind of separates the crap from what makes sense. You would think that Nana would be hidebound, coming from the old country as she does, but she's seen too much, I guess... Anyway, you don't have to poke a hole in my head to let stuff in or out; we're doing the slave thing. I'm not going to make a fool of myself in front of Javier like Mama did. It's going to take a mental adjustment, but I love Javier -- I can do sex with him. Having seen what he has to offer, well, it won't be hard, you know? As for the Decurion, he's hard but fair -- and things ARE more like they were in the old country. Love is something you hope for down the line; for now, it's about sex and power. I'm a little worried about the culo thing -- I mean, my ass? But I trust the Decurion -- if he wants in there, he has a reason. I'll talk to Nana about it tomorrow and try to be good... I followed him to his bedroom; he didn't bother to put anything on. He climbed into bed and beckoned me to follow, gesturing for me to crawl up and lie down with my head on his shoulder. Then he surprised me with, "Tell me about your marriage." I took a moment to get my head together. "What do you want to know?" "Were you happy?" "Mostly," I replied. It was a fresh scab - I was a little bit afraid to pick it. "Raul wasn't educated; he had no skills. He was a migrant farm worker. He took as good a care of us as he could, but he was gone a lot. Javier and Mirasol were at the school on a scholarship -- and Raul managed to arrange it, somehow, through some man he met. When he was home, it was good; I'll miss him. I do, actually." "Are you sorry you're here?" the Decurion asked. "Raul wanted this for us," I replied. "When he discovers we are gone, it will be bittersweet for him. I believe that he and Mama are the reason that Javier is as he is -- I am just a vessel. Raul was wise and smart, but he never had a chance." The Decurion's attention went elsewhere for a moment; when it came back, he said, "I believe you are right. I will do what I can for him; you must both move forward, but if it is convenient and we can find him, we will try to evacuate him to some place." "That would be nice," I murmured. What else could I say? "Raul will be all right. We were apart often -- I could not follow him with the children. I know that he was not always physically faithful, although he was loyal and a good provider. It was a subject we never discussed; I saw no reason to deny him comfort while he sacrificed for us." "What about you?" he asked. "I was faithful. It was my act of loyalty to him," I replied. "We spoke about this, though; both of us are released by this. I, too, will move on and do what I must without any concerns over betrayal of Raul's trust." "He WAS wise," the Decurion murmured. "What of me? Am I objectionable?" I levered myself up on my elbow to look down at him, surprised. "It matters -- you DO have a choice. You need not be here; there are other men," he added. "Have I offended?" I asked, surprised. "No. I'm trying to be fair," he replied. "Nana and I have been ... pressing you and your mother -- both for my own and Javier's benefit. There ARE other options." "Nana is wise, Mama is a fool," I retorted, and poked him in the chest while adding, "and YOU are a catch! I'm pleased with where I am." "What about earlier?" "I'm not stupid," I replied. "You are the Boss. That was your presentation. I got it." He smiled and cupped one of my breasts, collecting the nipple between his fingers. "I want to have sex now." "Good!" I smiled back and reached for his cock, which was only half-hard. "Do you want me to suck you?" "Your hand will do," he replied, releasing my breast and sliding his hand down my flank. "Lie back." I did as he asked, wondering if he was going to just climb on. He didn't; he adjusted his position and had me open my legs and took possession of my cosita with one hand and one nipple with his lips. I was hot -- instantly -- like flipping a switch. My legs moved of their own accord, while my cosita chased his fingers; I groaned, pumping his already hard length in my hand. It was mere seconds before his hand made wet sloppy noises, splashing my juices around, while I stiffened and cried out in passion as a wave crashed over me. "Now!" I gasped, as I collapsed in the aftermath. "That's for ME to decide!" he reproved. "Yes, Master!" I acknowledged, berating myself for my foolishness. I knew better than that... "I got carried away." He slid two fingers along my love lips, trapping my button between them. "You're forgiven." His attentions had my button vibrating; I would peak again, soon! I said nothing, but there was no way to hide my urgency; I had to concentrate on continuing to merely jack him, rather than trying to pull him into me! He knew. Smiling, he moved himself over one of my legs to get between them, then murmured, "Put it in." I was happy to; I rubbed the rubbery bulbous head of his tool along my love lips and pulled it onto my opening, then lifted my hand away. He snapped his hips, and I howled like an animal; my womanhood was full, and I was happy about it! We rutted like wild animals from the moment he penetrated me; I couldn't get enough and he couldn't deliver enough and we beat each other senseless, trying! I lost count of the peaks; toward the end, for an unknown period before his member swelled and spat his seed into my depths again and again, I was continuously beyond control, my body on automatic, milking him, while my mind floated on a sea of pleasure. I caught myself scratching his back twice -- and he yelled "Ouch!" once and slapped me, so I must have done it at least one other time. When it was over, he collapsed atop me and fell asleep; I luxuriated in the feel of his hard, sweaty body covering me like a blanket and drifted off soon after... I woke up some time later alone in bed. The lights were dim, except for an area over on the other side of the room. The Decurion was standing there examining his back in an area of the wall the AI had apparently created a full-length mirror on. He looked like a zebra -- or a tiger. Seeing my reflection as I sat up in the bed he said, "Trim your nails -- short!" "Yes, Master." I considered myself lucky he didn't beat me or something! "Is there anything I can do?" He grinned. "Kiss it and make it better?" I smiled back; I couldn't help myself. "I will, if it will help." He came over to the bed and lay down on his stomach and I rained butterfly kisses all over his back for the next four or five minutes. I had no problem doing it -- it made me hot; he was smooth and tight and muscular without being bulked up. Kissing him caused me to drag my nipples along his skin... When I stopped, he rolled over. "Maybe you should kiss this..." He was erect for the third time that evening! I was wet, too, so... "Maybe I should kiss it with my other lips, Master," I offered. He pursed his lips. "That works. You're on top. And give me your hands..." I settled above him and grasped his shaft and rubbed it against my love lips, which popped open. I was still gooey inside from the first pass; our juices had made a trail down my inner thigh while I kissed his back. Once he was seated, I settled onto him, impaling myself, and interlaced my fingers with his. I tried to take it slowly, but the excitement built and built until I was riding him like a pogo stick! And when I could do no more, he started coming up from below, slamming himself against me! In less than a minute, I was rocking and weaving, out of control while orgasm washed over me; somehow, he managed to keep me upright while driving up from below until I recovered as much as I was going to -- then we were racing off again! We must have gone crazy for ten minutes before I just couldn't do any more, so he puffed, "Clasp your hands behind my neck!" and he took over totally, holding me by the hips and driving us together. He got slower and I thought he was tiring, but he was seeking a new rhythm -- and when he got it, the insanity was over but the pleasure wasn't. I put my face in his neck and surrendered to the pleasure, moaning an acknowledgement when he warned me not to bite. Down flat above him, my nipples rubbed his chest and he had this angle on my clitoris that left me stupefied; I couldn't move, but I didn't have to, because he clutched my ass with both hands and moved me where he wanted me, using my knees as a fulcrum. I couldn't even moan, let alone speak; I panted into his neck while the stars floated all around me... Then he stopped and ground me against him, grunting, and his hot seed filled me and I screamed in ecstasy as he crushed my clitoris between my pubic mound and his -- and everything went away... "Graciela..." It was a singsong whisper in my ear. "Master?" I struggled upright, still impaled. He was only half-hard, but still buried. "I'd love to sleep like this, but I have to pee..." he muttered. I dragged myself off him and fell to the side -- and a flood of his seed followed his cock as we separated to puddle on my inner thigh. He laughed, eyeing it, and promised, "I'll get you something." Then he was gone, and I lay on my side trying to keep my eyes open while listening to his urine splashing into the toilet. In a moment he was back with a washrag. "Stanch the flow with this and go sit on the toilet and let the rest drip out." I managed to get up on rubbery legs and stagger to the bathroom, the rag clutched to my crotch. I had to pee, too, but the major product was the half of a cup of Master's semen that dribbled out of me, going, 'Bloop! Bloop!' into the water. When I came off birth control, I would be pregnant in a week -- or maybe less ... There was no question in my mind whose I was -- or whose I was going to be, in any case; there was nowhere else I wanted to be. When the worst of the mess had dripped out, I went back to my Master's bed and back to my place atop him, to be his blanket for the night... Mark: I couldn't be objective with her. I got off to a good start with the face-fuck, but she handled it and didn't complain. When I sent her off to clean up the saliva that she'd gagged out during the fuck, that ass of hers rolling as she headed for the door captivated me to the point that I had to see it several times. God, what an ass! I didn't trust myself, so I didn't let her in the shower with me -- but I couldn't keep from erecting as she dried me off -- and the smile she got on her face said she knew she had my attention. I know I surprised her with my questions about her one-time spouse; the intent was to discover whether her separation from him was going to be an issue between us. She was level-headed about it -- and clearly he had been, too. A query of the AI led to the discovery that, skilled or not, Raul was sponsor material. As a courtesy to him, I asked the AI to ensure that he was properly notified of Graciela's and her family's status BEFORE he returned home from wherever he was picking fruits or vegetables -- and if possible, to get him to a pickup. It seemed to me to be the least I could do. As I lay there cuddling her against me, I knew that while I might have asked these questions of another woman, it wouldn't have been with her tucked against me. I was fucking up, by the numbers. I'd have never asked another woman what she thought of me; I'd have taken it from the context of her responses. When I asked Graciela about the blowjob, she just shrugged and said, "I'm not stupid. You are the Boss. That was your presentation. I got it." It seemed like we were fucking in no time after that -- except fucking doesn't describe it. We went at it hammer and tongs, like a pair of wild animals -- and Graciela acted like one! Just about every time she threw an orgasm, she scratched the Hell out of me! After about the third time, I slapped her -- and we were both so carried away I'm not sure she even noticed! By the time it was over, I was exhausted -- and Graciela had clearly been fucked wall-eyed; when I blew my load, I just collapsed on top of her... But a man's got to do what a man's got to do -- and after a man fucks, he's got to take a leak. She was sound asleep when I levered myself up an hour or so later to answer the call of nature, but she woke up while I was examining the several sets of parallel gashes she'd left in my back! I told her to cut her damned fingernails, but I didn't get excited about it; I'd been carried away, too. She was genuinely sorry, and asked what she could do -- and I got silly and told her she could kiss it and make it better -- so she proceeded to, lipping my back lightly all over. I loved it -- it tickled, and her nipples followed her lips here and there, poking me with their rubbery tips. I got hard and rolled over -- and almost immediately, she sheathed my hard on in her pussy and started riding me cowgirl. It was 'Mark and the Wild Thing' all over again, this time with me lunging up from below. Orgasms drained her and caused her to lose control, so eventually, I ended up doing it all from below while she gushed and gibbered and clutched my cock with her wet pussy until I could stand no more and hosed her cervix a second time. She fainted dead away, overloaded -- not a surprise, since it seemed to me that she'd been in one continuous orgasm for over a minute and a half ... That's why I shot off -- she got TIGHT and her pussy rippled and it was just irresistible! This time, I had to pee pretty quickly; I had to wake her up or flood her pussy, so I chose to wake her up. When she flopped on her side a big puddle of my goo dribbled out of her well-fucked cunt; I was impressed with myself! I THOUGHT I'd shot a serious load, but you know how it is -- it could have just been ego. I went off and pissed and got her a washrag, then crawled back into bed while she staggered off to the bathroom. Two hours later, I woke up because her hair was tickling my nose. She was draped atop me, snoring softly, her round titties pressed against my chest. I grabbed a big double handful of that fantastic ass and turned my head a bit to get my nose out of the way of her hair and drifted back off. In the morning, I would let Javier know that Mama was gonna be mine -- but I wouldn't begrudge him the discovery of just how hot pussy could get... Raul Salazar, Sunshine Farms, San Fernando Valley, Earth: I washed my hands at a faucet, listening to the sonic boom as one of those bigass cargo shuttles came in from orbit. Since the advent of replicator technology, more of our produce was going into orbit than was going to grocery stores or the tables of people on Earth -- but the Confederacy was supplying price supports, so I could work and continue to eat doing what I'd always done. I was filthy and sweaty and I hoped the showers in the bunkhouse were working -- and the women left the men some water. I took a swipe at drying my hands and forearms with my sweaty neck rag; they would air dry and the rag would be wet and help keep me cool, later -- no big thing. I was tired; it had been a long, dirty day. Tonight I would make the weekly call to Graciela and check on the kids -- and I would go out into the fields to do it, rather than rub Juanita's nose in the fact that she was just comfort pussy and I had a permanent woman at home. She knew, just like Graciela knew I was fucking something out here, but some things just aren't polite... "Raul Salazar?" The guy looked like a Confederacy goon, not a UPS man, but he said, "Package for you -- sign here." I took the tablet from him; the screen was doing crazy patterns and I poked my thumb on something... "Does this thing clear?" I asked. "Eh, don't worry about it -- we got your thumbprint. New technology," the guy grunted. "Come this way." He led me away from the others gathered around the faucet, toward the shuttle. I followed him around the bunkhouse -- until he climbed up on a fence rail and settled himself. "My package?" I asked. "There isn't one," he replied. "I don't do this -- but somebody with more balls than brains decided I do, so it's like this: I have two messages for you." "Okay..." 'What the fuck?' "Your wife Graciela, your mother-in-law Estrella, her mother Maria -- also known as Nana -- your son Javier and your daughter Mirasol left Earth orbit three days ago. They were all in good shape and they're headed for a nice little pre-established colony world. I'm hoping you'll take this as good news." I reeled a little from the shock. Gone! "What happened?" "Javier's school got picked up -- lock, stock and barrel. They took whole families. Too bad you weren't there..." "Yes. Too bad," I agreed, nodding. "I don't have to tell you that the womenfolk had to get tied up with somebody, so you're done, right?" he asked. "No, I understand." "Javier's holding the family together, I'm told, and he's sharing with some Civil Service guy. At some point, we'll get you a way to send them a letter or something. Cool?" The man eyed me. "Cool." This went way beyond the norm, I knew... "Awright. Second message. I don't do THIS shit, either -- and I don't know anyone who does. You can take it that your family is in REAL good hands, just from this shit." He reached in his pocket and handed me a piece of paper with an address in the nearby town on it. "You want to be there, tomorrow, no later than ten-thirty. If you have some local cooze that you like to stick your dick in regularly, take her with you -- but you don't TELL her shit, understand?" "What will I find when I get there?" I asked. "Let's put it this way -- if you are getting a coffee in that place tomorrow at ten-thirty, you won't be coming back here to work. Do I have to draw you a picture?" "I guess not..." If he was telling me what I THOUGHT he was telling me... "If you try to breach security, you're gonna discover that the tablet I handed you put little bugs in you that can make you real uncomfortable, so I advise against it. If you were to succeed, anyway, we'd find out and there would be nobody fucking there tomorrow, get me?" the man menaced. "This won't reunite you with your family; they've moved on. But it will give you a lot more of a fresh start than anything you ever expected, I bet." "I have no doubt," I muttered, dazed. "Good luck, man." The man clapped me on the shoulder and headed for the shuttle. I headed for the bunkhouse, wondering how in the Hell I was going to talk Juanita into taking tomorrow morning off... ------- Chapter 57 Estrella: Javier -- my grandson, and in all likelihood, soon to be my sponsor -- came through the door of his room. The Decurion was gone, but I knew better than to be stupid; besides, the erection that led young Javier into the room was tempting, once I got past the dictates of the morality I was brought up on. I felt some residual guilt, but I was being forced -- both by the situation and by the people around me -- so it wasn't my fault ... Yes, I was rationalizing. It was working, wasn't it? Perhaps I should explain a few things. That Javier is a relative and being with him is incest -- that has all been dealt with. I tried to object ... and failed. But there was another side to all this. I love the boy -- I always have! He's handsome -- beautiful, really -- and well-mannered and pleasant and young ... Haven't you ever looked at a young person in the full flower of their youth and beauty and found lust in your heart? Even though he was forbidden to me, as he grew into manhood I could not deny the fact that he held a powerful attraction. The FIRST thing that came to mind when I would look at him, working and sweating, shirtless, his muscles sliding under his youthful, smooth skin, was the fact that I was three times his age and thus had nothing to offer -- and NOT that sleeping with him would be incest! 'Grandma is a lecherous old woman' was not a thought process I really wanted to foster... Since my divorce from Hector, men haven't been impressive. Men my age are set in their ways -- bad ones, mostly. The places that you meet them are ALREADY a method of guaranteeing that you're looking at the subset of males who will be bad mates -- bars and clubs tend not to attract anyone stellar. Javier ... Javier was the male that I had the closest relationship with in the entire world -- and he'd already come through the door to my heart, long since! Would it be a surprise to discover that his face, his body floated before my mind's eye late at night while I tried to replace the attentions of a man with my fingers or a toy? There was another opponent there with everyone else when I blustered about incest -- and it was me! I was fighting myself, too! Last, but by no means least, was the craving. Since Hector, men have been few and far between. In recent years, I have more or less put the whole thing away -- something we women do -- or pretend to do -- that aggravates men, because they cannot. My experience with the Decurion the night before did not bring back fond memories -- but when my lips enveloped Javier's beautiful cock, the key turned in the lock and I was fully a woman again. By the time I swallowed his seed, I wanted more... I sat on the edge of the bed with my knees together and my hands in my lap. "I'm sorry I'm an old woman," I began. "You won't be," Javier replied. "You'll be eighteen again." "But for now I'm not," I replied, "so my tetas sag and my cosita looks worn and used -- and, yes, my culo does, too." Javier shrugged. "You are experienced, Gr -- Estrella. That is a good thing. I am not concerned." "Very well," I replied. "Do you wish to learn how to seduce a woman, or merely to pleasure one who is already tamed and cooperating?" Javier cocked his head. "Which do you think is better?" "For tonight? The latter, I think. Seduction is much easier when you don't have to deal with old wrinkled things. Shall we begin?" I cupped my breasts. "I don't have your mother's tetas, but then they come in a variety of shapes and sizes." "And they are all wondrous," Javier replied, moving forward to take one of mine and handle it, examining it with glowing eyes. "Talk like that will help you when it is time to learn about seduction," I purred. His fingers found my nipple, so I started there, croaking, "Nipples. They aren't the place to start during a seduction, but once a woman is aroused -- or even inclined to allow you to continue -- they are a powerful erogenous zone. On some women they stand up all the time, but on most, they only stiffen with arousal or a chill. Mine are old and gristly and baby-chewed -- and they like to be chewed and squeezed and pulled and twisted -- but a young girls may be tender..." He was experimenting, so I offered advice, as it could only add to my pleasure, "Go ahead and bear down some ... Yes, like that..." The resulting manipulations made me wet in the depths of my womanhood. "Every man seems to consider a woman's breasts to be his favorite toy; fortunately, we benefit from the attention..." I stopped to draw in a breath, feeling that weakness and lassitude that signals surrender. "Chew the other one a little, my love..." Javier sucked it in and applied his teeth, oh, so carefully... "More..." I croaked, as the fires began to build. "Yesss..." My hand found his erection and gripped the shaft gently as I slid my fingers up and down it; Javier groaned into my chest. "Not yet," he gasped. "Show me..." I released him and pressed on his shoulders so that he stepped back, and then scooted back just a tiny bit on the bed, pulled my feet up and spread them. I've always been limber; this was positively lewd! "Here it is," I husked, pulling open my outer lips and then the inner ones. "Under this fold here, this hood, is my clitoris. It is a bundle of nerves and the key to bringing a woman to her peak. Some women can orgasm from your efforts in her vagina alone, but most need to be stimulated here, too. Touching a woman here is certain to get her attention. Feel for it -- gently -- it is very sensitive. Some women cannot bear to have it touched directly, so you can attack it through the hood, but you should know what you're looking for -- that bump of flesh, there..." His finger found it, electrifying me; I gasped and stiffened and he snatched his hand away. "No, it's fine -- I TOLD you it is sensitive! It was pleasure you granted me, not pain..." I invited him back. He rubbed along the outside of the hood and I closed my eyes and drew a breath as the pleasure and arousal beckoned. "It erects, like a penis, only smaller -- and it varies in size from woman to woman, so it can be hard to find in some -- but it is there, under the hood, between the inner lips..." I rocked a little bit, back and forth, enjoying it perhaps more than I should have. Reaching down, I made a 'V' with my fingers and pointed out my outer lips, "The outer lips are generally closed, leaving just a crack; when they get pink and puffy and swell and open, it is a sign of arousal, of preparation for your penis. The inner lips can be almost nonexistent, or they can be long and rubbery -- they are thin and mostly made up of skin. Mine are ... somewhere between..." Javier continued to stimulate my clitoris, which was a distraction. I paused and panted a bit, gasping, "You are too good at that!" -- and then gathered myself. "Use your finger -- find the opening ... It is low down..." Javier did so. "Go ahead -- penetrate me!" "This is it..." Javier wormed his finger inside me. "And this feels good?" "Oh, yes!" I tried not to pant. "Turn your palm up and go deep. Feel the upper surface. Feel that rough area? That is the 'G' spot. It is a center of sensation in my vagina. If you..." But he was already rubbing it! "Yesss..." My belly buzzed as if it were being exposed to a low-voltage electrical current. "So this is how it's done..." Javier mused. "Yes," I gasped. "The only other thing ... Just as a mouth feels wonderful on your penis, if you attack my clitoris with your lips and tongue and drive your tongue into my vagina, it is extremely pleasant and likely to cause an orgasm." "Yesss..." Javier went to one knee and pulled away the hand manipulating my clitoris and replaced it with his lips... "AAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!" I was transported! He stopped and I flopped back, unable to maintain my froglike position, but I reached for his head and pulled his face back into my womanhood shamelessly. "More!" For a short but incredible time I was without the will to stop; I rubbed my womanhood all over Javier's face as his tongue and lips brought me more and more intense pleasure. My secretions flowed freely, wetting his face and my entire crotch. His tongue and lips on my clitoris wound me tighter and tighter until I was rigid, immobile -- and then something went 'POP!' and I screamed in release! I humped and thrashed and made incoherent sounds and acted like a total slut -- but I needed it too badly to feel any shame over it. When I flopped back and released his head, Javier laughed and wiped my secretions from his face, "So, did I get it right?" I laughed deliriously. He stood and muttered, "I think I understand the next part..." Then he grabbed my hips and drew me back to the very edge of the bed, stood, and placed the tip of his probe at my portal. I offered nothing in the way of argument or struggle; instead, I smiled and pulled my legs up, granting him full access. It was time ... He pushed forward and I closed my eyes so I could concentrate on the feel of his stiff shaft as it pushed past my opening and into my depths. I discovered that I needed this SO much more than I'd ever realized! He filled me and it was Heaven -- then his hips began to cycle and it went beyond! Orgasm gripped me in mere moments -- and I pulled Javier along with me, reveling as he surged and groaned and pulsed his seed into my depths. He cycled slowly in my tunnel for a few moments, then his eyes lit, and he again took charge, asserting himself and setting a new rhythm; we weren't done... What followed was for me a series of incredible, eternal moments linked by very short periods of relative sanity. I must have peaked a dozen times before Javier again exploded into my depths and collapsed atop me. Listless, I did my best to lug him onto the bed; only his youth and energy granted me the assistance that made it work. When we settled, he covered my body again -- and I reveled in it ... I think the AI shut off the lights. Troy: "What about a couple?" Bitch asked me. Bitch's name was apparently Eleanor, but I didn't want to call her that. Slut seemed so general -- more a descriptive -- so I settled on 'Bitch' or 'my Bitch' for now. I'd brought her back to my quarters after dinner and knelt her up and fucked the living dog shit out of her -- and as before, she handled it really well ... Now we were stretched out side by side on the bed, relaxing. The kid was in another room, being entertained by a video or something. He didn't seem terribly excited by the whole thing, as far as I could tell ... I figure he had a long talk with his mother when she decided to become my slut -- yeah, okay, concubine! I said, "Huh? What the fuck for? I don't get it." "Okay..." Bitch mused, "Let's say that the woman is flexible. You're gonna be pushing her regularly, though, right -- even if it's a little bit? So she'll need help recovering. The man isn't directly involved, so he can be all upset and outraged and supportive and stuff -- not to mention the fact that he can take care of the kids. When she's dumped out, he can help her put herself back together. There's also the fact that you can work on him and get part of your jollies that way." I grimaced. "I'm not into fucking guys." "You don't have to be," Bitch replied. "Remember that video they put up the other day?" "Yeah," I grunted. "Dude got fucked." "Yes, but he ALSO did a lot of OTHER stuff!" Bitch pointed out. "Like actually sticking those guys' dicks in his old lady, for instance. That would work on a guy, I bet." "Yeah, I see that..." Bitch had a point. "Besides, it's not about fucking or getting head, anyway, is it, Master? It's about domination. I bet you can fuck a guy to prove you own him..." Bitch eyed me sidelong. I thought about it. "Bitch, you're too sneaky for your own good. Yeah, you're probably right..." Bitch smiled. "It's the mission you gave me. I want to succeed." I cocked my head, eyeing her. "So what do you figure your job is, anyway?" Bitch looked me dead in the eye, "It's my job to do anything you ask of me, to the absolute best of my ability. It's my job to meet every challenge you set for me. It's my job to be perfect." "That's quite a job," I retorted, grinning, "What if you don't measure up?" She didn't back down. "Then I expect you to punish me." "What if I decide not to be fair about it?" She STILL didn't back down! "Then you won't be. And if I fail, you'll still punish me -- probably because you wanted to in the first place." "And so you'll put up with whatever fiendish punishments I come up with?" I asked. She shrugged. "It's my job." I was amazed. "Have you done this before?" She looked pensive. "Well, yes and no. My father ruled my family and didn't take any crap. My husband treated me like a servant. The difference between the two of them was that Daddy paid attention. He was ... vigilant. My husband didn't care; I was part of the furniture unless something went wrong -- and then I was just worthless. When I was on my own at school, no one ever noticed me, until I met my husband -- but he was just looking for a servant, and would rather have had a robot, probably. You're like Daddy -- you pay attention and you crack the whip. Even if you're pissed -- even if I screw up and you punish me -- it's attention. Whether you fuck me or you slap me around, it's STILL attention. If you're watching me like a hawk and jumping on everything I do wrong, you're STILL watching me. I really didn't like being furniture. I want to work hard and earn your approval -- or be punished for not meeting your standards." "So if I kick your ass?" I queried. "I'll assume that I earned it," she replied, "or, at the very least, you needed to beat on somebody and I'm handy." "I can think of a hundred little sadistic things I've wanted to do to a woman one time or another," I threatened. "Here I am ... Her gaze was level. "What if I decide to ignore you?" "You'll be punishing me," she replied calmly. "It's not your way, but I've handed it to you as a tactic. I'll suffer through it. You'll know and I'll know it's deliberate, so..." I snorted. "So it's attention, even though it isn't." She smiled. "Something like that." Then her eyes popped. "Oh! I had an idea!" "What?" "If you get a couple, you can get one with a girl -- thirteen, maybe fourteen -- and you can use HER against BOTH of THEM..." I was amazed! "That's fucking BRILLIANT! I can turn the daughter into total fuck-meat -- right in front of her parent's eyes! And then I can start on the mother..." Damn! What a plan! "You know, Master, long-term..." Bitch mused. "Long-term, I will have created three perfect slaves," I replied. "Someone else will benefit, but is that so bad?" I grinned evilly -- and Bitch grinned back. I'm going to keep her -- she's too fucking perfect NOT to! Jack: Beth picked dinner Thursday evening to ask, "Jack, Sweetie, are we going to be taking on any couples?" Brilliant conversationalist that I am, I said, "Huh?" The AI practiced discretion for once, transmitting, I think it was only the fact that we were in a room with several hundred people and it couldn't limit my embarrassment to the immediate group effectively. "I am, and I'm pretty sure Ollie is," Vera announced. Oliver looked up, looked thoughtful, shrugged and nodded. "I almost have to," Maureen muttered. She didn't look particularly happy about it, though; Tony apparently had made a serious impression on her. Chief looked guilty. "I can't. Different rules." Chief looked guilty a lot these days -- but Judith kept inviting him to the 'family' dinner, and he kept coming -- and they kept going back to his place... "Yeah, well, I probably need to give it some thought," I muttered. "We're kind of setting the example," Frieda pointed out. "You had Abe poke them in the eye..." "Maybe we'll take a look at it tomorrow," I said, largely to get off the hook. Then I had an idea... "We might cut to the chase and take on a male with kids. I have a candidate in mind." That got surprise and approval from several sources... Judith whispered in Chief's ear and he muttered, "We'll be going..." He got up, looking embarrassed; Judith merely smiled and waved at everyone. I must have been bleeding bandwidth, somewhere, because the AI suddenly transmitted, We went back and forth for a bit and I made a mental note to talk to Chief in private. Farris Lieberman: "I can't understand why everyone insists upon treating me as a pariah!" I complained. I was seated at the table where most of the Brinkman group usually gathered for dinner. I generally came late, in order to catch the largest number of them present, even though it usually ended in my eating alone, as they all seemed to be very quick eaters. Many had already departed from this meal while I was collecting my food. "I've offered to take on several of those still unassigned, and everyone treats me as if I were diseased. I'm only the most brilliant member of the team..." There were a couple of grunts of agreement and some shaking of heads. "Perhaps you're seen as being too busy," someone offered. There was a titter; I glanced around, looking for the culprit, but didn't find her. "Perhaps," I allowed. "Still, one would think that being able to work under my supervision could only improve someone's lot..." "If nothing else, such a person could apply for sainthood," someone muttered. "Excuse me?" I insisted, "I should think that the intellectual stimulation alone might improve the individual's CAP score..." "Um, yes, quite..." Several people got up, chattering about it. Perhaps I would garner something after all if I continued advertising... That left basically myself and Harriet Flanders at the table. Harriet hadn't been anyone's cup of tea at the start, despite being sometimes overly friendly with the male staff -- not in the form of sexual liaisons, since she wasn't that appetizing, but more in the form of aggressive mothering. I, personally, hadn't gotten attention in this form from her, but I'd heard complaints from others. Rumor had it that she tended to invade one's personal space without invitation. She had this habit -- one I HAD observed -- of calling everyone 'Honey' and patting them here and there. At a recent staff meeting, Dr. Chambers had requested more than the minimum reconstruction on Harriet, and the results were gratifying; the big, arthritic knees she tended to display under skirts a tad too short looked better and clearly worked better, as she no longer had the rocking gait of an octogenarian. There had been various other adjustments, too; Marilyn Monroe she wasn't, but one could sit and look at her without serious illness. She could now hold her head up in the circa-thirty-five age group, actually somewhat more trim than many of the mothers wandering around. She was still Harriet, though, and retained her tendency toward bald speech... "That seemed effective," I declared. "Pretty soon, someone will see the benefit..." "Jesus Christ, Farris!" Harriet erupted. "Everyone ELSE knows you're an asshole -- how come YOU didn't get the memo?" "Wh-what?" I stammered. "You're a complete idiot -- do you know that? You don't need a concubine, you need a keeper! But no one is going to volunteer to put up with the two of you..." "Two?" I continued to be flabbergasted. "You and your ego!" "Madam!" "Oh, shut up!" Harriet snapped. "If you are such a brilliant scientist, where are your powers of observation? People run to get away from you! No one wants to listen to your bullshit!" "Why are YOU still here?" I demanded. "I have a bad reputation, too," Harriet muttered. "I tend to get into people's faces. I'm a case of arrested development; taking care of Mother caused me to lose out on a lot of things..." "So this is the pariah's table..." I sighed. "Once we arrive," Harriet agreed. We sat and stewed for a bit, then Harriet asked, "Aren't you gay?" "WHAT?" "Well, you're very prissy, you know? That's usually a marker..." "I don't know WHAT you're talking about!" I blustered. "Well, okay, how long has it been?" she asked. "How long has it been since what?" I retorted, fearing the worst. "Since you had sex with a woman." "That's private information!" I blustered. "VERY private!" "Oh, come now!" Harriet snorted. "I, well, I occasionally obtain the services of a professional..." I admitted. "Every few months." "You're doing better than me!" Harriet replied, "It's been YEARS!" "I should have thought..." I began. "Oh, come ON!" Harriet retorted. "You KNOW what I looked like!" "Well, you've been cleaned up considerably," I pointed out. "When I look around..." Harriet sighed. "My reputation precedes me -- like yours does you." "Yes, well..." I was suddenly uncomfortable. "Perhaps we can help one another." "Maybe." Harriet eyed me. "You need a keeper -- and I'm good at that. Problem is, you're a sponsor and I'm a concubine and the roles are wrong." "I need a keeper?" I asked, affronted. "Why on Earth do I... ?" "Do you REALLY think you're the premier member of the Brinkman team?" Harriet asked. "You know, no one else does..." "Well, who is, then?" "Doctor Hopkins would be MY choice," Harriet replied, "But Doctor Chambers might be the one." "So I run a poor third?" I rasped. "Not poor -- but because of the way you pretend to be in first, people figure you're worse off than you are." "If I don't advertise my accomplishments..." I blustered. "Someone else will, if they are real!" Harriet cut me off. "All right," I rasped. "So, I need a keeper. What do YOU need?" "I need a man!" she retorted, adding nastily, "Know any?" "I'll have you to know... !" "Prove it!" "Surely you jest!" Harriet looked away. "I wasn't quite done," she murmured. "They brought me back. I can have children again -- and I'm going NUTS! I see male concubines wandering around with their dicks hanging out ... I never had a social life on the first pass -- Mother kept me at home at night, taking care of her. The rules here -- I don't know how they work! Everybody seems to be collecting three or four mates, but nobody will even LOOK at me..." I realized that the woman was crying... "It's just sex..." I opined. "There's no 'just' about it!" she retorted. "Not when you want it! Not when you've done virtually without for thirty years!" She locked eyes with me. "Look, you said it yourself -- it's been a while for you, too. Why don't we go to your place and fuck. We don't have to make love -- in fact, I really don't want you to talk at all, because you'll probably say something stupid and kill things. We'll just go to your place and you can go hog wild and I can go hog wild and then I'll go back to my place -- and tomorrow we can both pretend that it didn't happen-- okay?" This CERTAINLY made my top ten list of odd propositions! "I..." "No, don't say anything. We'll just put up our trays and I'll meet you in the hallway. Just go home; I'll follow you. No one has to know. You let me in and sink your pole in me and..." She paused. "All right? Just nod." Then she waited, eyeing me nervously. Now, to tell the truth, I'd had myself mildly augmented in anticipation of collecting several concubines -- and the itch was upon me. Harriet, well, as I've indicated, the extra work done made her competitive. Could we do this? Could we keep things professional, afterward? "No protestations of undying affection?" I asked, breaking her rule of silence. "None. Just sex." Harriet seemed relieved despite my outburst; I realized that it was because she knew I was considering her proposal seriously. "Very well." I nodded. "Are you done eating?" she asked. "Yes." "You really should eat more vegetables..." "Harriet..." "Sorry. After you." We got up and recycled our trays and I led her forth. As promised, she stayed a few feet behind me -- which was patently unnecessary, as we met no one we knew on the way. I merely opened my door and waited on her. Once inside, she asked, "Bedroom?" I nodded and we entered mine. There she went to work on my clothing. I had no problem exhibiting the gallant reflex, as it turned out. Harriet eyed it in surprise and said, "Oh! That's nice! I had a rubber one..." her voice trailed off and she blushed. I nodded, smiling, maintaining my silence, thinking, 'The poor woman... !' Once I was undressed, she approached my erection. "I could try to give you a blowjob -- but I'm not practiced, by any means..." I pursed my lips. "We really need to employ some rudimentary communication." "All right, as long as we keep to the subject," she admonished. "I'm not practiced at cunnilingus, either -- it's not something you do with a professional -- but I could attempt..." I offered. "All right ... How?" "Soixante-neuf?" I offered. "Sixty-nine?" "That sounds good. Who's on top?" "You, I think." Despite alterations, she was still somewhat ... thick, perhaps -- or husky. She probably outweighed me. But I believed that we would do better that way, anyway. I placed myself supine on the bed and waved for her to position herself above me. She had pubic fur, but the growth wasn't aggressive. Her outer labia were pink and puffy already -- and spread to display the pink inner channel. Her inner lips were vestigial, and her clitoris wasn't visible ... I took a break in my examination at that point to deal with the sensory earthquake caused by her lips rolling over my glans. "Ahhhh, God!" She appeared to have the concepts down pat ... I placed my thumbs on her outer labia, opening them further, and went delving for her clitoris with my tongue. It was in there, deep; I found the bump and Harriet went "Ooooommmm!" around my erection, confirming the fact that I was on target. It hardened and thickened, swelling under my questing tongue and Harriet began shifting and grunting, clearly affected by my efforts. Meanwhile, I had no real complaints with her oral skills; without the distraction of my efforts at her vagina, I would have ejaculated in her mouth very early on! She got VERY serious about what she was doing and felt as though she was absorbing a considerable amount of my length; I attempted to balance my enjoyment with attention to my efforts at her portal. I succeeded. In a very short time, Harriet went rigid and released my member so she could screech "OMIGAAAAAWD!!!" I wrapped my arms around the small of her back so I could hang on and remain reasonably on target with my efforts while she jumped and jiggled. When she'd settled down a bit, she batted at my hands, gasping, "Stop! I need to recover a little!" I flopped back and she attacked my erection again -- and what she lacked in technique, she made up in earnest effort! Semen began to boil in my testicles and I gasped out a warning -- but she kept on sucking! Lacking the necessary motivation to throw her off, I took the coward's way out -- and ejaculated in her mouth, planning to apologize and blame an inability to muster the strength... Her reaction indicated that it was clearly not an issue. In the first place, she drank right down what felt to me like a copious flood; I pulsed into her mouth several times and could feel the back-pressure as the squirts left my penis. In the second place, she kept sucking, milking me until I could stand it no longer and ended up pushing on her buttocks in a gasping attempt at escape. She released me and flopped forward and rolled onto her back, but she reached out and began masturbating me -- which fortunately wasn't as intense as the feel of her lips and tongue. Nonetheless, I remained erect... "Fuck me!" The words were accompanied by a tug at my member. I was in no mood to argue; I sat up and got my legs under me and followed my penis between her legs. Harriet rubbed the tip between her labia and pressed it against her opening, and I took over, applying pressure. It was tight! Virginally tight! Amazingly, overwhelmingly tight! I sank slowly into her, parting her inner walls, feeling every ripple as they drifted along my shaft. It was ... exquisite! I knew Harriet thought so, too -- you could see it in her eyes. She moaned and clutched my buttocks, pulling me forward into her depths. When I hit bottom, I still had a bit of length to go, but that didn't matter; I reversed -- and the feel of her inner walls dragging against the juncture of my glans and shaft was maddening! I made some type of inarticulate noise, but it was masked by Harriet's "Oh, YESSSS!!!" Then I was locked at her opening and thrust into her again. Every stroke got easier and every stroke went deeper and every stroke got faster until I was pounding away, bashing my pubic bone against hers once a second! Harriet crossed her ankles behind my buttocks and made keening wails as we both attempted to make up for years of deprivation in one cataclysmic act! For having just ejaculated, I lasted an embarrassingly short time -- probably less than two minutes -- but Harriet managed two orgasms in that time and was working on a third when control deserted me and I flooded her vagina, howling like some wild beast! I hung above her, panting, dripping sweat, until the pulses stopped feeling good -- long after they stopped being productive -- then withdrew my softening erection from her and rolled onto my back beside her. We lay like that for maybe five minutes, not speaking -- just recovering -- before she sat up and said, "Thank you." "You're very welcome, Harriet. I enjoyed it immensely. In fact..." But at that point, she covered my lips. "Too much. Don't say another word." She got up, cupping her crotch, and went into my bath; I sat up, wondering what I should do next. But when she emerged a moment later, she waved and said, "Good night, Farris. I had a wonderful time." Then she was gone... ------- Chapter 58 Jack: Friday morning, I crawled out from between my big girls -- Beth and Keisha -- and prepared to go to work. It wasn't easy; the pair of them had tried to kill me overnight. I could fuck Beth for weeks, it seemed like -- and Keisha could suck the chrome off a trailer hitch -- and they kept trading off and absorbing every little wiggler I could muster. I must have been in the saddle for three hours! Clearly, I needed help; what was going to happen when I got home to Dottie and Tina with four new concubines in tow? I was holding my own now, but... I took Frieda to work with me -- and explained my plan. "Yeah, that ought to work," she agreed, nodding. "You look wasted -- want another coffee?" Good ol' Frieda ... In any case, Mack Taylor and his young son could wait until the afternoon... Mark had a pretty decent looking Hispanic woman in tow -- and was acting just a leetle bit weird. "This is Graciela Salazar," he related, seeming somewhat embarrassed. "I've taken an ... interest ... in the Salazar family." I had to wonder what THAT meant ... To my knowledge, no woman ever spent more than a single night in Mark's bed -- and most didn't last THAT long. Was something up? One thing was certain -- this Graciela woman seemed clam-happy to be where she was and was making an honest effort to be absolutely perfectly behaved... Mark: Javier had morning sponsorship training, so I decided to wait discussing Graciela with him until after lunch. Graciela spent the morning following me, being the perfect concubine -- and too pleased with herself to allow me any comfort. The situation was out of control -- and I didn't see me fixing it; I was in too deep. I worked on my objectivity, but there were big holes in it where that curvy brown woman was concerned... When we did put in an appearance at the Salazar's quarters, Javier hadn't returned yet -- but Estrella wasn't displaying the distress she had the previous evening. "Decurion..." she murmured, waving us inside. "Javier has not yet returned." "And how are you this afternoon?" I asked. "I am well. Graciela... ?" "I am VERY well..." Estrella's daughter replied. Clearly the pair had things to say to one another; I waved Graciela forward and settled into a chair. Nana and Marisol put in an appearance; Nana was noticeably more youthful. "Decurion! How went your evening?" Nana asked. I eyed her, trying to think of a way to keep the truth from her -- but she penetrated my glance. "Graciela will have a sponsor," she murmured, her eyes hooded. "Yes." There -- I'd admitted it. "She will meet her obligations where Javier is concerned, but..." "Estrella met hers last night -- and it was well done. There will be no more problems on that front," Nana informed me. "Will you be giving her another chance?" Pursing my lips, I nodded. "I must. I shortchanged her." Nana essayed a crooked smile. "And her culo?" I grimaced. "Not tonight. That would again be unfair." Nana nodded, then: "Decurion?" "Yes?" "Welcome to our family." I nodded gravely. "My name is Mark. Actually, it is Marcus -- Marcus Tillotson." "I think you should BE Marcus," Nana opined. "It really only sounds right when you say it," I replied. "Very well. Something to drink, perhaps?" "Please," I replied. "Iced tea -- as brewed, not that nasty stuff from a can -- gently sugared with a bit of lemon." "I have it," Marisol murmured, and headed for the kitchen. "You are the head of the family now, Marcus," Nana murmured. "You are the matriarch, and Javier is the head of the family," I argued. "You know better," Nana retorted. "You assumed the position when you decided to accept Graciela." "I wonder if Graciela didn't make that decision," I replied, rubbing my face. Nana barked a chuckle. "It matters not." "Nonetheless, Javier..." I began. "Enjoys the blessings and privileges of his manhood," Nana finished. "You set the rules -- I assume that they have not changed?" "They have not." "May I ask a favor?" "Certainly. What is it?" I asked, knowing the answer. "I ask that, periodically, a certain old crone be allowed to grace your bed..." "Are you a Salazar woman?" I asked. "I am." "Very well, then." "Oh, boy!" Marisol erupted, handing me a chilled glass. "You are not yet -- ah, never mind!" I rolled my eyes. "Four generations..." "You are truly blessed," Nana simpered, her eyes hooded. "Actually, how is it that you are all Salazars?" I asked. Nana chuckled. " Estrella took back her maiden name after divorcing Hector Suarez -- an American thing. Graciela -- well, there are Salazars and there are Salazars -- much as there are Joneses and Joneses. Her husband Raul was not even distantly related. It was an odd coincidence." Javier arrived at that point. "How was your evening?" I asked. "It was excellent!" The look on his face conveyed his satisfaction even more than words. "And yours?" "Graciela is impressive," I replied. "Too impressive to pass up. We should talk." Javier nodded, settling into a chair. "Then you will take her?" "That is the plan," I agreed. "I set up a non-standard family situation when this whole thing was first pressed upon me. At the time, the plan was to ensure that your mother and grandmother did what was necessary for you to hold the family together -- and, frankly, to ensure my ability to escape. Now ... now I have to ask you -- do you really want it this way?" Javier smiled, his eyes flicking to his sister and great-grandmother. "You no longer wish to escape, then?" "Well, I would be lying if I didn't say that I'm a bit nervous, but..." I drew a breath. "No." "So do you become a Salazar, or do I become a Tillotson?" Javier asked. "I'm not certain that either is required," I replied. "What might be simplest is that I take on both Graciela and Estrella, allowing you to use your own quotas for other picks. However, since we have set the rules, we will continue to share them." "You should then share any new selections I make also," Javier pointed out. "I may, but I needn't," I replied. "Let's see how that goes." Javier nodded. "Very well. And Nana and Marisol?" I pursed my lips. "I think ... we should share responsibility for them, too..." Javier smiled. "I think they might like that." I nodded and stood, taking a long drink of my tea. "That's how we'll handle it, then. I need to return to work; I'll call for Estrella later. Graciela is at your disposal." Javier nodded. "Based upon last night, you won't be disappointed." I chuckled. "And neither will you!" I took my leave, heading for my office. Raul Salazar: I sat in the shop, a bundle of nerves. The good news was that our late-morning snack -- a couple of very freshly-baked bagels and two coffees -- cost under six dollars. The bad news was Juanita, who just didn't understand... "We're going to lose the entire morning!" she complained, wringing her work-roughened hands. I took one in mine and muttered, "Relax." Even if what I had been told the evening before about this place was a lie, I had confirmed that Graciela and the children were gone. This relieved some pressure on me; I could afford the morning. One way or another, Juanita would discover this soon; I had already released myself from the restrictions in my heart that placed Graciela and the children first. Juanita wasn't the beauty that Graciela was -- she had worked hard all her life and her body displayed the effects of that rough usage -- but she was otherwise superior in many areas, including her work ethic. Graciela inherited her mother's pride -- and I would not be one to say that the demands of raising our children were light, but Juanita would have taken a job as a maid or a cleaning woman somewhere to relieve some of the burden on me so that we could be together more. There was nothing wrong with Juanita's sex drive, either; we generally made love out of doors in order not to disturb the others in either bunkhouse and invite a possible group scene. In pillow-talk, Juanita admitted that such things HAD happened in the past; many women would have considered it gang-rape, but Juanita said, "You don't do something like that, loudly, under a man's nose and expect him not to participate. I was generally reluctant and attempted to impose limits -- but I was not always successful." Juanita's attitude may have saved her life; gang-bangs are not unknown to those living under our conditions, and a woman who insists -- loudly -- that it is gang-rape may force the hands of the male participants with violent results. In general, no one goes looking for some woman doing migrant labor if she goes missing, especially if everyone says she left in the night under her own power... I limited my response to, "If I get this job, we'll both make up for it very quickly." I'd told her that I was going to a job interview, and that if I got hired, I would be leaving immediately; that's what got her there -- that and the offer to see to it that she was hired, too, if she came with me. But she was there on trust -- and if she trusted me, it didn't mean that she trusted anyone else involved. I didn't, either. I was born a poor Mexican kid in a border town; I saw plenty of injustice before I slipped across the border to the U.S. I'd seen plenty since, too; illegals got some protection, but were still illegals. I actually wasn't an illegal any more; Graciela wasn't and we had children and we'd done the complicated dance with the government that led to me finally attaining citizenship -- too late to make anything of myself, but in plenty of time to see to it that our children had opportunities. I was gratified that they had taken one, too, that would secure their future better than anything I could do... I saw them as they came through the door; you could tell, if you weren't a sheep and stayed alert. The pride, the upright posture, the bearing, the careful movement, the alertness -- they COULD have been police or some other type of soldier, but at over six and a half feet ... One of them was wearing a 'Grateful Dead' T-shirt and it molded itself to a body that looked like a giant 'G.I. Joe' doll. It wasn't just the muscles, either -- he looked almost bullet-proof. They went and stood in line to get food; Juanita caught my attention and said, "Dios Mio!" and made to flee. "Sit, Juanita, relax. Trust me," I whispered. "They aren't INS." Juanita's 'papers' couldn't stand up to an intense examination by law enforcement of any type, so she avoided contact with cops -- but I knew these weren't cops... The third guy wasn't as physically impressive -- but he WAS trouble. Clearly, he was following the other two; just as clearly, he was up to something. I watched him scan the room, taking in the men and women in business clothing who were taking advantage of the wireless internet to conduct business meetings. Then he got on his cell phone... "Wait here," I told Juanita. She turned positively ashen, but she sat still. I got up, carrying my coffee cup, and joined the men in line. I needed a gambit -- and could think of only the stupidest, most obvious ploy. It would have to do... "Do you know what time it is?" I asked Mr. Grateful Dead. He looked at his watch and took a moment; it wasn't set for local time. "Almost ten-thirty." "The guy in the corner on the cell phone followed you in. He's trouble." "Yeah. We know." He fished out his Blackberry and poked it a couple of times. "Salazar, right?" "Yes." "Keep your head down. There's an Earth First cell working in the county and they've pissed us off one time too many. The backup team is waiting for them to assemble." He flicked a glance at Juanita. "That your old lady?" "Yes." "Okay, we'll try to get your table behind the wall shield when it goes up." "Thanks." "No problem. She's freaking; you'd better go over and settle her down before she blows things." He eyed me significantly. "You can tell her, now." "Thanks." I headed back to the table. "Sit, Juanita. Relax. Let me get you another coffee. All is well," I assured her. "What is going on?" "I need for you to compose yourself. It is very important that you settle down," I insisted quietly. "Life and death important." "Dios Mio! I knew it! They're cops!" she whispered. "They're not -- and you don't matter to them. Now relax and I'll tell you all about it," I whispered back, patting her hand. "Keep your eyes on me and don't do anything silly." She took a breath. "Okay." "They're Confederacy soldiers," I told her. "There will be a pickup." Her eyes popped. "How do you know this?" I smiled. "Never mind -- it's my 'job interview'. But there is something else going on..." "What?" "There is an Earth First guy in the house, and he's called for backup." "Dios Mio!" "Shhh! Relax. The hunter is about to become the hunted; the Confederacy soldiers know about it and are planning on taking out the Earth First team. We're going to pretend we know nothing about anything until the mess is over -- and then I'm taking you to the colonies with me." "You are?" Juanita's eyes glowed. "What about Graciela?" "Graciela and the children were extracted three days ago. I have been ... relieved ... of my responsibility for them," I related. "So, you're... ?" "Yours?" I finished for her, smiling. "No, you're mine!" I pulled her to me and kissed her. THAT relaxed her, finally -- until she remembered... "How many... ?" "Two. But I don't HAVE to take any other women," I replied. Juanita pursed her lips. "I should not interfere. Besides, maybe you can take a cute little gringa that we can use as a maid and housekeeper?" I had to laugh at her wit -- what a switch THAT would be! "I would have to use her..." "Of course! She owes you! She wouldn't want to make you unhappy -- bad things could happen..." Juanita mocked. I was still chuckling when it started going down. Five guys came through the door wearing long coats; this was either 'The Matrix' or trouble was going to start -- or both. The Marines ignored them -- which should have clued them in that they were expected, but didn't. They stationed themselves around the room. A couple of minutes later, three other guys came in -- except I could tell they weren't Earth First from their attitudes. They went through the line and picked up food, then selected positions which covered the EF guys from plain sight. Finally, one of the original pair stood up and said, "Okay, this is a pickup," and the shield went up. The EF team was waiting for the Marine to call out sponsor's names and get them to acknowledge who they were so thay could kill the sponsors with the Marines -- but they never got the chance, because the second team -- whoever they were -- gunned them down with stingers. Mr. Grateful Dead stood talking to someone -- apparently on an earphone rig -- and announced, "All clear. We got the outside team, too. You guys take these idiots out and sweat them for the rest of the cell and we'll get on with the pickup." The three guys in the second group got up and made a pile of the five EF guns and the recon weenie and set up what must have been a transporter and tossed them into it like sacks of grain or something, then they transported out, themselves. By then, everyone was standing around; there were a lot of people in business wear and some guys in casual outfits with computers -- and Juanita and me. Mr. Grateful Dead announced, "I'm Corporal Holliston and this IS a pickup." He read off three names -- one of which was Raul Salazar. "Let's go," I told Juanita, cocking my head at the man. We got up and went over to him and he greeted me with, "You're pretty alert -- that's a good trait." I said, "Thanks." "You're due one more," he observed. I turned to Juanita, "Want to help me find our cleaning slut?" Juanita nodded, grinning from ear to ear. Women were getting naked and lining up; we walked the line, but I let Juanita pick. We ended up with a bleached blonde woman who'd been wearing a business suit; Juanita apparently based her selection solely upon how well she licked pussy, which was fine by me. Either I would grow fond of her at some point, or I wouldn't... Ten minutes later, we were on a starship. Thanks, Graciela! Thank your sponsor for me! June Mortensen: Friday morning, the young Sub-Decurion came for me; Tony was along, but he kept his hands to himself. Maureen -- the Sub-Decurion -- dragged me out of my quarters, insisting that I get acclimated. The mess was FULL of naked people -- and many of them didn't look as good as me. I attracted male attention, too -- from naked males, generally. One in particular came over to me and asked, "I wonder if I might be of service?" Flustered, I asked, "How?" He shrugged. "Any way that works, I guess. Do you have any concubines?" "No," I replied shortly. "I have a wife -- well, a mate, and a child..." "Yes?" I stared at him blankly. "We need ... a sponsor..." he said hesitantly. "Oh." I shook my head to clear it. "I'm a little dense this morning." I gave him a closer examination, but there was nothing about him that stood out. "No thank you -- not at this time, anyway." I turned away, embarrassed. Maureen waved him away, saying, "Good initiative, but no sale." "Is that going to happen often?" I asked. "More and more, I bet," Maureen replied. "Couples need a sponsor. Males need a sponsor. A woman can separate herself and her children from her mate and be more desirable, but a male alone is going to have problems. As we get closer to the colony, the level of desperation will go up. That one was polite and he was obviously thinking; you're a catch because you obviously need a male." "Obviously?" "If you're going to reproduce..." "Let's back up," I burst out. "I'm a catch?" Maureen shrugged. "There are a lot fewer of us than there are male sponsors." She eyed me. "Why don't we go down to Medical and at least get you to where you're SUPPOSED to be..." "I ... I don't think so," I replied. "I'm out of shape on purpose. If I'm in shape, I get too tense and can't sleep." "If you're sleeping wrapped around a man, I GUARANTEE you won't be tense!" Maureen retorted, chuckling. I shivered thinking about it. "I don't think I'm ready..." "You need to GET ready!" Maureen insisted, "And soon!" "What's the hurry?" I whined. "Right now, you can pick couples," Maureen replied. "By the time we make orbit around Nuevo Angelino, most of the women will have dumped their mates in the hopes of collecting a sponsor on their own. Right now is primetime, since we both KNOW you need a couple!" "I ... Well..." Maureen's logic was flawless. "After breakfast." She led me to the replicator and we ordered. We were accosted three more times at breakfast. After the second, Maureen said, "You have good instincts. If the male doesn't interest you, you needn't bother. There are plenty more fish in the sea." After breakfast, I let Maureen drag me down to Medical and after a conference with the AI they put me back together the way I SHOULD look at thirty-eight. They sloughed off forty pounds and tightened me up and removed some loose skin left over from when I REALLY swelled up and had rolls. They even shrank my breasts a bit! Oh, it didn't happen instantly, not all of it, but I gathered that the hour and a half I spent in the tube put me ahead of the average concubine in repairs. I would be different again in the morning, the medics assured me. They put some incredibly old woman in the tube next to me; I was amazed -- wasn't she too old to be a concubine? After Medical, we went back to my quarters to call up 'personal ads' from couples. The AI showed me some couples that may have been perfect, but ... no chemistry, I guess you would say. After two hours, I was about to give up when something surfaced... The woman kneeling in the foreground was a brunette, fairly small, with small breasts but really big areolas and a bit of a belly with a prominent scar from a Caesarian section. On her left stood a serious-looking male child of about nine. Behind them hovered a man, more or less just visible between them. The man was sharp-featured and intelligent-looking, with fair skin and dark hair with the bluish signs of a permanent five o'clock shadow. All three -- even the child -- wore eyeglasses. "This one!" I erupted. The AI started the video. The woman spoke, of course. "Hi, I'm Barb, and this is Jesse, and this is little Zack. We're the Sayers. I'm twenty-eight and Jesse is, too. We've been working for various computer companies since college -- menial stuff, mostly -- well, I've actually been doing day care for a couple of years. Jesse had been hoping to find something important to help with the whole Sa'arm thing, but I guess you have to be in the right place at the right time ... Um, anyway, Zack is in third grade and doing well -- we think he'll test out for the sponsor track. I love kids, but we don't have any other children; I had a hard time carrying Zack and we're hoping that Medical will find something and fix it. Jesse does his part very well, I think, but..." She blushed at that point. "We, uh, both like sex -- I don't really feel comfortable going through a lot of display positions for a video, but we'll be happy to at an interview. We, um, understand the rules." She bit her lip. "I guess that's it. If you'd like to set up an interview, we're at two six three three seven." I hadn't been paying attention to the numbers, so I asked the AI, "Please display their CAP scores again?" Barb was a five point eight and Jesse was a six point two. "Zachary Sayer is expected to test in the seven point four range," the AI added verbally as it displayed the scores on the wall. "What was Jesse's degree in?" I asked. There was a pause; apparently the AI didn't know everything, after all. "Cosmology," it replied, though, after a moment. "I want to see these people," I told Maureen. "But I don't want them to know who I am, yet." "AI, disguise June's voice and call the Sayers," Maureen directed. "No video on their end." "Acknowledged." In a moment the wall lit with the young couple scrambling to get into Attention. Barb looked a bit disheveled and Jesse was trying to tuck an erection between his legs. It looked decidedly average, from my extremely limited experience -- which was probably a good thing. "Hello?" Barb said tentatively. "Have I disturbed you?" I asked. "Oh, no, no ... Zachary is at school this morning, so we were um, getting in a little quality time..." Barb blushed scarlet -- and so did Jesse. "This is much more important." "Have you been conducting many interviews?" I asked. "No." Barb looked embarrassed. "No more than any other couple, anyway." "I see. Do you have any other appointments today? I would like to schedule something." Barb, poor thing, lacked a poker face; I could tell Jesse didn't, but with her handling the conversation, it didn't matter. "I'm sure we could schedule something. What would be convenient for you?" She flicked a glance at Jesse. "Depending upon how deep the interview goes, it might be best done in the morning while Zack is in classes..." "How problematic is that facet of things for you?" I asked. Jesse answered this -- and it made sense. If I was male and I asked that question, I would be asking him how he planned to tolerate my having sex with his mate, after all... "We can handle it." What he meant, of courses, was, 'I can handle it.' "That must be distressing..." I opined. "Not in the correct environment," he insisted. "I ... don't think we would survive an interview similar to the one on video the other day, but in an open, caring relationship, I'm sure we would do fine." I waved off the sound and asked, "What is he talking about?" "We showed a video to all of the male concubines -- recorded live -- of a woman who selected a black man out of some fantasy she had -- and he and two others proceeded to give her that fantasy. They basically did everything you could think of to both the wife AND the husband, including actively embarrassing and cuckolding him..." "I'm afraid that I have no imagination where these things are concerned," I admitted. "AI, ask the Sayers to wait on hold -- indicate that we're taking another call. Then display that ugly video -- probably at four or five to one..." Maureen directed. Over the next ten minutes or so, I received quite the education! We slowed it down for key points and Maureen narrated here and there -- and I sat there shaking my head. It was the worst thing I'd ever seen in my life -- but I was embarrassed to admit that I found it to be arousing. The things they did to that man ... The woman clearly went off the deep end -- but she was happy about it, more or less. The things SHE did to her mate were ... unforgivable, unless he was really psychologically inclined to enjoy masochism. The dominance and submission aspects of the scene were compelling; I guess everyone reacts to that kind of thing on one level or another. I think some humans are pack animals and some are herd animals -- but in both cases, we react to demonstrations of leadership. The males were brutes -- and while that should have put me off, I'm embarrassed to say that the woman's attitude made it all very exciting! If she'd been acting like a rape victim, I would have been horrified; as it was, I was envious. The poor man ... they thoroughly debased him -- with the help of his mate! I was horrified -- and titillated. So many things were clear ... The man feared blacks -- and they took advantage of it. Clearly, he loved his children; he went absolutely to the wall for them. His spouse just as clearly wasn't worth his loyalty. I seriously doubt that he enjoyed any part of that scene, despite the fact that he ejaculated at one point; I think he was merely caught up in the orgy of self-destruction that was going on just as I was, watching it... When the video finished, we sat a moment while I digested it, then we went back to the Sayers, who were getting restive. "My apologies. I needed to accept that call. Where were we?" I asked. Jesse took the lead. "What we're prepared to tolerate," he replied. "Ah, yes, the video," I murmured as if I hadn't just been immersed in the thing. "I don't think that couple survived that scene," Jesse declared. "We're prepared to accept quite a bit, but I don't think we would care to go into an interview with someone contemplating that level of abuse." "Setting aside the psychological overtones, what do you think of the physical acts?" I asked. Jesse visibly steeled himself. "The physical acts are just sex," he replied. "In a different, less coercive environment, where there is mutual trust..." "Thank you for your honesty," I said, more or less cutting him off. Both of them flinched, assuming that the telephone interview was at an end. "I would like to meet with you..." I stopped, because Maureen was whispering quietly to the AI. the AI supplied. "Can we meet in Suite Seven Seven Six in say, thirty minutes?" I relayed. The couple glanced at one another. "That will be fine," Barb replied, assuming the lead. "Excellent. I will see you there." I waved to the AI to cut the connection and the wall blanked. "How was that?" "I think it went well," Maureen opined. "Do you want me to go along?" "I'm going to have to deal with them on my own," I mused. "I should probably do this part by myself." "This couple has excellent credentials," the AI opined. "They were in the pool for your second set, but it is understood that you are looking for a certain connection that the first wave couples did not provide." "What were you selecting for?" I asked. "Male sexual prowess," the AI replied. "Jesse Sayer is well-supplied in this regard naturally, but there was an assumption that once you get started there will be a period of ... enthusiasm." "I see..." I muttered, embarrassed. "I think I might like to start with someone normal, if you don't mind." "Acknowledged," the AI replied, unperturbed. "Jesse Sayer is easily augmented, in any case. You may wish to shorten his recovery cycle so that he is completely capable of servicing both yourself and Barbara Sayer -- although your needs come first..." "Um, yes," I mused. AIs apparently have no tact at all. "Please direct me to the suite." Maureen separated herself at the door to my quarters. "Call me and let me know how it goes," she said, waving and heading off down the corridor. ------- Chapter 59 June: I got my element of surprise; Barb went "Oh!" when I came through the door and they both sagged in relief, then looked a bit confused while they tried to re-assess their positions. "Good morning," I greeted them. "Good morning," Barb replied. "You surprised us! We were expecting..." "A man," I finished. "I know. Forgive me, but I'm as new at this as you are and I am probably as nervous as you. Let's all relax. Jesse, you needn't tuck..." I waved at his crotch. "In the unlikely event that I should actually cause you to be aroused, I wouldn't want you to hurt yourself." I was wearing the 'sponsor coverall' -- which really did nothing more for my shape than my housedress -- and maybe less. I shifted my glance between them, attempting to be inclusive. "Where did you go to college?" "I went to Rutgers; Jesse went to Princeton," Barb replied, then bit her lip. I knew what she was thinking; her efforts were no longer a priority here... "And you studied what?" Barb kept her mouth closed and handed off thereby to Jesse. "Barb studied early child development. I studied cosmology." He eyed me and I smiled at him. "I know the difference," I chuckled. Cosmology and cosmetology are not even close as subjects; astronomy and astrology are closer. Turning to Barb, I said, "I know nothing about raising children -- not the first thing. Frankly, I'm not sure I want to. This could create quite a load on you..." "I love children!" Barb cried. "I just haven't..." "What happened?" I asked. "Zack was a big baby. Things didn't go all that well in the third trimester -- I'm small. We think that my fallopian tubes were damaged or something ... There may have been endometriosis. And I still have this..." She rubbed her slightly protruding belly. "We're hoping that Confederacy medical science can fix things. We were saving up for operations, but with the economy being the way it is..." the AI transmitted. "I think they can fix everything," I related. "As I indicated, I know nothing about child raising. In fact, I've not really been into any part of the process -- including sex -- to date. There are several reasons for this, and everybody seems to think that I'll catch up on the sex part pretty quickly. I'm thinking your job would be to babysit me through several pregnancies and then take over as nanny for all of the children. I can't really see me having a lot of time for the children, although this might change..." I paused. "I see no reason why you can't continue to have children by Jesse, especially since it appears that they are potentially sponsor-class." Barb looked rocked, and I realized belatedly that I had implied that I might interfere with her physical relationship with her mate. I couldn't resist... "The shoe is on the other foot, isn't it? Poor Jesse was half-expecting to be told that his access to you was terminated forever, but in the current situation, it would be your access to Jesse which would be in question..." I showed my fangs a little bit, actually surprising myself. "I'm thinking that as a normal thing, I won't interfere -- unless one of you needs to be punished..." Barb's eyes widened -- but Jesse started getting an erection! He didn't seem to notice, so I didn't point it out; I pretended not to notice. Moving on, I said, "I tend to become very tense -- does either of you know anything about massage?" Jesse blinked. "Nothing formal. I'd be happy to learn..." "Me, too!" Barb interjected. "I'm thinking that might be something you both should pursue," I murmured. My pulse started racing. "I think that brings us to sex. I really don't know how to approach sex -- you see, I'm a virgin." Both of them looked shocked. "Really?" Barb burst out. "Yes," I admitted. "I'm ... not normal. I was slow to develop physically and I developed rapidly mentally and I'm not good with people -- poor socialization skills. I graduated college at seventeen..." "What do you do?" Jesse asked. "I'm a physicist," I replied. "You won't be staying at home bored all day -- with your education, I would think that I should be able to use you as a research assistant." I turned to Barb. "We may have to bring in help for you, given the fact that Jesse won't be around during the day..." The pair was looking at each other in surprise... "That's WONDERFUL!" Barb burst out, somewhat belatedly. Then she caught up. "If it means Jesse gets to actually work in his field..." "That would be the plan," I replied. My heart was warmed by her response; pure science isn't a paying job in a lot of cases and I could see that they were both powerfully affected by my offer. "Of course, that assumes a number of things..." "Such as what?" Barb asked. "Well, if Jesse is unable to become aroused in my presence, we would have a problem..." I murmured. Both of them looked at me oddly. "I can't imagine..." Jesse muttered. "I look like a pot-bellied pig..." Barb interjected. I frowned. "Oh! THAT'S harsh!" "Well..." Barb looked dejected. "Sweetheart..." Jesse rubbed her back. "You know how I feel about you..." Then he remembered himself and turned to me. "I really don't understand what you think is objectionable -- I mean, my God! Have you SEEN some of the concubines out there?" "Well..." I replied. "Only one man has ever paid serious attention to me -- sexual attention. And that was very recently." "Do you think... ?" Jesse waved his hands. "I guess. We should find out, shouldn't we?" I opened the jumpsuit and let it fall from my shoulders. The uniforms were strange in that they included built-in support for my bust, so I was not required to wear a bra; this was a subject of some rather embarrassing byplay between myself and the AI that morning, but it HAD turned out to be comfortable. Panties were apparently not required, either, but I didn't trust the cushioned crotch panel. Both of them came forward and helped me step free of the garment. "I'm erect NOW..." Jesse pointed out. "Are you a lesbian?" Barb asked, running her hand down my left flank. "No. I'm ... sexless." "I don't think so," Jesse opined. He flicked a glance at his mate and I understood the content as well as she did. "I can share. I have to," Barb said quietly. "I can help, too, if you like, not that Jesse needs it..." "I'm going to be a big baby, I'm afraid," I husked. I was shaking like a leaf as gentle hands roamed my body from both sides. "There is a bed in the next room," Jesse husked. "How far are we going?" "I don't know!" I quavered. "We should go all the way, but..." "But it's your first time," he finished. "It's REALLY your first time?" I nodded; I couldn't speak. "Come. We'll go however far seems right," Barb said gently. I allowed them to lead me into the next room, where there was indeed a bed -- a large one. "Tell us what you've done," Barb said gently as they backed me onto it. "There was a man -- a male concubine. He belongs to one of the Civil Service women -- the Sub-Decurions. He ... massaged me with oil and masturbated me. I ... sucked him," I related diffidently. "When was this?" Jesse rumbled. "Last night." I could barely breathe. "Let me see..." He pulled my right leg up and I went ahead and put my left foot flat on the mattress, too. "Keep her busy, Sweetheart," Jesse directed Barb. Barb murmured calming words and caressed my left breast, but my eyes were fixed on Jesse as he gently opened my nether lips. "I can't believe it," he murmured, his eyes fixed upon the opening of my womanhood. "It's here. Her hymen -- it's here. I can see it!" He gazed at me in surprise. "You've never had sex!" "That's so unfair!" Barb blurted. "Sex is wonderful! To think you've missed it all these years..." "I'm like STONE!" Jesse erupted. "See?" He raised himself so I could see his penis. It was actually pulsing with his heartbeat! "I want it!" I croaked. "There?" Jesse nodded at my womanhood. "Not yet," I gasped. "My hymen is thick, I think. The doctor said it was. I want to touch it..." Jesse scooted up next to me, telling Barb in passing, "Take a look." She headed for my nether regions -- but my attention was on Jesse's curved probe and its blunt mushroom head. I reached out and touched it; the shaft seared my palm. I and slid my hand up and down its length; Jesse groaned. "I want to suck it," I husked. "Say the word and it's yours," Jesse gasped as I ran my thumb over the underside of his glans. Gentle fingers were probing my womanhood; a thumb -- not Jesse's -- settled on my swollen clitoris and began to rub in a circular motion. "June, Honey, this thing is tissue-paper thin..." Barb's voice drifted up to me. "You probably won't even feel it. It'll take my finger now -- do you use tampons?" "Uh huh..." Things were getting hazy. "Please..." I tugged at Jesse's shaft and he crawled forward so I could come up on one elbow and suck his plush glans between my lips. "Uuuummmm..." "We're gonna take such good care of you," Barb husked. The finger she had inside me was rubbing my inner walls and the thumb was driving my erect clitoris wild! I had tunnel vision; all I could see was the shaft of Jesse's erection; my insides were quaking! I knew what was coming ... Releasing Jesse's glans, I wailed, "AI! I want them!" "We accept!" Jesse yelped, then, "Ah, SHIT!" as I sucked him in as deep as I could. "Barbara Sayer..." the AI intoned. "We accept!" Barb hollered. Then it happened -- A soft, flexible, wet tongue rubbed my clitoris! The earthquake in my loins resolved itself into a volcanic eruption and I backed off of Jesse's probing penis as orgasm took me! "OMIGAAAAAWD!!! AAAIIIIEEEEEE!!!!!!" Then I was on him, sucking like a mad thing! I wanted it! I wanted his man-juice! I wanted it BAD! Jesse could only grunt and gasp as I worked to consume him, but Barb came up from my nether regions and grabbed my arm. "No, Honey -- trust me! It's time to do it!" "Um?" I wasn't thinking straight -- and I wasn't releasing Jesse's glans to talk, either! "Come on, Honey," Barb cajoled, reaching up to peel my fingers from the shaft of her mate's cock. "It's time that thing entered its new home, don't you think? You can suck it again for round two..." "I--I..." I babbled. "Shhhh..." Barb crawled atop me and began kissing my face and neck. "Let Jesse do his job." She turned her head to regard him and said, "Gentle -- but get in. Then wait until she's ready." "Yes, Sweetheart." Jesse backed away; I reached for his beautiful member, but missed; Barb had clamped her lips on my right nipple. I let out a groan. Barb teased my left nipple with her fingers and began kissing my neck. Jesse was out there, somewhere... In a moment, I knew where; his blunt, plush glans rubbed up and down the furrow of my womanhood from my clitoris to my perineum. It was a new and incredible sensation that set my nerves alight. Barb had me pinned with her weight and was holding both of my hands, her fingers interlaced in mine -- but I wasn't going anywhere; I was holding my breath, waiting for something that should have happened a long time ago. Tony had prepared me for this, but I hadn't allowed him to finish; Barb and Jesse were insistent -- and they were right. I accepted Barb's lips as they melded with mine and her tongue probed my mouth -- just as another probe pushed forward into my quaking tunnel of womanhood! There was this little twinge -- that was it! And it was submerged under the flood of sensation caused by Jesse's mushroom glans as it widened my opening. He stopped there, and seemed to rock back and forth, waiting -- but I didn't want that, so I crossed my legs behind his buttocks and squeezed, urging him forward, granting him full permission to plunder my depths! "Omigod!" he groaned; I moaned my pleasure into Barb's open mouth. Then I was full. There was no issue with lubrication, I'd been pouring the stuff out since the moment my coverall came off! Jesse slid right into my depths, slowly, to be sure, but without any excess friction. My tunnel clasped him without any conscious thought on my part; it knew what to do. When he began to withdraw, I wanted to wail -- but he came right back, filling me again! I began to realize that those moments of emptiness were the price you paid for the joy of being filled... Barb raised up and looked down at her mate -- OUR mate -- her glasses perched somewhat askew on her nose. "I thought you were going to wait?" "She wouldn't let me!" Jesse puffed. "I didn't!" I croaked. "Just do it! Do me! Oh, GOD! DO ME!" Barb got this funny look on her face and said, "Never mind..." She hunched herself and sucked in one of my painfully stiff nipples, raising her buttocks almost chest high on Jesse -- right in front of his face! "Jeez!" Jesse grunted, "As if I wasn't hot enough! All I can smell is wet pussy!" He pumped for a moment and then grunted, "June, Sweetheart, let me push your legs up so I can get in really deep..." I uncrossed my legs and let him rack them back, his hands on the backs of my knees, opening me wide to his assault. Things were getting hazy again; how long had it been? Seconds? Jesse leaned down a bit and made a slurping noise in little Barb's crotch and she went "MMMMM!!!" around my nipple and the volcano erupted a SECOND time! After that, I was delirious! I remember two more stark peaks, but I floated on a cloud between them, making noises I didn't hear. I remember pulling Barb's head up and trying to shove my tongue down her throat -- when did I decide that I liked girls? Sometime after Jesse emptied himself in me, I resumed contact with reality; Barb's breasts were jiggling above me. Her hands were on the bed, bracing her, just above my shoulders. I couldn't see her womanhood for her rounded belly, but I could see Jesse's testicles as they swept forward and back and I could see his hands clutching her hips. "Fuck me!" Barb wailed. "Oh, God, that was so hot, what we just did! I'm gonna die if I don't cum! I love Junie already!" I didn't say anything; I just started rubbing her flanks. I flopped my knees out to the side and spread myself so Jesse could get deep into our little sweetheart, knowing she needed it. I was going to need it again, but I was a little sore -- something not really surprising. I started tweaking Barb's nipples, which, when erect, did justice to her huge areolas. Barb started gasping, "Ogod! Ogod! Ogod!!" In a few moments, she sucked in a breath and cried, "OooooOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHH!!!!" on this rising note that got louder and louder, then, "NNNNNNNNNNNGHHHHH!!!!" Jesse went "YEAH!" and the pair of them stopped thrusting and ground themselves against one another, neither of them uttering another sound except for harsh breathing. I kept milking nipples, knowing from the way Barb presented her small chest that she was enjoying it. Jesse settled back on his haunches, withdrawing his member from Barb; it had these globs of white goo on it. "Roll off, Barbie," I husked, "I really want to suck Jesse's penis..." "I think he's done," Barb puffed, flopping to her side on the bed. "I don't know where he found it for me!" "I just want to clean it. I want to taste his ... cum, I guess you call it." "Oh, okay..." Jesse looked exhausted, but happy as he crawled up beside my head. "It WAS pink, for a while..." "Mmmmmm..." I ran my lips along his shaft, sucking. The taste was a bit different than Tony's -- but it was just as good, if not better. "The AI seems to think I'm going to go wild for a while, now." "What do YOU think?" Jesse asked as I gave his shaft popsicle licks. It was trying to go down -- or maybe trying to stay up. In either case, it was softening. "I think it's right," I replied. "I'll be sore for a while, but by tomorrow, I'm going to want more. Let's go down to Medical and get Barb fixed and you tuned up so she and I can get big, fat and pregnant together!" Jesse laughed. Jack: "Mack!" I yelled. "Mack Taylor!" "Yes?" Mack stopped and looked at me. "Oh, hi, Lieutenant." "How's it going?" "Okay, I guess. A little iffy. I'm headed down to school to pick up Michael." Michael was Mack's fourth-grader. His ex-spouse, Vicky, had the little girl they'd arrived with-- who wasn't his, genetically, anyway. "Can I ask you a question?" "Shoot." "What happens if Michael and I get to the colony and still don't have a sponsor?" "Funny you should mention that," I replied. "But first, what happened with the ex-spouses of those two party animals who took on Vicky?" "One of them tried to fuck my brains out -- on two separate occasions," Mack chuckled. "The other one ... I think she took her old man back." "There's no accounting for taste," I grunted. "Hang on a sec." I raised a finger. The AI was right there. 'Make a note for us to revisit this, ' I told it. It wasn't really unusual for victims of abusive spouses to hook back up with their abuser -- especially if they didn't feel safe from him. Apparently I hadn't made that point clear in this case; if the bastard had broken his restraining order, we'd have killed him -- summary execution. Well, it wasn't too late. 'Run a psych analysis on the female -- she might feel obligated -- or just scared.' "So you didn't hook up with either of them," I said, going back to Mack. "No. The one who wanted revenge was a little TOO feral, if you know what I mean," Mack rumbled. "She seemed to think I was better than her old man. Frankly, I WAS pretty good..." I'd had the AIs order Mack to Medical after the incident -- and had him given a little boost. It hadn't been mentioned to Mack -- it had come under the heading of a post-assault examination for injuries. I kind of figured his ego was injured, at least, and the ladies he might be dating would be appreciative. The one who boffed him twice apparently had been... Mack got serious. "About my question..." "Yeah, that. Things could theoretically get sticky, but they needn't. I've got six female concubines..." Mack grinned and nudged me. "You STUD, you!" "Well, it isn't always rosy," I told him. "I'm handling four now -- and have my hands full. When I get back to the colony, the other two are likely to be unhappy. Also, I admit to a certain amount of favoritism..." "Oh." Mack frowned. "I'm not sure how this relates..." "I need a back door man," I explained. "A what?" "You know -- somebody to keep the natives from being restless when I'm not immediately visible," I explained. "In some cases, he's the guy who jumps out the window when you come home unexpectedly, but in some cases, he's a convenience -- the classic case being when you need an excuse for a divorce. In this case, though, I need someone to help me keep the women from feeling too neglected." "And you come to me?" "Sure, why not?" I replied. "You're a decent sort. Tell me, are you colorblind?" "Uh, sorry? You mean really?" "A couple of my women are black," I explained. "Oh. Yeah, that really shouldn't be a problem..." Mack mused. "One of 'em has three kids. Yours would be the oldest, I think. I've got at least two natural-born mother types, though," I advised. "Also, a couple of them aren't, uh, conventionally hot. Earth mothers tend to look like fertility idols -- distinctly pear shaped. Frankly, though, they're the favorites -- don't ask me why..." "Sounds like a mess," Mack opined. "It is and it isn't," I replied. "I've got one who likes to be used and abused and I've got one who had sex with her stepfather at a VERY early age but is a great little organizer with an evil mind. I've got one sixteen year old that bears a striking resemblance to Aunt Jemima but can suck the chrome off a trailer hitch, and I've got Beth -- who I'm seriously in love with, but would seem to have few redeeming features since she's built a little dumpy and has a lisp. On the planet, I have a skinny slip who is a total airhead but is carrying around a basketball that is going to be my second child and I have a hot little brunette who is a mother but would rather be a career woman." "Well, it's entertainment," Mack opined. "It is that," I agreed. "It is that. Care to play?" "So, where would I sit in the pecking order?" "Off-side, as far as the females are concerned," I mused. "Not in charge, but not to be ordered about. Maybe co-in-charge with the head bitch..." "Who is that?" "Well, I'm thinking it is going to be my 'great little organizer with an evil mind, ' -- but it might be the career girl. With the career girl off-site, though, it'll probably be Frieda. She's the organizer. There are functional silos, though -- Beth is in charge of child-rearing." "Okay, well, when would I... ?" "More or less on demand. I've been taking two to bed -- you would bat cleanup. I might need some assistance on the front end, though, with Tara, for instance..." "What about... ?" Mack waved a finger between himself and me. "Not an issue," I replied. "Cool?" "VERY!" "Well?" "What if it doesn't work out?" Mack asked. "I cut you loose. You'll be no worse off than you would be anyway, on-planet. I'll do whatever to give you a good recommendation, if it isn't your fault," I promised. "It's the best offer I've had all day," Mack gusted. "AI?" "Previous conversation indicates that you are offering a position to the male concubine Martin Taylor." The AI declared aloud. "Correct." "Martin Taylor?" "I accept." "Duly recorded." "I'll need to get Michael's stuff from our rooms," Mack mused. "Where do I meet you?" "The AI will guide you in." "Okay. Uh, Lieutenant?" "Call me Jack." "Thanks, Jack." "You're welcome." I swatted him on the shoulder and headed off to my next disaster. First, though... 'AI, get me Frieda.' 'Master?' 'Hey, look, I hired the back door man -- it's all set. Mack Taylor is going to show up with his ten-year-old boy. Hook them up with rooms.' 'What does he know?' 'I gave him the nickel tour, ' I told her. 'He's head bastard -- but that puts him level with head bitch.' 'Okay, Boss. So this doesn't mean you like dicks... ' she teased. 'This means you girls need more than I have to spread around. The closest I intend to get to Mack's dick -- and vice-versa -- is the other end of whichever one of you he's fucking, ' I replied. 'Ooooo! Goody! Sandwich time!' Frieda giggled. 'Just exactly. Be a good girl and run out the Welcome Wagon.' 'You got it, Boss!' Next! 'AI, what's the name of the woman who took her ex back?' 'When I get to my office, I'm going to want to see the video feeds of them making up.' In my office, I listened to the idiot call her old man and then lift the ban on him. I was pissed. "Didn't you hear him communicate a threat?" I ranted at the AI. I tend to just talk to it aloud when alone in my office. the AI defended itself. "Yeah, yeah. Where are they? No, wait -- what else happened?" I was treated to a couple of sex scenes. The guy was rough -- and nasty. "Did you fuck that guy?" he asked, while throat-fucking her. "You wanted to, though, didn't you? It's a good thing you showed some sense -- if that jerk had made me sit down and watch you fucking that guy..." He got REALLY brutal; Noreen ended up vomiting, and spending the next day croaking. He used her ass, too -- and she ended up bleeding and bowlegged. "I trust you've learned your lesson. Who's your man, again?" "You are," she croaked. "Damned straight! And if I see a piece somewhere and decide to get a little?" "It's none of my business..." Noreen croaked. "Shit," I groused. "Give me the psych eval -- just the high points." The AI paused. "Ah, there it is, you have put your ethereal finger upon it," I said somewhat sarcastically. "This man is a CONCUBINE, not a SPONSOR!" "He is a threat to any sponsor who attempts to take the woman in," I amplified, "In fact, he's a threat to anyone who looks at the woman cross-eyed, sponsor or concubine. He is ruining the children psychologically, ensuring that they have no chance at sponsorship. Need I go on?" the AI asked. "It wasn't for you, so it might not be for others," I rasped. The AI wasn't asking. "I do. Where are they?" the AI related, providing coordinates. "Up to no good, no doubt," I muttered. "Yet," I grunted. I headed on down to Noreen's. She was surprised. "Hello!" she blurted, backing up and letting me in. "Can I help you?" "I came to check on you," I replied, "since I discovered that you let that asshole you were married to come back. Whatever possessed you to do that?" "He's my husband!" she blurted in defense. "Not any more," I noted. "Now he's just an asshole who abuses the shit out of you because he can. How's your throat? Have you been to Medical about the way your asshole bleeds?" She looked surprised, but defensive. "He's the father of my children. I owe him my loyalty." "Oh, the kids he's ruining by exposing them to his pattern of abuse?" I retorted. "They'll grow up to be either abusers or victims -- but they WON'T be sponsors! And loyalty -- THAT's a good one! You know what he's doing as we speak? He's down by the Mess camped out, screwing with every other woman who goes by, looking for a new victim! Now THAT's loyalty!" "I love him!" "You're scared to death of him, you mean! You let him come back because you were scared to death that if you didn't, he would find a way to wreak his vengeance on you, right? Admit it!" "No!" We locked eyes for a moment and she looked away, "Yes." "If you'd said something, we'd have watched him closer," I chided. "It wouldn't have helped," she sighed. "Sooner or later, you'd have been looking the other way..." I had no argument for this, based upon what had already happened. "I could have spaced him back then. Now it's a problem. You won't get a sponsor -- not with him around. He reeks of bad attitude." "What am I supposed to do?" she wailed. "Nothing," I replied. "I broke it -- I have to fix it." "How?" she asked fearfully. "All will be made clear..." To Noreen, I noted, "He's bad news -- an incident looking for a place to happen. If he coerces some owned concubine, there will be trouble. It's bad enough that he's screwing with UN-owned concubines!" "What will you do?" she asked, wringing her hands. I shrugged. "Let him hang himself." A minute later, the door flew open. "You!" he announced truculently. "What about me?" "What are you doing here?" "Checking on Noreen," I replied calmly. "I got a rumor you two were back together." "Yeah." He liked that. "Your restraining order didn't keep us apart. Noreen loves me!" he sneered. "She's scared to death of you, more like," I grunted. "I should have paid more attention to her -- especially after we got together and I learned how you are..." "WHAT? Got together?" He whirled on Noreen. "So you WEREN'T sleeping with that weiner -- you were sleeping with HIM!" Noreen blanched. "Cliff, I swear..." "Shut up! Everyone knows you'll tell any lie that will get you out of punishment, you slut! I'll take care of YOU later!" Cliff (I'd never bothered to get his name) spun on me and said, "So you shot me off so you could sleep with Noreen?" "Nah. I didn't do anything of the sort," I replied. "I shot you off before I ever MET Noreen! Besides, who said we slept together?" "You did!" "I said we were together. We were -- in this room -- for a few minutes before you returned." "Yeah, bullshit! You slept with her! Admit it!" Cliff howled. "What do you care? You were out hitting on bitches in the hall!" I retorted. "That's MY business!" I shrugged and grinned evilly at him. "And who I sleep with is MINE! I wonder who Noreen's next kid is gonna look like?" "She won't have any fucking ovaries when I get done with her!" Cliff snarled. "But I'm gonna break YOUR fucking neck first!" Then he lunged at me... ... And I broke his fucking neck. Looking down at his still flopping body, I said, "If you can hear me, asshole, Noreen didn't sleep with ANYBODY. But she can now..." Noreen stood wringing her hands. "You killed him! He's dead!" "Yes, he is. That's the only thing that would stop him from hurting you, isn't it?" I replied. She stood there, blinking, for almost a minute, then: "Yes." "AI, get a medic for Noreen and someone to clean up this pile of crap in the floor," I directed. "Call Colonist Operations and make sure they send the video feed to a review board." I turned to Noreen, "This was for the best, Hon. I don't like to do such things, but..." "How will I find a sponsor?" "You're better off," I told her. "If you don't find one by the time we make orbit, I'll take you in. I have all kinds of strays around my house. But you will -- it'll be fine." The medic came in, leading a couple of male concubines. "Get him off to the recycler first," I directed. "The kids are in the next room. All of them are victims of long-term abuse; go through them with a fine toothed comb and fix anything that was ever broken. And back Noreen, here, off five years or so, so she looks less stressed out." "Yes, Sir." The medic waved at the concubines, who hoisted Cliff's remains onto a float stretcher. "Have someone get their stuff. Call Colonist Operations and have them pick a new address for them in a friendly neighborhood." I squeezed Noreen's hand. "Good luck, kid." Then I got out of there, went to the nearest head and puked my guts out. I don't kill a man every day... ------- Chapter 60 Jack: Mack was moved in by the time I got home that evening -- which probably wasn't hard, since Michael probably had very little clothing with him and Mack had none at all. My women were all kind of standing around, waiting... "What?" I asked, pretending to be put upon. Frieda hung back, grinning. "I thought you were going to get a couple?" Beth said carefully. "I don't NEED another woman," I replied, "I'm hip deep as it is! This way, maybe you girls won't kill me at some point -- you're a bunch of cum-vampires, you know? Mack needs a place for himself and Michael -- and I needed a second dick on standby -- what's the problem?" I KNEW what the problem was, where Beth was concerned... "I really..." she mumbled -- but she knew better than to finish. "You don't have to play if you don't want to," I insisted. "Who wants to try out Mack? Show of hands." Frieda's went up fast, followed by Tara's; after some thought, Keisha's went up, too. "Who wants to try out Mack AND me?" That got an exclamation of "Goody!" from Frieda and a waved hand from Tara. I turned back to Beth. "That's plenty of work for Mack. Don't forget that I have two other women at home. I'm pretty sure Tina will be interested -- and Dottie might, too." I let my eyes sweep the other three. "If you'll excuse us for a moment..." I collected Beth's arm and led her off, going into the next room, where I backed her against the wall and pinned her there. "Mack knows," I told her. "He won't go where he's not wanted, and he knows who my favorite girl is. Just don't rub anyone's nose in it." "I'm sorry," Beth husked, her head down. "I just didn't want to be..." "Fuck meat?" I finished. "Relax, you're not. If at some point you decide it might be nice for Mack to participate, we can talk about it without anyone thinking less of you. In the meantime, try not to embarrass any of the other girls with your attitude. You can probably just say that he doesn't do anything for you." "Yes, Jack." Beth leaned up and buried her head in my shoulder. "I know I'm not doing this right, but..." "I know -- you love me. I love you, too -- but the other girls are at least fond of me, I think, and they're more open-minded." "I just can't..." Beth moaned. "You could if I insisted," I replied. "It would hurt, but you could, to make me happy." "Yes." It was a whisper. "I'm not insisting. But, like I said, don't rub the other girls' noses in it, or I'll have to." "Yes, Jack." "Let's go back out." Once we were back in the main room, I ordered Tara, "Go get Mack." Tara returned momentarily with Mack in tow. "All right," I announced. "It seems like I only have enough in me to keep two of you happy at a time -- and there are six of you, when we count the pair at home. Now, what that means is that I need a backup. Mack, here, is my back door man -- he handles the overflow. We'll be doing steady rotation, but if somebody gets the itch real bad, Mack is authorized to scratch it. Some of you like to party hardy anyway, and I can't possibly be two places at once, so Mack has THAT mission, too. It's a tough job, but I'm sure he'll bear up." I got a couple of giggles, which is what I was shooting for. "Mack's kid Michael is family -- and he gets mothered like family. Mack is family -- understand? Now, Mack is in charge of supply, but he is NOT in charge of demand -- if you don't want any, he's not gonna ask. Mack isn't in charge of anything I don't PUT him in charge of -- and that includes all of YOU! When we get to the colony, he'll probably have a job working for the Support Directorate outside the house. If he gets the urge and you all have dried up for some reason, he comes to me and I'll allocate a resource. If there is a PROBLEM on either end, I need to know about it -- but it's my opinion at this point in time that Mack is a decent sort or he wouldn't be here. By the same token, if one of you gets really, really sweet on him, we'll talk about it and I'm prepared to tolerate it -- but you're both non-exclusive resources, and if I need a dick or a pussy in a particular location at a particular time, I get it. Are we all clear?" Everybody nodded -- including Mack. "Does anybody see any immediate issues?" Nobody came forward. "Get the kids -- it's dinner time." Everybody scattered -- but I held Mack back. "Look," I told him, "Beth is ... well ... she wants to be exclusive. It's no reflection on you -- we're just hung up on each other. I don't want you upset when you realize that her spot in the rotation is empty." "Hey, I'm fine with it," Mack replied. "This is better than I'd hoped for." "If I was to guess, Tara and Frieda will arm-wrestle or something to see who goes first. Keisha might take a while. I can't guess about the other two, but I wouldn't be surprised if the first day or two after we hit the colony is busy, and depending on how things go, you might get one or two other regular customers. I'm pretty sure we're gonna end up playing musical dicks with Frieda and Tara, too -- both of them have been known to enjoy doubling up. Those are my guesses. Eventually, Beth might shuffle in, but it'll be a while, and one of us will probably be pissed at the other or something when it happens -- lover's spat kind of thing. If she fucks you to make me jealous, you get a fuck and she sucks hind tit for a while because I REFUSE to get jealous -- know that in advance. Just handle it. In the unlikely event that they all shut it off, we'll have to discover why -- that's the worst situation I can think of. Let's go eat." The others were back, herding my four children, so I started driving the herd toward the mess. Mack was a hit at mess -- conceptually, anyway. Everybody was surprised -- and it was clear that Oliver, Vera, and Maureen understood that they needed to give couples serious thought. Chief was there, looking hangdog again; I had the AI route me to him and said, 'You know, Chief... ' -- and I put a flea in his ear. He sat up straight in his chair, surprised. 'No shit?' 'No shit. I checked. There's a requisition out, even.' 'Well, let's keep it quiet for now... ' But Chief was a lot more upbeat from then on... Mark: I went and got Estrella in time for dinner -- and had her follow me around as usual. This time, however, I didn't spend my time ignoring her totally; my original plan to alienate her was by the boards, so I stopped acting like a jerk. Oh, we still did the one step behind and one to the right thing, but if I stopped to talk to someone, I had her come around and assume attention in front of me. In fact, I got to doing things such that, once she was settled, I would come up behind her and stand over her, usually toying with a nipple while I took in whatever the problem was. If she didn't care much for that, she certainly didn't say anything... Eventually, we joined the family for dinner - somewhat late, but no one seemed to be in a rush. I had Estrella kneel on my left for a while, then sit on my left knee; the big issue with the latter was that Javier wanted to emulate me and his mother was still a bit bigger than he was at fourteen. I was in a bit of a mood -- playful, more than anything else. We were out at a fairly public table and I had a thought that tickled me, not only for the effect on Estrella, but for what I knew would certainly happen between Javier and Graciela. I pulled Estrella in close and whispered in her ear, "Suck me!" Estrella merely smiled and settled between my legs, unsealing my uniform trousers. She'd barely begun to suck when Javier got Graciela's attention and pointed at the activity; Graciela settled to her knees without complaint and Javier's eyes closed and he bit a knuckle as her head began to bob. Marisol was up out of her chair in a flash, announcing, "I'm watching!" She got down on her knees next to her grandmother and watched with glowing eyes as I gently manhandled Estrella's head -- not because she needed it, but for Marisol's benefit. Estrella's eyes laughed at me from my lap. I split my attention between watching her and her granddaughter and watching Javier make faces as the pleasure overtook his ability to remain calm and in control. It didn't take long at all before Javier went rigid and began to shake; his eyes rolled up in his head and he uttered a prolonged grunt while clutching his mother's head to his lap. There was a smattering of applause; we'd garnered some attention, although not as much as one might think -- there were just too many naked people in the room. Of course, the activity, ironically, tended to be in the vicinity of the few of us who went around clothed... As I returned my attention to my lap, I heard an anxious whisper of, "C'mon, Grandma, Pleeease!" Marisol was importuning Estrella about something ... and I could guess what. Estrella refused to stop what she was doing; instead, she pointed at me. "What do you want?" I asked gently. "I want to play too!" Marisol whined. "This isn't play -- it's likely to get you fucked at some point!" I retorted. "And that's bad?" Marisol replied. Estrella managed to gurgle a chuckle around my erection. "Do as your grandmother directs," I sighed. Nana got up and circled behind me, placing her chin on my shoulder and sliding her arms around my chest. "Do I have to go to my knees, too?" I was vaguely amazed at her familiarity. "Your knees probably aren't as arthritic as they once were," I murmured. "In fact, for you to have come here..." "Yes, you are correct," Nana breathed in my ear. "I want you, Marcus. I haven't wanted a man in twenty years, but I want you. Not tonight, but soon; I feel younger almost by the moment and my womanhood is making requests..." Her hands were inside my shirt, rubbing my chest; I looked down, past them as Marisol inserted her head between me and her grandmother's chest and turned her face up so she could lave my balls with her tongue. Three women ... Sensory overload hovered close ... I felt the tension mount; Estrella's mouth was like liquid heat, but Marisol's tongue raised goosepimples on my scrotum. I was close, but in control -- until Nana started sucking my neck! There was no warning; one second, I was certain that I could last another minute or so, and the next I exploded in Estrella's mouth! The only sound I got out was, "HUUUUHHH!!!!" -- not very communicative! It was three or four pulses after the explosion before I had any control at all; I looked down at where Marisol had my balls cradled on her flat tongue -- feeling them pulse, no doubt. As I watched, dazed, she dropped her head and husked, "Save me some, Grandma! I want to taste it!" And I surged again... As for Nana, I grabbed her head, turned mine, and stuck my tongue in her ear! "You're EVIL!" I hissed. She merely laughed, pulling away. We got a LOT of applause! Estrella dribbling cum into Marisol's mouth was a big hit, for one thing... I put myself together, got up, and pulled Javier aside, waving to Estrella to stay where she was. "I think you should plan to move the family tomorrow afternoon," I said quietly. "I don't really have to do tonight to know what I'm going to do. We need to be co-located or they'll gang up on one of us..." Javier smiled. "Wouldn't THAT be terrible?" "They're all sirens -- from your great-grandmother to your sister!" I retorted. "Fool that I was, I had them restart Nana's engine..." "I saw," Javier laughed. "You were powerless!" "It was three against one!" I sputtered. Javier merely laughed. "Tomorrow, then." "Tomorrow." I nodded. I turned to leave, beckoning Estrella -- but it wasn't to be that easy. Marisol hopped up and pressed herself against me, turning up her face, her lips puckered. "Good night, Mark!" "Good night." I cradled her back carefully in an open hand and bent to kiss her, trying hard to be fatherly. It wasn't easy; with her back arched, she was displaying an incredible amount of soft cleavage. Add the fact that she was deliberately pressing herself to my crotch and I began to have some sympathy for pedophiles. The girl was twelve, after all! The fact that the AIs considered her physically mature enough for sex didn't mean she was MENTALLY mature ... She opened her lips and slipped her tongue out, the little minx; I broke the kiss immediately and stepped back, in full 'fight or flight' mode! "Dammit, Marisol! Can't you wait a week to grow up?" She pretended to think about it, then, "No..." I shook my head, rubbing my forehead. "Estrella, now! We need to get a head start on her!" Grinning, Estrella strutted past me; Nana stood in the background, grinning at me. "You are lost, Marcus -- admit it!" I waved a finger at her and got out of there. I took Estrella home and straight into the shower with me -- but this time, I pressed her against the fiberglass and dove on her neck. We played wet, soapy games for a few minutes, then got out. "So, do you want a blowjob?" she asked. "Not this time." I crawled on the bed and beckoned to her, then tucked her against my shoulder as I had her daughter the night before. "So, things are different," she mused. "Why?" I sighed. "A couple of days ago, the primary focus of my efforts was to get you to do what you did last night -- preferably while failing me, so I had an avenue of escape. But things have been changing, and Graciela ushered in a major one; at some time last night I realized that perhaps I really didn't want to achieve that second goal. I started out thinking I was uninterested in getting involved in your family matters, yet I kept sticking my oar in -- and Nana kept making sure there was a whirlpool. Last night, I would have told you it was all Graciela -- but it wasn't. Without Nana's wisdom and devious intelligence, Graciela wouldn't have stood a chance. Without your stubborn pride and regal bearing, I'd have never stayed linked in long enough for Graciela's fire to sear me. Even Marisol's youthful curiosity and impatience figured in my change of heart -- and Javier needs me -- that is also clear. So I'm not here to toss you out of my bed, or abuse you, or humiliate you; we've moved on to acceptance. I want to know -- honestly -- if I want you in my bed regularly. And for that, I have to give you a break." "I think you'll want me," Estrella said diffidently. "So do I." "I want you..." "That's a good thing," I replied, smiling. "Let me show you." Her hand found my cock, which was already half-hard. Then her mouth found it -- but we didn't leave it at that. I pulled her back up and she squatted over my cock, impaling her hot, wet channel with it, then rode it, her fingers interlaced with mine as she posted on it. Estrella was totally different than Graciela -- and just as good. Where Graciela was wild and fiery, Estrella possessed a controlled fury -- a focus that she brought to bear to bring forth intense sensations. At her peak, Graicela was wild and fiery and sensual --and uncontrolled -- but Estrella was careful to let nothing detract from the perfection of our union. She didn't batter my pubic bone in wild abandon -- she rose and fell on it at a controlled rate that ensured that we both got every good thing to be had from the contact and nothing bad. It wasn't that she was distanced from her efforts, either; she wasn't expending effort to tune things at the expense of her own pleasure. No, the adjustments were all part of the ride, part of her effort to get the absolute maximum amount of pleasure from our efforts -- which she did, too -- several times! There was no question whether she was peaking, either -- it was all right there, down to the gush of her fluids over my balls... When she tired, I rolled us over and tried to do her efforts justice -- and I succeeded another two times, finding my own explosive release as her pussy clamped down on me that final time and she mewled in pleasure. She made the cutest grunts ... I stretched out atop her and she let me know I was welcome; while her wirier, more spare body wasn't as plush as Graciela's, it was firmer, more compact, less likely to be damaged, it seemed to me. She nuzzled my neck and stroked my flanks and sighed. "What's up?" I asked. "Javier is many things, but he is not yet a man," Estrella murmured. "I love him and he is incredible in bed, but somehow..." I chuckled. "Things were good already -- you really didn't have to stroke my ego." She captured my face in her hands, her expression serious. "It is nothing less than the truth. Javier will get better, but you already KNOW..." "All right." I chuckled, knowing that she was being sincere. "I'll be back -- it's time to take a leak." "Why don't you leave one?" she retorted, eyeing me sidelong and smirking. "Good plan." I levered myself up and away. As I finished, she entered the bathroom to take my place, settling on the toilet to void and allow my little white wigglers to drip out of her. "You make big deliveries," she noted. "We aim to please," I chuckled. I was WAY too happy these days ... A couple of minutes later, we were entwined on the bed -- something I didn't expect to be comfortable, but I fell asleep, anyway. The other difference with Estrella was that she didn't consume all of my resources in one huge conflagration. About two o'clock Saturday morning, I woke up with a hard dick sandwiched in the crack of Estrella's ass; I reoriented it so it slid along her slot and in a couple of minutes she was wet and whining. I don't think she was even awake as I sank into her, but when she DID wake up as a result, there were no complaints and after discovering that lying on our sides just didn't cut it, we discovered that doggie did ... It was good -- DAMNED good; I think I unleashed the biggest flood of the night that time, with her perfectly oriented to get a womb full. Afterward, she stretched back out and I followed her down, not even disconnecting, and we both crashed again; it was two hours before my bladder woke me up to find that I'd shrunk back down and was making her inner thighs sticky. Javier: How do I describe having sex with my mother? On Earth, the answer would undoubtedly be 'DON'T!' lest it mark both of us forever! But it's allowed where I am, so it isn't such a horrible thing -- besides, it only happened once. I still have occasional sex with Graciela, but it isn't the same. Saturday morning, Mark took my mother and my grandmother -- and my great-grandmother, again -- down to Medical for two hours, and the women who stepped out of those tubes after those two hours were people I knew, but they weren't Mama or Grandma or Nana -- not to look at, or to touch ... Graciela looked like she had at maybe twenty-two, and Estrella looked as she had at thirty -- and Nana, after her second treatment, was almost unrecognizable! That Friday night, though, was the only occasion when I had sex with Mama -- someone fully and completely Mama in all particulars. It was AWESOME! We took our time; we cuddled and Mama asked me what I had accomplished with Grandma and we took a longer, slower route. We cuddled and fondled and kissed and she showed me erogenous zones that my earlier teacher had bypassed -- two long-time lovers adding a new dimension to an existing relationship. It was an exciting mix -- the new -- or at least, unremembered -- exploration of her breasts and the other parts of her that had been hidden or forbidden since I was a baby -- against the background of her utter familiarity. It was her smell, the texture of her skin, even her taste that added a layer of comforting familiarity -- the aura of her love. When I entered her, we didn't race to climax -- which surprised us both, I think. Instead, I took things slowly, and we elicited every sensation from our bond and I managed to master myself while exploring her every inner surface. THEN we moved on to an act with more urgency, but one where both of us were in control and every move was a deliberate effort to share pleasure with a loved one. When it was over -- when I'd spread my seed on the very field from which I had once been the harvest -- I could only look upon it as an ultimate act of love. Afterward, I slept like a baby in her arms. Now ... I wish we hadn't altered her. She isn't Mama any more ... In some ways, I'm sure that's a good thing, but despite the fact that she continues to offer her guidance and support -- and sex, even -- she's not the same. And that night of love can never be replicated. Maybe I'll feel better about it in a few days. Eleanor: Master authorized me to conduct searches and interviews; the AI assisted, showing me the things I needed to see in the CAP scores of the couples involved. This wasn't real simple; Master wanted to be able to have his way -- in every way -- with both -- or, with luck, all three -- of them. And with any luck, we wanted him to be able to repeat the process, including overcoming their weak resistance, multiple times. This wasn't about one person -- it was about an ensemble cast, each with a role to play... I spent most of Saturday morning looking -- and came up with the Brocks. The AI and I agreed that, properly handled, they would meet Master's needs for a time -- which was all anyone could hope for. I arranged for an interview in the late morning; if I came away from it believing that they were right for Master, we would schedule a second interview for him at his convenience. Knowing Master as I was beginning to, it might be three days later, after they'd stewed a bit ... When I arrived, the three of them looked surprised. "Where is the sponsor?" Janine, the mother, blurted. I affected the correct haughty attitude. "My master sent ME to ensure that his time isn't wasted. You will meet him once I know he will be pleased." "Oh." Janine replied shortly, somewhat taken aback. "All right. I'm Janine, this is..." "I have seen your video," I interrupted, waving it off. "I wish to interview you each alone." Janine had run the video, just as she was trying to run the interview; she was a pear-shaped, brown-skinned thirty-two year old bleached blonde with somewhat shapeless breasts in the 'D' or maybe 'DD' cup range. With those breasts supported by a decent bra, she probably had an eye-catching cleavage, but free-swinging, they looked like a couple of loaves of Italian bread hanging off her chest, pointed gently outward. The good news was that her nipples weren't QUITE at the bottom ... I have a lot less, but it's considerably better presented. She had a thin growth of mouse-brown pubes below her somewhat bulging belly -- just enough to give away the fact that her hair wasn't blonde, if the dark roots weren't already showing. Knowing Master, he would have a snide comment about THAT! "Um, okay," Janine replied, trying to recover. "Who first?" "Give me a moment and I'll let you know." I circled her, inspecting her without touching her as if she was livestock. "Hold still!" I snapped as she began turning with me. I'd seen a projection with the AI, but I still wanted to see it in real life. Janine's ass was probably her largest feature, but it wasn't TOTALLY ugly. It more or less matched everything else when you considered that it was part of why she was pear-shaped. She had heavy thighs, of course, but they weren't particularly ugly and flowed into merely muscular-looking calves. Her hands and feet were well-presented. Moving on, I examined Penny. Penny was nearly as tall as her mother, but better presented, probably because of her age. She had round, grapefruit breasts riding fairly high with the nipples in the right place. Penny was stocky but NOT pear-shaped; her hips didn't extend much if any past her shoulders and there was some indentation at her waist. She wasn't a fashion model by any means, but she had a decent shape and was womanly; her figure had more in common with mine than her mother's. The fluff below indicated that she wasn't coloring the curls above, and her hands and feet were nicely turned out; she also had a snub nose with a dusting of freckles. The AI said that if she'd been in a family on a colony world, she would have probably been allowed sex early, as she was ahead of the curve. I agreed -- she looked fifteen, not fourteen. She was ... ripe, like a Georgia peach -- just as her mother was a bit overripe ... The AI said she was making straight 'A's in concubine-track Sex Ed at school, too. Her father, on the other hand, had never ripened. Andrew 'Drew' Brock was a bit small everywhere -- including there -- and was balding and virtually hairless. He was a little pudgy and had small man-boobs. There wasn't a whole lot of personality there, either, I figured, given his CAP scores. Finishing my close-up of Drew, I announced, "I'll speak to Penny, first. Let's go next door." I led her next door and closed it, "AI, I don't want to be disturbed and I don't want Janine in here, in particular." "Acknowledged." "Kneel up, Hon," I directed. "You want to practice being perfect for my Master. He's going to want to train you to be the perfect concubine. Do you like sex?" "I haven't done vaginal sex," Penny related, blushing. "Next week, I was going to get a permission slip to have a sponsor-track student take my virginity in Sex Ed." "What HAVE you done?" "Well, oral -- that's nice. And anal -- I kinda like the prep, even with the cramps. I don't hurt a lot like some of the girls," Penny replied. "That's GREAT! Master is going to want to bring you along, open you up to every experience you can have; he wants you to be sensual," I told her. "Have you ever doubled up?" "Yes." She blushed. "Not in class." "Good." Switching subjects, I said, "Your mother doesn't seem any too sexual. I'm warning you -- Master is likely to be pretty firm with her until she starts really getting into things. I'm hoping that you and I can provide the examples of perfect obedience that she needs to succeed." "I'll do my very best!" Penny swore. "I'm sure you will, Hon. Now, as to your daddy..." I grimaced. "Master doesn't really have any need of him, obviously, and he'll be testing him -- HARD -- to ensure that he's going to get no trouble from him. I don't want you to fret over it -- it doesn't reflect on you." "I understand!" "I'm sure you do," I assured her. "Send in your momma, please." I waved her out. My opening salvo with Janine was, "You won't be sitting at the top of the totem pole in my Master's house." She eyed me. "That's up to him, isn't it?" I smiled. "Yes, it is -- but that won't help you. Penny isn't going to have any problems -- she has the proper attitude, and she has been in school for this. But you haven't, and you have bad habits." "You're just trying to secure YOUR position," Janine retorted. "If that was my job and I feared you, I would just tell Master that you were not acceptable," I replied, grinning like a shark. "Do you like sex, or is it just the price you pay to maintain your quality of life?" "Are you calling me a whore?" Janine gasped. "Most women are, Janine," I replied. "I was. It isn't money, directly, but it comes to the same thing. I don't think you've been paying much at all, lately ... Well, the rent will go up considerably if Master decides to accept you." "You don't know what goes on in my bedroom!" Janine protested. I just looked at her. After a moment, I moved on. "Penny won't need a lot of correction -- and Master is likely to use you as his object lesson, rather than damaging her directly by abusing her, since she is bright and willing. There is also the matter of your mate." "Drew?" "Surely you realize that my Master has no use for him. My Master will also be inclined to test him -- sorely -- to ensure that he is not going to be a problem in the household. You may be the focus of some of those tests -- again, because he may wish to preserve the purity of Penny's obedience." "Why are you telling me this -- to scare me?" Janine blustered. "Because my Master won't bother to explain," I replied. "He will just exercise his will. Unless I tell you, you will wonder why, on occasion. You may take my warning as you like -- but I have offered it." I waved at the door. "Please send in your mate." Janine glared at me and left; Master was going to have fun with her! In a moment, Drew came in. "Janine says..." "What does Janine say?" "That you're trying to scare us." "That's fair," I replied. "It's not accurate, exactly, but it's fair. You, in particular, need to understand this: My Master has no use for you." Drew flinched. "Part of the reason that the three of you have been selected is that you are the male least likely to challenge his authority -- but nonetheless, he will make your life hard until he is satisfied." "Hard how?" Drew croaked. I eyed him dispassionately. "Master is doing you a favor; if you are released by Janine and must live in an environment with a lot of male concubines who have no master or mistress and no women, you will BECOME a woman, for the purposes of one or more of those men. Surely you know this?" "I -- I..." Drew stammered. "Master is not a homosexual," I told him, "but then, neither would some of those others be. What would happen to you would be an exercise in dominance and submission -- you understand dominance and submission, don't you? I'm pretty sure Janine has presented it to you on any number of occasions..." Drew blushed. "That's rude..." "I am merely paving my Master's way," I replied blandly, "so you understand why you will be treated as you are. My Master will undoubtedly test you -- to include provoking you outrageously by doing things you will consider improper with Penny and Janine, and by direct embarrassment and humiliation and purely physical intimidation. It will likely be very difficult at first, until Master is satisfied, after which it may or may not slack off." "But he won't..." "I can make no prediction as to what he will or will not do," I cut him off. "Just because he is not a homosexual or a bisexual doesn't mean that he would not see the value in having you submit yourself to him, physically -- or even, perhaps, to someone else..." "What should I do?" Drew asked. "What you are told," I replied, "Without regard for what it is. You will most likely be ignored, generally, by my Master, once he is certain of you -- and that's better, maybe, than having a dozen boyfriends, don't you think?" I waved him out of the room and followed him into the main room. "Oh, Drew -- may I see your erection, please? Erect?" Drew blushed and looked at his mate and daughter. "I don't know if..." "Janine, would you assist?" I asked. Janine glared at Drew, then me. I turned to Penny and opened my mouth... "Oh, very well!" Janine erupted, and went over to kneel before her mate. She fiddled with his little weenie with her fingers for a moment, and when that failed, she deigned to take it into her mouth. "You don't offer this service to your mate regularly?" I asked, mock incredulously. "No..." Drew answered for her while she glared, his cock in her mouth. "Janine doesn't like it..." "THAT could be a problem..." I mused. Drew had erected, by then, in Janine's mouth, and she backed off; I estimated that it was just under five inches. "Thank you both. I'm going to relax a bit over there while you discuss whether you want to move forward with this or not..." I went to a corner of the room and settled into Attention, deliberately projecting the idea that this was what I -- and my Master -- considered to be relaxation. The trio withdrew to the far corner of the room and conversed in whispers. Janine was agitated, of course; Penny was enthusiastic -- and Drew fearful. I merely waited... They broke. "Okay, we're prepared to go forward," Janine announced. "I will contact my Master and see when it is convenient for him to interview you," I replied. "I should warn you that it is likely to be rude and intrusive -- which would be one of his little tests." I smiled. "Feel free to contact me should you get a better offer before Master's interview is scheduled." I gave them my link number and swept out, grinning to myself; chances were there would be no such offer, even if the women dispensed with Drew... ------- Chapter 61 Eleanor: Master reviewed the video footage of the entire process. "Bitch, you continue to amaze me!" he chuckled. "I couldn't have done better myself!" He stood there for almost a minute, frowning at me, cocking his head. Finally, he said, "This is against my better judgment, but ... AI!" "Troy Powers?" Oddly, the AI's mention of his name was my first exposure to it. So my Master's name was Troy... "I accept this woman, Eleanor Whatshername..." "Epstein," the AI supplied. "Yeah, whatever..." Master eyed me. "I accept," I blurted. "Duly recorded," the AI intoned. "Don't make me regret this," Master growled. "If you do, I'll find some way to fix it so you pull a train from here to the mess -- daily." "Yes, Master." I knew better than to smile. "Tell them Tuesday afternoon," Master directed. "We get in next Friday, I think ... No, maybe we'll need a fall-back position -- I don't want to cut it too close, in case we have to toss this bunch..." He mused a moment -- and maybe I was the only one who recognized that his impatience and anticipation were the hidden drivers, here... "Tomorrow. Tomorrow afternoon. Arrange it -- then get down to Medical. I'll tell them what I want." He shooed me off. I went into the next room and called the Brocks. "My Master will see you tomorrow afternoon. Is that convenient?" I watched Janine look irritated, then realize that she needed to adjust her attitude. "Yes. One o'clock?" "That's fine." "We'll reserve the same suite." "We'll see you there." I hung up, then headed out to check on Reggie. He was in the main room with Master. "Come here, Shit Bird," Master directed Reggie. "Grab my arm." Reggie came forward and grasped Master's forearm and Master hauled him into the air a bit. "See how long you can hang on. You kids need exercise -- besides your thumbs. All of you have big thumbs from video games -- and nothing else." Reggie, hanging from Master's forearm, was grinning from ear to ear. Master looked up at me. "I've got this. If I get bored, I'll hang him in a closet or something." I smiled, nodded, and withdrew, knowing that Master intended Reggie no harm -- and that Reggie was undoubtedly getting more attention from Master than he had ever managed from his own father. I went into the tube not knowing what I would emerge looking like -- and emerged not changed much. Master had every hair follicle below my eyebrows removed -- that was the first thing I noticed in the mirror. My breasts rode higher, and some stretch marks left over from Reggie were gone. I felt younger and looked younger and my hair was the same color at the roots as it was at the tips and was glossier and springier. Oddly, he hadn't shrunk me much; some cellulite was gone... "You're off to a good start," the medic announced. "By tomorrow, you'll be flushed out, pretty much, and regressed back to about twenty-five. Everything else is pretty minor, I think." I thanked her and went back to my Master. "Well?" he demanded, eyeing me in his truculent way. "Master, why didn't you... ?" I turned and looked down at my butt. "Shrink your ass?" Master chuckled. "I've gotten used to it. Besides, when I spank it or fuck it, I want it to jiggle, not be all tight." There didn't seem to be much to be said, so I said nothing, merely shrugging a bit in acceptance. "Go see if there is a playground or something on this tub," Master directed. "I'm serious about Reggie getting exercise. Be back for dinner." He waved me off. I went away smiling, thinking, 'He's just EEEVIL, my Master is... ' Maureen: "June?" I burbled, once the connection was established. "Maureen?" June was only allowing display from then neck up -- and she looked disheveled, but radiant. "How did it go?" "Today is the first day of my life as a REAL woman," June gushed. "I'm SOOO happy! Thank you!" The video panned back to show her sitting up naked in bed with Jesse Sayer's head on her lap. There was a clapping sound going on; at my prompting, the video panned left to display Barb playing some hand game with young Zachary. Clearly, they had moved in... "So, all is well?" "I think so." Unable to come up with anything intelligent to say, I finished up with, "Call me if you need anything." At Saturday's staff meeting, flush with my success, I planned to beard Decurion Tillotson for not having ANY concubines. THAT didn't work ... When I showed up at his office around noon, there was a curvy young Hispanic woman kneeling next to his chair. "Um, did you hire a temp?" I asked. The Decurion looked amused. "Not this time. This is Graciela Salazar. I've assumed responsibility for the entire Salazar family, which spans four generations of females. I'm mentoring young Javier Salazar, who is just over the border into sponsorship." "Four generations?" I sputtered. Nana Salazar is eighty or so," the Decurion related. "She's a dependent, technically, being too old to be a concubine. Graciela's mother Estrella is fifty-three, if I recall correctly. Graciela is somewhat younger than that, but older than she appears -- and her daughter Marisol is twelve." "That's quite a family..." I said faintly. "You'll be seeing a lot of Nana," the Decurion said, grinning, "I'm going to saddle you with her -- or maybe vice-versa -- because she's not only wise, she's devious. I think you'll learn a thing or two!" Gonzalo sat there grinning, too, so I guess he was in on the joke. After the meeting, I asked Momma, "Did you know about this?" "Nope," she replied, "I got blind-sided the same as you did. I had no idea. Just a few days ago he had nothing -- and no interest." Frieda: Nobody did poor Mack Friday night. I discovered the mistake Saturday morning at breakfast, but kept my big mouth shut; Tara and I had had 'the duty' the night before, leaving Beth and Keisha on deck. And since there were noises going around to the effect that Beth wasn't doing Mack without a direct order from Jack and Keisha is kind of shy, well... I pulled Tara aside and talked with her. We'd both taken it easy on Jack the night before -- well, for us, anyway. We'd gotten one ride apiece and the off girl had 'helped out.' I like Tara and I don't mind chewing her titties and she's a helluva clit-sucker and knows I like having my ass played with. She doesn't taste too bad, either... "Hey, nobody welcomed Mack to the family." "No shit? That sucks!" was Tara's response. "Well, Jack's letting Beth get away with being a one man woman and Keisha..." "Wouldn't be the first to volunteer," Tara finished. "She might after a pep talk though..." "Let's talk to Mack first," I suggested. "He may not be interested for one reason or another." Jack had gone out after breakfast -- with Beth. I kinda figured she was gonna get a talking to at some point... I took the lead; Tara hung back but was there for moral support. "Hey, Mack, I'm thinking that you didn't get much of a welcome to the family." Mack shrugged. "I didn't expect much, really. I'm just happy to be here -- for myself, and for Michael." "Well," I replied, "I still think you ought to have gotten a little something -- but Beth is seriously hooked on Jack and not looking for substitutes, and Keisha is a little shy. Tara and I, well, we were taking our turn, you know?" I cocked my head. "I bet if I let her know it was okay, Keisha might up something..." "I don't want anybody to feel obligated," Mack protested. "Too late!" I went to the door. "Keisha!" Keisha came lumbering in. I mean, she's the sweetest thing, but she's fucking huge, you know? "Yeah?" She looked from me to Mack and back. "Nobody took care of Mack last night," I accused. "Oh." Keisha looked at Mack. "I wasn't sure..." Mack threw out his hands. "Hey, I'm in no position to make demands!" "I just didn't figure you'd want any," Keisha mumbled. "Not of me, anyways." Mack cocked an eyebrow. "The way I understand it, if you have an itch, it's my job to scratch it if Jack isn't available. I don't see where I'd have a hard time getting motivated for any of you." Keisha frowned, looking thoughtful, and I realized that Mack had talked over her head. "He said he'd be happy to fuck you, Honey." Keisha's eyes popped. "OH! Okay! Maybe tonight, then..." "Who has the duty tonight?" I asked. "You and Beth," Keisha replied. "Jack was bitchin' that Beth and I damn near kill him..." "And I'm an improvement?" I was a little insulted! "Well, he's hopin'..." Keisha grinned. "I predict that you're gonna look like an Oreo tonight, Mack -- the white filling in a black pussy sandwich!" I chuckled. I managed to scandalize two of them; Tara just cackled. "Y'all want anything now?" Keisha asked. "I feel kinda bad; heck I coulda had you all to myself!" "It's okay, really!" Mack protested. "I wasn't expecting anything. Besides, I'm not used to getting sex every day..." The look on his face said he got a lot less than that. "Jack took a risk; do you know how I ended up here?" "I sense a story coming on!" I erupted. "Everybody, let's get some coffee and Mack can give us his life story!" Mack rolled his eyes. "THAT'LL take about eight seconds!" "Well, we can tell YOU some tales, too..." I offered. "Sure." He shrugged. A couple of minutes later, we were all relaxing on chairs in the living room. "You start, Mack," I cajoled. "There isn't much, really," Mack replied. "I married Vicky out of high school. We had Michael more or less right away, and then everything dropped off. I was in electronics repair. Vicky was in and out, sexually -- and it got worse when she turned up pregnant with Monica. Over time, she got ... abusive ... over our sex life. I suspected that she was sleeping around -- there were just a lot of odd things going on with her -- but I kept my head down for the kids' sake. Besides, it was my fault, apparently. Anyway, after we got picked up, she started flirting with a couple of other women's husbands and the next thing I knew, they were doing a threesome thing right in front of me and the kids! Things got a little -- acrimonious, I guess you'd describe it -- and everybody got canned for rape or assault. Then Jack showed up..." "Rape?" I raised a hand. "Vicky saw that she was going to get into trouble over the mess and lied about it, basically. She definitely started it, and if she wanted out at some point, it was probably only momentary. It was clear to me that she did it because she could, because she planned to split, and because she got a kick out of knifing me in the back..." Mack related. "Then what happened?" Keisha was all sympathy. "Jack showed up and put us all in different rooms and the AIs started interrogating me -- I'm pretty sure it was the same for the others," Mack replied. "Vicky rolled over pretty quick, I guess. The AIs see EVERYTHING -- did you know that? Anyway, Vicky admitted what she was up to -- including cuckolding me and the fact that Monica isn't mine, even. I guess Jack was pretty disgusted with her. Anyway, he separated us, and he separated the other two couples. I guess to punish Vicky, he went over how fucked they were with the other two guys and then sicced them on her. I saw the video; one of them was a real rough rider -- beat the shit out of her and then fucked her in the ass. The other guy seemed happy just taking leftovers. Funny thing was, it seemed like she got off on it. Now I'm sort of wondering..." Tara cocked her head. "What, Baby?" "Maybe it wasn't the sex, per se," Mack mused. "Maybe I was just too gentle." Tara looked sympathetic. "It happens, Baby. When we fuck -- I'm telling you up-front, so you know -- you can use me like toilet paper. I actually like it. You would think being a black woman that the idea of being a slave wouldn't be big with me, but I'm not wired right, or something -- I like being used. If I even look at you crooked, you just grab you a piece -- shake me, beat my ass, choke me with your cock -- and don't worry about it, Baby -- I like it!" Mack shook his head. "I don't know if I can do that." I eyed him. "Mack, I think you're a real nice guy -- but sometimes, you need to let yourself go, you know? You can do that with Tara -- get even with Vicky and get it out of your system. You won't upset her -- she REALLY likes it!" Mack looked troubled. "I'll think about it." Realizing what was up, I pressed, "You think you'll go overboard, don't you?" Mack eyed me, considering. "Yes." "Don't sweat it, Sweetie. I'll ride shotgun, if you like. You can go nuts until I step in. I'm good at these things," I assured him. Mack nodded. "I'll ... think about it." "She had you thinking you couldn't fuck, didn't she?" I guessed. "Yeah." "It was all about the extras, I bet. That happens," I consoled him. "People lie about such things -- or don't even tell their spouse -- and shit happens. If you'd known, you probably could have fixed it." "Maybe." Mack's eyes were hooded. "Is there more?" I asked. "Yeah." Mack smiled. "Jack has some weird ideas of punishment. He told the other guys' women that if they wanted, they should have sex with me and it would be videoed -- and he would MAKE their men watch it -- several times." "So you got laid, Baby?" Tara chuckled. "Yeah, one of them did me twice," Mack replied. "The other one didn't seem comfortable with the idea." "Twice, huh? You don't sound busted to me..." Keisha offered. Mack grinned. "Maybe not. That's my tale -- NEXT!" "You got a chunk of mine already," Tara replied. "I was married, but he walked, after three kids. I had this thing -- and like Frieda said, I didn't really let it out, so I never really got what I was looking for. My old man -- he took advantage of some parts -- like the fact that I didn't bitch a lot when he came home smelling like some other woman -- but he never really picked up on the whole deal, you know? He just wandered out the door one day and didn't come back ... My boss was sticking a dick in me occasionally at work, because he discovered I would let him -- and he wasn't real nice about it, and that was okay, too ... Then Jack came along one night with Beth and Frieda -- who I knew as customers -- but things went wild and I found myself sitting at their table and spilling my guts..." I grinned. "There were just these indications that you weren't saying everything you wanted to..." "Nobody else ever saw them," Tara muttered, flicking a glance at me. "We were talking about my kids, and suddenly Frieda goes, 'So how long have you been fucking the bartender?' I nearly fell out of my chair! A couple of days later, they were back -- and Jack just pulled a dog collar out of a bag and put it on the table. The rest is history, as they say." Mack looked at Keisha and me. Keisha erupted, "I was Tara's babysitter on nights that she worked. One night, she comes boiling in the house with Beth and Beth's momma and Frieda, all in identical filmy night things, and says, 'I'm gone. If you wanna go, too, go out to the living room and talk to the guy.' I figgered lookin' like I do, I didn't have a snowball's chance in Hell, but Jack said he was lookin' for mamas, not beauty queens -- so here I am..." Mack's regard swung to me. I shrugged. "Beth and I were like sisters -- with me being the older, wiser one..." "How old ARE you, anyway?" Mack interrupted. "I'm twenty-three," I replied. "I'm a late bloomer, despite the fact that I started having sex at, like, eight..." "Whoa!" Mack gasped. "Say that again?" "My Stepdaddy's brother was a pedophile," I replied. "The nice type, who just has fun with little girls while giving them fun, too. Unfortunately, Stepdaddy wasn't the nice type. I don't think he was a pedophile, either -- at least, not at the start -- I was a slut and he was pissed about it and he used me -- more or less as punishment -- but then he got into it. Uncle Bart never hurt me and I don't think he would have ever damaged me, mentally or physically; we were just sucking each other and rubbing each other off. Stepdaddy, though, wanted things -- like my ass..." I paused, remembering. "After it was over, I just didn't feel like growing up for a while..." Mack looked sad. "That sucks." I cocked my head. "Well, it did and it didn't. I hear about pedophiles on the radio and TV and what terrible things they supposedly do -- and I wonder if a lot of them aren't like Uncle Bart. He NEVER hurt me -- we were just playing, you know? He never tried to get into my pussy or my ass with anything but his tongue. I had a GREAT time with him! Stepdaddy, though, was a bastard -- all the way around. He wasn't a bastard because he was a pedophile, he was a pedophile because he was a bastard. It took him abusing me -- in plain sight, with threats of pimping both me and Momma out -- for Momma to finally see it." I sighed. "Anyway, Jack knows all about my lumps and bumps -- he seemed to up-front, almost. I'm here because I'm Beth's best friend and smarter little sister, not because Jack ever confessed his undying love for me. In fact, that's what I like about Jack -- he doesn't pull any punches. All the time Stepdaddy was calling me a slut and a whore, he had poor Uncle Bart trying to convince me he loved me -- something he couldn't do himself, because even at eight I knew an asshole when I saw one. So when Jack said to me, 'No promises, but love might come later, ' I was good to go..." I sniffled a little; I get worked up over the way my childhood turned out. Mack was all sympathy, of course -- which is the quick way to get me to shrug it off; I don't need to be felt sorry for. He saw THAT right away, and merely nodded and didn't say anything. Very perceptive, is our Mack. He was popping an erection; he had been, off and on, throughout the conversation. It was a nice one, too -- no surprise if Jack expected him to take care of our action. Keisha started eyeballing it, "Hey, Mack, you don't think maybe you could spare any right now, could you?" "I'm sure it wouldn't hurt me any..." Mack mused. "You don't have to because you think you owe me..." "What if it's because I like what I'm seein'?" Keisha retorted. "That's not a problem," Mack replied, chuckling. "No problem at all..." I don't think he was prepared for just how fast Keisha moved; she was on her knees with her head between his legs before anybody could blink! She rolled those lips of hers over his dick and he went, "UUUUHHH!" and his hands went from trying to push her away in surprise to holding her head. I let out a cackle as he turned to me and said, "DAMN!" Keisha is just a natural cocksucker; Mack found THAT out REAL FAST! I watched his legs straighten out and he flopped back, straightening out, looking at the ceiling and not seeing it while he made faces and I knew he was gonna blow in record time! He was trying to be nice to her, but he couldn't let go of her head, so he kind of just rubbed her hair; in less than a minute, he was gasping, "Shit! Shit! Shit! I'm gonna..." Then he REALLY locked up, and Keisha went "Ummmmm!" and stopped to swallow. Mack flopped back like a puppet with cut strings, but he got his shit together fairly quickly and sat up, looking for something nice to do for Keisha -- and ended up rubbing her back. "That was real impressive for me," Mack croaked, "but probably not for you!" "Oh, I dunno," Keisha muttered. "You be still hard..." She started fisting him. "I'm all wet now. I'm gonna flop back here on the floor; you jus' crawl on, okay?" "Yeah, sure..." Mack looked at Tara and I. Tara grinned. "Don't mind us, Baby -- you're gonna have two pussies in sight probably all the time, so you might as well get used to it!" Mack dropped out of the chair on his knees and crawled between Keisha's big thighs. He had another surprise coming, and Keisha wasn't slow about delivering it; he settled in and pushed inside her and she said, "Yeah ... Come on..." and crossed her ankles over the saddle of his back. "Yeah! Rub my nipples, please? Uh huh ... Uh huh ... Yeah, do it! Fuck me!" She put her feet back down at that point so she could start throwing her pussy up at him and Mack looked up at Tara, surprised; Keisha was already pushing him for more speed, more power! "Fuck her like you mean it, Baby!" Tara yelled, cackling, "Keisha likes her dick hard and fast! You can't hurt that shit! Screw it!" Mack didn't fuck around; at that point, he got totally with the program, and somehow he managed to get ahead of Keisha after all! If I wanted to crack walnuts, all I would have needed to do was drop one on Keisha's pussy -- that's how hard they were going at it! The sounds of them coming together made me flinch! In a minute or so, Keisha got big eyes and went, "OOOOOHHHHH SHIT!" and hunched up and you could tell Mack was poking her right where she wanted it from the howl she let out with! Mack got this feral grin on his face and I knew that any worries he had over his ability to fuck had blown right out the window as he kept pounding while Keisha arched herself up off the floor to take him deep... He got through it and kept her rolling -- right up to the point where she went nuts on him the second time -- then he let her have it; I'd circled around and Tara and I were in prime locations to see the white goo foam out around his dick. Keisha chanted, "Yeah! Yeah! Gimme! Gimme!" bucking under him like a bronco! When he got done, Mack settled back on his heels, puffing and blowing. Tara stepped up beside him and got this snooty expression on her face and waved a finger like she was Paris Hilton or something and said, "I'll have one of THOSE this evening at bedtime -- and if Keisha wants any more, she can wait until I'm done!" I cracked up! Tara lost it, snorting, when I did, and Mack grinned from ear to ear. We were gonna be just fine... Jack: Down in Colonist Control, I got a look at the figures for who got picked up and who didn't -- and I didn't like them a helluva lot. I called Mark and Vera and Maureen and Gonzalo -- and they didn't, either. Gonzalo said, "We were hoping things wouldn't deteriorate this quickly." "Yeah, no kidding," I grunted. Women were dumping their mates left and right -- and the result was an ALREADY disaffected group of males that we had no real use for. I waited until noon, and then got on the horn to all the public areas. "Your attention please -- sponsors in particular! A couple of days ago, we had an ugly little demo -- and it seems to have backfired! What we were ATTEMPTING to do was to provide a cautionary tale for male concubines regarding what they might UNREASONABLY expect to have to put up with. It was SUPPOSED to make sponsor's lives easier by reminding male concubines that they were no longer in charge of their erstwhile mates and that they shouldn't get any foolish ideas about interfering with their sponsor's right to do as he or she pleased with her. It was NOT supposed to fuck up a whole lot of families because one or the other parent took a look and said 'I can't handle that' or 'you can't handle that' as the case may be. It was ALSO NOT supposed to be a presentation of the operating model for concubine families! People, we're trying to PRESERVE the family unit here, not shred it! There are things a male concubine can do for you besides be your personal whipping boy -- and you need to pull your collective heads out of your asses and THINK about them!" Taking a breath, I continued. "On Nuevo Angelino, the Support Directorate expects that fifty percent or so of your concubines should be doing some kind of work for them in colony support functions at any one time -- has it occurred to ANY of you that this might be more convenient or productive if that fifty percent was male? That means Momma stays home and raises the kids and Daddy trots off to work -- what a novel idea! I, personally, have taken on a single male concubine with a son -- and his purpose under my roof is to backstop me with however many of my women who get horny while I'm tied up, one way or another. Now, I know that a lot of you are gonna want to put limits on such things -- but Hell, most of the women were on birth control, anyway, back on Earth ... Just because the rest of her kids are gonna have your genes doesn't mean he can't get a little periodically ... In my case, I'm not sure I'm going to set that limitation; we'll have to see. For now, for my male, the rule is that he can't demand, but he can accommodate any request..." "Navy guys go on cruises," I added, "and you tend to leave a woman or two at home without anything but tongues available. I figure that probably sucks, don't you? Concubines get into trouble like that -- wouldn't it be better if you KNEW who she was sleeping with? If she fucks up, you'll find out -- the AI will CERTAINLY mention such things -- but you can avoid the hassle by leaving them a supply and being a little open-minded." "Most concubines get picked up and they make a conscious decision at that point to dump the old man -- but that didn't happen here! We picked up COUPLES -- and it stands to reason that your new female concubine will be a lot happier with you if you don't MAKE her drop the father of her current crop of children like a hot rock!" "Female concubines! I'm gonna ask you to try to hold on to the old man for a couple more days. We pretty much assume that you must have loved the galoot -- give it the old college try! Male concubines -- what you saw represents the extremes, not the norm! Negotiate with a sponsor -- find out his or her expectations -- THEN, if you can't deal and Momma insists that this is the one, well, at least everybody tried ... I'm kicking every male who reported to the Bachelor Male Concubine Quarters in the past twenty-four hours out -- go back to Momma and hang out for another couple of days -- see what happens. Last, but not least, sponsors -- grow the fuck up! How many women can you service simultaneously, anyway? You get extras for taking on a family -- you're going to need the help..." I paused for a second, decided that was enough, and said so. "That is all." "Quite the little homily," Mark grinned. "Yeah, well, it was unstructured, but needed, I think." I turned to the watch officer. "Send the males who were dumped out in the past twenty-four hours home." The watch officer rolled his eyes, but said, "Aye, Sir." I didn't blame him -- it could get to be work. "What if they insist?" "We're going to want to know why," I replied. "Real bailouts should have happened already. Send 'em to me. No, send 'em to Mark!" "Hey!" Mark erupted. "You've got the staff," I retorted. "Why should I do your job for you?" Mark glared at me for a moment, then grunted, "Send them to Cuatrecasas -- with overflow to Hopkins the Younger." Mark looked thoughtful for a moment. "In fact, have Hopkins the Elder review all entries to the BMC group since Sunday and forward questionables to Cuatrecasas and Hopkins the Younger. Work backwards. Interview both sides to see why they split." He eyed me. "You're right, of course; the Evans incident had unexpected consequences -- and they go beyond anything we might have gained." He went back to communications. "Hopkins the Elder, please, AI. Vera? When you go through the list, have the AI flag women who got selected after dumping their partners -- I'm going to want to talk to the sponsor. We should check all three pieces of those." I nodded. "I TOLD them it was heavy-handed!" ------- Chapter 62 Mark: My first instinct was to be irritated at Jack -- but he was right, so I put the team on it. We talked to the males and we talked to the females and in nine out of ten cases, the couples went back together. It was a long afternoon, though, for all of us. Young Maureen -- Hopkins the Younger -- had her boy toy Tony with her -- which was a help, as it was evidence that there WERE good deals out there. Hopkins the Elder -- Slut Vera, the whorehouse madam -- collected the black man she owned and trotted him around with her. She's colorblind, and I'm colorblind, but I wondered how many of her audience were. Still he's a nice enough fellow -- very personable. I think he started out pretty old... The woman Bernice -- the one with the addictions -- got pretty whiney as the Bachelor Male Concubine Quarters emptied; I couldn't blame her, really -- the leftovers were there for a reason, if you know what I mean. There were damned few of them, but they were the dregs -- then again, she was no great shakes, either. I met the sister -- one Jolene Wells; they weren't a lot alike. Jolene oozed character, while Bernice was a vacuum where personality was concerned. By dinner time, I was doing my usual audit of a third of the colonist messes, Graciela in tow, reflecting how different my afternoon and my morning had been. The morning had been pleasant -- taking my women down to Medical and regressing them to their twenties in two cases and late thirties in the third -- although Nana didn't get a restart of her reproductive system, the medics managed to push her age down into a range where it WAS operational on the first pass. Apparently, there is a window of several years while the shutdown occurs more or less gradually, and they were able to take her as far as the low end -- something in the order of thirty-eight and a half in Nana's case. It was plenty far enough to make her toothsome. Her face was young again, but the expressions that flickered across it were pure Nana; she knew when she got out of the tube that she wasn't going to have any trouble finding my bed, damn her, and it showed on her face... The afternoon had been a series of uncomfortable interviews. "Is this true or not? Can you do this to me?" "Well, yes, in extreme cases..." "So I'm just supposed to roll the dice? This is any time after a sponsor takes me on, right?" "Would YOU do that to another man? You would? You're kidding, right?" I found it amazing how many men stopped to think -- hard -- about that last question. They would stand there and tell you how godawful the rules were -- and then when you asked them if THEY would apply them if THEY were in charge, they'd get all quiet and thoughtful -- and, in many cases, embarrassed. It seemed that it was more about who was on top than the rules for those on the bottom; the rules were okay, as long as they applied to someone else ... No wonder the Darjee wanted to limit their exposure to 'human nature' -- sometimes I did, too... I had new quarters -- identical to my old quarters, at base, but with several additions to accommodate Javier and our women. I include Marisol in that group, because she kept making it clear that she did -- or she would as soon as anyone allowed it. The crowd bothered me, seriously; I just wasn't used to having multiple people occupying my private space. Nana detected the problem and announced, "Marcus needs his privacy. We will make him a study -- and EVERYONE will stay out of it unless invited! Now shoo!" She ran everyone out of the living room and said, "Have the AI call one of us if you need anything." Of course, twenty minutes later, I was lonely. "AI, have someone bring me in a glass of wine." Two minutes later, the door opened behind me and bare feet padded in. I pretended to be absorbed in a report, but grasped the wrist of the hand that placed the glass on my desk. At that point, I looked up into the owner's eyes -- Nana's eyes. She was quick. "The glass was an excuse, wasn't it? I'll send in someone more comely." I sighed. "Or not. Come here. Try not to jump my bones." I pulled her into my lap, imagining doing similar with her in her original form. "Don't beat me with your cane, Nana." "Sometimes I wonder where it is..." she muttered. This is better, I think," I murmured, hefting a globular breast. Nana was built more like Graciela than her daughter -- and at her apparent age, she was ample, everywhere. Thinking about it, I remembered that it was Vera who had changed my perception of what was desirable in a woman. "If you don't want me to act like a harlot, don't maul those too much," Nana murmured. "That's fair." I let go. "Perhaps, but not REALLY what I desired," Nana replied softly. "Don't confuse me -- I'm only a man," I growled. Nana tittered -- something I'd have never guessed she could do. We sat in silence for a few minutes; I caressed areas rated 'G', mostly. Finally, she broke the silence. "What's wrong?" "I'm just ... confused. So many changes..." I muttered. "Yes..." She rubbed my arm. Sex was an option -- but not one I wanted to pursue. Nana seemed to know that. "You need to relax. No one in the family is here to bite you." "I already have your teeth marks!" I replied, grinning. "Yes, well, I've gotten my fill of your blood, for now," she teased. "A bath, perhaps? Some nice, warm water?" I remembered a recent evening. "AI, is there a whirlpool or a sauna available locally?" "At the end of the corridor. Approximately forty-five meters," the voice in the air answered. "Gather the clan, Nana," I said, boosting her off my lap. "We'll all go." "Drink some wine," Nana sparked. "I don't want the girls thinking dark thoughts!" I laughed as she swept out. ------- Fifteen minutes later, Estrella was helping me pull the cover off the hot tub. It was bubbling in no time; I settled into it and let myself go. Javier and Marisol wandered around, finding the showers, the steam room, and the sauna while Estrella sat on my left and Graciela on my right and Nana watched, her eyes hooded, from across the pool. Clearly, she had warned her daughter and granddaughter that this was about relaxation and not sex; I cuddled them both to me, but neither of them reached for my cock. I wondered if my problem was buyer's remorse -- but really, given what I had, how could I be unhappy? I think I was waving bachelorhood goodbye... After fifteen minutes, I broke my own injunction and took one of Graciela's round orbs, and one of Estrella's pointed cones in my hands to play with. Graciela purred and Estrella turned her head and began to suck on my neck. Nana seemed to grow fangs; she came across the tub and grasped my cock under the water and began to masturbate me using a twisting stroke where her hands counter-rotated on my shaft. "This will relax you," she declared. I groaned. The hot water had me ultra-sensitive, and Nana knew EXACTLY what she was doing; I lasted less than a minute before the water showed a white contaminant. "How was that?" she asked, obviously pleased with herself. "Wonderful, but someone is going to come up short, later," I replied, sighing. "Tomorrow is another day," Nana replied, lightly. "I guess it is. Time to get hot and dry," I announced. I got up and got out, grabbing a towel. All three women followed me, but Graciela didn't like the sauna. "It's hot! Why do this?" "You sweat out the poisons of the day," Nana replied. "Go on -- watch the children. Marcus will want for nothing." The three of us entered and I stretched out my towel on the upper bench. Nana settled beside me and Estrella took the lower bench. "She is fully American, that girl," Nana muttered, "born to air conditioning." "And too lazy for gymnasiums," Estrella agreed as she tucked herself between my legs. I tried to ignore her, enjoying the dry heat, but her hair tickled and my cock elongated beside her face. Then she was licking it, then fondling my balls, then sucking ... My lassitude evaporated, leaving me with an urgency; Estrella stretched out on the lower bench and pulled me between her legs by my cock and suddenly I was burning my knees on the hot wooden seat, while I sheathed myself inside her. Nana laughed, "Graciela will be jealous!" I just got my knees on the towel and let Estrella suck me into her depths and her embrace. Only crazy people who want a heart attack fuck fast in a dry sauna; we took our time, something Estrella does exceedingly well. Nana stretched out on the upper bench beside us and caressed my back and ass while I humped myself into her daughter at a measured pace that fulfilled both our needs. I was fresh off Nana's masturbation session and thus in no hurry; the timer on the sauna dinged to let us know that fifteen minutes had elapsed before I let Estrella's third orgasm pull mine from me. I looked up to see Graciela looking in the little window in the door, frowning; Nana merely waved a finger at her in admonition. "More bubbles!" I croaked, crawling off Estrella; we adjourned to the tub under Graciela's wary gaze. "I thought we weren't doing that?" she groused. "It was a spur of the moment thing," I replied, unaffected. "No one seduced anybody -- it just happened." Javier and Marisol were in the tub, making it a good bit more crowded than it was. "What happened?" Javier asked. "Sex," I replied, and left it at that. "And I missed it?" Marisol crossed her arms and frowned. "It will happen again often enough," I told her. "Cherish your innocence -- anybody can be an old slut..." Two of the three adult females took exception; the eldest abstained, grinning. Javier laughed at the expressions on their faces and they settled down. We didn't stay in long; after only a few minutes, it was off to the showers after replacing the tub cover. There were plenty of bodies available for soapy games, so we played them, then headed home, all of us buck naked in the corridors. I took Nana to bed, surprising the others -- to sleep. Cuddled against me, she whispered, "You will make me beg, won't you, Marcus?" "I owe you," I replied. "I will hold out as long as I can," she insisted, "I'm a proud woman!" "You'll still lose," I chuckled. "Go to sleep, old woman." ------- In the morning, everyone wanted to know if we'd done anything; Nana smiled ruefully and shook her head, which caused some feminine outrage. Javier, on the other hand, understood immediately. When he asked me what was going on, I replied, "Nana won the war -- you would begrudge me a battle? How am I to maintain any control of things?" Javier nodded. "Right." Two minutes later, Marisol asked him, "What is wrong with Nana?" Javier replied, "This isn't about whether Nana is desirable -- it's about who is the man and who is not. Nana knows what she must do." Three female heads rotated to Nana. "He is right. I am the matriarch -- but I am NOT the patriarch. Marcus and I are engaged in a battle of wills." That got ME everyone's attention. "You don't REALLY think I find Nana undesirable, do you? When she comes to me, this will all be settled." "Or when he comes to me..." Nana retorted, her eyebrow arched. She was Estrella's mother, all right. Heads swung back to me. I just shrugged. "Breakfast, anyone?" As everyone started for the door, I turned to Nana and upped the ante, "In public." Nana stood there, trying to hide a smile, "Oh, of course!" I waved at the door. "Shall we?" Farris: Saturday, I kept my head down and my mouth shut. At breakfast, I arrived quietly, without my usual fanfare announcement of my presence. Several people made to leave, but most settled back into place when I greeted them with a mere nod. Others discovered me later; I noticed several double-takes over the next few minutes. It was embarrassing, actually; clearly, I'd been leading with my mouth and unable to see around it. Harriet was right, too -- my powers of observation were decidedly lacking while my mouth was open. I discovered a number of things that morning by the simple expedient of OBSERVING, rather than spending all of my time generating my next pithy comment. At lunch, I did the same thing -- and there were few evacuations. I kept my mouth shut until Cynthia, our old receptionist, started going on and on about young Antonio. "Did you SEE what Doctor Chambers has DONE to him? Why couldn't he just take another girl? It's godawful -- that's what it is!" There were several murmurs of agreement. Having been in several meetings of the senior staff, I'd seen the metamorphosis -- and the results. "I don't think this is a case of Dr. Chambers having done something TO Antonio, but rather FOR him," I said -- quietly, for me. Cynthia turned wide eyes on me. "How can you say that? The doctor is turning that nice young man into one of those TV things!" "Have you discussed it with Toni?" I asked. "Why, no!" Cynthia gave a little shudder. "I really can't..." "Then I submit that you are unaware of the facts, Cynthia," I said mildly. "I have had repeated contact with Toni during the metamorphosis, and I can tell you plainly that he -- she -- is ecstatic! Were you aware that Antonio was functionally gay?" "Gay?" Cynthia looked as if I'd stabbed her. An imaginary lover just went 'POP!' in her head, no doubt. "Well, I'd wondered," she admitted. "I'm not a psychologist, but from what I've been seeing and hearing, it went deeper than that. Antonio was struggling with a disparity between his physical structure and his personality. Mentally, Antonio was -- or wanted to be -- female," I related. "How would Doctor Chambers know that?" Cynthia asked, wide-eyed. I struggled with myself -- and lost. Rolling my eyes, I said, "Cynthia, are you REALLY that naive?" Cynthia blinked. "What?" I sighed. "Someone help me, here. I've reached the limits of the new me. I'm afraid I'm about to fall into old bad habits." June Mortensen, who had appeared at the table looking vivacious with a young couple and a little boy in tow, said gently, "Cynthia, Dr. Chambers is bisexual. He and Antonio have been very quietly pursuing an affair for some time." Cynthia, wide-eyed, said, "EWWWW! Does Peg know?" I covered my face with my hands. June actually tittered! "You know, Farris, there ARE limits..." "There certainly are!" Harriet erupted from where she had settled two seats over. "Cynthia, how dense and prejudiced ARE you? Of COURSE Peg knows! I swear to God! Some people live in a little box and refuse to open the lid and look out for fear they will learn something!" "Gently, Harriet," I murmured. Turning to Cynthia, I said, "If you discuss the situation with Toni, I think you will end up happy for her. She is VERY pleased with the outcome and VERY willing to discuss the details and her feelings about it!" "She's obviously brainwashed," Cynthia posited. "Besides, 'she' is not a 'she!' She's a ... chick with a dick!" "Actually," I corrected Cynthia, "she is more hermaphroditic. As I understand it, she's growing a vagina." "She's WHAT?" Cynthia gasped. "I've said too much," I said quietly. "This is Toni's business -- and Peg's and Dr. Chambers' -- and not mine -- OR yours!" "I can NOT..." Cynthia muttered, flustered. I turned away, refusing to be further baited. June turned to me, "So tell us about the new Farris!" she cajoled. "I've recently been delivered a wake-up call," I replied. "Due to my thick-headedness, it was necessary to couch it pretty baldly -- more so than the efforts in the past of several of you who tried, but whom I ignored -- but a volunteer stepped up and managed to poke a hole in the wall of my arrogance and push a communications device through it." "So who was this saint?" someone asked. "I'm sure the individual concerned would prefer to remain anonymous," I replied, "but I DO appreciate the effort. I've discovered that however keen my powers of observation are in my chosen field, I was failing miserably to deploy them in the area of interpersonal relations -- even if I DID manage to detect young Toni's condition." Doctor Hopkins and his entourage were present -- minus the women who were sponsors; apparently they had some urgent demands on their time, because they'd departed rather hastily after Lieutenant Harper harangued the sponsors about how male concubines SHOULD be treated. Young Britney looked up and said, "I just think that you were working very hard to obtain some deserved recognition -- but such things come on their own much more quickly when they're not being forced." "Perhaps," I murmured, looking away. "When you're decidedly average in most visible ways and getting nothing in the way of attention, there is a temptation to point up one's quantifiable signs of distinction," Doctor Patterson pointed out. "It's only natural." Embarrassed beyond my ability to deal with it equably, I covered my face. "That was harsh!" Harriet's voice erupted. "It wasn't meant to be," Rhonda Patterson replied. "I apologize, Farris." "It's descriptive," I croaked. "Well, I certainly approve of the new Farris," Rhonda declared. I took a breath and got control of my features. "It's not always easy -- especially when presented with sources of provocation like Cynthia..." "Well!" Cynthia shook her bleached-blonde locks and got up in a huff. "I don't have to put up with THIS!" "True enough," someone snickered. "I am working on not falling back on bad habits," I continued. "To that end, I've appointed Harriet the guardian of my tongue." Someone snorted, "Harriet! That's rich! The odd couple..." Something about that comment struck me, forcibly. "That seems rude..." I growled. "I apologize, Harriet, for exposing you to that." "I've had worse, Farris -- and earned it," Harriet replied ruefully. "He's probably right -- I'm a little heavy-handed." There were more snorts. I glared around the table, silencing them. "Okay, a LOT heavy-handed!" Harriet chuckled. "Not that some of you don't need it!" There were chuckles. That more or less ended that particular conversation thread and I settled back into silence -- and stayed that way until lunch was over. Harriet: After lunch, I followed Farris to his quarters again -- only this time, he wasn't aware of it. I caught up at his door and called, "Farris!" "Yes?" He turned around, surprised. "Thanks for sticking up for me in there." "I apologize for exposing you to ridicule; it was unintentional," he replied. "It wasn't your fault," I replied, absolving him, and turned to leave. "Harriet..." I turned back and frowned. He was going to get stupid... "Farris..." "Hear me out," he insisted. "I just wanted to say that I had a good time. If you should ... feel the urge again, I would undoubtedly be amenable." I rolled my eyes. "Thanks, Farris." I headed off, amazed at his foolishness. While it was nice to know that one man in the known universe considered me to be a decent sex partner, what was he thinking? Any day, I was going to collect a sponsor -- and that sponsor would UNDOUBTEDLY take a dim view of me trotting up to Farris' place to bounce on his kielbasa ... Farris still had a lot to learn, despite being somewhat sweet, once you got past his insufferable posturing. Clearly, he knew NOTHING about women... Trinity (Cromwell) Rawlins: So we're all sitting around at lunch on Saturday, and that Lieutenant guy turns up on the monitors and harangues everybody about trying to keep families together. Now, from how I understand it, this was the main group from the big school pickup, not us -- we're all here ('we' being me, my sister Felicity and her sponsor/husband/mate Bernie, their kids Susan, Jerry, and Patty, and Susan's girlfriend turned concubine Harrah) from the Brinkman Foundation pickup, since Bernie was their IT guy and has a LOT more brains than he has common sense. Lately, we've been hanging out with a couple with two kids from the other group, though -- a sponsor named Eugene Bradley and his mate/concubine Kathy and their two kids, Gina and Ellen. Gina and Patty are coincidentally about the same age, and I think Patty is benefitting, because Sis has backed off on some of her overprotective crap; you'd have thought Patty was four ... Anyway, Bernie goes, "Jeez, I hope he's kidding! I can't POSSIBLY take on another woman!" Poor Bernie -- he's been flat out for a week, since he's got Sis and I and Harrah -- and Susan is thirteen and VERY curious ... Every night, I've been teaching Harrah and Susan little tricks I learned to keep the wild animals happy -- and Sis has been nodding and looking wise for the girls -- and learning, herself, too, because it's all stuff she never had to resort to ... Bernie went down to Medical and got his libido jacked up, but it's STILL four to one -- well, three and a half, anyway, since Susan isn't allowed vaginal sex yet. Gene looked up, unhappy, and said, "He probably means us." Kathy looked even MORE unhappy; she's been doing the one man woman thing and sooner or later it's gonna bite her. Gene isn't stupid by any stretch, and he's been looking -- and Kathy HATES that! "How many are you supposed to have?" Bernie asked. "Four. IF I don't get a couple," Gene replied. The look on Kathy's face said the whole subject was bad news -- but she was fucked, so I decided to help a little. Nudging Sis, I whispered, "We need to talk to Kathy." Sis just nodded, so I took it up with Bernie and Gene, "Hey, guys -- can we go off over there for a little girl-talk?" They shared a look, but they had things to talk about, too... "Yeah, sure," Gene nodded. Bernie gave me permission with his eyes. "Come on, Kath..." I dragged the pair of them off, signaling Harrah and Susan to hang tough with the kids. Harrah was a co-conspirator at this point -- I'd done her some big favors and she knew it -- so she gave me the nod right away. Susan didn't bitch because Harrah didn't. We plopped down about two tables over. "So, Kath, how long do you figure you've got?" "What?" Kathy's eyes bugged. "Lookit," I explained, "If Gene can do four, you are NOT gonna win this! Two, maybe -- but four? They won't LET him go three short! Gene's a nerd anyway -- he can't AFFORD to look pussy-whipped! One day real soon he's gonna wander out the door and come back with two or three women -- and when he does, if you make a big enough fuss YOU'LL be gone!" Kathy burst into tears. "But we're MARRIED!" she wailed. "Till death..." "Okay, so the direction you're headed that's how it's gonna happen," I retorted brutally, "You're gonna make a big, fat fuss and do something stupid and end up DEAD!" Kathy recoiled as if she'd been slapped. "Lookit -- have you been listening AT ALL during orientation? YOU ARE NO LONGER MARRIED! Your grip on Gene is Gina and Ellen -- and the fact that you got there first -- but he can replace you as caregiver for the girls, and if you embarrass him enough he'll HAVE to!" "What do I do?" Kathy blubbered. "First, you get it through your head that having another woman under the roof isn't such a bad idea," I counseled her. "Sis, has this whole thing damaged you any, do you figure?" "No..." Sis mused. "Actually, it's been a learning experience. There are a lot of extra hands to help with the kids and, well, I've learned a few things that have made the nights more fun..." She pinked up a little. "For one thing, it's nice knowing that nobody is gonna throw the door open and yell 'Mommy!' when I'm about to..." Sis really isn't ready yet to talk about it that bluntly; she shut up, bright red in the face. "Sis makes a couple of real good points, here," I pointed out. "In the first place, you KNOW you're gonna have a shitload more kids, right?" "Yeah, I guess," Kathy said warily. "And let me guess," I continued, "you stopped at two because it's a lot of work..." "Well..." "Okay, then. So if you bring in a gifted momma type won't that make life easier? You know -- a built-in nanny -- or two?" Kathy looked thoughtful. "As to the other thing -- variety is the spice of life. Marriage is some bullshit we thought up to keep guys from walking after we got pregnant -- it's mumbo-jumbo, not magic. I know, believe me -- I've done it, like, three times. Lots of nights, you probably don't really want to get into it -- but the old headache game won't fly, here, because the rules say you put out, period -- so if there is some other hammer warmed up in the bullpen, who lives with you and HAS to get along, rather than concentrating her efforts on stealing him away..." "What's to keep that from happening?" Kathy wondered aloud. "Because what you're talking about is marriage -- and there ain't no such thing!" I explained. "We're back to the OLD way -- harems! Nobody is a one-woman show! Gene is gonna have four women -- so competition to be Numero Uno has limited value, because it's not an exclusive. You share -- you cooperate -- you help each other out -- and you keep the old man happy by showing him something a little different every day of the week." "You make it sound so simple..." Kathy sniffed. "Well, it isn't -- but it isn't that HARD, either! You need to look at the benefits. Look, Hon -- you can't STOP this -- but you CAN CONTROL it!" I insisted. "I can? How?" "First, I'd ask Gene -- real pretty, probably around a mouthful of his cock -- if he would let you go down to Medical and get put back the way you looked before Gina was born -- that's assuming he liked you better that way, of course..." Kathy was thick and hippy and I didn't think much of her legs and her titties drooped. Her eyes glazed. "Yeah, that's an idea ... Maybe I could get him to let me improve on things..." "Don't go overboard, Hon," I advised. "You want to be recognizably you. You want his input to any serious changes, because if he doesn't like them, it doesn't matter whether YOU do or not! That brings me to my second point; you run him some, don't you?" "I almost HAVE to!" Kathy retorted. "Okay, but I bet you aren't diplomatic about it any more like you were when you were going together," I pointed out. "You need to remember that that ring you're STILL wearing is worthless to you and that HE is in charge -- and you need to remember how to wheedle instead of boss. And you need to remember what it is you have to do to make him dumb but happy so you get what you want!" Kathy looked guilty. "You mean..." "You keep the blood supply to his little head flowing so his big head isn't working too hard," I confirmed. "You don't like that?" "Well, yeah," she admitted, "but it's frustrating. Gene isn't ... endowed." "THAT's easily fixed!" I chuckled. "Bernie's was a serious dick before -- but he's a GOD now! Don't intimate that it's for you -- suggest that it might help him in negotiations with his other women..." Kathy grimaced. "Other women..." "Yes, Hon," I sighed. "Other women. That's part three. You stop fighting it and you CONTROL his selection by 'helping' him select his other women!" I put quote marks around 'helping' with my fingers. "What you WANT to do is push him toward chicks who aren't a threat to you and will be a big help with the kids. You're SOOO fucking lucky, because YOU can use logic to point him in the direction you want him to go..." "Yeah..." Kathy's eyes were more than a little glazed over while she went through the implications. "Don't get stupid about it, or you'll lose out and he won't listen to you, but if you handle things properly, you can be 'Head Bitch, ' even if you're no longer 'Wife, ' you know?" Kathy nodded, pulling it in. "Anything else?" "Well, if Gene isn't Superstud, maybe you should think about you, a little. Get a couple; the woman will be less of a threat, because she already has an old man -- and YOU can get a little variety in YOUR life..." "Oh! I couldn't!" Kathy blushed to the nipples. "You can if you engineer it properly..." I leered. Having given Kathy a lot to think about, I closed things off and we got ready to move back to the men. Sis grabbed my arm. "Who is Head Bitch at our house?" she asked. I didn't bother to lie. "I am, Sis -- but don't worry, I won't ruin it for either of us -- I promise!" ------- Chapter 63 Ed Evans: I was playing with the kids Saturday afternoon when the announcement was made that what had been done to Donna and I was 'a cautionary tale.' I'd known that -- it's what Manny told me -- but having it put out on the public address system was a surprise, to say the least! I went over my feelings in the matter and, well, the whole area was kind of numb after three or four days, to tell the truth. Donna was gone and we were broken as a family -- but I had the kids, and Manny WASN'T a bastard and Belle seemed to appreciate my efforts; I CERTAINLY appreciated HERS! There were some ... issues ... hanging out there, but I was moving forward and not looking back -- because I had to, basically. Anita and Teddy needed me; their mother had basically dropped them like a hot rock and I was in charge of fixing things, so I couldn't wander around broken... The sleeping arrangements we'd settled into were ... odd, maybe. It started Monday night; I wore myself out on Belle and crashed -- and woke up with a nipple in my mouth but Manny's brawny arm draped over me and his cock in the crack of my ass. I got up VERY carefully and went to piss, then came back and stood there, unable to decide what to do. Manny opened one eye and said, "Come back to bed," so I inserted myself basically where I'd been and Manny put his arm back. I was nervous for about ten minutes, then Belle rolled toward me and basically buried my face between her big titties and the smell of her and that amazing texture relaxed me and I drifted back off again. Since that night, it really hasn't been a problem; I find that I feel ... protected ... in that sandwich. Tuesday night, I woke up around two and Manny was fucking Belle -- and I couldn't help but be excited, watching ... We don't talk about it, but when they fuck, I want to be in there, somewhere, included. I really don't know how to tell either one of them... The intervening days had been quiet, healing. Manny would go off to work and Belle and I would get the kids off to school and then maybe we would have a little quality time and maybe we wouldn't -- it was generally a mutual agreement thing. The kids would return in the afternoon, and Manny would return when his watch was over and I would help the kids with homework (although the AI tended to have to help ME) and we would have dinner and do something for entertainment, then go to bed -- Belle and I first, usually, with Manny following later and maybe taking sloppy seconds from Belle. I didn't expect that last part to go on for long -- Manny WAS Master, here, and he didn't owe me THAT much... Saturday evening rolled around and we were relaxing after dinner and the AI announced that we had visitors. Belle and I both flicked glances at Manny, who shrugged, so I went to the door -- which opened to reveal Cooper, LaRue, and Donna! I nearly pissed myself! Manny was up out of his chair instantly. "Jeezus! It's Saturday? Fuck!" He collected me and led me back into the living room. "Belle, get the guys something to drink, willya? I didn't expect this -- and I KNOW Ed didn't!" He sat me down and apologized, "Ed, I'm real sorry! Coop and LaRue and I generally play cards on Saturday night -- I didn't even think..." "Cards?" I croaked. "Yeah. Poker. Money ain't something we use, so we had, um, other payoffs. I'm betting that Coop and LaRue were pleased because they had Donna..." Manny went on to explain that generally the wagers involved 'personal services'; Cooper and LaRue being bisexual, they could settle between themselves, and Belle tended to pay Manny's debts -- which got Coop and LaRue an occasional shot of pussy... "You're not on the table, Man," Manny told me. "I forgot; frankly, I figured that with them doing Donna, they wouldn't be coming by. Things have changed, you know? I'll send them off..." I gathered myself. "No, I can do this. If you guys want to play cards, I can go watch TV or something..." The ship had a massive media library, updated some way, regularly -- something about drones. "I don't want you upset," Manny replied. "I owe you. THEY owe you. You were just settling down. This was just fucking stupid..." "It'll be okay," I told him, trying to tame the butterflies in my stomach. "You can't make me Master here, just because ... These are your friends -- I can't avoid them forever -- and I can't ask you to, either." "Awright." He clapped me on the shoulder. "You know, there ain't nothing small about you. Nothing." He headed out and I sat there, willing myself to stop acting like a pussy. Belle came in and sat next to me and held my hand, wordless. "I used to like poker," I muttered. "You any good?" Belle asked. "I used to be able to pull in a pot or two." "They be godawful, from what I can see," Belle opined. "Manny usually loses to LaRue -- and so does Coop -- so LaRue gets a suck and a fuck out of it -- or maybe two fucks, if Coop gets in deep enough." She snickered. "Or three or four ... I think Coop gets a lot of Anaconda time. But LaRue usually wins because he's crazy, not because he's any good. He's unpredictable and he bluffs a lot." Donna sidled in about that time -- something ELSE I could have done without. "I, uh, thought I'd see the kids..." she mumbled. I cocked my head. "I heard a rumor that they were your past -- like me -- and therefore my problem." I don't know where that came from -- hurt? Anger? Betrayal? It wasn't the response I'd have envisioned giving. "They're not in bed yet." I nodded in the direction of their rooms. Donna padded out, head down, and in a moment, I heard, "Mommy!" The kids were happy, so I swallowed my tension. Belle rubbed my back. "It's gonna be okay, Baby." "I just ... can't have her looking down on me..." "She's all fucked up, Baby. I didn't tell you this, but I called her Tuesday and gave her a rash of shit..." Belle grinned from ear to ear. "Like what?" "I told her how happy I was that she left me Moby Dick to keep all by myself..." Belle reached into my lap and started stroking. "Moby Dick?" "Yeah. You like? Everybody ELSE around here has a name for his dick..." Belle grinned at me. "Yeah, well ... It wasn't like this, before..." "Are you sure, Baby? You know, they fucked with your head something awful that night -- and Donna's, too. I pointed that out to her when she said that while I was showing her video of me makin' it all happy..." I snorted a chuckle. "You didn't!" "I sure did!" She was virtually beside herself with glee. "You know, they sized up the boys for that show -- and reversed it, after. Donna's probably wondering where all that dick went ... Coop might not have argued about the Anaconda, but there was NO WAY LaRue was gonna take the Beer Can the way it was sized for Donna that night..." "So..." "So they're smaller and you're bigger and Donna is wondering ... Serves her right!" Belle declared. I frowned. "What's the truth?" "The AI knows," Belle replied, "But if I was it, I wouldn't tell you. This is your dick now -- and it is SWEET!" She leaned over and rolled her lips over my glans. "Jeez..." I couldn't pull her off, and didn't really want to. "Donna's in one room and Coop and LaRue are in another!" "And you're all tense!" Belle insisted. "Mama fix..." She started sucking again. I let it happen. Belle was right; I was beside myself with one thing or another. I needed something to take my mind off things, so I closed my eyes and zoned out and let Belle worship my cock. Who gave a shit what its original size was, anyway? I KNOW it wasn't small -- it was average, anyway... "Good God! Where did you get that thing?" My eyes flew open and I grabbed Belle's head -- and she went "Glurk!" because I pulled her in on a downstroke. Donna was standing there, bug-eyed. I let go of poor Belle and muttered "Sorry!" then rounded on Donna, "It's always been there..." "I don't remember it..." Donna sidled closer, tilting her head, making eyeball measurements. Knowing what was going on, I couldn't resist. "You don't remember a lot of things, apparently." Belle popped up from her work, still clutching my cock by the base. "Go the fuck away! Next you'll want me to give you a snowball of his stuff to taste to see if you remember IT!" Donna backed off. "Sorry!" I waved it off. "Forget about it. What's done is done." "Yeah." Donna stood there, her eyes hooded. "Thanks for letting me see the kids." "They're yours, too. If you don't want me around when you see them, let me know." I wasn't taking any shit off her, one way or the other. "No, I can come here. I'll behave myself." "Damned straight, Honey!" Belle growled. I shushed her and played with her hair and she went back to sucking. Donna sidled out. The episode did wonders for my ego; of course, Donna could have popped my balloon at just about any point, but she hadn't. A couple of minutes later, I was hunched over Belle's head, pouring juice into her mouth. Belle backed off with a mouthful of goo, "Wat bme to take her thome?" I chuckled -- and underestimated Belle! "Do what you want..." She hopped up and dashed off and in a moment a familiar feminine voice let out a squawk; I put my head in my hands and chuckled to myself. Belle came back to the room and stood in the doorway, her hands on her hips, all proud of herself. "You're BAAAAD!" I accused. "It be fun, too!" Belle grinned. "Come on, Baby. Let's watch 'em play!" "Eh, I dunno..." "It's entertainment," she pointed out. "I watch so I know who I'm fuckin'. You might as well, too, so you'll know why I ain't in bed..." "What if... ?" "Manny bets you? He won't, Baby. He knows better. Come on..." she cajoled. "All right..." I followed her in and perched myself on a stool next to her on the fourth side of the table with Manny on my left and Coop facing me and Larue on my right. Donna was on a similar stool between Coop and LaRue. I'd have probably slunk in, except for Donna being there; I didn't want to undermine the work Belle had done on her. Donna was surreptitiously wiping her mouth; I pretended that I didn't know why. Belle was right -- they were TERRIBLE. They weren't playing Texas Hold'em -- they were calling the games, dealer's choice -- five card stud, five card draw, seven card draw ... LaRue liked Mexican Sweat. I managed to relax while watching the deal circle the table twice -- then Coop managed to win a hand with two pair and I snorted, having watched Manny throw away the makings of a flush ... Manny looked up, "You play?" I was instantly locked up tight under those three sets of eyes. "Some," I admitted. "Sorry..." "It's cool," Manny muttered. "Wanna sit in? Belle will cover you -- won't you, Belle?" Belle cackled. "I won't have to pay nothin', I bet." LaRue cocked his head. "No shit? You seen him play?" "I seen YOU play, LaRue -- and you shouldn't be winnin'!" Belle retorted. "That won't keep you from dating the Anaconda!" LaRue laughed. "Woulda, shoulda, coulda! It's what REALLY happens that counts!" "I'm not a..." I sputtered. "Sponsor?" Coop finished, looking up from his cards. "You're a man, though..." There was a moment of silence while he arranged cards. "I'm not any too proud of the other night -- but you oughta be. I couldn't have done it. You paid a heavy price for them kids of yours." Donna made some kind of a noise -- and LaRue and Coop both turned their heads slowly to regard her with eyes like lasers. "Come here, Slut," Coop hissed, and Donna leaned forward on her stool so he could whisper in her ear. I don't know what he said to her, but she turned white. She sat back, clearly chastised, and Coop resumed his calm expression. "Women get sorry-assed if you don't put the thumb on 'em, sometimes. Where was I? Oh, yeah -- if you think you can joggle LaRue's elbow, I'm happy to see you sit in." Manny looked at LaRue, who grunted, "Next hand." They played it out; LaRue's hand wasn't THAT good, but his recklessness paid off. Manny pulled in the cards and shuffled them, then dropped the deck on the table in front of me. "Cut." It was do or die; I climbed down off the stool, settled into the chair and cut the deck. I was damned if I'd justify any noises Donna made about me! "Belle covers Ed." Manny announced, and started to deal. "Five card draw, Deuces and Jokers wild." So we played cards. You couldn't run out of chips -- in Manny's and my case, it just meant that Belle graduated from supporting a $50 blowjob to a $100 fuck to a $150 anal sex session ... Donna was on for the same things, as pertained to Manny, at least; Coop and LaRue seemed to be drawing from their own resources for each other. I was perfectly positioned to keep LaRue from playing cowboy -- three hands out of four, he had to put one over on me to win. I wouldn't let him bluff -- and that hurt him, badly. After a dozen hands, he wasn't out in front anymore; I wasn't, either, but things were more even. Then the going got tough... Coop started getting some confidence and pushing LaRue; somehow, knowing that it might end with LaRue taking the Beer Can up his ass made the idea entertaining for me. LaRue started to sweat; his usual tactic was to take risks and win big, but with me behind him when the bets went around the table, he couldn't get any elbow room. Manny started to enjoy himself, too -- and not having to jump high or stay at home all the time, he could tailor his bets. If I let LaRue get away with something, it was usually because I believed that one of us was going to embarrass him -- and it happened, regularly. Manny and Coop stopped chickening out and LaRue kept getting desperate -- and burnt. Manny's problem was that I'd seen him play. He made mistakes when he called for more cards, calculating the odds of a particular hand incorrectly, apparently. Where I could, I capitalized on it. That left Coop -- who tended to be conservative -- and that doesn't always work. But he stood a lot better chance of accomplishing something if LaRue wasn't going hog wild... Somewhere in there I relaxed and began to enjoy the game. Midnight came and went -- and I was told that the reason they played on Saturday night was because they were off-shift on Sunday. Donna and Belle both fell asleep, one time or another; all they had to do was get drinks occasionally and pay up at the end, so they weren't missing anything. Finally, two a.m. rolled around and Manny announced, "Nobody is gonna make a killing tonight -- let's look at the numbers." LaRue wasn't ready, so we agreed to an additional half-hour -- during which it became REALLY CLEAR who the big loser was going to be. At two-thirty, Manny eyed him and said, "Now?" "Yeah, okay. How are we gonna do things?" LaRue asked. Usually, among the three of them, the big loser paid the big winner and the middle guy walked away; now, however, there were four of us -- and two sources of payoffs. "I'm thinking big loser pays big winner and the other two handle their differences," Manny replied. "Coop?" "Yeah, sounds fair," Cooper nodded. "Ed?" Manny turned to me. "I'm just a concubine. You guys figure it out," I waved it off. "Let's just do it," LaRue grunted. So we started counting. LaRue was screwed; Cooper had sixty five dollars more and Manny had a hundred fifteen -- and I had a hundred twenty! "Okay, so, Donna gets it," Manny grunted. Eyeing me, he said, "Want to double up on her? You get her ass..." I was really starting to warm up to the idea when LaRue grunted, "Nah, I don't think so. Silly bitch needs to pull her fucking head out -- and to do that, she needs to see what she's gotten into. I fucked up, so I get fucked. Bring us that dick of yours, Ed -- the real one." I sat there, frozen in my chair, shocked. I wanted to say, "I can't do this..." but I couldn't even get the words out! They were kidding, right? "Let's go in the other room and be comfortable," Belle announced and dragged me out of the chair. As she led me to the bedroom, she whispered, "You can't fuck around and blow this in front of Donna, Baby! You need to do it! If you don't, you can forget ever getting any respect from her!" Manny, who was following, caught up and agreed with her. "She's right. Put the little bitch in her place! Besides, LaRue likes that shit -- and it will fuck with her head even more..." Well, I could try... "Never done that," I muttered. "Well, you've been on the receiving end," Manny argued. "LaRue owes you a ride -- the Anaconda got his..." Meanwhile LaRue arrived and got out of his uniform -- in nothing flat, it seemed like. I stood there, flustered, while he got up on the bed on all fours. "Get up here, Slut," he directed Donna, "and stick your tongue as far up my ass as it will go! Coop, make sure she gets it all in!" Donna, looking mortified, got up on the bed; when she didn't seem to be moving fast enough, Coop grabbed her by the hair and stuck her face in LaRue's ass. "How am I gonna get... ?" I mumbled. "Hard?" Belle asked. "You're gonna get hard for ME, Baby!" She knelt and took me in her mouth -- and, yeah, I firmed right up ... Watching Donna with her tongue up LaRue's ass didn't hurt, either, as it turned out... After a couple of minutes, LaRue yelled, "Okay, Ed! Do me! Slut, go around front and try to swallow the Anaconda -- but make sure you can see that long hard white dick going in and out of my ass! Dumb cunt..." Belle helped, not letting go until the last second -- and she stuck a finger up MY ass to convince me to stay hard ... Once I managed to push into LaRue's ass, it was enough like pussy that my cock got the idea and stayed firm. LaRue said, "AHH! Thank God it's you, Ed -- the fuckin' Beer Can HURTS! Now, fuck me with that thing! You gettin' an eyeful, there, Slut? Don't answer -- just keep sucking! Ed's found my prostate already..." I couldn't believe what I was hearing, but my dick was telling me that the hole I was in was fuckable so I closed my eyes and pumped away. Belle was up beside me, whispering, "Ass is ass, Baby! It could be mine -- or Donna's! Just do it!" I tried to put away the implications and kept my mind blank and held onto LaRue's hips and hammered away... It was hard to stay disassociated, though, because LaRue was talking about it. "Yeah ... Good ... Shit ... I like a ... dick ... every once ... in a while ... but ... that fucker ... of Coop's ... damn near ... kills me!" Cooper chuckled behind me. "It's not MY fault you got a tight little asshole, LaRue! The Anaconda is long, but it's easier to take -- and I like the bottom better than he does, anyway." It was too much information, frankly; I thought I was going to lose my erection. But Belle started kissing my neck and playing with my balls and I got organized again. Other things helped; LaRue had a smooth, hairless ass, for instance. I don't think I could have held it together if he'd been hairy. For the next couple of minutes, I moved slowly up the slope, working hard to make LaRue's, "Uh ... Uh ... Uh..." that accompanied my strokes sound female in my head. Then La Rue howled, "SUCK, you little bitch! I'm gonna blow! Fuck me! YAAAH!!" The sphincter around my cock started rhythmically clutching it and I got there, pulled along by LaRue's excitement; I grunted a couple of times, but LaRue made the announcement to the room, "YAAAHH! Shoot that juice in me! FUUUUCK!" It was ... okay ... I guess. Now that I was over the hump, I might be able to do it again. But I wasn't sure I wanted to. Belle was right there with a rag for the mess as I settled back on my haunches. I looked down and there was Donna, looking puzzled and confused. Well, good -- I wanted her brain scrambled. Fuck her, anyway! Belle finished washing my shrinking dick and hissed, "Stick it in her mouth!" Riding the wave of insanity present, I leaned up and rubbed it on her lips. "Open the fuck up!" I snarled -- and she did it, and I saw the flicker of distaste as she got a little residual taste of LaRue's shit. LaRue crawled forward off Donna and grunted, "Yeah, give him what he wants. You owe him, big time, Slut! He took a lot of shit for you while you were having your little fucking fantasy!" "Get up on your hands and knees," Manny growled at her, "I want mine -- and I want to watch Ed fuck your face while I get it!" Donna disengaged and rolled up onto her hands and knees and I plugged my half-hard length into her mouth. Manny took no prisoners; he went straight in to the hilt in her and started pounding, holding her shoulders so she didn't jounce too much to be able to handle me. "Go for the throat, Ed!" he grunted. I surprised myself! Fresh out of LaRue's ass, I got hard in Donna's mouth! "Get yours," Manny gasped, pounding away. "She's fuck meat -- use her! Fuckin' slut!" I held her head and did something I'd never done when we were married; I fucked her throat! She gasped and choked and gurgled, but I was off somewhere and my usual connection to concern for such things was disconnected, somehow, and watching drool pour over her chin made me hotter instead of turning me off. The animal in me had apparently come out to play... If someone would have said something about how ugly it all was, I'd have been instantly ashamed -- but everyone was rooting for us to tear Donna's ass up. Instead, I was poking her throat, grunting, "Take it! Take it!" Belle leaned in and caroled, "Look at her fucking eyes!" I did -- and it set me off! Donna was out there, totally gone! She was enjoying the shit she was taking! I'd seen that glazed look before -- but I'd spent a lot of that particular evening distracted by what was happening to me ... I roared and shuddered and shot spunk straight down her throat -- a big load, too! Then I settled back on my haunches and slapped her, still venting my pent-up anger -- and she threw an orgasm, right then and there! Belle cackled. "You poor bitch! You poor fucking bitch!" Manny howled, "YAAAH! FUCK! I shoulda done your ass!" and ground himself against her, obviously emptying his balls. Belle, anxious to get in on things somewhere, crawled around and took him into her mouth as he pulled out of Donna. "Awright, you guys," Manny grunted, "It's three in the fucking morning. Hit the bricks -- and take that stupid fucking collection of fuck holes with you!" Coop laughed and they high-fived one another. Turning to me, Coop said, "I don't know how you did it, but now that you broke LaRue's winning streak, poker might be fun again!" He threw me a little salute. "He cheats!" LaRue accused -- but he was grinning. The AI missed the cue, I guess -- as usual. "On the contrary -- the concubine Ed is the superior player. If you would care to see the analysis..." "Jeezus!" LaRue rasped. "Shut the fuck up, willya?" He waved and took up the rear of the procession as it left, Coop in the lead, dragging Donna by a wrist. "That is one fucked-up slut," Manny mused, watching them leave. "She's a total fucking masochist, it looks like." Turning to me, he asked, "How you doin'?" "Tomorrow, I'll probably be amazed," I sighed. "Tonight, I'm just drained." "Let's go to bed," Manny offered, clapping me on the shoulder. "I'll try to keep my dick out of you." I didn't even flinch; I was too tired... ------- It was nearly noon when I woke up; Belle was riding Manny's pole, grunting quietly, her fingers interlaced with his, her expression beatific. I lay there watching as she stopped rising and falling and ground herself against Manny, shaking and moaning her way through an orgasm, then took up the stroke again, leaning down to kiss him. When she came back up, she noticed that my eyes were open. "THERE'S my wild man!" she puffed. "Maybe not so wild this morning," I replied ruefully. "Did I really do that stuff last night?" "Yeah, you really did," Manny chuckled. "I'm proud of you, Man. You let it all hang out!" "I couldn't have done it without Belle pushing me," I objected. "And ... Donna ... pulling!" Belle puffed. She was seriously pounding herself onto Manny's probe, several parts of her juddering under the impacts. "Yeah, that, too," Manny grinned. "Funny how that stupid cunt brings out the best in you, one way or another. If you hadn't had her there, waiting for you to fuck up..." "Yeah. I had the carrot AND the stick," I admitted. "It took both." "One sec -- we got business..." Manny started throwing himself upward to meet Belle's thrusts and in just a few seconds they BOTH got off. "Yeah, fuck, that's it," Manny grunted, subsiding. "Boy or girl, that kid's gonna be a cocksucker -- it's been bathed in cum all though it's first nine months!" Belle snorted and swatted him on the shoulder. Rubbing Belle's thighs, he turned to me, "Where did you learn to play poker?" "Penny-ante games in college," I replied, "before Texas Hold'em became popular." "That game is bullshit, anyway," Manny opined. "How you feelin'?" "Okay." Actually, I wasn't really sure. "I can't believe what I did..." "Fucking LaRue?" Manny guessed. "You did him a favor. He gets the urge every once in a while, despite the fact that he's generally a top. The Beer Can is a lot to take if you don't do it all the time." He paused. "Coop's gonna be looking for ya." "Jeezus! Why?" "Coop's a bottom. LaRue had a good time. That makes you a good fuck." "Oh." I flicked a glance at Belle, embarrassed, before admitting, "In that range, I think I'm a bottom." I remembered that night -- vividly. "Yeah, well, based on last night, you can handle both ends," Manny opined. "I bet it wouldn't be as hard the second time." "I dunno. Maybe not," I mused. "If LaRue had had a hairy ass, I'd have lost interest." "Lucky for you, most black guys don't," Manny chuckled. "How is the basic black thing?" "Better," I admitted. "It's more a case of me having black friends..." I shook my head to clear it. "Given who they are, that's a weird comment, huh?" Manny laughed. "Just a little." Then he got serious. "Ed, you ought to test again -- but I don't want to lose you and the kids." I thought about it. "I won't make it -- I'm still damaged goods. Besides, I'm getting used to this." Belle leaned over and rubbed my chest, smiling. "We'll keep things as they are, then," Manny replied. "Up, Woman! I have to piss!" Belle leaned forward and draped herself on me while Manny got up, kissing my neck and dribbling Manny's cum on my thigh. ------- The kids had been up for hours, I discovered; Belle had handled things, feeding them and seeing to it that they were entertained. We ordered brunch in, instead of going to mess. We were just finishing when the door alert sounded (it isn't what I'd call a doorbell -- it's the AI announcing that you have visitors -- but more or less as a sound byte... ) Manny got up and released the door -- and there was Donna, knelt up between LaRue and Coop. LaRue had her on a leash. "What the fuck?" Manny blurted -- then he held up his hand, looking behind him at us -- and beyond. Teddy and Anita weren't visible. "AI, soundproof between us and the kids," Manny directed. "Acknowledged." Manny turned back to the door. "NOW, what the fuck?" LaRue nudged Donna. "Tell him." Donna hung her head. "I want to come home." "What? You ARE home! Coop and LaRue are home! You want it your way? What the fuck do you think this is? Burger King?" Manny ranted. He eyed LaRue. "What the fuck?" "I think it's that whine Coop makes when the Anaconda is digging in him," LaRue chuckled. "It gets on her nerves. Coop was all horny when we left last night..." "What about you guys? Ain't her pussy any good?" Manny rasped. "Yeah, it's fine, but you know and I know she ain't happy unless she's getting the shit kicked out of her," Coop replied. "She needs a bigger audience. Besides, there's the kids..." "And there's Ed, who she's pissed on." Manny stepped forward and slapped Donna. "You skank! You've got a lot of nerve thinking you can just waddle back in here!" He looked up at LaRue and Coop. "What are you thinking, here? What's the plan? I don't want to give up my second concubine for THIS cunt!" LaRue looked at Coop, who said reasonably, "You don't. They were a couple, so you get 'em for free, right?" "Sponsors headed to that colony get that deal -- we don't! We're crew!" Manny pointed out. "We get the usual -- and I get two. I plan to pick something Ed and I can enjoy and not worry about." "If we split her three ways..." Coop muttered. "But I got to house her, right? Somebody in the chain of command has got to bless this. Besides, there's Ed..." He turned to me. "You want this skank around?" This was a place I did NOT want to be! I rubbed my forehead. "I was married to her. She's the mother of my children. On the other hand, this isn't the version of her I married..." "I'm sorry!" Donna burst out. "I'll be good -- I promise!" "You're DAMNED RIGHT you'll be good!" Manny growled. "IF this stupid idea even works, I'd better never hear you say a cross word to Ed! Ed, is there anything special about her pussy compared to, say, Belle's?" "Uh, no..." Frankly, Belle was a better fuck -- maybe because she was into it. Donna hadn't been that into it with me in a while, although she seemed to be fine with Manny, Coop, and LaRue... "Good. Do her ass or her mouth -- but use her, regularly. She doesn't throw any more of your kids -- she doesn't deserve to. Fuck her when she's pregnant, if you want. Her kids will all be nappy-headed little black motherfuckers." He turned to look at Donna, "But you'll like that, anyway, won't you?" Donna hung her head and Manny rolled his eyes. "AI, who do I have to talk to about this? I'm not doing it if it's gonna cost me a concubine." "This will have to go through command channels," the AI replied. "However, there are indications that some latitude should be granted in their placement due to the circumstances of the training incident." 'So THAT's the euphemism!' I thought, 'The 'training incident.' Sounds like somebody accidentally got run over or shot... ' "Well, this will take a while, I imagine," Manny grunted. "I suppose you want to leave the cunt..." Before either Coop or LaRue could speak, the AI said, "Actually, this is moving rapidly. Your section chief recommended that Crewmen Cooper and LaRue lose a concubine slot between them, but the Purser vacated the requirement." "No shit?" Manny looked dumbfounded. "It takes a week to process a leave request on this tub, but they can dump useless twats on you in minutes..." "The records are flagged, Crewman Harris. Actions deemed to be in the couple's best interest are assigned a priority." The AI paused. "Request granted. Ownership of the concubine Donna Evans is shared between the three crewmen present. Quarters allocations are available both here and in Crewmen LaRue and Cooper's quarters. No one is to receive any concubine headcount reductions. Authorizations are by verbal orders of the Captain, logged thirteen seconds ago." Manny eyed Donna. "Somebody wanted shut of you, bad!" "Crewmen..." the AI interjected. "Yes?" Manny answered. "The concubine Donna Evans is considered to be damaged goods. Disposal is pre-authorized. This does not apply, however, to the concubine Ed Evans. It is also one reason that the allocation was so swift." Manny looked at Donna. "You are fucked! Did you hear that? Piss one of us off, and we frog-march you to the nearest airlock and nobody will say shit! Gimme her leash!" LaRue released it and Manny tugged it. "Look up at me, cunt! You are the lowest of the low! If I decide to pimp you out to a squad of Marines, you'd better SMILE while they check you to see if you're airtight! You do what I say -- you do what Belle says -- and you DAMNED SURE better do what ED says! For the kids' sake, I'll think about taking it easy on you in their presence -- but DON'T TEST ME! As for Coop and LaRue, I hope they use your mouth to clean up in after every butt-fuck! Now go to your kids and pretend you're a half-assed decent mother!" He managed to kick her in the ass as she skittered off. "Damn, Ed -- I dunno," he said quietly. "That silly bitch brings out the worst in me." "Maybe it's left over from the other night," I opined. "I'm serious about this, Ed. Don't give her a damned thing but a hard dick," Manny insisted. "And if she even LOOKS at you cross-eyed, slap the shit out of her. You're not married and she doesn't deserve you!" He paused for a moment. "Besides, you KNOW she likes it that way, don't you?" I thought about it, remembering the previous night. "Yeah, I guess you're right." Manny turned to Coop and LaRue. "Come on in, boys. We'll think of something to do. If we're gonna play cards, maybe we'd better stick to Spades..." ------- Chapter 64 Eleanor: Master was seriously pissed about the whole announcement thing Saturday; it was going to make collecting suitable playthings a lot more difficult. I think we both expected the Brocks to call begging off, but they didn't. Nonetheless, Master spent Saturday evening fussing and fuming -- and I ended up getting skewered in the butt while he bled off his excess irritation. It really wasn't that bad, once we got going -- maybe because I was trying to help and not going, 'Omigod! He's sticking that broom handle up my ass!' Penetration hurt some, and he wasn't terribly gentle, but once I was used to it, it started to feel pretty good! His balls banged my split and thumped against my clitoris -- and it wasn't hard enough to hurt, merely cause flashes; I realized that an orgasm was possible from anal sex, once I got used to the penetration phase. Probably, if I hadn't been a little behind the curve from that, I'd have managed one that time... Master could be a study in contradictions. Awake, he would appear to be reluctant to give praise or even tolerance; he could be brutal and standoffish. Asleep, he would clutch me to him, trying to touch every available square inch of his skin to mine. Master had needs and desires -- and while they were sometimes complementary, they weren't the same... Reggie was another point. Master was gruff with him, and called him names -- but the names were delivered in a tone that Reggie knew was more tolerance and amusement and playfulness rather than being abusive at all. Master cared -- and it showed, right through the gruff noises. He didn't have to -- Reggie wasn't his -- but he did, and Reggie -- and I -- knew it immediately. I could question Master about this or I could keep my mouth shut; I chose to do the latter, instinctively. Digging in Master's background and playing psychoanalytical games was certain to piss him off, I figured. There was nothing, awake or asleep, that Master had demanded of me that I wasn't prepared -- even happy -- to give. He could -- probably will -- find something -- but he hasn't yet. I've fully settled into what most people would consider to be a weird mind-set -- but I'm really comfortable with it! Master challenges me, and it's my job -- my goal -- to succeed at it, no matter what it is! The challenges are all a part of the thing -- I get my satisfaction from having succeeded. This whole couple thing, for instance -- it's a challenge. Master may not get what he wants from it. But I'm doing my very best -- and I get recognition for it, one way or the other. If I fail and he beats me -- or worse -- I'll have earned it. In the past couple of days, it has become clear to me that, brutal as he acts, Master is unlikely to kill me. Fucked in the butt? Been there, done that -- and it wasn't that bad. Rings in my nipples? Other women do it. Pulling a long, long train of guys? If that's what Master wants ... What other threats has he made? Making me go naked doesn't seem to have any teeth as a threat like it would on Earth; everybody else in my situation is. Fucking me in VERY public places? We're past THAT, too! Oh, he'll find something; I'm kind of looking forward to it... Sunday afternoon came and we were fashionably late -- maybe fifteen minutes -- an interval carefully calculated by Master to make the Brocks edgy. Master swept into the room, with me following at the proper location to be at heel. Right away, he had a complaint to offset anything Janine might have said about his late arrival: "The three of you don't understand the proper Presentation positions? Not even Attention? What have you been learning in classes?" He turned to me, "I thought they were knowledgeable?" I shrugged; I was already AT Attention. "They were for me, Master." "So you respect concubines, but..." Master glowered. I nodded to myself; Master was off to a good start ... Meanwhile, Penny had flowed smoothly into Presentation One and Drew was settling into Attention to her left, leaving an open hole in the center for Janine -- who was angrily and clumsily settling in last. Janine was going to be a real lightning rod for Master's ire, I predicted. Master stood there, poker-faced for a few moments, then turned to Penny and said gently, "Attention will do for now. Thank you for that sign of respect." Penny beamed, of course, under the stroking. "Why don't you come around on my left?" he added, pointing. "Andrew, please mirror the position on my right. I want you all to be able to see one another." This put them in a 'U' with Janine at the base, facing Master directly, Penny kneeling facing him on his left, and Drew kneeling facing him on his right. Master was dealing with them very formally and very coolly -- with the exception of Penny, who was getting some warmth. Master turned to Penny and asked, "Are you wet?" "Yes ... Sir," Penny said carefully, nodding. "Exactly right," Master approved. "I am not yet your master." Squatting, he added, "Let me see..." and slid his hand between Penny's spread knees as she knelt there. Characteristically, he didn't look at her; instead, he watched Janine directly -- but I think his attention was more on Drew, who he was watching out of the corner of his eye. I watched Penny's nostrils distend as she took a breath while Master probed her slit. Master removed his hand and smelled his fingers. "Very nice. What do you think, Andrew?" He shoved his fingers under Drew's nose. "You needn't tuck your erection, Andrew -- in fact, I'm interested to see what causes you to erect, so spread your stance..." Andrew did so, and his cock popped up; I doubt seriously if ANYONE could have avoided that under the circumstances, but it was STILL embarrassing for him to throw an erection at the smell of his daughter's juices. "Very fresh, don't you think? Go ahead, get a taste. I'm assuming that you haven't ever tasted your daughter's snatch..." Master poked his fingers at Drew's face -- and Drew opened up, then blinked stupidly, realizing what he'd done. Janine was almost purple in the face from watching this and not being able to say anything. "Clean them off, will you, Andrew? I'll want them clean for comparisons." Master looked down at Drew's erection, pointedly pretending to notice it for the first time. "You react like a male, at least. The smell and taste of your daughter are exciting, then? Go ahead, you can admit it..." "Yes," Drew croaked, hanging his head. "I doubt seriously that you'll be getting any, but you never know -- not that it will likely be any occasion for wild excitement on Penny's part if you do..." Master murmured, disparaging Drew's erection. Turning to Janine, Master asked, "Is there a problem?" Janine croaked, "No." Master pursed his lips. "Sir." "Excuse me?" Janine was clearly distracted. "No, SIR!" Master rasped. "You need to pay attention to Penny -- she is properly trained and you are not..." Master paused. "Say it..." "No Sir!" Janine's response was a bit surly. Master made shift to ignore it; I had a suspicion why, too ... He didn't own the trio yet; Janine would need to be lulled into believing that she could get away with things. Penny was handled already, and Drew was a sheep; only Janine needed serious focus... Master delivered that focus. "So, tell me, what do you have to offer, Janine? What makes you incredible? Why would I want to put up with Andrew for your sake? Why shouldn't I just make an offer to young Penny and leave it at that?" I watched Janine rock. It took Master only seconds to put her in her place and make it clear that she needed to bring something to the table. "I ... uuh..." Janine licked her lips. "Are YOU wet?" Master challenged. "It wasn't clear to Bitch, here, whether you enjoy sex or not. Do you?" "Well, yes..." Janine muttered. "You're wet? Or you enjoy sex?" Master pressed. "I ... enjoy sex," Janine stammered. "With THAT?" Master pointed to Drew's cock -- which I swear shrank visibly! "Well..." Janine flicked a glance at her mate that contained some apology. "Some, anyway." "Penny, please help your mother correct her position," Master said quietly. Penny looked over at her mother, "Momma, you need to spread your knees. Mas-- I mean, Sir -- should be able to touch your pussy." Janine spread her knees; Master squatted and attempted to reach in and directed, "Wider. You have big thighs. Have you always been big like this?" Janine, for whom the shoe was DEFINITELY on the other foot, widened her stance further and mumbled, "No, Sir -- well, not quite, anyway." I saw the next piece coming; Master turned to Drew and asked, "Is she telling the truth? Was she this big when you married her?" Drew thought about it and actually surfaced some balls -- I think because he'd been pinged pretty hard a couple of times, "Well, not quite, maybe. She was always ... sizeable." "So if I bounced her back to eighteen, say..." Master asked, still pretending (and he WAS pretending -- he could have gotten in there) to try to reach Janine's vagina. "She would shrink some," Drew replied. "Her breasts would look better, too." Janine blushed furiously, but she was too distracted with Master's hand to glare at Drew. Master nodded. "Good to know. Maybe from the rear..." Master circled behind Janine. "Oho! What's this?" He looked at me. "Come here, Bitch! Why didn't you tell me about this?" I circled around behind Janine and knelt up. "What, Master?" "That's a LOT of ass!" Master remarked. "A regular tympani!" He grabbed a big double-handful. "What am I supposed to do with all that?" "I assumed that you would find something, Master. Is it too big? Should I look for another family?" "Hmmmm..." Master drew a fingernail along the crack of Janine's ass from the top past her cringing asshole and beyond, finally sliding it between her pussy lips. "Andrew, how much of this is likely to go away without serious modification?" Andrew actually showed some teeth. "Thirty percent?" "Damp, at least," Master muttered, while driving a finger deep into Janine's pussy. "So, did you own a dildo? A vibrator?" Janine was starting to make little noises -- and Master's finger, driving into her to the palm, was making wet smacks. "Y--yes..." Janine gasped. She was looking at Master over her shoulder -- but facing Drew. I could see Master's play; he was isolating them already -- and giving them the wrong reasons to enter his service. Janine would do it to be vindictive -- and because Master was challenging her to prove her worth. Drew would do it, despite being belittled, to see what Master would do to Janine and get back a little bit of his pride, if only vicariously. Penny was the simple one; she believed -- more or less correctly -- that all she had to do was give Master her undivided loyalty and obedience. "That explains why I'm not touching your cervix, I guess," Master mused. Drew flinched. "So, Andrew, how's her orgasmic response?" "Okay, I guess..." Drew muttered; undoubtedly, it had been some time since he'd seen it. Both Drew and Janine were aware that Drew had entered a minefield; Janine gave a snort. "Penny," Master directed, "Lie down on the floor in front of your mother and see if you can get your hand between her legs and get to her clit. You know what I'm talking about, right?" "Yes, Sir!" Penny nodded brightly. "If you can get at it, work it; let's see if we can get your mother off." After a moment, he added, "Do yourself, while you're at it -- I'll look over your mother's shoulder to see how you do." Penny obediently flopped on her back and worked her hand between her mother's thighs; Master gave me leave to rise and watch as she stuck her left hand in her own crotch. Janine started rocking and grunting and clenching her ass cheeks; Master leaned up beside her and said in her ear, "You can orgasm -- I want you to -- but don't break position; your hands stay on your thighs and you can't get up. Face forward..." Seconds later, Janine began to shake and a red flush of arousal spread across her face, neck and chest. "I'm gonna ... OGOD! AAAAUUUUGH!!!" Janine rocked and weaved and Master's fingers in her twat made wet, sloppy noises. "I think we're done," Master mused. "Have you ever tasted your mother, Penny?" "No, S-sir..." Penny was close -- very close, her fingers whirling over her clitoris. "Lick your fingers -- get a good taste ... Go back for more, if you like," Master directed. Penny did as she was told and you could see the effect on her; she sent her fingers back for a second sample and, sucking them, began to whine and arch herself, surging up from the floor and crashing back down, hunting for a cock that wasn't there... "Agh! Ugh! UUUHHH! OGOD! YYYYYYYYESSSSS!!!" "Very nice," Master muttered. I had to admire his control; I wanted to finger myself, BAD! "So, Andrew, have you had Janine's big ass?" Master asked conversationally. Janine flinched. "Eh, I guess not..." Master eyed Drew's cock and it was Drew's turn to flinch. "Maybe a little fun between the buns, huh?" Master wet a finger in Janine's juices and wiped her bung with it, then dipped into her for more and swabbed her anus again. "Has anyone been in there, Janine?" "No," she croaked. Janine was wobbling some from the aftermath of her orgasm. Master rubbed her crinkle with the finger. "Well, open it up for me; I can't pass on a target like that one ... Push, like you're going to take a crap..." Janine was beyond arguments; she bore down and Master's finger pushed inside her. "Yeah. Messy. You didn't prepare for anal sex, did you?" "No ... Sir..." Janine was hurting some, but she was also surprised; apparently, it wasn't all pain ... Master, satisfied for now with having forced the opening, merely worked on widening it. "How does that feel?" Master asked Janine. "I ... I..." Janine gasped. "Kind of odd, huh? I bet you didn't expect it to be that sensitive. Most people don't. Penny, let's tip the scales with a little more clit work, please..." "Yes, Sir!" Penny went back to work. Janine started to wriggle and clench again. "Feel the invasion?" Master murmured. "Fingers are easy; you get comfortable fast, after which it becomes pleasant ... How's that?" "Oogh! N--nice!" Janine gasped. "I think we've all learned something today," Master mused, withdrawing the finger. "We're done, Penny. Please resume your position." Master eyed his finger, then eyed me. I'm not stupid; I opened my mouth. It was nasty, but I suspected that it was minor compared to what would happen to Janine at some point in the future when she left Master's cock gooey. Janine couldn't see it, but Penny and Drew could. "You really need to work on being clean, though. Penny, I assume you've trained for this? Including preparation?" "Yes, Sir!" Penny beamed as she resumed her position. "We'll have to educate your mother..." Drew was straining at the leash, of course; he'd just watched both Janine and Penny masturbated to orgasm and his cock was rigid. Master circled back to his original position and eyed Drew's erection, murmuring, "I guess we should see your response, too. Bitch, wrap your thumb and forefinger around Andrew's scrotum at the base so he doesn't get too excited and go anywhere, then see if you can find his prostate with a finger. Andrew, you may masturbate..." Despite my grip on his balls, Andrew groaned as he began; I spat on a finger and rubbed it on his asshole, trying to get it wet... "Use Andrew's spit," Master directed, so I moved the finger back and forth between Andrew's mouth and his asshole; he didn't seem to care how depraved it all looked -- he was too deep in trying to get off. I doubt that Janine had given him anything in the way of relief in some time. He accepted my finger without a whole lot of complaint, long nail and all -- and merely whined as I began probing for his prostate, then... "AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!" "That's it!" Master cheered, "Try to hit Penny with some!" I could feel his balls climb up his scrotum and then release several times as he blasted away, his cum arcing onto the floor, most of the way to where Penny knelt. "Impressive!" Master mused. "Now we know how Penny made it into the world..." He looked around. "Nothing to wipe up with ... Penny, would you like to taste Daddy's spooge?" "Please, Sir?" Penny almost started hopping. "Not from the source, now. You can lick his hand and you can wipe it off his pee-pee with your fingers, but no mouth on cock action -- understand?" "Yessir!" "Go to it." Master eyed Drew. "You, unfortunately, have another item to clean ... Bitch..." Master waved and we both knew what was required; I presented my finger and Drew, grimacing, cleaned it. There was probably a lot more collected under my long nail than had been under Master's -- and I had gone quite a bit deeper ... Master watched Drew and Janine watch their daughter collect her father's cum; I think Drew was happy to pay the price of the ticket, but Janine was thinking about that -- and what had happened when SHE got HER orgasm. It was going to be easy to turn Penny into a collection of fuck holes -- she was eager to get there. The effect on her parents as she sank deeper and deeper would no doubt be a part of Master's entertainment. I watched Master watch Janine, gauging her, trying to decide what needed doing to ensure her vote. In the end, he decided to keep it verbal, "Well, you two will probably be some trouble, but Janine may be salvageable with some work and Andrew may yet prove entertaining. Penny, Bitch, we'll have our work cut out for us bringing them into the fold, but..." he shrugged. "I'm going to relax over here with Bitch; you three make up your minds. If your parents don't want to go, you and I can deal separately, Penny..." He turned away so that only I could see his tight grin. That last well-placed shot would do it, undoubtedly ... We moved to a corner; Master settled into a chair and had me kneel between his legs, facing the center of the room while he mauled my nipples, making them itch and tingle and burn. I wanted him in me, bad -- and he knew it and he teased me quietly, his lips at my ear, taunting, while we watched the trio... Janine Brock: This guy was scary! He was a master manipulator; that much was clear. Penny was clearly happy to do anything he wanted her to do -- and there were extremes in the offing; Hell, there had ALREADY been extremes! Penny had masturbated me and sucked my pussy juice from her fingers, then cleaned her father's spunk from his gooey little cock! The problem was, the school had prepared her for a master and there he was and she didn't NEED us -- she could just say 'yes' and she would be gone! Our only chance to hold onto her and maybe limit things was to go, too... I didn't know WHAT the Hell to do! The things he did to me -- the things he SAID to me -- were they the kind of 'testing' that represented the edge of the envelope for him, or were they -- as I suspected -- only a preview of things to come? What was his grand plan? The woman -- 'Bitch' as he called her -- seemed capable of doing anything -- and the stuff she said yesterday came back to me as just what she'd said it was -- a warning and an explanation. The things he did ... I worried and pondered and guessed with the front of my mind, but the back kept whispering, 'He made you cum... ' It was ... disquieting. Drew could make me cum with his tongue, if he worked at it, but he seldom lasted long enough these days to make me cum with his cock; he was just too small and too fast and I had to be really close to make it -- just barely. Generally, it just wasn't worth the effort anymore. Sometimes I would just jerk him off, then go off and use the vibrator I kept in the bathroom to get mine. What if this guy wanted all kinds of weird shit? Hell, was there any chance he DIDN'T? The man stuck his finger up my ass on our first meeting! 'And he made you like it, ' my hindbrain whispered. What choice did I have? I surfaced; I'd been ignoring Penny, who was bubbling all over the place. "Sweetheart, I'm sure he seems great, but there ARE other fish in the sea -- ESPECIALLY for you! This guy isn't your sort of normal, 'Let's fuck occasionally and won't you look cute pregnant' type -- he's going to want to do kinky things -- and I mean LOTS of them! I can't predict how far he'll go, but you could end up being the party girl for whatever they have that's closest to a motorcycle gang..." "Oh, Mom! You make everything sound like 'Law and Order SVU!' So WHAT if he wants to get a little crazy! I want to live a little, not just pump out babies every nine months!" Penny objected. "Well, be careful what you wish for!" I retorted, "You might get it!" I turned to Drew, "Well?" "What choice do I have?" he whined. "I'm along for the ride -- and it could get bumpy! I don't stand a snowball's chance in Hell alone..." He eyed me. "What are YOU gonna do?" "He scares the shit out of me!" I admitted, "But there's an attraction..." Drew looked down in the mouth; I'd hurt him without thinking about it. "I'm sorry, Honey," I muttered, mending fences; we needed to present a united front. "But it's better than if I hated the looks of him -- I have to sleep with him, you know..." That really didn't help... "Yeah, lucky you. I hope to God I don't..." Drew muttered. Somehow, up until that moment, I hadn't taken the idea seriously. I had this sudden vision of that poor bastard from last Sunday with Drew's face pasted over his -- and I'm not real proud of some of the feelings it provoked. I covered it by saying, "He let the woman poke your ass..." "Yeah. I masturbated with a finger up my ass, rubbing my prostate..." Suddenly, I realized that Drew was scared shitless ... The size of his cock had always been an issue, even when we were in love and Penny wasn't even thought of yet. This guy hadn't been careful of his manhood -- Hell, he'd fixed it so I wasn't, either! "We don't have to do this..." I muttered. "There are other..." "Yeah? Show me!" Penny hissed. I found myself wondering how she could be the soul of cooperation for that pervert, but her own parents were the enemy... "You can do better, Sweetheart," I argued as gently as I was able. "Can you?" she shot back. "This is the one and only guy who has made an offer! Maybe I can do better -- but I might have to leave you and Daddy to do it! Can you find anything better without me? Can you find ANYTHING?" She had me there. SHE could find something -- probably fairly quickly. I MIGHT, alone. Drew wouldn't, probably -- and my chances were worse if I held onto Drew. Our best chance was to ride Penny's invisible coattails -- and thus far, this is where we'd gotten ... This time next week, we would probably be in a transient hotel or barracks or something -- split up. We were halfway to the colony already -- or maybe more. "So, Momma, what's so bad about him?" Penny asked. "He's been nothing but nice to me..." "He really hasn't been that nice to your father and me," I pointed out. "You're not trained. You don't know the rules," Penny argued. "That will get better. You act like he hit you or something; the worst he did was try to get you to call him Sir!" "There is a threatening aura about him," I objected weakly. "He's rude and crude..." "He's gonna run things, Momma -- he doesn't have to be nice. You don't like him because YOU can't run things -- well, you can't, ANYWAY! If you don't butt heads with him, he'll be nicer..." Penny retorted. "What if he isn't? We get one shot, here!" I shot back. "If we guess wrong, we're stuck! Look at his other woman! Do you think she was BORN with the name 'Bitch?' What is he going to call me?" "Okay," Penny said, looking away. "Tell him no." I didn't like the look on her face. "Penny..." "You don't have to mess with him," she muttered. "Go tell him no." "What are YOU going to do?" I asked quietly. "Tell him maybe." "Jeezus..." Drew groaned. "If you want, I'll ask him for you, Daddy," Penny offered. "All right! All right! All right!" I conceded, rolling my eyes, "We'll say yes!" There was no talking her out of this and Drew would follow her if he could -- he HAD to! I had the option of going my own way, or bowing to the inevitable -- something I'd really wanted to do the whole time I was playing Devil's Advocate, anyway. Yeah, he scared me shitless, but there was an attraction, just as I'd told Drew ... Taking their hands in mine, I led them to 'The Man' ... As we approached, I looked closely at them; he had been playing with Bitch's nipples for a while ... She was clearly shaking and aroused; the insides of her thighs were shiny with her juices. As we approached, he whispered something in her ear and let up -- and she slumped, visibly, but gathered her wits to pay attention... "We accept," I announced. The AI's voice boomed, causing everyone in the room to jump, "Affirmation must be executed on an individual basis." Was it my imagination, or did Bitch's lip quirk? "I accept!" Penny was in a mad rush to get it out. "I accept." Drew said quietly, looking carefully at no one. "And I accept," I finished. "Troy Powers?" the AI prompted. "I accept all three," our new sponsor announced. "I like to be called Master -- so that's what you'll call me. Understood?" He eyed me directly. "Yes, Master." I'm not a total idiot! The other two got it out, too. "Kneel up again -- within reach. Bitch, up on the chair arm." We sort of did the horseshoe thing, just closer in. Troy beckoned and I knee-walked even closer until he stopped me by reaching out and collecting my left boob in his hand. He began kneading it. "Pretty big. Andrew, were they like this before Penny?" "No..." "You had more to say? Speak plainly," Troy prompted. "I don't want to be rude." "Given the choice between being rude and truthful and withholding information from me, I'd recommend that you be rude and truthful," Troy said quietly -- but there was an undertone, there... "They weren't as nice as Penny's," Drew blurted. "More like yours?" Troy asked quietly. Drew flinched. "Yeah." "So where did Penny get her tits?" Troy said lightly. "You didn't sleep around on poor Andrew, did you?" he asked me. "Andrew's mother," I supplied. "She had those as a young girl. I saw it in pictures..." I HADN'T slept around on Drew -- but here I was, rushing to defend myself! Troy just pursed his lips and nodded. Letting go of my boob, he said, "I've seen your ass and those thunder thighs. Penny, get up, turn around, and bend over -- I want to see your clam. You, too, Janine..." After a moment, when we were both facing away, he added, "Andrew? It only seems fair..." I looked to my right and watched Drew slowly get up and turn around. We all watched over our shoulders as Troy fondled butt cheeks and probed pussies -- first Penny's, without probing her hymen, then mine; he stuck two fingers in me. Then he rubbed Drew's ass a bit -- not even playing with his asshole -- but I thought Drew was going to cry. "Okay, then, everybody up! We're going to Medical!" Troy announced. "Penny, one step behind on my left. Janine, you have the right. Drew, one step behind Penny; Bitch, you have the right rear. Don't let anyone get lost!" Off we trooped behind him... "If I stop, go to Attention where you are. Andrew, use the standard form outside my quarters -- hide your erection. Inside my quarters, you can spread yourself like a bitch." He didn't rush, but he wasn't slow. At least three times, he stopped to see what we would do. I found myself hoping he took fifty pounds off me so I could kneel more quickly. I'm not real sure, but I think we took a roundabout route, too -- the AI wasn't directing US and so I wasn't certain -- but there were a lot of twists and turns ... Finally, we made it. ------- Chapter 65 Bitch (Eleanor): Once in Medical, Master had the three of them put in tubes BEFORE discussing changes with the medics. None of the three of them were going to get any input into their adjustments. From where I sat, that was fair; he hadn't asked ME, either! "So, what's the standard?" he asked the medic. "Well, adjustment of the throat and the rectum -- and maybe the vagina -- to match your penis..." the medic noted. "That's part of what we did to her..." "Ho, Bitch! What do you think of my cock?" "I like it, Master!" It was bigger than I'd been used to, but that had been a GOOD thing! "Hmmmm. Let's talk about timing," Master mused. "I want them to grow into it. I want it to be a little difficult at first and gradually get easier to handle. Can do?" "Sure," the medic nodded. "How long?" "Two, three weeks," Master decideded. "If you're using them fairly regularly, they'll probably adjust themselves," the medic opined. "Perfect. Make sure they come up just short -- all three of them. In fact -- do you have my specs there?" The medic nodded. "How much can I add before the Bitch notices?" "It's only been a couple of days," the medic mused. "Have you been in any one hole much?" "Once or twice apiece, maybe." "Not much, really." The medic made a note. "Size everybody short of that, then. I'll take a little tube time after we finish discussing things." Master directed. "No problem. What else?" "Start with the young one, I guess. Any standards?" Master asked. "You like her breasts?" "Yeah." "If you want them to ride high after the milk load, we need to strengthen the back muscles and the pectorals. What about her buttocks? Want 'em shrunk?" the medic asked. "She's generally fine," Master replied. "Just tune her up and fix broken things or scars and such -- and the tits." "Okay." The medic started the tube; the AI would have the program, apparently. "The older one?" "Let's see her pushed back to eighteen," Master mused. The AI projected Janine, life-size, regressed. She was better, but not great. "Do something for those fun bags," Master grunted. "Get 'em up and in a bit -- more like Bitch's, but not as hot and tight." I enjoyed the implied compliment, but was a little miffed that Janine got to be younger than me. Ah, well ... The resulting fat cones sagged a little but not badly and had a more defined shape than Janine's original equipment -- but they were bigger than mine and pointed out to the side more. "More nipple," Master grunted, "I like a little gristle to play with, don't I, Bitch?" I nodded, remembering earlier that afternoon. "Andrew was right -- she only lost maybe thirty percent of that ass," Master mused. "Carve some more off, but keep the shape -- I don't like 'em blocky. Maybe another twenty -- it still needs to jiggle." "No problem." The projection adjusted. "Anything else?" "The curtains now match the carpet..." Master mused. "Take off the armpit and leg hair and anything she has on the face that isn't a lash or an eyebrow. Leave her fur patch but trim the edges some..." I wondered why my pussy was as slick as a baby's... "Fix obvious problems, but leave her a little bit of a belly so I can bitch at her about it." Even at eighteen, Janine had a bulge. "And the male?" the medic asked. "Something diabolical..." Master mused. "You know," the medic noted, "we did something the other day ... It was at the concubine's request, but if you wanted to..." He held up a touch screen or something. Master's eyes lit. "Perfect! Well, a bit too much, maybe, but it gives me ideas ... He's no great shakes in the meat department, but I want him slowly shrunk down over the next couple or three weeks to about that size -- maybe a little thicker. No hood yet -- I want it to still be recognizably a penis. I want it a little itchy, too -- just enough that he can't keep his hands off it. That one shrinks down to a nub, right? Then I want..." Master mused for a moment. "I want his ass to be sensitive. Can you make his prostate want attention?" "We'll come up with something," the medic grinned. "I want him to kneel up on his own after a few days," Master grunted. "We'll find a dick somewhere to stick in him, if I don't do it myself. Size up the man-boobs -- just enough, and slowly. More nipple. Not clearly female, but..." "Questionable," the medic supplied. "Yeah." Master grinned. "Hair?" The medic asked. "If we back him off to twenty or so and we do all this crap -- he doesn't have much body hair ... Encourage the stuff on his head, kill the beard, thin the pubes and pretty much remove anything too coarse and male..." "In a couple of weeks, he'll be running scared," the medic mused, grinning. "This rig here gets hard and sensitive, but doesn't erect if the pussy is in use, but pops a boner if the ass is in use -- or can be used in one." "I don't want him to be able to do much at all for a pussy," Master grunted. "That might have to be largely psychological," the medic replied. "Okay, we'll fine-tune as we go," Master chuckled, clearly into this. "What about the women? Do you tune them so they LIKE anal or oral sex?" "We tend to add nervous tissue to the areas that support making it pleasurable," the medic nodded. "Did you do it to Bitch, here? DON'T TELL HER!" Master yelped. The medic evidently pulled up records and showed Master the notes. Master looked up. "Get in a tube, Bitch. I don't want you to know whether you've been fucked with or not!" At that point, I lost any ability to determine what Master was up to... When I came out, Master either hadn't gone in or had come out already. We decanted Penny next, then Janine, and finally, Drew. "Now what?" I asked Master quietly while we waited. "Nothing," Master replied. "We get our quarters reorganized and we have dinner, and aside from holding Janine to a few basic standards, we do nothing. I want to instill a false sense of security." Master grinned evilly. So we went home. Master screwed with us some in the corridors, but that was no big deal. Reggie was fine when we got home -- I figure the AI is a good babysitter, if the kid involved has any sense. Master wandered off to his inner sanctum, leaving me with our charges -- deliberately, I had to assume. Janine started right away. "What does Troy usually do at night?" "That's 'Master' -- not 'Troy.' You'll get into trouble that way," I insisted. In the meantime, I triggered the AI to pass the conversation to Master. "His name is Troy!" Janine insisted. "Not as far as you are concerned," I retorted. "The only time he is to be referred to as 'Troy' would be if some sponsor asks you, 'Who is your master?' Otherwise, you REALLY need to think of him as 'Master' -- right Penny?" "She's right, Momma. You'll develop a bad habit," Penny supported me. "Oh, come ON!" Janine rolled her eyes. "Is there a problem?" Master asked from the doorway. "In particular, Janine, do you have a problem calling me by the name I TOLD you to call me by?" "I ... Uh, no..." Janine backpedalled. "Bitch and Penny are right," Master proclaimed. "You don't have the right to refer to me by anything but 'Master', except in the case of someone in authority requesting identification. I, on the other hand, can call YOU anything I want!" He cocked his head. "You can be a real cunt, can't you?" A blind man could see where THIS was going! "I ... Sorry, Master!" Janine blurted. I smiled to myself; I KNEW Master wasn't going to be able to lay off all night... "Just the same, I think it will be instructive if I rename you 'Cunt.' Bitch, here, didn't do ANYTHING to earn her name -- at least you can point to this incident as the reason for yours." Master looked around. "Shit Bird!" "Troy?" Reggie stuck his head around the corner. "This is Reggie. No matter what I call him, YOU refer to him as Reggie -- understand?" Master impressed on Janine. "Yes, Master." Janine hung her head. "Reggie, this is Cunt. Cunt isn't really a nice name, but she's on my shit list right now. You're allowed, specifically, to call her Cunt, even though it isn't necessarily polite. If someone asks, tell them it is the name I gave her," Master instructed. "Okay, Troy." Reggie nodded, beaming. "Do you know what a cunt is, Reggie?" "I think so..." Reggie replied carefully. "Presentation Three, Cunt," Master directed. "Penny, help her get it right." When Penny and Master were happy with Cunt's position, Master straddled her facing Reggie and split open her labia like a peach. "This is a cunt -- cunt, twat, pussy, furburger -- technically a vagina. I know you know what it is for. Basically, it's there to give me pleasure and for babies to pop out of. In Cunt's case, we're looking at a kind of unofficial second definition -- that being a woman with a bad attitude. Cunt doesn't know her place yet, so we're reminding her until she catches on. Got that?" "Yes, Troy!" Reggie nodded, grinning. Master gave Cunt a good swat on the ass -- and grinned, listening to her yelp while he unwound himself from above her. "Bitch is not a cunt. Penny is not a cunt. Only Cunt is a cunt. I'm going to reiterate something here for your benefit, Reggie -- your momma is not a bitch. I just think she benefits from having a name that reminds her of her status. Unlike Cunt, she did nothing to earn her name. So, to sum up, Cunt is a cunt, but Bitch is not a bitch -- got it?" "Yup!" Reggie nodded, proud of his momma. I was a little embarrassed. "Cunt, it might be wise for you to listen to Bitch in the future -- as she has YET to seriously piss me off..." Master headed for the door, waving a dismissal. "Carry on..." Cunt got up. "How long have you... ?" "Just a couple of days," I replied. "My time will come, but I make it my personal mission to be perfect for Master -- and believe me, motivation helps!" I turned to Penny, "Doesn't it, Hon?" Penny nodded vigorously. Master managed to lay off and stay out of sight for most of the afternoon -- but I knew he was planning, because I would get the occasional private question via the communications network the AI uses. Dinner was quiet, too; we hung out -- as usual -- in the vicinity of what appeared to be an extended family that included 'the Lieutenant' and two female Civil Service people. I asked him why and he sat back, amused. "We have history. See the male concubine? We used to chase women together. He did what you do now -- soften up my victims. See the chunky cunt sitting with the crewman? I've fucked that -- it wasn't too bad, either. Believe it or not, that Civil Service cunt started out as a concubine -- and those guys with her are her boy toys. Rumor has it she fucks like the Energizer Bunny and needs multiple dicks. She and the other Civil Service type and the chunky round cunt and that dumpy one next to the Lieutenant are all related -- the link being the doofy guy with the queer beard who is a scientist type. The narrow black bitch used to be a waitress at a place we used to hang out -- and the one who looks twelve going on thirty used to come in with the dumpy one all the time looking for dick." "Did you fuck her, Master?" I asked. "No." Master settled back and looked thoughtful. "You know me -- I like my prey to struggle. They were easy pickings. The one night they finally weren't, it was because they were with the Lieutenant..." "Oh?" I knew there was more to it. "He kicked my ass -- twice -- and Tony's once. I know how, now, but by the same token, I know he was using restraint..." Master was grudgingly respectful. About that time, the Lieutenant noticed us. Three seconds after that, so did the Civil Service women. They all three got up and came over. "What's this?" the Lieutenant asked. Master waved expansively. "My new family." The younger Civil Service woman shook her head. "If Troy can do it, ANYONE can..." "Yeah, well, I don't know if I envy them..." the Lieutenant mused. He recognized me and cocked his head. "How are YOU doing?" "Fine!" I smiled. "I have no complaints -- and Master is surprisingly talented at fatherhood." I picked up Reggie with my eyes. "No sh--?" The Lieutenant looked bemused. "These are a more recent acquisition," Master waved at Janine, Penny, and Drew, not introducing them. "A family group, per your recommendation -- including a male." I noticed that Tony, Master's friend, eyed them warily, and then locked gazes with me. After a moment, he nodded at me. He got it. The Lieutenant nodded. "Well, carry on..." He turned and left, returning to his seat. The others followed. Once they were seated, I watched Tony get his mistress' attention -- and watched understanding of the situation flow from person to person. The Lieutenant looked up at me when he got the word and pursed his lips, frowning -- but he caught my level return gaze and shrugged, dismissing the whole thing. "They know, Master," I whispered. "It doesn't matter," Master shrugged. "It's none of their business." ------- When we got back to Master's rooms, they'd been rearranged to add four little cubbies -- I don't think I would really call them rooms -- off the main room. None of them were the size of Reggie's room -- and none of them had a bed. I decided to be the one to ask... "Where does everyone sleep?" "Where you have been -- with me," Master replied. "I had the bed up-sized. Those rooms are for when I'm irritated with someone..." "There are no beds," Cunt muttered. "I SAID they were for if I was irritated..." Master replied. "Oh." Cunt got smart and shut up. Master's bed was HUGE! We all kind of stood there, looking. It was probably the size of two Kings -- and long... "Andrew, you're across the foot," Master explained. "I want to know if I'm copping a feel of an ass that it's female. Don't mess with my feet -- it would probably irritate me." "Yes, Master." Drew had no problem with the proper response formula. Master eyed him. "Be fucking careful about it -- if I DO find your ass, I'll assume that you offered it." Turning to the rest of us, he said, "We might as well watch video or something. Left to right, we have Penny, me, Bitch, and Cunt. Questions? Mount up. Cunt, you can undress me first." After that, Master truly DID lay off and we just watched some canned TV and went to sleep. I was surprised; we didn't even fuck -- any of us... Maureen: Troy towing a family was a big surprise; we noticed at dinner. Jack drew my attention to it and we went over and said hello. I was pretty amazed; he seemed to have a woman and her son AND a couple and their concubine-aged daughter. We staggered through the meeting and went back to sit, then Tony leaned over to me and said, "Mo?" "What Honey?" Yeah, I know -- we aren't Mistress/slave in operation. Sorry about that; it just doesn't work for me. We're ... emotionally attached. He knows his role. "That one woman -- the one with the boy? She's his ... assistant. She's doing what I used to do when we went out together. She's ... facilitating. The other three are toys. They don't know it yet, probably, but he's gonna abuse the shit out of them -- like he did Judith, but probably more in-depth and for a longer time." "Okay, THAT makes sense..." I related this to Momma and it made the rounds. I asked Jack, "What should we do about it?" Jack shrugged. "Nothing. It's not our business what he does with his concubines as long as he doesn't kill them or something else outrageous. Mind-fucking them is allowed ... Think about it -- we did it to Judith. Did he hurt her, physically? No. Did he screw with her head? Some. Was it ultimately a good thing? I think so..." Reluctantly, I had to shrug it off ... Really, if I got stupid about it, then I would have to blame Tony for all those times he helped Troy get into some girl's panties... Farris: Sunday morning's staff meeting rolled around and we did what we've been doing in the Brinkman group -- looked at the dwindling group of unregistered concubines. "Okay, what about Cynthia?" Doctor Chambers asked. "If you knew the rumors she's spreading about Toni, you wouldn't bother with her," I erupted, my annoyance with her mouthing of the previous day spilling over. I got some looks, so I defended myself, "Yes, I'm aware that I'm capable of stupidity, too -- but I'm working on it." I paused a moment and added, "It isn't as if Cynthia's function is vital to Brinkman; she may be better served by being made available to the general population." Dr. Chambers eyed me, surprised. "Was it that bad?" "Well, I wouldn't be happy if I were you or Toni, but perhaps not," I admitted. "I just don't see anyone lunging forward ... If she were a research assistant, that would be one thing, but receptionists are replaceable." I looked around. "Tell me if I'm being unreasonable." Rhonda murmured, "Dr. Lieberman could well be right. He is certainly correct in that no one who knows Cynthia is in any hurry to accept her." Dr. Chambers shrugged. "All right. Harriet, then." There were several groans. "She's certainly more presentable than a number of the women in the main group, at this point," I noted. "And despite her failings, I have to say that she tends to err on the side of trying to be helpful, rather than trying to paint things badly." "I can't get that picture out of my mind..." someone groaned. "Well," I pointed out, "It is no longer accurate. AI?" A projection of Harriet's current state appeared. "Use this to wipe that..." Dr. Chambers cocked his head. "That's the second time in five minutes that you've surprised me, Farris. Why leap to Harriet's defense?" "She ... helped me..." I said hesitantly. "She can be a little rude, but some of us need that splash of cold water in the face. I'm ... trying to improve -- break some of my bad habits." "Well," Dr. Chambers shrugged. "If she's valuable to you, perhaps you should..." I sat there, blinking in shock. Apparently, I'd painted myself into a corner! "I, um, will give it some thought." Dr. Hopkins noted, "If she's helping you and providing some value ... You are correct in that she is a positive contributor. Her current appearance does not appear to be anathema to you..." "Yes, yes! No pushing, please!" I snapped. Dr. Mortensen eyed her manicure, "You were looking for a concubine..." I became so flustered that I nearly spilled coffee on myself. Toni hopped up and came over and fussed over me, acting VERY female, to the point of intruding in my personal space while wiping the table, "There, there, Baby -- you're okay. Thank you so much for defending me!" "You're entirely welcome," I croaked -- but I was worthless for the rest of the meeting. I staggered out of the room and up and down corridors, blind, my mind totally awash with the implications of this crazy idea that they'd all come up with to push me into... Had it really worked like that -- or was I in the grip of the 'fight or flight' syndrome and running like mad? I'd had SEX with Harriet, for God's sake! Who else could claim that? And it hadn't exactly been a fate worse than death ... Rigorous logical analysis led me to the belief that, whether I feared the idea or not, it had a certain elegance. Imbued with a certain fatalism -- if not insanity -- I turned my steps toward the mess; she would be there for lunch... Harriet: I was sitting discussing with young Britney the ridiculous lack of common sense that seems to be the rule in males sporting a high IQ when she looked up and got this odd look on her face. I turned around and there was Farris, bearing down on us, an odd look on HIS face! 'Uh oh, ' I thought, 'Here we go again... ' Figuring to cut him off before he publicly embarrassed both of us, I said, "Now, Farris, we've HAD this conversation..." He stopped, but regarded me steadily. "Not THIS conversation," he retorted. After a pause, he visibly gathered himself, "Harriet, I'm here to offer you a position as my concubine." Rocked, I gibbered, "That's going a bit far, isn't it? I mean..." Farris cocked his head. "What ARE you talking about?" "I, um..." He had me there: I wasn't going to go announcing our little tryst in public! "I thought..." "That's probably relevant, but it's part of a larger matter, don't you think?" Farris pressed. "Don't you see that the idea has merit?" He cocked an eyebrow. "For someone who sees the state of others so clearly, you have a large personal blind spot." "I thought you just wanted..." I sputtered. Farris sighed. "As I indicated, it certainly doesn't hurt anything, but it isn't my only motivation. You've been extremely helpful to me, and I believe it can be mutual. When you get down to the very basics, you need a sponsor, do you not? Based upon what you know about me, who would make a better sponsor for you?" "I just never..." I stammered. "Exactly. Who would want to deal with my foibles? But you are, already, aren't you? You've already taken on the project. Where would you be better positioned to continue that effort?" Farris argued. "Yesterday, someone called us the odd couple -- I remember being struck by the truth of that designation. We have complimentary skill sets -- and the potential, at least, to be a couple..." I sat there, dazed. "You're serious?" "Yes." His gaze went right through me. "Is anyone else?" He knew the answer as well as I did -- and it was no. I'd been given a major overhaul and looked better than probably sixty percent of the unassigned women (the assigned ones tended to get much hotter looking fairly quickly), yet I had no bites. Farris -- if he was really serious -- was making the best offer I'd had since pickup -- the ONLY offer, in fact... "Are you sure?" "I've examined the situation from every angle..." I shook my head. Couldn't he have just said yes? "All right." Farris frowned. "All right, what?" I gathered myself. "I accept. I'll be your concubine." "Duly recorded." The voice of the AI made me jump. Someone at the table added, "And may God have mercy on your souls!" There were giggles. "Now what?" I wondered aloud. "Now you go back to his place and see if you're sexually compatible," Britney quipped. "That's been done already," Farris said blandly, "So, what's edible?" I added my screech of "FARRIS!" to the chorus of audible gasps, then ducked my head, unable to meet about a dozen pairs of amazed eyes. I centered my attention on my new sponsor who looked mildly irritated. "What?" he snapped. "Surely you realize that protecting your reputation is no longer an issue now that you have a sponsor. If a concubine isn't sleeping with her sponsor, what IS she doing, after all? Besides, anyone really LISTENING to your half of the previous conversation would have divined the fact that we'd had sex -- without any revelation on my part, as I went to some pains to avoid it..." "It's still, well, rude..." I objected. "Doctor, do you consider it to be rude to discuss Britney's sexual performance? Or Rhonda's?" Farris asked. "Well, it's bragging..." Dr. Hopkins permitted himself a small smile. "Not really. No, not at all..." "Harriet is ... surprising," Farris embarrassed me almost to death by announcing. "Were one to know her response curve, certain other issues would no doubt have been overlooked, and she would not have been available for me to collect." "I'll never be able to hold my head up in public again!" I croaked. "I should think you would be proud..." Farris insisted, his hand collecting my left boob. "Farris!" I grabbed his hand. Farris stepped up behind me and covered my mouth. "QUIET! Harriet, have you been paying ANY attention in classes AT ALL? Just nod..." I stopped trying to bite him and tear his hand from my boob. After four or five seconds, I nodded, looking around the table. No one seemed to be outraged, although a bunch of people seemed amused. "You've been listening to the curriculum, no doubt, but bad habits have caused you not to apply the knowledge to yourself," Farris said reasonably. "Put your hands in your lap, now..." I did as he asked, slowly, and he began gently fondling my left boob again. "What you have thought to be unseemly behavior in public all your life is no longer relevant," Farris said quietly. "I'm going to uncover your mouth now, but I want it to remain closed -- do you understand?" I nodded, and his hand slipped to my neck and began caressing it. "You are not a single woman," he stated, "You are not married. You are kept. You are, for the want of a better explanation, property. There is no such thing as unseemly behavior, after the fashion to which you are accustomed to perceiving things. If I decided that you should practice your fellatio -- right here at the table -- it would not be unseemly, even if I then decided to kneel you up and sex you. You have a new role." I got wet. There was something in his tone -- and something in what he was saying. I looked at Britney, who grinned and wrinkled her nose, then sat back -- to reveal the fact that her hand was in Dr. Hopkins' lap. "I will if you will..." "She won't," Farris intervened. "I was merely making a point. At some point in the future, perhaps." He leaned down and whispered in my ear, "All your life, you've done for someone, and lately you've been at loose ends. Well that's over -- you do for me, now. Go see what you can find for me on the lunch menu." Then his lips electrified my neck ... He let go and I staggered up, virtually blind, and stumbled off to the replicators. When did Farris get ... masterful? I was immediately screwed; I had NO IDEA what Farris ate! Racking my brain, I tried to remember seeing him eating -- and realized that, like many others, I'd done a serious job of trying to ignore the pompous bastard that he was ... Finally, by default, I selected for him the same quiche that several of us had picked from the 'recommended dietary offerings' list. When the replicator will pump out more food items than you can possibly imagine, the variety becomes paralyzing, apparently, so the staff pretends that there are 'specials.' Diffidently, I dragged the tray back after adding an iced tea with lemon and two sugars -- something I DID remember... Farris accepted my offering without comment, and I settled back next to him; no one seemed to be paying any attention at all. Conversation was centered around the recent hot topic -- collecting concubine couples from the main group. Farris took a bite and said quietly, "We'll probably have to do that. How would you rate your motherhood skills?" Blind-sided, I stammered, "I'm bossy, but that's probably not good..." Farris patted my leg. "Exactly. We'll want to find a woman who can do the nurturing and let you run the other household functions. I would prefer to be a little more confident before admitting another male into the household, but..." We were in our own little world in the middle of the crowded room; it was eerie. The others were behind glass, it seemed like. "People would understand..." "Perhaps, but I'm in a leadership position," Farris argued, sighing. "No doubt I will have to set an example." He was eating with one hand -- and distracting the crap out of me by rubbing my thigh with the other. "I'll have to make sure that I'm in a position of supremacy. We'll go down to Medical after lunch and have them drop a few more years; is there anything in particular that you would like to see adjusted?" I was awash. "That's up to you, isn't it?" "It is," he agreed, "But that doesn't mean I can't delegate bits and pieces of it." After a moment's thought, he added, "Maybe we should get used to what we have, first." The hand rubbing my thigh shifted and wrapped around me to squeeze my ass. "You can't want that..." I muttered, controlling the urge to try to pry his hand away. I've been accused of invading people's personal space -- but I realized that I'm not used to having it done to ME! Looking around, I could see several of the males -- and at least one female -- being pretty familiar with a concubine; Farris was right about it not being any big thing -- but it was STILL going to take some getting used to! "You'd be surprised," Farris retorted quietly, giving my ass cheek another squeeze. ------- Chapter 66 Harriet: Bernie Rawlins arrived about then, late, with his small harem and the other couple who had taken to hanging out with them -- the Bradleys, I think. The Bradley concubine looked like she'd been to Medical overnight; she had that 'just tuned up' look. Bernie came in from behind us and settled across the way, his eyes on Farris' arm -- the one connected to my ass at the hand. "So," he murmured. "Yes," Farris nodded. That was the whole conversation; I don't think I'll ever understand men ... Trinity, originally Bernie's sister-in-law, I think, said brightly, "So, Harriet -- you're hooked up?" I couldn't think of much to say -- embarrassment was a big part of it. "Uh huh." "It's about time!" She grinned from ear to ear. "You go, Girl!" Trinity was quite a bit more brash than her sister Felicity, and seemed to have taken over the top spot in the Rawlins harem. I was a little embarrassed for Felicity over it. "We're thinking about looking over some couples personal ads this afternoon -- want to come? Kathy and her man are looking to fill some slots..." "I don't know..." I muttered. "Oh, come on!" Trinity cajoled. "Everybody knows that when you have an opinion, you don't hesitate -- it'll help some of us..." She glanced around. "It's ... really up to Farris," I temporized. "We were thinking along the same lines," Farris announced. "When? Where? We need to do a little stop at Medical, first." "Oh? What's the plan?" Trinity flirted. "A stud like you probably doesn't need much..." Farris blushed; the woman could be INCREDIBLY rude! "I thought that if we were going to act like teenagers, we should be under thirty, physically, at least," Farris replied, "Besides, I thought that in the presence of another male, I might need to be able to, um, demonstrate superiority..." "See?" Trinity waved a finger at Gene Bradley. "There's nothing to be ashamed of in getting things tuned up for your harem! I was just telling Kathy that when there is more than one woman in the house..." "Trini..." Bernie growled. "Master?" Trinity turned to Bernie and vamped him, batting her eyes, while going totally servile. She had the tools, all right! Poor Felicity... "I'm sure Gene does fine on his own," Bernie admonished. "Oh, I am, too, Master -- but being a stud for one woman and being a stud for four are two different things -- wouldn't you agree?" Trini insisted. "Sorry, Gene," Bernie apologized, "But she has a point. This bunch tried to kill me for a couple of days..." "Yes, maybe..." I realized Gene's eyes looked haunted. "She may have a point. What do you think, Kathy?" Kathy was VERY careful with her response -- almost scripted. "Well, since you HAVE to take on more women, you should probably look to making sure that you're up to it. Obviously there is no shame in a little improvement to help you carry the load..." "Yes ... Perhaps it's best..." A blind person could see that Gene was covering an inadequacy. "Maybe I'll pop down to Medical with you, Doctor, if you don't mind..." "No, that's perfectly all right," Farris replied blandly. I wondered if he had picked up the undertones of the conversation or not. "What's the plan, if I might ask?" Bernie waved at Trini, who leaned forward. "I thought we would get one of those meeting suites, you know? And we girls can go through the ads and look them over and laugh and make noises, and you guys could, like, relax in another room, and we could only forward to you the ones we were serious about. I'm sure you don't want to wade through ALL of that mess..." Farris shrugged, pulling a face. "Is there a set time? It appears that some of us have an appointment..." "Two?" Trini looked around. "I'm sure none of you needs a major overhaul..." "Two it is, then. Would you care to meet us at a particular medical facility, Eugene? I don't want to interfere with your luncheon," Farris asked. "I'm not really hungry," Gene announced. "Kathy, please stay with Bernie and his group. Call me with the suite number when you've settled in." Suddenly the three of us were on our feet. Farris waved Gene forward and we walked out, Farris' hand STILL on my ass... "Farris," I whispered, "I'm going to start squeezing YOUR butt in a second..." "Gene, if you'll excuse us for a moment..." The next thing I knew, I was being pressed against the wall; Farris grabbed my hands as I brought them up to defend myself. "Now, STOP!" He scared the crap out of me! My first instinct was to knee him one, but he turned sideways. "Harriet! Stop! Now! No one is going to hurt you!" I was puffing like a freight train, scared out of my mind; he held me there until I settled down a bit. I hopped around some and he ended up between my legs, so he was safe from being kicked -- and I was even more exposed. "I can't take this!" I wailed. He leaned in and pressed himself against me and I wanted him gone for a while, but he kept whispering to me softly and I slowly settled down. After I stopped flopping around and being actively hysterical, he stopped just going, "Shhhh..." and murmuring and asked some questions. "You've never been married, never dated, never done much..." he muttered in my ear, "Right?" "Uh huh." I was too shaken to lie. "You've never really been close to anyone, have you?" "No." I'd spent my entire adult life more or less taking care of Mom; she had a stroke when I was in high school... "That's changing. You KNOW I mean you no harm, right?" "I..." I couldn't quite go that far. "I'm going to let go of your hands now..." He did, and I dropped them; they just sort of flopped. It seemed like all of the blood rushed out of them while he pressed them to the wall above my head. "You scared me to death!" I whined. "You're not used to affection," Farris theorized. "That's a problem, because I want to give you affection -- a LOT of it." "I ... You'll have to..." I gasped and shut up; his lips were on my neck, creating goosebumps. His hands were on the wall, but his body was pressed against me -- and I could feel his cock through his pants, pressed against my pussy mound. I don't know what I planned to say next, but what came out was, "Uuuuhhh!" "Things have changed," he whispered. "We're ... more than married. You're going to sleep with me tonight and tomorrow night and the next night and the next..." -- then his lips were messing with a spot right behind my ear and I had my head cocked and turned so he could get at it and my hands were rubbing his back ... I got lost in the sensations; when he let up and I came back to sanity, I had one leg up, wrapped around his and was rubbing myself against his boner ... VERY embarrassing! "Are you better?" he asked. 'Fuck me!' went through my head, but I choked out, "Yes." I looked past Farris to where Gene was standing there, looking everywhere but at us, and was instantly mortified. "I'll be ... fine..." I put my foot down and let go of him. "Just hold my hand," Farris murmured. "We'll work on the other stuff. I'm sorry I scared you; it's just ... I've been waiting a long time to be able to give..." I wanted to cry; I'd known all along that Farris wasn't ever in a relationship, but it hadn't occurred to me that he was as needy as I was! I'd acted like I was being attacked by a serial rapist, when all he wanted to do was love me! "I'm fine, now..." I muttered. "I'm sorry." "So am I." "We need to go," he husked and I nodded and stepped out next to him, meekly. Gene eyed us and asked diffidently, "Can I ask... ?" "We're ... not used to being in relationships, Farris related. "I ... rushed things. I was in a hurry. I scared her." "Oh." I think Gene understood, but only dimly. ------- I went into the tube first; I think it was so Gene and Farris could discuss sizing their cocks without embarrassment. When I came out I felt younger and tighter and my hair was red again from tip to root. I tried to remember if I'd been this size at eighteen -- and couldn't. When I was eighteen, what I looked like really didn't matter much; I was going to school at home in between Momma's diaper changes, and had been for almost two years. "You're going to smooth out and drop a little more over the next twenty-four hours," the medic told me, adding, "In case you don't know it, he likes your ass." Farris emerged younger and dapper-looking, with the white and grey banished from his beard and moustache. I wondered what he'd settled on for a cock size; the medic seemed able to read my mind, because she leaned in and whispered, "You'll like it." "What he had was fine," I whispered back. "The other guy..." the medic shrugged. "He needed work. Do you do him?" "No." "We had to, um, recommend that he not get stupid," the medic related. "He was going to overcompensate." I just nodded -- too much information. Farris came and took my hand again and said, "I think we're due. I got the suite number relayed from the AI. Shall we?" I nodded, not trusting myself to speak; Farris looked HOT with hair ... We headed off down the hallway, with Gene trailing us. Trinity: Phase Two of getting Kathy fixed up was going to be harder than Phase One -- she was going to have to get past her issues. Kathy had been to Medical and I knew that the 'new' Kathy helped her self-image, but she still had a serious problem with the whole 'other women' thing. What she NEEDED was to get past the icy shock, one way or the other; she was clingy and, well, basically scared shitless that her meal-ticket was going to drop her like a rock if he saw something better. The plan was to get her past the fear, one way or another -- and, well, maybe get a little strange from Gene... What Gene came back from Medical with could help or hurt, depending. The timing wasn't what I'd hoped for when I got Kathy going; what I'd wanted was for her to come home all hot-looking and sit on Gene's new dick and then we could go from there. Now, we were gonna be looking at couples without any idea what Gene ordered up in the way of meat... Mister Snippy and Harriet the Harridan were a delaying tactic; they made a fine excuse to get Gene off to Medical and they slowed things down -- but when they showed up at the suite at two, I wondered if I hadn't underestimated them. Mister Snippy was looking, hey, pretty hot, and Harriet had just the beginnings of a glow on. Add to that the fact that they were holding hands like a couple of young kids and it was too cute for words ... I almost missed Gene skulking in behind them... I didn't, though. I scooted over to Kathy and said, "Are you going to check it out?" She got big-eyed. "Should I? Now?" "Well, we're gonna be looking at guys," I pointed out. "You probably ought to have a basis for comparison. See if you can get him into one of the side rooms and at least get a look ... Want some help?" "No, no..." Kathy took off like her tail feathers were on fire. They were hilarious from a distance; Kathy, remembering that she needed to wheedle, whispered in his ear and you could read Gene's lips when he exploded, "What? Here?" -- but she led him off to another room and closed the door... I figured that she would get a look and come back out to report -- but somebody (maybe TWO somebodies) wanted more than that; I ended up tap-dancing and pretending to arrange screens and wasting time trying to pull preferences out of Bernie and Mr. Snippy (who was being a lot less prissy than his wont) while Kathy bounced on her new toy. She was bowlegged and smiling when she came out of the room, and Gene emerged looking positively stupid and grinning from ear to ear, so I had to figure that he'd been fitted with a decent upgrade... "So how was it?" I asked in a whisper. "Omigod!" Kathy came back. "It's HUGE! Like, eight inches!" "Well, now you know..." Yeah, I was gonna have to show Gene my signature corkscrew blowjob ... If Bernie didn't pick up a second dick, I could ride Gene -- and if I was lucky, I'd have Kathy thinking I was doing her a favor... It was time to read Harriet in; the guys had retired to the room next door to smoke and joke or whatever. "Harriet, can we talk?" "Okay." "Look, there's a hidden agenda here, Hon," I began. Harriet looked wary. "What is it?" "Kathy has the 'unhappy wife syndrome' -- did you get that in class?" I asked. Harriet gave a snort, reminding me that a wise old head sat on those smooth new shoulders. "Yeah, sort of. I didn't pay much attention, since it didn't apply to me." "Well, she's got it bad," I explained. "She's got a lot of time and energy invested in her meal ticket and she has self-image problems..." "And who doesn't?" Harriet grunted. "Yeah, exactly," I agreed, trying to put things back on track. "In short, she's jealous and clingy and worried that her old man will find greener grass to mow. We're trying to help -- we got her to talk Gene into a makeover for her, which was a good thing -- but Gene got one, too, which might NOT be..." I waved at the wall, where Harrah, Kathy, and Sis were already screening some couple's video. "This is about Kathy feeling like she has some control over who is coming in." "Okay..." Harriet waited. "There is still the other problem -- we have to find a way to desensitize her to the whole idea of some other woman riding Gene's nice new pole..." Harriet looked right through me, "Which is why YOU volunteered, I bet..." I flinched. "Well ... Bernie might not pick up any backup; he has worries about his manhood -- why, I'll never know, since he's an absolute GOD in the sack ... That being the case, if his daughter Susan doesn't check out and set up her own place on her fourteenth and take Harrah with her, Sis and I could have to share a lot more of him than we might like. Gene might be an acceptable backup, you know? Not family, so no real threat..." "And Kathy isn't going to freak when you muscle in on her man?" Harriet asked dubiously. "Not if it's done right..." I argued. "I really AM trying to help -- if she freaks out the way some women do..." "Well, you're juggling priorities," Harriet retorted. "Try to remember which balls stay in the air..." "The big thing this afternoon," I explained, trying to keep things on track, "is trying to keep her from only picking total dogs. I'm pretty sure that Gene is smart enough to realize he has a veto, but we don't really want her to be that obvious. She's hoping to control things..." "Surely she realizes that Medical can make a silk purse out of a sow's ear?" Harriet exclaimed quietly. "Well..." I grinned sheepishly. "She does, but like a lot of us, she isn't thinking about it. We tend to go with what we see, instead of what we hear, you know? She might actually screw the pooch pretty bad if she picks a really nice but ugly chick..." "Hey, what about this one?" Harrah yelled. I rolled my eyes at Harriet and we went over to scope their catch... Bernie: I don't know what possessed me to have the AI set up a big screen with a view of the women -- basic caution, I guess. Or maybe I thought we could laugh at their antics while they thought we weren't looking. But when Trini pulled Harriet off to talk to her privately, Farris frowned, "Something is up." "AI," I directed, "Please give us that conversation between Trinity and Harriet..." By the time it was over, all three of us were surprised! "I had a vague idea of the whole 'unhappy wife' thing," I admitted to Gene, "But I wasn't aware that Trinity planned to put you out to stud!" Gene looked deeply embarrassed. "I wouldn't have done much for her before this afternoon," he admitted. "I wasn't much good in the sack -- and was getting slowly worse." "Yeah, but..." I mused. "Trini is ... manipulative. I'm aware of it. She has me on the hooks, even -- I'm embarrassed to say how. She's also an accomplished sexpot. I thought Felicity was, but her sister learned a few things in the school of hard knocks..." "What do you want to do about this?" Gene asked. "Well..." Farris interjected, "You could stop it -- or you could take advantage of it. Gene, your concubine has what is perceived to be a serious problem in this culture; you may want Trinity to proceed, even to the point of bedding you." He turned to me, "On the other hand, you may want to clip Trinity's wings, before or after." After some thought, he added, "There is going to be a problem with Kathy's perception of the woman involved. If she's got a serious problem..." "She does," Gene interjected. "Then the first woman to have sex with you, whether she is present or not, is going to spark some hatred, unless it is handled VERY carefully..." I nodded. "We need expert advice." "Guilt may blunt this effect," the AI announced itself. All three of us jumped, I think. "Explain?" Farris directed. "If the concubine Kathy is placed in a situation where she must be sexed by another male, there would be a certain 'payback' aspect to sex between Eugene Bradley and a female. Kathy is loyal to the father of her children because she believes it is the coin she pays for his fidelity in. Given her issues, even if she were instructed to have sex with another male, she would feel some guilt -- especially, if she enjoyed the encounter -- because that contract of fidelity is breached through her action. This would tend to render her powerless when presented with another female enjoying sex with Eugene, because the contract will have been broken." Gene frowned, thinking about it. "Maybe..." "The concubine Trinity is no doubt aware of the difficulties, and may have come upon a tactic for handling them," the AI posited. "As has been indicated, she is devious and manipulative. You may wish to discover exactly what her planned tactic is -- and allow her to execute it if it appears capable of succeeding. Some possible tactics suggest themselves..." "Such as?" I inquired. "Something similar to her attack on you," the AI replied, embarrassing me. "She may offer to give Kathy instruction in fellatio. This would place her in contact with Eugene's sexual organs in the framework of a teaching situation that it would be difficult for Kathy to object to. This would tend to blunt the impact upon Kathy while actually breaking the barrier, desensitizing her." "Attack on you?" Farris looked amused. "Yeah." I grimaced. "She organized a little fellatio party that ultimately led to me breaking down and accepting her and Harrah as concubines. I ... wasn't thinking with my big head." Farris shrugged. "How bad has it been?" "It hasn't -- but then, Trini has managed to muscle her way into the Number One spot -- and she obviously has too many bright ideas." I pursed my lips. "Actually, Felicity is still Number One, if push comes to shove -- but Trini has, um, operational control." "What do you think Felicity thinks of that?" Farris queried. "She trusts her sister, but I bet she has nagging worries." Farris sat back and played with his wineglass. "Are you ready for a couple?" he asked Gene. "No." Gene looked away. "Bernard?" Farris turned to me. "No, not really. I'm beginning to understand Trini's thought process, but..." I admitted. "I'm not, either," Farris sighed. "But I plan to proceed, anyway. Neither Harriet nor I is particularly gifted at child-rearing; neither of us has any experience at all. We need to shake down, too -- but there is no time. As a result, we may select a couple and allow them to continue their relationship more or less undisturbed until we have our own under control, then slowly introduce the added dimension." He frowned. "Neither of you may have that option, but then you DO have a certain foundation with your concubines." "Some of them," I mused. "If I bring in a couple, the only way I'll keep Trini off the male will be a direct order backed by dire threats." "That will be ineffective, Bernard Rawlins," the AI declared. "Trinity will disobey -- it is in her nature. The issue will not even be the male -- it is not now. The issue will be her unconscious desire to force you to demonstrate your dominance over her -- physically. Trinity's history is not coincidental; she seeks out dominant males who will bring her to heel. Her current machinations are as much based upon this desire as the other, more visible goals." I blinked. "Run that by me again?" "Trinity wants you to exercise control over her -- preferably physically. She wants you to discover her plots and punish her for her temerity in executing them." "How, exactly?" I'm not violent; I can do whatever is necessary to protect my family, and I would take up a gun or whatever, but Trini's procession of spouses and boyfriends tended to be brutal... "There are multiple methods -- the simplest, perhaps, being a slap or a spanking. More complex might be deprivation of some type, such as not allowing her to eat or making her sleep on the floor -- anything that establishes that you are a force in her life to be reckoned with. Once such a demonstration occurs, she will submit -- and the urge, satisfied, will be quiescent for a time. But regular flare-ups will occur and will need to be dealt with." "How is it I never heard about this?" I rasped. "It is not in her to discuss it. She does not even recognize the need, consciously." "How would I explain this to Felicity?" "You are not required to," the AI replied, "but you could make the attempt. If you do, allowing her to discuss the subject with Trinity would be counter-productive, as Trinity would assume -- correctly -- that you are manipulating her. However, a successful demonstration would probably provide Felicity with all the evidence she might require." "So how would I keep her from screwing up in the first place?" I asked. "Exercise your will over something else -- her attempt to blackmail you, for instance," the AI retorted. "Hey!" I erupted. "Trinity has nothing with which to blackmail you in any case," the AI wound ponderously on, "Sex with your daughter Susan will be fully authorized when she reaches fourteen." I covered my face. After a moment, Farris said quietly, "They're remorseless, those AIs. But it's right -- who cares, if Susan doesn't?" "Felicity might..." "Too bad," Farris retorted. "You KNOW she doesn't get a vote..." "How long would it last?" I asked the AI. "Indeterminate," the AI replied. "You will know when a new treatment is required -- she will not be deceptive about it. Trinity will engage in activity designed to attract your attention. The more forceful your control, the longer an application will last, and there may be things that you can do over time to contain her. That is your prerogative." At that point, a second screen lit -- actually mirroring the first, which the women were not aware of. "Hey, guys!" Trinity yelped, "We may have a winner, here!" Trinity: The look on Bernie's face gave me a little shiver; the other two were up to something, too, I think, but I shook it off as I passed the video to them. I'd been riding Bernie ever since the night of the blowjob lesson and he hadn't even kicked -- he probably wouldn't care about this deal, anyway, even if I didn't come out with any threats about telling Sis that he wanted to stick his dick in little Susie. The Flowers were godawful. The mother's name was Carrie, the father, Stanford Flowers III. Where I come from, if you have a 'III' after your name, Granddad did all the work and you and your old man lived off the interest -- and it was true of Stanford. They had a little girl named Candace, about Little Patty's age, who was showing signs of spoilage already. I thought it was kind of cute, you had 'Carry Flowers' and 'Candy Flowers' -- and 'Flowers Stand' ... Okay, maybe I'm weird... Anyway, they were rich -- that's how they got into the school, apparently. Now, naked and penniless, they just people, you know? Not hot shots. Carrie and Stan both looked ... wasted -- like burnouts. Jaded. They were scared now, though -- you could tell. They weren't EVEN special here... That was the draw for Kathy; Carrie looked sorta like Kathy had looked before going down to Medical -- only maybe a little worse. And Stan just looked like a stupid jerk. That made them perfect for Kathy... I watched the guys flinch as their scores came up. They sat through the video, which was a riot, since Carrie was busy pretending that they were temporarily inconvenienced, not screwed for life... "What do you think guys?" I asked. Gene leaned up to answer, but Mister Snippy leaned up and waved and said, "We'll get back to you." Then the video of the guys' room blanked. Yeah, they were up to something all right... Bernie: "That's what we can expect, I guess," Farris announced. "I stopped you because I was thinking that maybe you could just use them to get Kathy over the hump." Gene blinked. "I don't get it." "Interview them," Farris explained. "Have Kathy do something sexual with Stanford and sex the woman in front of her -- then tell them you're not interested." "That seems kind of nasty..." Gene mused. 'I'm certain that they've used others similarly," Farris pointed out. "Indeed," the AI remarked. "Data gathered during their CAP testing indicates that their wealth and their wealth alone has kept them from incarceration on numerous occasions, mostly for wanton disregard of one rule or regulation or another. The child may be salvageable, but the couple is without any redeeming features. It is expected that they will be unemployable in roles expected of a concubine..." Gene shook his head. "Given that the basics for the woman are to lie down and spread her legs, that's pretty bad..." "It is anticipated that at some point, they will commit some offense that will lead to their termination, especially in view of their records," the AI revealed. "If that happens, notify me," I said. "I'll want to see what can be done for the child." "Noted." "So what do we tell Kathy?" Gene asked. "Tell her to that you'll think about it, but she can do better," Farris advised. Kathy: I had high hopes, but when the guys came back, Gene said, "Make a note of them, Hon, but they're low priority. I just don't think they're our type." I nodded, disappointed, and the guys cut the video again. Trinity came over and said, "They were AWFUL, Kath! Come on, you can be a little more subtle than that, can't you?" The other women nodded in agreement, so I tossed them on the rejected pile and we went back at it. Trini and Felicity weren't seriously looking, but the other woman, Harriet, was; she made me look bad by picking out two or three decent-looking couples for her man, Farris, to look at. I got by pretending that once she'd glommed onto a couple, I didn't want to cut her out; Farris screwed that up by saying no, which released them, though. Fortunately, Gene didn't call me on it ... It's all so HARD! Don't people understand that I love Gene? I don't know what I would do without him... As the afternoon wore on, I felt more and more pressure to 'get real' and I got more and more desperate. Gene's new cock made one tactic no good; I couldn't pick a guy with something really big dangling and have Gene say no because he was now pretty good-sized and could get more if he needed it. That left fat, homely women -- something there was no shortage of -- but all Gene had to say was no ... Toward the end of the day, he started saying, "Let's go back to so-and-so..." and I knew he was lowering his standards -- something I couldn't afford ... I know that from Trini's viewpoint I was supposed to be picking someone out, but I just couldn't do it! Finally, it was dinner time -- and I'd survived the afternoon. We were starting to skate close to something Gene might approve of, just because -- but I got lucky. The men announced that it was dinner time and we got up to leave the room -- and Trini leaned over to me and said, "So, how's your head?" ------- Chapter 67 Kathy: "Oh, fine, fine," I replied. Actually, I had a bit of a tension headache... "No, silly!" Trini laughed. "I mean cocksucking! Have you ever done a big one?" Caught short, I said, "Uh, no..." "He's big now, right?" "Well, yeah..." "What about deep throat?" Trini asked. We'd fallen behind the men; Felicity stuck with us while Harriet and Harrah split the difference in distance between us and the men. "It, uh, wasn't necessary," I admitted. I loved Gene, but... "Oh, yeah, that's right..." Trini looked up and beamed. "I'm good at it -- and I'm a good teacher -- aren't I, Sis?" Felicity nodded. "She is, actually. I didn't know how..." "Well," I mused, "It can't be any too..." "How is your gag reflex?" Trini asked. "Got one?" She proceeded to poke a finger down her throat, then pulled it out to ask, "Can you do that?" "I, uh..." Did I need this? "I don't know. Gene usually..." "Well, he DID, maybe, but things are different, aren't they?" Trini pointed out. "There is nothing like a good blowjob to ensure that he's all happy and lets you have what you want..." Felicity nodded wisely; she did a lot of that. "Wow, I don't know..." "Look, you're gonna need this thing in your corner..." Trini warned. "You need to step up to the plate with him, you know? Show him you understand your new job..." She shrugged. "It's no big thing; I'll kneel up and give a little demo -- you'll be right there, next to me. I'll show you a technique, then you practice it a while, and we move on to something else. It'll go a long way toward making sure that when you DO have to put up with another woman, she gets the back seat..." It was all so reasonable -- but I kept seeing Trini's lips around Gene's pretty new cock... "I probably don't need the class, really..." "Well, why don't you show me, then? You can suck him and I'll give you a few pointers and we won't go beyond that unless you need it -- how's that?" Trini smiled her winning smile. "I'll ... talk to Gene about it..." ------- She didn't let me, of course. Halfway through dinner, she asked me in a stage whisper, "So, did you ask him?" "Ask me what?" Gene asked. "If she could show me her blowjob technique!" Trini answered, full voice. "Kathy says she's got it all down pat, but I offered to give her pointers. I'm pretty good -- and a pretty good teacher -- I've got Sis and Harrah swallowing Bernie like pros!" I looked around, embarrassed -- and it seemed like everybody was in on the joke! Harriet looked a little nonplussed, but Farris and Bernie were both acting like it was the most natural thing in the world to talk about giving blowjobs at the dinner table. Even Gene's "Is that so?" sounded rehearsed... "Oh, yeah!" Trini was all innocence. "I don't know if anybody has said anything, but in the past, I wasn't real lucky with guys -- not like Sis. I kept finding bad guys. Well, you don't learn the interesting stuff when you're with nice guys -- they're nice and they think of you and they aren't demanding, you know? You learn ALL about sex from bad guys, because they want it, period! So I know a few tricks, you know? Stuff nice guys don't ask for and nice girls don't learn..." "I see..." Gene muttered -- and I knew there was no avoiding it from his voice. "I think it's real nice of you to offer to help out like that. In fact, you were very helpful today, wasn't she, Kathy?" "Oh, yes..." There was no escape... "Well, gee, maybe Bernie can bring you around later and you can show Kathy some of that stuff -- wouldn't that be nice, Hon?" Gene asked. I was doomed... "Yeah, that would be great..." No one noticed how lukewarm my response was... ------- They didn't even go home! Well, Harriet and Farris did, but Bernie and Felicity and Harrah and Trini just went back to our cabin or whatever with us ... I found myself kneeling in front of Gene, fishing out his beautiful cock -- with Trini on my right and Harrah on my left and Felicity on her left, while Felicity fished Bernie's cock out of HIS pants ... And Trini goes, "Isn't Bernie's cock nice? Sis, go ahead and show Kathy Bernie's cock up close..." Harrah backed up and Felicity literally stuck Bernie's cock under my nose -- and when my eyes uncrossed, Trini was pumping Gene's cock, going, "Wow! What a nice one!" And I'm horrified, but Felicity is rubbing Bernie's glans against my lips, smearing his pre-cum on them, and if I open my mouth, it's going in ... I threw myself backwards and Trini went, "Oh! Hey, sorry!" and let go of Gene ... but I'm licking Bernie's goo off my lips and wondering if I couldn't have gotten out of the way instead of having that happen to me... Trini doesn't give me five seconds to recover before she goes, "Okay, cool! Let's see your action!" And I'm fucked, because I don't have anything for an eight-inch cock; earlier in the day we'd both been too anxious to fuck and I just never got around to sucking him! I tried to bluff my way through, but it's too big and I'm not prepared and I choke and gag. Trini is all sympathy, telling me, "You really needed to bring your head down lower and open your throat ... Watch this! Harrah..." And skinny little Harrah goes "Gulp! Gulp! Gulp!" and sticks her nose in Bernie's pubic hair! I kneel there watching and Trini says, "Sometimes it's the foreskin that does it. Bernie doesn't have one ... Want to try it?" Harrah backed off leaving Bernie's cock all slimy from her spit and I shook my head -- but Gene said, "Oh, go ahead, Hon -- you can quit bluffing any time..." Harrah, grinning from ear to ear, waved Bernie's cock in front of my face again... I grabbed the shaft -- more to hold it off than anything else -- and look up at Gene, who is looking back, waiting ... There is no escape, so I slowly open my mouth, watching Gene watch me. I can't believe I'm doing this, and I can't believe he isn't stopping me -- but Bernie's glans slides along my tongue, leaving a trail of pre-cum and I close my lips around his shaft. I've been sullied; I should have said something, should have stopped it, but, no, I was sucking a stranger's cock with my husband looking on... "Better?" Trini asked, adding, "Duck your head a little so you have a straight shot and see how much you can take in..." There is no reason to stop now, so I go ahead and try, taking Bernie's length in until the spongy tip hits the back of my throat, causing me to gag. I opened my mouth to retch and Trini sighed and said, "Sometimes you need outside help to get past the hard parts, you know?" Bernie slid his fingers through my hair on either side of my head and I looked up at him and he looked back and said, "Let me help you." He took control of my head and moved it and repositioned me so my neck felt hyper-extended -- and then pulled me forward, not stopping until he was lodged in my throat! Trini's face loomed and she said, "See? I knew you could do it!" Bernie let up and I thought I was going to heave -- but I didn't. Then he pulled me back onto him and released me, pulled and released, and I basically forgot about Gene... ... Until Trini said, "Hey, watch this!" and I shifted my eyes from Bernie just in time to watch Trini swallow Gene the first time! She had this corkscrew move, wiggling her throat onto him like some kind of perverted snake; I wanted to scream and cry and tear her away from my Gene -- but I had Bernie's cock in my mouth and I was sucking and slobbering and pushing it down my throat ... Tears poured, but I was gagging and slobbering and everybody probably figured my eyes were just watering -- and Trini kept swallowing my Gene's cock until he groaned and his eyes rolled up and she backed off so everyone could watch him paint her tongue... There was nothing else to do, so I punished myself by driving myself onto Bernie's erection, with his gentle assistance, for the four or five minutes it took him to cum. I watched Gene while Bernie flooded my mouth; he was looking back as if he was waiting for something. When Bernie was done shooting, I opened my mouth to display my shame, then swallowed. I'd drunk another man's cum, and Gene had emptied himself in another woman's mouth. We were ruined... Ten minutes later, the four of them were gone; Felicity said something about abusing poor Susan by making her watch the little kids all day and they trooped right out. It was like watching me swallow Bernie's cum put an end to something; it did, but they shouldn't have noticed. I checked on Gina and Ellen, then crawled into bed with Gene and said nothing -- I just cried myself to sleep. We didn't talk about it; Gene seemed to know what was wrong, but he seemed more or less satisfied with the result. Bernie: I brought my women home in a thoughtful mood. We'd done what Trini set out to do -- and I agreed that it needed doing, for Kathy's sake -- but there were the other issues, such as Trini's hidden agenda. I could let it ride, but this seemed to be the time to do something; problem was, I didn't know what! In the period of our marriage, I don't think I had given Felicity a good shake, let alone slapping or spanking her ... I might have gently popped Susan on the butt a couple of times to get her attention, but she was generally a good girl; Jerry was, well, male, and required a bit more firmness -- but I'd STILL never wailed on him for anything! Patty? Forget it. 'How far do I need to go?' I asked the AI. the AI replied, 'Recommendations?' 'That's a tall order!' I exclaimed mentally. The AI considered this to be necessary -- did I? Yes. If I didn't do it, Trinity would continue to cause trouble -- and might influence young Harrah and even Susan or Felicity. There was going to be considerable amazement among that group... Upon our entry into our rooms, I turned to Felicity, "Go check on Susan and the kids." Felicity, somewhat surprised that I should bother to tell her how to raise our children at this late date, nodded and moved off. I held Harrah in place with an upraised hand and turned to Trinity, "So, are you satisfied with your efforts?" Trinity looked mildly surprised. "Well, yes. Kathy won't like what is going on, but in the long run, she's better off..." "And what about your secondary goal?" I pressed. "Did you enjoy Gene's cum? Did you enjoy getting it?" I'd never seen anyone's facial expression reflect 'Uh oh... ' as clearly as Trinity's did in that moment. Flicking a glance at Harrah, she said, "It was okay..." "Trinity is concerned that I might flag on her or something, so she was warming up another pitcher in the bullpen, Harrah," I explained. "She figured I wouldn't complain, ultimately, if she occasionally got a ride from my friend Gene. She might be right, but her methods in going about it have to be answered for." Trinity, clearly in 'Oh, shit!' mode, said quietly, "I'm sorry, Bernie..." Harrah frowned. "You mean we did that to Kathy so Trini could fuck Gene?" "That was one reason," I agreed, nodding. "It wasn't the ONLY reason -- Kathy's behavior, which would have been fine on Earth, is self-destructive here. That's why Gene and I allowed Trini to carry on with the farce. But the other goal was always in her sights, wasn't it?" "Yes," Trini admitted meekly. Then she got brave -- or stupid. "We all have our hidden agendas..." "It is difficult to blackmail someone over public information," I retorted. "Felicity! Susan!" Trinity looked stricken; she watched her sister and her niece enter the room with big eyes. I turned directly to Susan. "Your Aunt Trini is playing games; she thinks she knows something she can hold over me that will give her some control over me. She's been riding roughshod over the bunch of us, thinking she has control of the situation. I'm about to prove her wrong." I gathered myself. "A few days ago, your Aunt Trini basically offered to help me seduce you so that we could have sex. It wasn't anything verbal; she just discovered that I was interested during the little blowjob lesson she gave you and let me know that she knew. Now I'm telling you, so YOU know, that I'm interested..." "Trini!" Felicity erupted. "Bernie..." "We've discussed this, but it wasn't real until Susan started working on me," I told her. "You have to decide whether you're upset about it now that it is real to you." Felicity thought about it. "That would be kind of dumb, wouldn't it?" she mused. "Nothing will ever come of it," I told her, "unless Susan wants it to. When she's a sponsor..." I left that and added, "There would never have been any coercion, in any case." "What if she doesn't make it?" Felicity asked. "The ground rules we discussed still apply," I replied. "She can go elsewhere -- or she can volunteer -- but I won't be in the business of taking anything." "No change, then," Felicity nodded to herself. "It's just out in the open." "You can have my cherry, Daddy," Susan declared, "either way. You don't need any help to get it." She stuck her tongue out at Trinity. "Similarly, your Aunt Trini decided that I was being unreasonable about bringing other men into the family. The thing we did for Aunt Kathy tonight -- which I'll let your mother explain, if she hasn't already, had as a hidden agenda an opportunity for Aunt Trini to seduce Uncle Gene and set up a situation where she could get sex from a second guy if she wanted. What she didn't know was that we figured it out ... She admitted it, too -- didn't she, Harrah?" Harrah nodded tightly, and Trini got glares from the other two females. I sighed. "The AI says that Aunt Trini doesn't mean anything by these kinds of things -- they're just a fault in her makeup. I have two options; I can send Aunt Trini away, or I can take what you might consider extraordinary measures..." "So you've done it AGAIN!" Felicity flared. "Poisoned the well! This is MY man you're screwing with, this time! I don't know why I..." "She's your sister, Honey," I put an end to the harangue. "She hasn't broken anything yet, because I won't let her. But she has to be punished..." "Absolutely!" Felicity agreed. I settled myself in a chair -- an armless one. "Trinity..." I beckoned with a finger. "The rest of you are not required to witness this -- you can leave at any time if it bothers you. Across my lap, please..." Even as she settled over my thighs, Trinity mumbled, "You're kidding, right?" That irritated me, so I gave her a good whack across the right ass cheek. "OW!" Trinity turned big eyes on me. She might as well have had a neon sign over her head that said, 'I thought you were a nice guy!' It didn't seem to be wise to respond, so I whacked her again, making my palm sting. "EEK!" the AI advised. I nodded and delivered swats three and four in a measured cadence, to the tune of her "OW! OOOHHH! PLEASE..." I closed my ears; looking up didn't help, though -- Harrah, in particular, flinched at every blow. Trini began to wail fairly quickly; I stopped and nodded Harrah out of the room, and Susan followed. Felicity, oddly, watched avidly. I resumed, and Trini, who had been hoping her ordeal was over, bawled with renewed energy. I got into a rhythm; my hand went numb fairly early, so pain wasn't a problem for me. I watched her ass cheeks throw compression waves from the impact points, rippling outward. I lost count at around forty strokes and concentrated on watching the color shift through the spectrum of pinks toward cherry red. Trini bawled gustily. When they hit the color I felt represented sufficient punishment, I let up. Felicity was still standing there, devouring the scene with her eyes. "I'm finished with this," I announced, "but I'm not finished. You may want to leave." "No." Felicity visibly re-thought her response. "If you don't mind, I'll stay." I found THAT interesting... "I intend to be somewhat brutal," I warned, "if I can." Felicity licked her lips. "Okay." This was a side of my mate that I'd never seen... I subvocalized a request to the AI, got a confirmation, and asked Felicity, "There will be a bottle in the replicator -- would you get it for me, please?" She was off like a shot ... and grinning when she came back. The bottle was lube... Trinity had subsided to sniffling and the occasional hiccup while I rubbed her burning ass. "Get up," I directed. "Bend over and brace on the chair back. Spread your legs." I got out of the coverall and took the bottle from Felicity -- but seeing what I was up to, she took it back and poured some on her hand and slathered it on my erection. I took the bottle and dribbled a bit at the top of Trini's ass crack, then proceeded -- without any further preparation -- to press my glans against her anus. Trini gazed at me over her shoulder, bug-eyed; then her expression shifted to agonized as I made headway. Felicity, again holding the bottle, dribbled more lube on the junction between Trini's unprepared sphincter and my cock as I slowly forced it in. There was enough lube that Trini's bud wasn't sandpapering the skin off my cock, but not enough to make it easy. Trini gritted, "Oh ... Holy Jeezus ... God!" as my glans popped through. I kept going, wringing an extended, "Aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhnnnngggghhhhh!!!" from her as I sank deeper and deeper into her ass. Felicity stood there, measuring the millimeters, I swear ... I bottomed out and began sawing in and out; Felicity and I worked out hand signals for lube application without really working at it; she just watched me and when the going got tough, the bottle tipped. It was important to keep up the friction, though, so I didn't ask for it if I didn't have to. Trini grunted with every impact as I pistoned into her ass, "Uh! Uh! Oh! Ugh! Uhnh! Uh! Ugh! Agh!" I took no prisoners; the idea was for me to get off and for Trini to hurt for it. At the outset, I didn't think I was up to it, but after the spanking I was hard -- and it didn't subside. I went at things hard and fast; at one point, Trini loosened up and Felicity, noticing that I wasn't as into things, made this little hand movement. I got the idea and popped Trini on the ass and she shrieked -- and tightened right up -- so I did that any time things got too easy. I took to using her anal ring to rub the flange of my glans, which had to be aggravating for it; Trini continued to grunt and groan and whine, but ... Felicity noticed, too and stepped back, then whispered, "I think she's getting into the pain..." THAT was a surprise ... I wasn't certain what to do about THAT! I was starting to get that extra tickle that presaged an orgasm; Felicity stepped in close and said, "Can I try something?" I waved permission and she squatted next to Trini and reached up... I didn't see what she did, but Trini howled "OH JEEZUS! FUUUUCK!" And her asshole clutched me and her pussy did something that made my balls wet and it was plenty to set me off, since I was already almost there! I grunted and lodged my glans just inside her clutching sphincter and hosed her colon with a big load -- long pulses! Ass fucking hadn't really been something Felicity and I did, but I was learning to be a fan ... I staggered back, pulling my cock out of Trini's ass and it was smelly and had this puddle of mixed brown and white frosting on the top. Felicity looked at me and nodded her chin at Trini and I got it and directed Trini, "Turn around and open your mouth..." Trini knew what was coming; undoubtedly, one or more of her long list of abusive boyfriends had demanded THIS ... She sucked in the mess and cleaned me off, gagging some. I settled into a chair to keep from falling down. And then gathered my wits for the post-punishment admonitions... "Okay, Trinity, clearly I'm not going to put up with any shit from you. I know you were testing me, trying to see if I would step up to the plate. Do you have your answer?" Trini was all sincerity. "Oh, yes, Baby! I'm SOOO sorry! I'll be so good -- you'll see! I promise!" "You'd better call me 'Master, ' I guess -- you haven't earned the right to call me 'Baby' or 'Sweetie.' I don't know WHAT I'm going to call YOU!" I rasped. "Pain in the Ass, maybe." "I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!" Trini rubbed her face all over my cock. "Until next time, I bet," I grunted. the AI transmitted. 'How often?' I asked. 'I see.' Well, maybe it would be worth it ... Nudging Trini with my foot, I said, "Go on, get out of my sight. I'm irritated with you." Trini scrambled out of the room. I gazed up at Felicity, then waved her into my lap. "Tell me." Felicity looked off into the depths of space and said quietly, "I was always the good girl. Trini did all kinds of stupid stuff at home -- drugs, booze, bad boys, just stupidity or craziness. Daddy used to beat her ass -- and make me watch. Sometimes, I even got to say things -- tell her what a fuckup she was while Daddy spanked her." She was quiet for a bit. "I bet Daddy wanted to do what you did, after; he would get up with a hardon like you did..." "That wasn't easy for me," I pointed out. "It will get easier..." It was a chorus, the members of which didn't necessarily hear one another; the AI mirrored Felicity's sentiments exactly. "How did you know what to do?" I asked. "The spanking her butt to tighten her up and such? What did you do to set her off?" "Trini called me all the time and told me in great detail the horrors her latest loser would put her through," Felicity sighed. "I actually did some vicarious living hearing about it. She has a masochistic streak -- she's talked about it and how she gets off sometimes that way -- so I knew that she'd flipped and was enjoying the pain. I got down and tried my damnedest to crush her nipples..." "So what do YOU want?" I asked quietly. "I just want to help..." After a bit, we went to bed and made a somewhat more gentle version of love -- not a LOT more gentle, because Felicity was insatiable. She kept waking me up and whispering, "Again..." This whole thing was going to be tough -- but I could see the benefits. Farris: After dinner, I took Harriet home, being careful not to be overly familiar. Eventually, after showers and other cleanup, she cuddled diffidently against me in my bed. "Can you tell me what happened?" I asked. "It was silly of me, I guess," she whispered. "You surprised me with the approach -- and kept on surprising me. I wasn't prepared and I'm not used to familiarity. I know that I do it to other people, but I really hadn't experienced having my personal space invaded that persistently. It was too much, too soon -- so I freaked." I nodded; the explanation was in line with my expectations. "I apologize. I have a great deal of ... affection ... bottled up inside me. I just allowed the cork to pop off and expected you to handle it." Harriet nodded, musing. "You were so different -- and it was so sudden. This was in there all this time?" I nodded, somewhat overcome. I guess it is a part of the amalgam that makes me what I am -- the driver for my constant attempts to obtain attention and recognition. I've always wanted a target, someone for whom I could open myself ... One learns not to allow one's vulnerability to show, as it opens one to attack, so I hide it beneath my brusque exterior and my pushy demands for attention. All my life, I've wanted someone to share myself with -- someone to, well, love... I didn't realize I was crying until a tear dripped on Harriet's neck, causing her to jump. I know that makes me seem to be a big baby, but I'd come so close ... Harriet came up on her elbows, took one look and exclaimed, "Oh, my God..." -- and in the next moment she pulled me atop her, wrapping her legs around mine and her arms around my back, caressing, while I buried my face in her neck and cried like a small child. I don't know how long I blubbered while she murmured in my ear and kissed my neck and caressed me -- but I needed it badly, so it took however long it took. Finally, I got some control and lurched up and mumbled, "Sorry!" "I'm not," Harriet replied. "Now I know why I'm here." She pulled me back down and started kissing my neck again. My self-pity expiated, pleasure moved to the fore and I began to return her efforts. She began making soft sighs and her nipples popped up and began poking my chest as I explored her with my hands and lips. I moved to capture one in my lips and Harriet moaned softly and undulated beneath me, rubbing her mons against the underside of my erection, which started a cycle of what some people might refer to as 'dry humping' -- but it was ANYTHING but DRY! We shot right up the scale to manic arousal; I shifted myself just a bit and surprised us both when the move resulted in my sheathing myself in Harriet's warm, wet depths! Oddly, we didn't go wild; once I was inside her, we actually slowed some. It was as if we had succeeded with the difficult part of things and could now proceed with reaping the rewards. I set up a measured stroke that maximized our pleasure while fondling and squeezing her breasts; she returned my attentions by rising to meet the stroke but not driving for anything additional that wasn't required while rubbing my flanks and holding my eyes with hers. I'd never had sex like that -- prostitutes have other goals and priorities, the main one of which is the parting of you and the maximum amount of your funds in the minimum amount of time. We weren't going anywhere; Harriet didn't have another date in fifteen minutes and I didn't even have a wallet, let alone money ... We just pleasured one another until I was unable to contain myself and exploded into her depths. Then we kissed and fondled and caressed -- still connected -- until, alas, I fell asleep... "Farris?" I grumbled at the intrusion; I was having the most wonderful dream of being buried to the hilt in a loving woman. "Farris, Darling, I have to pee..." THAT opened my eyes ... and there were Harriet's before me. "Oh, sorry..." I scrambled up and something went 'Slurp!' -- my still-erect penis sliding from her vagina. "My God..." I muttered. "I'll say!" Harriet smiled. "I'll be right back..." She levered herself out of bed and I watched her sway across the floor, a little bowlegged. I remembered a horrible three-dimensional representation of that body, but that particular version was gone, leaving something I wanted to see -- and feel -- a lot more of... By the time she came back, it was my turn -- I had tremendous difficulty getting my erection down to something close to the horizontal and the plumbing switched over so I could urinate. Youth had returned to me -- but THIS time, I had someone to share all of that vigor with instead of spilling it here and there in rags and toilets and God knew what... When I returned to bed, Harriet placed me on my back and impaled herself on my still erect pole -- and we did it again, slowly, carefully, each doing whatever seemed to be the correct things to do to maximize the pleasure of the other. I had to stabilize Harriet in the saddle momentarily on three different occasions before I fountained into her depths, spewing jets of my seed against her cervix. She collapsed atop me, her hair tickling my nose, sighing "Wonderful!" I couldn't have agreed more. This time, SHE fell asleep first, gently snoring against my chest. I drifted off myself, sublimely happy. ------- Chapter 68 Mark: Monday morning I bounded out of bed at the sound of the alarm, squeezing a handful of Graciela's plush ass, and went off to shower and prepare for the day. Life was good -- I had more sex from hot women than I knew what to do with and things were starting to turn on the couples front. Javier met me in the main room for coffee, also looking chipper; there was some kind of an issue between him and his mother, but sex with Grandma Estrella was just fine ... I suspected it was merely the fact that Estrella was mellower -- maybe only in bed, but then, that's the location under discussion... We gathered the clan for breakfast; I coordinated with Javier as to our planned final stop and elected to take Nana with me on my usual audit... ... And that's where things got a little weird... You see, Nana was dressed -- in more or less regular clothing, the way dependents (mostly children) were dressed, not in a sponsor's uniform or a crew uniform. But she APPEARED to be maybe forty ... Concubines that looked at her were immediately incensed; if she was forty and not a sponsor, then she was a concubine, right? And if she was a concubine, why wasn't she naked? I passed off the initial rumbles and grumbles, not realizing the problem, but in the second mess, we were approached. A heavyset woman planted herself in front of me and said, "Decurion, what's up with this woman?" Why do I have to run around naked and she doesn't?" In a blink of an eye, it seemed that we were surrounded by unhappy concubines of both sexes... "There is a simple answer," I replied, frowning at her in my best forbidding manner. "The woman is dressed as a dependent because she IS a dependent. MY dependent." "Yeah, right!" some male groused. "What makes her a dependent?" I thought about it. "AI, please project Nana Salazar's appearance upon arrival on the Valhalla." The AI obliged, displaying Nana as a crone in widow's weeds. "Nana is the product of the same medical treatments many of you have obtained and will obtain," I explained, "but there is only so much that can be done. She is -- how old are you, Nana?" "Eighty-two," Nana supplied. "As a result, we can't possibly restart her reproductive system. This is the youngest appearance we can provide for her, unlike many of you who will likely be shifted back to your teens or twenties. Therefore, she is a dependent." "She doesn't LOOK like a dependent," someone grumbled. "How do I know that's her?" "Do you remember World War Two, young man?" Nana asked. "I don't mean newsreels -- do you REMEMBER it? How much do you think gasoline cost during the Great Depression?" "I don't know," the guy rasped, "Do you?" I rubbed my face; appearances were deceiving, regularly, given Confederacy medical care -- but many of these people had not been exposed to it enough yet to realize that they might be looking at an octogenarian. This was a complication I hadn't expected when I ordered Nana regressed as far as was practical... "Marcus, would it make your life easier if I went nude?" Nana asked. Despite a certain mild danger, her eyes were laughing. No doubt there were a dozen automated stingers pointed at this mess, but whose fault was it, anyway? "It would seem to be the simplest solution," I admitted. "Then I will make it so." Nana started getting out of her clothing. "Does that meet with everyone's approval?" A small child appeared, having wormed her way through the crowd. "You're really eighty-two?" "Yes I am, child. Let that be a lesson to you -- appearances can be deceiving." Nana, having removed everything, rolled her clothing up, then eyed the roll, grimacing, before turning and walking slowly to the recycler and dumping it. People parted before her and tended to close after, but she made it back to me unmolested. Smiling crookedly, Nana said, "Actually, I'm somewhat pleased that you think I look good enough to join you in this -- you certainly would not have wanted me to a week ago..." "You look better than me," the original woman grumbled. "Your sponsor will no doubt improve your appearance markedly, child..." Nana patted the woman's face. "All will be well. I'm sure you'll have many fine children; alas, my days of making such a contribution are long at an end." Nana turned to me. "Shall we go, Marcus?" We had no further issues -- UNTIL we got back to the family! Graciela freaked! "Why is Nana naked?" she demanded. "I'm not naked, Granddaughter," Nana replied haughtily, "I'm wearing a fine outfit of youth and beauty -- and as such should be on display!" Further explanations took a few minutes -- but the family understood, once they thought about it. "If the price I pay to look like this is to display it for my men to see, I pay it gladly!" Nana declared. "Other men get to look, but not touch..." I had the AI replicate some flip-flops; Nana had been wearing regular shoes when accosted, leaving her barefoot -- and everyone ELSE was in flip-flops -- well, all of the other concubines, anyway. With the uproar behind us, we ate, then Marisol and Javier headed off to classes and I escorted my harem back to my quarters -- from the center of the formation. I was enjoying the sway and roll of Graciela's generous hips from the rear when Nana crept up beside me and whispered, "Have you had her culo yet?" "No." But I threw a hardon. "Leave it to me. Marisol and I will prepare her for tonight." "Estrella has the duty," I objected. "Duty -- bah! Pleasure, you mean!" Nana retorted. "There will be plenty for Estrella after you have introduced Graciela to the joys of having her culo plunged..." "What are you angling for now, old woman?" I whispered back, amused. "It is my place to be indispensable..." I chuckled; the little sneak WAS up to something! I hugged her to me, murmuring, "I don't know if I can spare you, now that I have drunk in your nude glory..." "It's all part of my grand plan for domination of the males in the family," Nana teased. "Watch the tetas..." She wriggled her shoulders, initiating a delightful jiggle. "Soon, you will follow me everywhere, drooling, like you do Graciela's culo..." I laughed out loud, prompting a glance from Graciela -- which caused another chuckle. "Graciela's culo will wait until tomorrow," I chided Nana, "I'd planned to drag you along with me today, especially now that you're dressed for it." Nana cocked her head and eyed me sidelong, smiling, "Perhaps I can interest you in my culo?" She presented it and twitched it at me. "When you have given up your plans for male domination, perhaps," I chuckled. "When that happens, I will show you a culo that knows how to entertain your pito..." Nana smiled. "You two!" Estrella erupted, hands on her hips in mock horror, "Why don't you just do it in the hallway? Nana, have you no honor? You would steal our man from us to be your plaything? Your own daughter and granddaughter?" Nana waved negligently at her, "Eh, you are American -- you have no appreciation for the finer things ... Marcus is a pearl beyond price, and you would spend him for hamburgers." I laughed out loud. We dropped the girls off and went to Colonist Control and then my office -- but the culo talk continued off and on all day, comments like: "Estrellita has done it, I am sure; Hector would have talked her into it. But you know Estrellita -- she's a bit of a tight-ass, so she probably has bad habits. I'm sure she would whine about it hurting." And another time: "I have high hopes for Marisol -- she's young and eager and doesn't have the hang-ups the other two do. I'm sure that if it is presented properly, she'll be thrilled to death to let you use her culo all the time..." I was surprised that she didn't prognosticate about Javier! Of course, the upshot of the whole thing was that by evening my cock was like steel! Still, I gritted my teeth and determined that there would be no ass action; Estrella's pussy would do just fine. Actually, I needed her mouth before dinner to take the edge off. Estrella, of course, wanted to know the source of the excitement -- and Nana, seemingly unconcerned, was happy to provide the information: "We've been discussing Graciela's culo -- well, and yours ... And Marisol's, too, I think..." THAT got me a look... "You are fascinated by... ?" "Actually, it's your mother who won't drop the subject," I growled. "She thinks she's found something to tease me with and it has been culo, culo, culo all day long..." "Well..." Estrella raised an eyebrow. "Well, nothing!" I snapped. "If you want, we can see if Nana's predictions regarding you are correct -- or you can do what you were doing!" "He's a little testy, isn't he?" Nana said mildly. "Mama!" Estrella backed off her suction to admonish her mother. "Of course, you know who has the most fuckable culo in the Salazar family, right?" I growled. "According to Nana, of course..." Estrella gave her mother a look, "So THAT's it!" "Just exactly!" I replied. "It's a blatant attempt to lure me into her web -- and she's turned you into a victim! Suck!" Estrella managed to laugh about it. Later, in bed, Estrella, fiddling with the fur around my right nipple, mused, "It has been a long time since Mama has had a man..." "And?" "You should give her a taste of her own medicine." "How, exactly?" "Make her watch." Estrella grinned at me. "Make her watch you with me, make her watch you with Graciela, make her watch you with Marisol. If you want to win this battle, you need to take the fight to her!" "You could have a point," I agreed, "but your ass might be forfeit. In the process of giving her what she thinks she wants I may have to lay a trap. Currently, she thinks exposing me to culo will cause an addiction." "I would do this. Mama needs to be taken down a peg. I will speak to Graciela, too. We will beg for it and act like it is the most wonderful thing..." I eyed Estrella. Are women just not happy unless they're involved in some kind of conspiracy? "Very well. If you can, try to brace Graciela. We'll do the thing with all proper ceremony -- and witnesses -- tomorrow night." "It will be as you say, Master." Estrella grinned. Oliver: Monday, I sat down with my girls. Vera was gone for the day; to be fair, Vera was gone, period. I knew that she wanted to continue our relationship after a fashion, but we'd opened her little chrysalis and the butterfly that emerged didn't REALLY need me; she had other needs and desires and foci. Rhonda and Britney were too bright and too valuable to leave at home every day; I wanted them with me. That meant that we needed a woman at home -- and maybe more than one; maybe a man, too, although that admission came harder. Judith was going with Chief Slocum if I had to handcuff them to each other -- anything else was just ridiculous. Therefore it was time to go hunting a couple. After the morning Brinkman staff meeting, I put my girls on it and set myself the more onerous task of preparing the speech I would give Vera releasing her, when that situation came to a head. I considered that the children were the important component of the situation; I wanted bright, sponsorship-capable children properly picked up and nurtured, if at all possible. That set the girls some parameters and they got busy -- but there was quite a bit of sifting to be done. As it turned out, they needn't have bothered; I saw something viable the moment it passed in front of me, in the form of a young, well-dressed, dark-haired boy carrying a large bowl of ice cream. We had just arrived for luncheon and the boy was in the line in front of us at the replicators, where he collected his massive dessert -- and he was just in the process of carrying it off when a voice erupted, "Adrian! Adrian Turner, you take that back and get a sandwich, NOW!" I turned to see a somewhat heavy brunette in her early thirties facing the boy down, feet planted, fist on hips. "Aw, Mom!" the miscreant whined -- but he turned back and took the bowl to the recycler, trying to sneak a bite as he did. "Adrian..." his mother warned. Adrian dropped the spoon, then dumped the bowl in the recycler, angrily. "Britney..." I murmured. "I'm on it." She began murmuring to the AI. In a moment, the data was appearing for me; Evelyn Turner, thirty-two, CAP five point nine, good nurturing and problem-solving scores, mother of Adrian Turner, eleven, in sponsor track at Siefort and Claudette Turner, nine, track indeterminate. Husband Jeffrey, thirty-three, CAP six point one, occupation listed as laboratory technician at a chemical plant. Nudity did not present Evelyn well; her breasts sagged and the roll at her belly was visible and her legs weren't that nice. She'd had two kids -- and it showed -- and not just in the form of the vertical Caesarian section scar on her belly. She turned and noticed me examining her and looked behind me at my girls -- and burst into tears and fled. I didn't understand. "What just happened?" "I think we were a little daunting," Rhonda offered. "Ah." I thought about it while we collected our food, then turned to young Adrian, who had been forced to rejoin the line behind us. "We're going to go sit over there," I told him, pointing out a spot. "Please ask your mother and father to join us." Adrian eyed me suspiciously. "Why should I, Mister?" "Because if you do, I am going to insist that you be allowed that bowl of ice cream," I replied, "AFTER your sandwich, of course." Adrian gave the idea some thought and nodded. "Okay." "We'll be waiting." We moved off and settled at the designated table. Moments later, young Adrian gravitated to the vicinity of his parents and delivered the message. His mother's head came up, swung our direction, and her eyes met mine -- then she hunched herself and looked away. Her mate, however, -- a tall, thin, rather cadaverous looking individual in glasses and a brush cut -- gently but firmly motivated her to collect the children and slowly make her way into my presence. "My son says you want to see us..." Evelyn said quietly, "although I can't guess why." I waved at seats. "I was impressed with your demonstration of parental authority," I told her. "It's so refreshing these days." While Evelyn eyed me suspiciously to see if I was serious, I turned my attention to the male, "Jeffrey, is it? What kind of laboratory work did you do?" "New materials research," he replied, naming a major firm. "Polymers, mostly." "I am Dr. Oliver Hopkins," I related. "This is Dr. Rhonda Patterson, when I allow her titles. Britney Shelton was -- is -- a graduate student and research assistant. We're with the Brinkman Foundation." Evelyn hung her head and muttered, "Looks like that and..." I chuckled. "If you've seen my spouse of twenty-some years, you would be a good deal less worried, Evelyn -- you don't mind if I call you Evelyn, do you?" "God, no! It's better than 'Jo Jo the dog-faced girl'..." "You know, it really isn't as bad as all that," I insisted. "Did either of them look like me?" Evelyn asked. "Well, er, no, actually..." "You're not helping, Master," Britney interjected, taking over. "See that rather large woman over there in the Civil Service uniform?" Britney stood up and waved, "Vera!" Vera was over at the main Brinkman table. She got up and ambled over, followed by Mike and Cletus. "Hi, Ollie. Hi, girls. Why aren't you over at the main table?" "We're interviewing a couple," I supplied. "Evelyn Turner, meet Vera Hopkins -- my spouse until very recently. Evelyn has body image issues..." "Been there, done that," Vera snorted. "I'm better, but I'm not slinky on purpose -- it helps me to deal with others like me." She turned to me. "This is a good idea -- you need a new Head Bitch..." "My thought exactly -- someone to keep the children in line and the household running smoothly. Evelyn believes in exercising parental authority," I related. "Oh, good!" Vera grinned, "We have one son and three daughters and they're all either sponsors or well-placed for concubines and I have to believe it's because I didn't just talk them to death." "So, you're serious?" Evelyn looked surprised. "Very. You've met the immediate family. Vera is semi-independent; she has those two male concubines, there, Mike and Cletus. They're both gentlemen. Vera can be ... very demanding, sexually, so her harem is all-male. Britney and Rhonda compose my immediate entourage, but they are obviously more oriented on intellectual pursuits. I'm assuming that given an opportunity, Jeffrey would find our work more rewarding than playing a cross between Mister Mom and Deuce Bigalo, Male Gigolo. I need a woman who can handle the child raising and other household duties -- maybe two, in fact -- but you have impressed me as possibly being able to handle the leadership role..." "I, uh, Jeffrey?" Evelyn turned to her mate. "He just bribed me, Dear," Jeffrey replied. "I think you should look at this seriously." "As for sex," I continued, "I don't have any bisexual leanings. Jeffrey, we can discuss impregnation of individual females on a case-by-case basis, as you and Evelyn appear to be turning out a quality product. We'll be taking you down to Medical and bringing your physical age back some and making other repairs and adjustments, but Evelyn, you should understand at the outset that I have no intention of making you a carbon copy of a fashion model. We'll want you to retain some features that many equate with motherhood." "B-but..." Evelyn stammered. "That doesn't mean he won't be having you slimmed down and tightened up, Hon," Vera interjected, "you'll just be a huskier honey. Oliver isn't used to sleeping with Twiggy, you know." She fluffed her hair and posed. "No doubt, he would have touched me up a bit more, but I put a stop to it, deliberately." "Not much, actually," I replied, "Variety IS the spice of life." "Jeffrey needs Medical!" Evelyn declared. "I think he got into something at the lab. He's been better the past few days, but..." "Now, Dear..." Jeffrey muttered. "We'll be looking at repairs and maintenance for everyone," I noted. "Do you like sex? It's not required, I guess, but it is certainly a convenience. Clearly, my time with you will be limited, but you will be taking part in the population growth." "I like sex," Evelyn said diffidently. "So, you and Jeffrey and..." She turned to Mike and Cletus, "What about them?" I pursed my lips. "I hesitate to rule them out. Concubine's duties usually extend to sex with the sponsor and literally anyone else the sponsor designates. That might or might not mean Jeffrey -- but it is stipulated in this case. I anticipate that Vera may not be a long-term member of the household..." "You do?" Vera looked stricken. "Not because I want it or you want it, Dear, just because you have your duties and I have mine," I rushed to explain. "I'm not spurning you -- I just think that at some point you will decide to be on your own." "We'll have to talk about this..." Vera had tears in her eyes. "I really didn't expect to until you brought up the subject," I said softly. "It's been on my mind, however, so it surfaced..." I pulled her down to kiss her -- something she returned fervently. "It's more on the order of acceptance, should you discover that it is time to spread your wings. I'm happy to have you -- I just don't want to hold you back." "I ... all right, then." Vera's lip quivered and her voice was husky with emotion, but she got control of herself and stepped back. Turning to Evelyn, she said, "I'm a gang-bang slut -- something you hear about, but seldom see. The boys have their hands full -- but I'd like to see them get something periodically besides my skanky pussy." Cletus, in particular, looked shocked. "Uh, Vera -- ain't you being a little hard on yourself?" Vera smiled at Evelyn ruefully. "Cletus is a gentleman ... a black gentleman. I got him at something over sixty and he doesn't have a rude bone in his body. Mike is a cut above, too." Evelyn nodded, bemused. "Jeffrey?" "I think it's a wonderful opportunity," Jeffrey declared. Evelyn turned to me. "Uh, okay, then, I guess." "Recorded," the AI's voice seemed to come from somewhere over the center of the table. "Jeffrey Turner?" "I accept," Jeffrey nodded. "Duly recorded. Evelyn and Jeffrey Turner are now the property of Dr. Oliver Hopkins, who assumes guardianship of Adrian and Claudette Turner." As suddenly as it popped up, the AI's presence disappeared. "So now what?" Evelyn wondered aloud, "Medical?" "Well, we have an open issue," I replied. "I made a promise, and despite the effect on your parental authority I need to keep it." I turned to Adrian, "Have you finished that sandwich, young man?" "Yessir." "Go get the bowl of ice cream I promised you." "Yippeee!" Evelyn looked irritated, so I explained, "Adrian held out for a reward when I asked him to direct you over here. Given the success of the venture, I cannot in good conscience deny him ... You remain in charge of child nutrition." "Come on, Ev," Jeffrey chided, "He's right -- it's a big day." Evelyn nodded, mollified. ------- The revised Evelyn looked quite a bit like Judith, from a purely physical standpoint; we left her under in a tube for a good two and a half hours to get the whole thing accomplished, given the fact that other issues led us to spend the time, anyway. Evelyn's concerns over Jeffrey proved warranted; somewhere along the line he had been exposed to a carcinogen. His initial medical processing had stopped the ongoing destruction, but hadn't repaired damaged organs; I had that taken care of, which required some serious tube time. I hope to be forgiven for ensuring that his copulatory performance was just a touch short of mine -- which did actually require minor improvements to effect... The rest of the day was all about getting everyone settled in my quarters; Evelyn had come under the impression that I still had children running around, and was surprised when she discovered that Judith was it -- and she had already been married and wasn't really expected to be a fixture. ------- Bedtime got awkward quickly. After the children were settled, I gathered my family in the main room and settled them into chairs. After a moment's embarrassed hesitation, I broke the ice, "I believe that I will be taking Evelyn tonight." I paused, eyeing Jeffrey. "You have options in this, but I'm sure you realize that it must be done and might as well be done early. You may observe or you may participate -- or you may choose to do neither, in which case I can offer some consolation..." I had rocked Evelyn several times, by now -- but the worst was the last. "What? What consolation? I thought..." I eyed her more or less attempting to lead her by my mild demeanor to take a step back and look at things calmly, "You thought what, my dear?" "I know that you ... Dammit, he's MINE!" Evelyn burst into tears. Jeffrey made to move but I held up a finger. "This is for me to deal with -- you clearly cannot help." Jeffrey nodded and subsided. I got up and walked over to Evelyn and hugged her to me. "I know you have been told this multiple times since your arrival -- and I know that, like many women, you have chosen to ignore the facts, mostly out of fear and an inability to envision the results. Jeffrey is NOT yours -- you gave him up that day over a week ago when you stepped onto a transporter disc and came here. I'm sure you didn't realize it at the time, but it is true, nonetheless. If anything, Jeffrey belongs to me -- just as YOU belong to me. I control who Jeffrey sleeps with just as I control who you sleep with." "B-but..." "But what, my dear?" "If he..." "If he sleeps with other women, it will ruin your relationship?" I supplied. "That assumes that all that has gone before between you is a lie. If you sleep with me, will it change how you feel about Jeffrey? You will, you know -- tonight." "I ... no." Evelyn looked up at me, sniffling. "These are your sisters," I said, waving at Britney and Rhonda. "They are here to help, to shoulder part of your load. You would deny them the benefit of Jeffrey's company?" "Well..." Evelyn looked away. "Jealousy ill becomes you and will not be tolerated," I declared, moving things up a notch. "In order that you are unable to blame Jeffrey for any sexual contact he should have with Britney and Rhonda, I can merely order it. Jeffrey seems sensible -- he will obey orders -- but even if he were to take the potentially deadly chance of NOT being obedient, I can always apply coercion with him, just as I can with you!" "Coercion?" Evelyn was taken aback. "We're going somewhere ugly, here -- and that isn't something I do in my family," I snapped, irritated. "Let's not go there. Surely, though, you've been listening in training, right? You understand a concubine's duties?" "Well, yeah," Evelyn admitted. "Surely you realize that those duties apply to Jeffrey in general, too? That he has to please me? I'm not in the least interested in him having sex with me, but I may need to call on him to assist me with one or more of the three of you..." "I'm just a little..." Evelyn mused. "These things are coming at you pretty quickly, I guess," I mused. "I think once you get started your perspective might change some -- what do you think?" Evelyn looked up at me, her expression guarded. "Maybe." We were both well aware at this point that she had few options. "Let's start simple," I suggested, "Do you do oral sex?" Evelyn glanced around the room, clearly unwilling to discuss the subject. "Come now," I chided, "At some point, everyone in the room will know the answer -- in fact, at some point, the answer will be yes, even if it isn't now." I was becoming irritated; I had been open-handed with her and she insisted upon acting as though she had no idea what her situation was! This wasn't my first experience with females who stubbornly refused to accept reality, but it was growing old... "It was a low priority thing with us," Jeffrey volunteered, drawing a glance from his mate. "There was something lacking in her technique -- I just couldn't get off..." "Technique can be handled by training," I replied, "I can ask Vera to step in -- she is accomplished." Latching onto certain cues in Jeffrey's demeanor, I added, "Attitude is also correctable. If I detect a bad one, I'm not above taking corporal measures to correct it." "Corporal measures?" Evelyn looked up at me, wide-eyed. "Spanking, and so forth," I clarified. "You would be surprised at the attitude adjustment a few strokes from a riding crop delivers." After a momentary pause, I added, "Why don't you show me your technique now?" "Um, okay..." Evelyn threw a glance at Jeffrey and started working to open my fly. Britney tittered; she knew what was going to happen as well as I did. I simply do not understand the feminine thought process; why would you withhold something pleasurable from your mate? Males don't operate like that -- yet females do, regularly! When it became apparent that there was nothing wrong with Evelyn's technique that practice wouldn't cure, I waved Jeffrey over. "Perhaps practice has improved her," I offered. "Why don't you see?" I backed off and pointed to Jeffrey, eyeing Evelyn in a manner designed to browbeat her into proper performance. Evelyn shifted over, eyeing me guiltily. Soon after Evelyn took him in, Jeffrey gasped, "This DOES seem better..." "You've been dealing with her too gently," I told him, with a significant glance that said this was a general comment, not limited to blowjobs. "You should assert yourself and make sure she knows what you want. Handle her a bit..." Jeffrey grasped Evelyn's head and began guiding her. "She knows what's coming." I watched them for a moment. "Let's move to my bedroom. Britney, bring me that crop, after which you girls can go to bed. Have the AI alert you to issues with the children." Women are such cowards; I merely slapped my palm with the crop a couple of times and Evelyn rolled over. In less than five minutes, I was admonishing her, "Jeffrey's seed is precious. So is mine -- swallow every drop!" Jeffrey, head back, poked her throat and gushed. After that, Jeffrey and I were a team; Jeffrey knew too much about Evelyn's hot buttons and I accepted no excuses. By midnight, Jeffrey was enjoying his first anal sex while I plunged up into Evelyn's vagina from below and she clutched herself to me mewling in pleasure. Neither of us was particularly brutal in our delivery methods but had given her no choice in the matter, Evelyn accepted what she was being given and drew pleasure from it. Of course, the fact that the pair of us alternated giving her cunnilingus until she was a quivering mass of overloaded nerve endings might have had something to do with it... ------- Chapter 69 Bitch (Eleanor): Sunday, Cunt must have stepped in it two dozen times. Generally, Master had Penny or I make corrections -- preferably Penny, as it rubbed her mother's nose in the fact that Penny knew what she was up to and she didn't. Attempts to run things, one way or another, were a primary issue, when it wasn't something simple like position choices. Cunt hadn't learned her FIRST lesson, either -- in her head, Master wasn't 'Master', but 'Troy' -- which meant she made mistakes and assumed too much in the way of her relative position. Master seemed to be taking his time, but the storm was coming... In the afternoon, he had Penny walk Cunt and Drew through self-application of an enema; Drew appeared to be an afterthought -- but I don't think Master HAS such things. I'm certain it was deliberate humiliation. I got to supervise, but Penny was the instructor -- again, no doubt, because he wanted Cunt's nose out of joint. There was, um, a hilarious little timing problem; Cunt and Drew got filled up at the same time, which meant they wanted to expel at the same time ... Cunt almost got a lap full of crap when she got stupid and refused to clear the decks for Drew after relieving the initial pressure. Penny was embarrassed, but I felt free to titter a bit. I also made DAMNED sure that Penny and I were clean, too -- we took turns. Master wasn't going to catch ME napping it I could help it! As is typical with Master, the exercise had nothing to do with his plans for the evening; for his own entertainment, he had Penny and Cunt kneel up between his legs and take turns giving him fellatio. Penny, of course, did her level best and even managed an occasional deep pass into her throat -- but Cunt didn't show Master anything. I watched his face; I'm really not clear why, but he was holding himself in check. When Penny finished him -- both times -- he had her snowball some seed to her mother -- who didn't appreciate it, naturally ... I went to bed under the clear impression that Master was deliberately allowing Cunt to anger him seriously before unloading on her. I was right. By Sunday night, Drew was beginning to feel the effects of whatever craziness Master and the team from Medical came up with and spent some time moaning in his sleep and tossing and turning and playing with his pee-pee. That left us a little frazzled on Monday morning. Master kicked us out of bed early and slept in for another hour, telling Penny that he intended to eat in and that the four of us (and Reggie) should go to mess together under my supervision. Apparently, he cleared it through the AI, too, because we had no issues. Cunt ragged on Drew all through breakfast; I just sat and watched, not interfering. Penny looked bothered, so I pulled her aside. "Does your mother do that to your father all the time?" "Some days are worse than others," Penny replied. "It's a bad habit. He's still male. She's been too casual with Master, too. I hope you'll understand when the time comes for her to pay..." I murmured. "Someone has to get through to her -- I can't," Penny sighed. I just nodded. When we got back, I deliberately sent Cunt in to awaken Master, knowing she would screw it up... ... And she did. "Troy! Time to get up!" she said from the doorway. I was three feet behind her and suddenly wanted to be elsewhere, lest I be made to share the blame... Master was FAST! The next thing I knew, he had her by the throat! "Don't say another motherfucking WORD, Cunt!" he rasped, then glanced around. "Where is Reggie?" "School, Master!" I yelped. Master nodded and started talking to the AI. He forced Cunt to go to her knees and said, "Get Penny and Andrew. Gather in the main room. Have Penny pull my order from the replicator. Crawl in front of me, Cunt -- and if you ever want to use your voice again, save it!" She took off, crawling, and he kicked her, dead in the pussy! Fortunately, it was a lift, not a direct strike ... She gave a little shriek, anyway, and I had to wonder if Master was going to let THAT slide... "Presentation One, Cunt!" Master snarled. "You have a bad attitude; watching Penny and Bitch demonstrate proper behavior has no fucking effect on you!" He positioned the rest of us in front of Cunt by pointing with his finger -- and we MOVED! He lined us up, Drew on the left, Penny in the middle, and me on the right, facing Cunt, all of us at attention. Master took switch or something from Penny and pointed at Cunt, "Fix her." Penny, clearly scared, went to her mother and tuned her position, then returned to her place and knelt up, after which, Master asked, "Penny, how do you awaken your Master?" "Um, there are options, Master -- basically, it is up to Master to define, but as gently as possible. The most popular way is with a blowjob," Penny replied. "What about coming to your master's bedroom door and yelling?" Master asked, his voice tight. Penny flinched. "That wouldn't be a good idea unless master specifically authorized it." "I didn't know!" Cunt burst out. Swift as a snake, Master backhanded her across the mouth! "Did I TELL you that you could speak yet?" he snarled. "DON'T!!" Cunt, clearly disoriented, shut her mouth and shook her head. "Position!" Master snarled. He turned to Penny and Drew and said, "You realize, of course, that nothing else has worked..." They both nodded dutifully. Turning to Cunt, Master directed, "You may answer my questions -- that is all! Don't add anything! What is my name?" "T-- AAAIIIIIEEEEEEE!!!!!" Cunt started to say the wrong thing -- and Master struck her across the tops of both breasts with that switch, which made a NASTY whirring sound in the air before it made contact! "Position!" Master roared. Cunt was waving her hands -- apparently, he'd gotten THEM, too. "Presentation Two, then! Move! Penny, adjust her! If it takes more than five seconds..." "Momma!" Penny yelped, "Get your hands behind you!" Cunt didn't make it. Master beckoned us to him and drew us away. "Penny, I'm sorry but she needs for me to be firm with her." "Yes, Master." Penny nodded, her head down. "Hold her arms behind her. Bitch, cover her mouth when required -- you'll know." He waved us forward. Penny knelt behind her mother and took her wrists, pinning them behind her. I stood by, a bit to the side. Master advanced on Cunt, "Now, what is my name?" "Master?" Cunt was bug-eyed with fear. "That is correct, but you weren't sure. Clearly you need reinforcement training," Master replied. The switch whirred in the air and I leaped forward to muffle Cunt's scream as Master left a second mark across both breast tops. "Now, again, what is my name?" "Ma-a-a-a-a-ster!" Cunt blubbered. "Correct!" But the switch landed again ... Cunt writhed in our grasp, howling into my hand. Master went through this twice more, asking the question and striking her breasts, this time from her other side; I noticed that the end of the thing left marks that were particularly nasty. After the fifth strike, he waved at us, "Let her go." Cunt flopped over on her side, screaming and crying and clutching her striped breasts. Then we all waited for a good five minutes while Cunt worked her way through the initial agony and started to settle down. Finally, Master stirred her with his toe and said, "Crawl into my office." She did so, still sniffling; we followed. When we got there, Master whispered to the AI and a narrow cylinder extended itself from the ceiling with a pair of cuffs or binders of some type attached to the tip. "Stand up, Cunt," Master directed. Cunt staggered to her feet and Master moved her under the cylinder and attached the binders. Cunt knew better than to fight or argue -- she just let him do what he would. When he was done, he whispered to the AI again and the cylinder retracted until Cunt was on her toes. "Now," Master said, placing himself before her, "Beg me to do the other twenty strokes of the cane only on your ass and not anywhere I feel like!" "Twenty! Ogod, Master, please, no! Not twenty!" Cunt wailed. "Twenty-five, then?" Master asked. "Thirty?" "No, no! Twenty is fine!" Cunt caught on immediately. "Twenty, please, Master! On my ass! Please, Master, nowhere but my ass!" "You said twenty wasn't enough, so we have to go with more..." Master led her. "Twenty-one! That's it! Twenty-one, Master! On my ass, PLEASE! Just on my ass!" Cunt pled. "I'll think about it. Count them and thank me for them. If you lose count, I add one each time. If you don't thank me, I add two for your ingratitude! Do you understand?" "Yes, Master!" Cunt nodded vehemently. "We begin..." The switch -- cane, he called it -- whirred and Cunt shrieked and a stripe appeared on her ass. After a second or two, Master said, "I'm waiting..." "One, Mas-ster! Thank you, Master!" Cunt yelped... She lost count at ten. She forgot to thank him at fourteen. He put number twenty-two across her ravaged breasts and twenty-three and twenty-four across her belly, his reasoning being that she'd only asked for twenty-one on her ass. He was probably right, anyway -- by fifteen, she was trying to climb the air itself to get away. I wanted to vomit -- and Penny was as white as a ghost. Drew just shook -- and I don't think it was anger. When it was over, Master let her hang, lowering the cuffs until Cunt could stand flat. He turned to me, "Get my breakfast, Bitch. I want a waffle and syrup, scrambled eggs, three slices of bacon, grapefruit juice and a carafe of coffee." I genuflected and got the Hell out of there! Penny followed. A couple of minutes later when I brought the tray back, Master was walking around Cunt, tracing the marks he'd made on her. Turning to Drew, he said, "I'm proud of you, Andrew -- I didn't have to deal with any destructive outbursts or wild attempts at interference. But then, you knew she needed it, didn't you?" "Yes, Master." What ELSE was he going to say? He'd done the right thing, but it hadn't been very manly of him to watch Master beat the shit out of his mate... "Tell me," Master asked Drew, "Were you ever in charge of your relationship with Cunt?" "We were, ah, doing democracy," Drew replied. "Doesn't work, does it?" Master asked him. "You see, men can be benevolent and easygoing, but women always want something. You let them have it and then they want something else. They don't get it that if you let them decide what's for dinner, you're just delegating your authority -- they decide that you've abdicated. One day you wake up and your balls are missing..." Master wandered over to Drew and squatted and took his balls in his hand. "Yeah, it's figurative, but emasculated is emasculated. Women are either under the thumb or they're on top -- there is no equality." Master let go of Drew's balls and I thought Drew was going to collapse in relief! Master shook his head. "Some people would say that you share the blame for Cunt's behavior, but I don't -- you were never in a position to fix it." He thumped Drew's half-hard cock and it wilted. "Yeah..." Master sighed, shaking his head. He stood and walked over to Cunt. "You tend to lump men into one category, don't you, Cunt?" He took a nipple between his fingers and started working it. "Well, there are at least two," he continued. "More, actually, but there's a spectrum. On one end, there is Andrew; his type tends to be helpless and needs to be led. On the other end, there are guys like me -- and around us, YOU are helpless -- aren't you?" "Yes, Master," Cunt whispered. "You don't want to fuck with me, Cunt," Master said, as if he was discussing the weather. "You can't handle the consequences. If I want something from you, the only safe thing for you to do is what Bitch does -- give one hundred percent and hope like Hell it is enough. Where you're concerned, I provide the entire spectrum of experiences ... Squat a little -- spread your legs." Apparently, he talked to the AI, because the cuffs came down a few inches. Master slid his hand between her legs and started rubbing her off. "Things can be really pleasant or really painful -- and there are two primary variables -- your attitude and mine. Do you understand?" He murmured this last in her ear, just loud enough for the rest of us to hear it; he was standing behind her with her left nipple in one hand and three fingers of the other rubbing her clit and nether lips. "Y-yes, Master..." Master's hand was beginning to make wet, sloppy noises as it rubbed her channel. She began to weave and wiggle -- as much as was possible, given her position. Master shifted his grip, sliding one, then two fingers into her depths, pounding them into her, his palm at the base of his fingers mashing her clit. "The spectrum is an odd thing," he mused, "you can't really appreciate one extreme without the other. In some cases, it's like the whole thing wraps, such that one, taken too far, becomes the other -- but that's an advanced lesson; for now, we're doing the carrot and the stick ... Do you want to cum, Cunt?" "P--please, Master!" Cunt gasped. "I don't know if you deserve it," Master rasped, stepping away suddenly. Cunt wailed in frustration! Turning to me, Master directed, "Bitch, you and Penny are in charge of Cunt's punishment. Use your hands or get toys or whatever -- I want Cunt to beg me to poke her in the ass or to shove my cock down her throat. You keep her on the edge -- but if she slips over, I'm beating YOU!" 'SHIT!' went through my head, but my response was, "Yes, Master!" "Don't let her cool down. I'll just sit here and watch while I eat..." Master settled at his desk and attacked his breakfast tray. I stepped up and started rubbing Cunt's -- well, cunt -- and turned to Penny. "Go talk to the AI. See what it can get us in the way of toys -- probably plenty. Get a vibrator or two..." Penny nodded and dashed off. Master took forty-five minutes to eat if he took one -- my fingers were nubs! Penny's were, too! Thank God for vibrators -- but Cunt's clit was probably worn off, too ... I don't think we quite met Master's requirements -- I don't think we kept Cunt on the edge -- but when Master released her, she went right to her knees and babbled and made promises to be good ... Master sent her off to practice giving herself enemas, then left us alone while he went off somewhere. Cunt (Janine): Bent over the toilet with a quart of water slowly gurgling out of a big red bag into my butt and thence into my intestines, it was pretty clear that I'd been stupid in a big, BIG way! The man I was to call Master (I was very carefully purging his REAL name from my thought processes) had explained it to poor Drew while expertly belittling him ... I'd gone into this thing with the subconscious attitude that Master was only a man like Drew -- and therefore I would be running the place in a month or two. That contempt caused me to underestimate Master; I went about stubbornly doing as I pleased, if only in my head, refusing to call him by the name he set for me and other little things that maintained the fiction that we were really equals -- or I was really his better -- in my head. This let me project an attitude that, with Drew, had placed me on top of our relationship, just by acting as though I was already there -- and it produced a series of small slights that -- as long as my new master didn't call me on them -- would slowly allow me to rise above him as he became desensitized to them. Well, I'd screwed up -- and I looked like a zebra and hurt all over as a result! I really should have pulled my head out of my ass when he renamed me, but I wasn't thinking. Instead, incensed at being referred to as 'Cunt' and thoroughly humiliated in front of a child, I decided that nothing and nobody could make me stop THINKING of the man as 'Troy' and planning my revenge. I had gone on thinking that he was 'only a man' and went on my merry way, prodding him with little needles -- and he seemed to be indifferent ... Well, Master might BE 'only a man' -- but Drew didn't really make it THAT far, so my view of what constituted being 'only a man' wasn't as close to my reality as I thought it was... There is nothing like being nearly lifted into the air by an iron claw around your throat to let you know you've screwed up, big time! One look at Master's eyes and I knew I was fucked -- he hadn't missed anything I'd done over the past couple of days -- oh, no -- he'd been saving it up, marking it down in a ledger somewhere, and I was going to pay... Never in my life did I expect to have to endure the things that went on for the next hour and a half or so! The very FIRST thing he did was kick me in the cunt! God, that hurt! But he was just getting started; I got backhanded for talking when I wasn't supposed to and while I was still trying to re-seat my brain in my head, he asked me a question that SHOULD have had only one answer -- but I had another and it exposed the fact that I had been stubbornly ignoring him and I hadn't even finished saying it when both of my boobs caught fire! The next ten minutes or so redefined pain for me; I thought I was going to die BEFORE he got to my ass! Those five strokes on my boobs hurt SO BAD! It felt like he was cutting them off! Then he hanged me up, on tiptoe, helpless, and put me through a visit to Hell ... You know how when you see people in cartoons and when they take off running, they start off peddling in the air? I tried that -- and it didn't work. I tried a LOT of things -- and none of them allowed me to escape that cane! My ass ... I KNEW it was being cut to ribbons! I've looked at it in the mirror and there are a lot of nasty-looking welts and a FEW minor cuts -- but that isn't what it felt like! Then he let me down a little while he browbeat and belittled Drew -- and in the process, he explained it all, in a manner that let me understand clearly that he knew EXACTLY what was going on in my head... No, he wasn't EVEN Drew! He made sure I knew it, coming around to stand behind me and telling me what I now knew only too well -- that he and Drew represented extremes and the tools that I used to control Drew would only backfire on me with him ... While he did it, he started mauling a nipple and masturbating me -- and suffering as I still was from the stinging pain, my body betrayed me and I got wet and needy and aroused. Then, when my arousal led me to crave a cum, he asked me if I wanted one -- and walked away when I said yes! He set Penny and Bitch on me then, and sat calmly eating his breakfast while they teased me. At first, it was sweet agony, but eventually, it was just painful for all three of us, but me especially, since my pussy was raw... That brought me to the bathroom -- and the enema bag. Knowing my master as I was beginning to know him, I was pretty sure that he didn't plan to USE my ass any time soon -- this was just another way to keep me off-balance. But I'd learned my lesson; anything he wanted, he would get -- and there would be no withholding, no half-measures that might bring a repeat of this morning's lesson! I waited the required fifteen minutes, suffering, cramping, and watching the clock before voiding myself -- because it occurred to me that the AIs appeared to see EVERYTHING... Bitch (Eleanor): Penny and I discussed her mother's punishment session in monosyllables, but didn't go beyond that; we'd both been impressed. Respect for Master's subtlety and his ability to instill fear and administer harsh punishments had been imparted to both of us -- as I knew was his plan; Cunt had been used as an example that WE, at least, could learn from, even if she herself couldn't. When Master returned at mid-afternoon, it became apparent that he had been out lobbying for play areas for the children; it was an odd facet of his personality that Reggie, a child he was responsible for but was not the spawn of his loins, was important to him. We all went off to a large room where he and an AI had apparently created a jungle gym and a sand pit and a number of other normally outdoor amusements designed to get kids to actually DO something with their bodies. Reggie loved it, of course, as did several other young people who wandered in, apparently alerted by the ship's electronic bulletin board of the 'park's whereabouts... We weren't done with the morning, however; after Reggie went to bed, Master gathered us in the main room and conducted something he called an 'After Action Review' of poor Cunt's morning. We started with video of Cunt awakening Master and he stopped it at the point where he had her by the neck. "What did you do wrong, Cunt?" "A bunch of things, Master," Cunt said carefully, watching him nervously from her position at attention in front of the wall we were using for videos. Master got up and went to her and stood to her left, wrapping his hand around her face and neck and pulling her head against his leg. "You may speak freely, Cunt." "I, uh, used the wrong name..." "Right." Master rubbed her cheek and neck. "I should have looked for a pleasant way to awaken you, instead of just yelling..." Cunt offered. "Exactly," Master agreed. "For the future, I am a light sleeper; merely crawling into bed and pressing yourself against me is probably more than enough. Be prepared to be receptive, in case I feel the urge to use you, but don't necessarily expect it. If I want a fuck or a blowjob, I'll let you know. If you approach me with the intention of giving me pleasure, you will undoubtedly be on the right track. Resume video." We went through the video, Master stopping it to ask Cunt, "What did you do here? What were you SUPPOSED to do?" at several locations. Pivotal, I think, for some of us was when he asked Cunt if she wanted an orgasm, "What did you do wrong here, Cunt?" "I -- I'm not sure, Master," Cunt muttered. "The correct answer is, 'As you will, Master.' What you want is irrelevant; what I want is paramount. If I decide to see you writhe in pleasure, you will; if I decide to see you writhe in pain, you'll do THAT, too -- but what you WANT is irrelevant to me. You may ask for permission to be allowed to orgasm, but you may not get it. Many times, I will want you to, and I will just bring you there -- or have someone else do it -- and nothing will be said -- but there will be times when I deny you -- and I will punish you if you defy me. If I ask you this type of question, make certain your reply indicates your understanding of who grants whom the right to orgasm," Master directed. The video resumed and began to fast-forward. "What happened here?" he asked. "Bitch?" I was ready. "We failed, Master. Penny and I failed to keep Cunt aroused." "Precisely," Master agreed. Turning to the others, he said, "Note that Bitch makes no excuses. She failed -- end of story. Upon reflection, I find that she didn't have the tools to do the job and the directive was flawed in the first place -- but sometimes I will be in no mood to reflect. If I punish you unfairly, it isn't my job to make admissions or apologize, so don't expect it. Note also that both Bitch and Penny did their level best -- and many times that will be the ONLY extenuating circumstance in a failure. Neither of you thought to use cunnilingus, but..." "Master?" Penny raised her hand. "Penny?" "You said use our hands or toys..." "AI, replay that directive," Master directed. The screen cleared and returned to that moment in time. Master's voice said, 'Bitch, you and Penny are in charge of Cunt's punishment. Use your hands or get toys or whatever -- I want Cunt to beg me to poke her in the ass or to shove my cock down her throat. You keep her on the edge -- but if she slips over, I'm beating YOU!' Master's lips twisted. "This could be interpreted two ways," he mused. "You could assume that I limited you to your hands or toys, or I could argue that the words 'or whatever' indicate that I released you from any limitations at that point. Assumption is not a good thing; if you have questions, you can ask for clarification -- and I was present the entire time, so you could have gotten that clarification. On the other hand, this is educational for me, too. Last, but not least, pointing out my mistakes is, let us say, unwise..." "Yes, Master." Penny looked crestfallen. "Bitch did it right -- no excuses. You might have been smarter, but there was no lack of effort. The waters are muddy regarding the content of my directive, but that is for me to admit, not for you to point out," Master noted, adding, "Presentation Three, Penny." Penny knelt up and rotated so that her ass faced him. Master went forward and straddled her, facing her ass, then delivered two hard, open-handed swats -- one on each ass cheek -- that left big red handprints. "Thank you, Master!" Penny sniffled as he straightened and stepped away. "You're welcome, Penny," Master replied pedantically. "Particularly welcome is your model acceptance of your punishment. Well done!" Penny managed to beam. "It is approaching bedtime, so we can close the review," Master murmured, sweeping us with his eyes, "I assume that you all learned something." We all nodded dutifully. "We have one final item, then," Master announced. "Andrew, Presentation Three, please -- facing the wall, there." Master pointed, indicating that Drew should place himself before the three of us, with his ass facing us. Drew complied nervously. "Penny, please recover my order from the replicator." I recognized the thing immediately; it had been used on that poor guy those three black guys did up that day! Drew didn't get to see it, really; Master masked it with is body when he took it from Penny. Taking the control unit, he handed the wire and balls construct to Cunt. "I don't want Andrew getting the idea that I have any sexual interest in him," Master told her. "He's ... kind of shrunken right now, so we'll start by merely inserting this end in his rectum a couple of inches..." I think Drew figured it out about then; his face was a study in the flow of expression. His little prong had been up and down all day and he'd had his hands on it more than once -- but I don't think he had been able to ejaculate. He was going to now... "Drew, I noticed that you've been ... uncomfortable ... since last night," Master announced. "This treatment was suggested..." 'Torture, more like, ' went through my head. Cunt went over and straddled Drew the way Master had straddled Penny and worked at inserting the stiff wire with the ball on one end. When she had succeeded and the apparatus was dangling from Drew's ass, Master said, "Stand by there, Cunt. Drew, please rotate to face the rest of us. Penny, assume Presentation Three facing away from Bitch." Penny did so; it put her side-on to her parents. Master straddled her again and bent to rub her pussy. "Since Andrew's equipment isn't cooperating, we'll offer an incentive," Master explained. "We all know that he likes the taste of Penny's pussy..." Diabolical is our Master! This worked on SO many levels! Drew was horrified -- and titillated. Cunt was just horrified. Penny got off on the perversity -- as did I. Master was clearly enjoying himself making Penny's pussy juicy. For the next minute and a half or so, we watched Master buzz Penny's clit and pussy lips with three fingers until she threw her head back and wailed, shaking, through an orgasm. When she was done, Master said, "Hold that pose, Penny..." and went over to Drew. "Lick my fingers..." Drew was already erect; I bet it was like a four inch nail as he sucked his daughter's pussy juice off Master's fingers. In the midst of that, Master directed Cunt, "Wrap the wire around Drew's cock -- gently, now..." Cunt did as she was told, spiraling it around Drew's short, narrow shaft. "Place that final ball right under the tip," Master directed. Drew was too far gone to be scared; his cock was being manipulated and he had the smell of hot, young pussy in his nostrils and the taste on his tongue. When he was done, Master stepped back and picked up the control unit. "Okay, just a little current to keep it erect..." Drew got this look on his face that said he wasn't feeling much at all except what was happening to his cock and prostate -- but he didn't appear to be uncomfortable... Master stood and handed the control unit to me, "Hold this. Cunt, undress me -- quickly." He went to stand behind Penny and started playing with her pussy again. I began to get an idea what was coming ... Moments later, he was naked, going to his knees behind Penny, who spread her stance so he could get in there; she knew what was coming, too. "It's going to be one quick poke -- then I'll stop and wait for you," Master told her. "When it settles back and you can handle it, I'll resume." "Yes, Master..." Penny's voice was congested as Master's cock probed for her opening. Master turned to me. "Turn the dial to twenty at appropriate moments, hold for five seconds, and back it off to where it is," he directed. I nodded. "Yes, Master!" "Now!" Master plunged his cock through Penny's hymen, eliciting a scream -- one matched by Drew as I turned up the current. His cock began to spew and I counted to five and backed off. Cunt was covering her face; Master barked, "Cunt! Watch your daughter or watch your mate, but remain at attention!" Then he got this look and added, "You may masturbate ... in fact, I insist..." Cunt stuck her hand between her legs, knowing better than to disobey. "I'll want to see an orgasm," Master added. Drew's eyes were glassy, but fixed on Master -- and Penny. Penny whimpered, but started moving her ass, so Master slowly began to stroke her. This was defloration the way it should be handled; Master wasn't taking his pleasure and trying to hurt Penny, he was going for her pleasure and full cooperation. "You can masturbate, too, Penny," he murmured, moving slowly. I was a little irritated -- everyone ELSE got to get off -- but I knew better than to say or do anything... Maybe a minute later, it was clear that Penny was fully into it. "Cum for me," Master grunted, starting to get seriously into his stroke. "I want you to! WE want you to!" Penny's whines went up the scale until she went wild under him and Master flashed a glance at me -- and I started Drew ejaculating again in time to his daughter's orgasm. Cunt, caught up in the whole thing, managed all by herself, watching Drew pant and grunt and squirt his seed on the floor while their daughter writhed under Master, keening. We went through the cycle four times before Master, panting, called me to him to whisper, "Soon ... When I do, give him twenty-five ... for ten seconds. Understand?" I nodded, backing away. I could see it coming; in mere moments, Master started slamming, bringing Penny to her fifth. "Now!" he croaked, burying himself, holding her hips while she squealed and hunched and her belly rippled. I applied the power... "EEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!" Drew went rigid and his cock, already drained, pulsed visibly. His eyes bulged, but remained locked on Master and his daughter as they rode out their completion. I dialed the control to zero at ten seconds and Drew collapsed forward, glassy-eyed; I think his nervous system had shorted out! Cunt couldn't find anywhere to look; the episode was over and she had returned to herself and was horrified and embarrassed at having gotten off from it. Drew groaned and rolled over onto his back, but he was clearly not there ... Master pointed at Cunt, "Come here and clean me." He backed out of Penny and took Cunt by the hair as she crawled forward and fed her his length, none too gently. "Bitch, back Penny over Andrew and feed him some creampie -- not directly, but he should see the source. Use your fingers or let it drip on him. Then undo the device." I did as I was told; Penny was more than happy to straddle her father's head and drip faintly pink goo on his face. Drew whined, "Noooo..." a couple of times, but I wiped the stuff on his tongue and he shut up -- and eventually started sucking it from my fingers. Master turned to Penny and said, "Your father has made a mess on the floor -- you need to lick it up." Penny, for whom turnabouts was clearly fair play, started picking up Drew's congealed dribbles from the floor on her fingers and sucking them clean. Cunt eyed all of this, clearly wanting to run and hide, but knowing she had no recourse. I unwrapped the device from around Drew's shrunken cock and gently extracted the anal probe; he merely groaned, unable to muster the strength to do anything. When the cleanup was over, Master looked around, satisfied. "That should keep peace in the family," he announced. "Bedtime..." He waved a finger and we headed for the bedroom. I was DYING! Master knew it, however, and he immediately racked me back with my knees against my shoulders and fucked me wall-eyed as soon as we were in bed! I must have had six orgasms before he hunched himself over me and I felt his big cock pulsing his wet goo into my depths. I'm really looking forward to being pregnant ... He had Penny clean him and Cunt felch me out; Drew was sound asleep... ------- Chapter 70 Bernie Rawlins: My Monday started with the AI awakening me and my concubines, then announcing while I was still getting organized, "Bernard Rawlins, you asked to be notified should Candace Flowers require a guardian." "I did," I agreed. My three concubines shared a glance. "At approximately seven thirty-three this morning, during an interview with a sponsor, Stanford Flowers initiated an aggravated assault upon said sponsor while the sponsor was conducting a digital examination of Carrie Flowers' reproductive system. The sponsor repulsed said assault non-lethally, at which point Carrie Flowers assaulted the sponsor with a chair. At that point, both Flowers concubine candidates were stunned with stinger fire. There is a separate investigation into the delay on the part of the duty controller for the meeting suite. The review has already been conducted; both Carrie and Stanford Flowers have been recycled as of eight a.m." Ugh. "Where is the child?" I asked. "Asleep in the quarters assigned to her parents," the AI replied. I pointed at Felicity and Harrah, "You two get the kids going," then at Trinity, "You go get Candace. For now, she is your direct responsibility -- and if I catch you teaching her bad habits I will punish you -- harshly -- in front of her! Do you understand?" "Yes, Master." Trinity seemed to be tasting the word 'Master' -- and enjoying it. She was a mess -- and my problem. "Get moving," I told her. "If possible, try to avoid telling her what has happened to her parents. Just say that she's been left in your care. Go! Bring all her stuff back with you!" I waved her out. They were back in time for breakfast. Patty was thrilled, "Hi, Candy!" "Hi, Patty!" Candy flounced over. "What are you doing here?" Patty, my youngest, was attending the same grade at school as Candace. "I live here!" Patty replied. "Oh." Candace looked around. "I guess it's the same as mine..." "They're all about the same," I announced myself. "Besides, things have changed. You'll be living here, Candace." "I will?" She was understandably concerned. "When are my parents coming back? Have they approved this?" "Candace, maybe you should sit down," I said, flicking a glance at Trinity. "Why don't you sit on Trinity's lap?" "I don't know..." Candace eyed Trinity. "Mum doesn't let me just associate with ANYBODY..." "I'm afraid that Mum's opinion in this matter carries very little weight, Candace," I replied, letting a bit of my irritation show. "Mum ... isn't around any more. Neither is your father." "Oh." Candace looked stricken and backed onto Trinity's lap. "What happened?" "They did something bad and kind of stupid -- and, well, they died," I related. "I'm afraid you're in for another big change. I have asked to be made responsible for you -- and I've appointed Trinity to act more or less as your mother, although you may approach Felicity or Harrah with your needs," I added, pointing Felicity and Harrah out. "Patty is now somewhat of a step-sister." "Oh, my..." Candace looked up at Trinity. "I don't feel so good. Could you hold me?" "Sure, Honey..." Trinity hugged the child to her, looking a bit dazed -- and I hid a grin. Now Trinity would have to grow up; she wouldn't be able to duck it while maintaining responsibility for Candace ... Things got gradually less comfortable as Candace shifted to sniffling and on to loud crying. I waved the other women forward. "I probably did that poorly." Harrah shrugged. "Maybe not. She needed the shock. Is she going to school?" Felicity eyed Harrah, frowning. "That's unclear. Jerry is, and you and Susan are. Patty may stay home. Get everyone headed for Mess." Trinity ended up carrying Candace. She was teasing her into eating when I left for the daily Brinkman staff meeting. I think I was the only person in that meeting prepared to see Farris Lieberman sitting there with Harriet on his lap -- both of them clearly happy as clams. Both had been regressed quite a bit, which kind of helped -- Harriet, especially, since she was no longer waddling around acting cranky and looked pretty decent, actually. It was still Harriet, though -- her occasional contributions to the conversation made that clear. Farris was not a target, however, despite his proximity; her face softened any time she looked at him -- and Farris had nothing unpleasant to say about anyone and didn't brag about anything, even once! Scary! When I got back to my quarters, Trinity had Candace and Patty in hand, heading out the door; the girls were in matching pink frocks. "What's this?" I asked. "If Patty is going to be MY sister, she needs to look the part!" Candace announced primly. I rolled my eyes and shifted my attention to Trinity. "You need to fix that," I told her. "Get advice from Felicity." "Yes, Master." Trinity led my pair of little girls out. After that, I connected with Gene. "How's it going? How's Kathy?" Gene had the AI damp the sound in the room on his end so we could talk privately. "She's miserable. From what I have gotten out of her, our relationship is ruined. She just hasn't caught on..." I nodded. "I punished Trini for overstepping her bounds last night and I expect her to be downright slavish for the next couple of days -- which might be a good example for Kathy -- but I think she needs to talk to Felicity. Felicity can break through, maybe." Changing the subject, I added, "What about the related problem?" Gene went "What rel... ? Oh. More concubines. Jeez..." He shrugged and popped his eyes. "I need to move on with it if I'm going to get a couple," I asserted. "When we get to Nuevo Angelino, they're going to split the couples up. I don't see Humpty Dumpty putting them back together again properly, you know?" "Yeah, could be you're right," Gene sighed. "Kathy and Felicity need to have that talk, first, I think. Maybe in the afternoon? Is that other guy, Farris coming?" "I can ask. I know they're serious about the couples thing, because neither of them knows the first thing about kids," I related. "I can shoot Felicity over this morning, if you like, to try to soften Kathy up and get her reoriented," I offered. "Yeah, okay. Send her over any time. Two?" Gene asked. "Fine. I'll set it up -- we'll do it the way we did yesterday." ------- When I put all this to Felicity, Trini, kneeling up at perfect Attention and nodding obsequiously, said, "Master? If I may?" I eyed her. "What?" "Gene isn't helping, Master." "Explain." I was short with her -- and she seemed to thrive on it. "Part of the reason Kathy is still a wife is that Gene is still a husband, Master -- and not a husband in control, either. You should discuss this with him." She stopped for a moment, then said, "I mean that in my opinion it would be a good idea if you pointed this out to him -- and maybe he practiced it a bit with her..." I thought about it and nodded. "You're right. Kathy isn't the only one who needs adjusting over there. Thank God Gene doesn't have to deal with the likes of YOU! I find it ... irritating enough..." My first inclination would have been to say 'tough, ' but I didn't want Trini seeing it that way. "I'll invite Gene over here while Felicity is gone and impress that upon him ... Felicity, you should prepare Kathy for a more 'take charge' Gene while you're at it." "I should take Trini," Felicity pointed out. "No, you shouldn't. Trini is the enemy -- she sucked Gene's cock. You need to intervene on THAT, too," I replied. Trini nodded confirmation. Felicity nodded and, eyeing me, muttered, "Yes, Master." It was a deliberate dig. I cocked my eyebrow. "Papa spank..." Felicity grinned, unrepentant, and swayed out. "Hey, how come... ?" Trini erupted. "You KNOW why!" I retorted. "Come over here and lick my balls or something while I call Gene..." First, I called Farris Lieberman. He was pleased at having been included -- I could tell. The AI provided me with an interview suite reservation while we were talking, and Farris agreed to appear at two with Harriet in tow. Then I called Gene. "Has Felicity arrived?" "Yeah," Gene nodded. "How about leaving them alone for a while? Come over to my place -- we need to talk. Man talk." Gene eyed me. "Okay." "Tell the girls we'll meet them at Mess for lunch -- usual table." "Okay." He cut the connection. I pushed Trini away from my crotch. "Not now. Be available if Gene or I need something -- or your valuable opinion on how to be dominant," I said mildly sarcastically. "Yes, Master." She backed off. I think I worried her a bit by not succumbing to her tongue job -- but I was getting PLENTY of sex and it made resistance quite a bit easier... Gene arrived and I ushered him in and had Trini get coffee for us while we settled into chairs and then settle off-side. I treated her like furniture -- deliberately. Gene flicked a glance at her and said, "Okay, so..." "I didn't notice this -- or didn't think about it -- but I have a professional slut and SHE noticed," I began. "You see, you're not helping Kathy adjust because YOU'RE not adjusting." "What?" "What are you to Kathy?" "I'm her hus..." Gene stopped himself. "The prosecution rests," I declared, settling back in my chair. "I'm not much better -- witness Trini and her little tricks -- but I'm learning. You are NOT her husband -- if anything, you are her master -- and she need to see that from you. She got all this at her training sessions, but then she came home to you..." Gene grunted. "Shit..." "Master? If I may?" Trini offered meekly. I grimaced, but... "Go ahead." "She thinks SHE runs YOU!" Trini explained. "She thinks she HAS to in order for you to stay focused on whatever it is you're up to -- she said as much to me the other day..." Gene grimaced. "There's some truth to that. But I'm not interested in dictating my dinner menu, you know? That's HER job!" The AI erupted, "You are describing delegation of authority. You give her the right to make such decisions. Females of your species tend not to delegate -- they do not understand the concept, as a rule. Therefore, they are 'in charge' of most of the facets of your shared relationship, from their perspective. Since you see it differently and it is seldom if ever discussed, the female tends to believe that she is in charge of the relationship." "How do we fix it?" I asked, saving Gene the embarrassment. "First, by making it clear that you are delegating, and on an ongoing basis by ensuring that the female realizes that the decision is being placed in her hands because it is irrelevant to you. Also, you may wish to express an opinion on such subjects periodically -- and not allow the female to override your stated preferences under any circumstances without a valid external reason. Education and the occasional assertion of your authority should be adequate." "Anyway, the big problem here is that the husband and wife relationship is no more finished for you than it is for Kathy," I asserted, eyeing his wedding band. "If I take this off, she will FREAK!" Gene retorted. "If you just take it and don't give her anything to replace it, you're right -- ESPECIALLY if you take hers!" Trini erupted. "but I have an idea..." It was a good idea -- I liked it. Gene liked it, too... Kathy: Felicity showed up and Gene headed off somewhere and we were left looking at one another. "I came to try to talk to you a bit -- I hear that you're not very happy about last night." "God, no! Not AT ALL!" I retorted. "Tell me why..." "I ... sucked another man's cock!" "Okay. What did your master say about that?" "My HUSBAND..." I began. "NO! That's your problem. Gene is NOT your husband! In fact, he's MORE than that!" Felicity interrupted emphatically. "How can he be more than a husband?" I argued. "Marriage is supposedly a relationship of equals -- or near equals," Felicity insisted. "But you are not equal anymore. Gene OWNS you! His power over you exceeds anything you've really thought about! What you want doesn't matter anymore -- what HE wants is paramount! And if you buck him too much or try to lead him by the nose, there will be BAD trouble!" "Gene doesn't own me!" The whole idea was ludicrous! "Indeed he does!" the AI announced, making us both jump. "Your refusal to accept this endangers both of you. You operate under the impression that because you handle most of the domestic activities in your home, that you are in charge. The reality is that you have certain duties that Eugene Bradley DELEGATES to you to execute. This allows him to remain focused upon the things he needs to do to keep the family fed, clothed and housed. You may have procured food and clothing for the family and seen to it that the home remained clean and smoothly operational, but Eugene Bradley's efforts provided the wherewithal. It was -- and is -- your job to support that function. It is NOT Eugene Bradley's function to learn the subtleties of food production -- it is yours. Therefore, he does not dictate the details, he hands you the problem and relies upon you to solve it. This is even more important now that you are no longer husband and wife; your support of his day-to-day function and your production of children and the associated pleasurable sexual pursuits are your reasons for him to retain your services. If you fail in these -- if you fail to remain fully committed, and if you fail to obey him regularly -- you will not remain his concubine. The legal contract binding you to him has been voided and replaced with another -- you must fulfill the new contract, realizing that the old provisions are no longer in force and that your duties have expanded." Bewildered, I muttered, "I don't understand. Expanded? How?" "Your wants and needs are now irrelevant. Eugene Bradley's desires are now paramount. A concubine does not have a contract of equality or near equality with her sponsor -- your sole focus should be providing for Eugene Bradley, even if what he needs or desires is unpleasant or dangerous to you. An example would be the acquisition of further concubines. You see this as a threat to your exclusive relationship -- but while your relationship to Eugene Bradley is technically exclusive, his relationship to you is not -- and he has commitments to fulfill that require additional concubines. You must accept this, for your own good and the good of your sponsor." "We talked about this," Felicity pointed out. "Trinity may not be your favorite person right now, but she was right about that -- you can't stop it, and you can only hurt yourself and Gene by trying." "What if I just delay it?" I asked. Felicity's eyes reflected pity, "And that will help -- how? Just putting off facing the inevitable? Do you realize that every day you delay more of the higher quality concubines and couples are being snapped up? You're going to end up with dogs ... When we get to the colony, the couples will be split up -- and you'll be helping ruin families you COULD have saved ... Families like yours, only not quite as lucky." "I just don't see how I can do it!" I wailed. "Watching Trinity suck Gene was like being stabbed in the heart!" Felicity sighed. "I went through this -- I thought I was prepared, but I wasn't. You have to think of Gene; was this something he had never gotten from you? Something you weren't capable of? Someone else pleasured him -- gave him something you couldn't. Now, were things any different, afterward? What did he say about you sucking Bernie?" "He seemed, okay with it," I admitted. "That bothered me..." "He WAS okay with it, because it was a step down the road to you accepting what IS going to happen!" Felicity replied. "Maybe he would have preferred that you not suck Bernie -- but because you DID, you couldn't object TOO much to Trinity sucking HIM -- and that kind of thing IS going to happen. So much of this is a one-way street..." She paused for a moment, then added, "Marriage is exclusive -- but you're not married anymore. What you're doing now is NOT exclusive, and you have to learn to live with it. The flip side is that no new concubine is going to steal Gene from you -- she'll just be taking a piece of him, that's all. Being a concubine isn't like being a wife -- it isn't all-or-nothing. You share..." She paused for a moment. "You share the household duties. You share the children, so they always have someone -- maybe more than one someone -- to come to. And you share him..." She paused again and looked up, "You know, our sex life has actually gotten better. I keep learning things..." Felicity then changed the subject. "We're going to look at couples again today at two. I can't TELL you what to do, but I SUGGEST that you really LOOK for someone who can help you..." I grimaced, but... "What do you think I should be looking for?" We talked until lunchtime; I don't know that I felt any better, but resignation was setting in... At lunch, Gene was much more ... controlling. I noticed that Bernie was, too, especially with Trinity. We collected the kids after lunch and brought them home and I put Ellen down for a nap and sent Gina into another room to do her homework; Susan and Harrah were going to watch them later. Gene turned to me and said, "Kneel at Attention. I want to see what you have learned." I was surprised; we hadn't been doing this kind of thing. I opened my mouth, then shut it and got down on my knees and put my hands on my thighs as we'd been trained. Gene circled around behind me and removed my collar, then he put out his hand. "Give me your rings." My heart nearly stopped! I did as I was asked; the tears flowing freely, removing my wedding and engagement rings and placing them in his hand. Gene then took off HIS ring and placed it in one hand with mine and held my collar with the other. "Which of these represents our relationship today?" he asked. I knew the answer, but I couldn't bring myself to utter it -- it was that damned collar! Gene stood there, looking at me, waiting ... I pointed at it -- it was the best I could do. "You have to realize that this is our future," Gene said, staring into my tear-blurred eyes, "but we DO have a past -- and while these..." he rattled the rings in his other hand, "are no longer relevant, I know how hard it is to part with them -- so I am going to give you something ... Wait here." I waited -- I really had no choice. After about five minutes, Gene came back with the collar in his hand. He held it out to me. "This is what is -- but it celebrates what was..." I took the collar from his hand and examined it. It WAS different ... It was -- OMIGOD! -- our rings were there, stretched out in a strip through four or five inches of the center of the collar! My diamond was embedded right at the center -- not standing up on prongs as it had been, but in the matrix of the gold ... The design was preserved; what must have been the remnants of Gene's unadorned ring extended the strip a bit on either side and above and below, wrapping the design. I turned the collar over, and on the inside, preserved, was the original inscription, 'To Kathy. All my love, Gene.' I handed it back to him, crying like a baby, and bent my neck for him to put it back on me. "Now," Gene whispered, "this represents the past AND the future..." He took my hand and dragged me to a loveseat or whatever -- AIs mold the chairs to fit what is going on -- and I cried myself out. Gina surfaced at one point, worried, and I had to get control of myself and tell her everything was okay; as she left the room, Gene asked, "Is it?" I nodded. Perfect, it wasn't -- but it WAS okay... His hands wandered over me, petting and caressing, and soon they were wandering into places that I might have complained about -- but I didn't. I took comfort in the fact that he found me attractive and wanted to touch me, and as I began to feel better, arousal slowly crept up on me. I got wet and needy and my hands searched for and found the comforting ridge of his erection in his lap. I gazed at him and said, "Please?" and he nodded and I crawled off his lap so that I could get him out of his pants. He stood and I got him naked below the waist and the 'new' Gene didn't ask me how I wanted it, he just said, "Bend over the couch." I knew better than to argue; I spread my stance and reached back for that much larger erection that I'd already sampled once and knew was wonderful and guided it into me... I had two orgasms; I remember after the first one I looked up and Gina was standing there, wide-eyed. "It's okay, Honey," Gene panted, "run along. Mommy and Daddy are busy. Gina nodded owlishly and left; I don't know how far she went, though -- it may have only been to just beyond the door... When it was over, I felt refreshed, rejuvenated; we'd had our second honeymoon -- something that hadn't happened to date because I'd been living in the past. Things had changed; I could now acknowledge it and move forward, because I had a little something special -- a gift from my mate, my sponsor -- yes, my master. No entitlements came with it -- I understood that -- but it was there, anyway, a visible sign that once, things had been different, even if they weren't now... When Susan and Harrah and Felicity's younger kids arrived -- including one I'd never seen before named Candy -- I was avidly cleaning Gene's erection -- and thinking about asking him for more, since he was hard ... Answering the door made me realize that cum was leaking down my thighs, which was mildly embarrassing. Reluctantly, I shelved the idea of more sex and placed my children in their hands so we could go look at concubines... On our arrival at the interview suite, Felicity was bursting to show me the 'wonderful thing Bernie gave me' ... Well, okay, so I wasn't unique in all the universe, but I still had something wonderful. We compared collars while we awaited Harriet and her new master. Trinity hung back some, but it didn't seem to be the thing to do to have a fit, so I waved her over; she fit herself into the group without any fanfare. "Everybody says I should get serious about this," I announced, "so I guess I will." "We picked up a family member this morning," Trinity noted. "Remember the Flowers?" I nodded. "They had a daughter -- and they were all screwed up. They went to a meeting with a sponsor and the man got upset at the sponsor when he got a little ... familiar with the woman. He attacked the sponsor, who fought back -- and the woman got into it, too, and I guess the AIs had to step in. They were executed -- sponsors don't play games with people who can't adjust..." Trinity looked away, but I recognized the warning. "We got the daughter -- little Candace -- and she's already a problem. She's going to have to make some serious adjustments ... Bernie assigned ME as her substitute mother, for God's sake!" "So THAT's who that was with the girls!" I exclaimed. "Uh huh." Trinity nodded. She looked at me, troubled. "I'm learning," I said quietly. "Good." About that time, Harriet came in and the hunt began... Terise Wright: We wasn't expecting much, you know? Me and my man Ramon, we're both big-boned -- that's more or less how we got together; he wasn't gonna catch him no little slip of a thing, big bear that he is ... That left a lotta women I guess, but I got there first, one way or another. Ramon, he's got some Puerto Rican in him and he's purty, despite bein' a big sumbitch and I jus' wasn't lettin' that shit go, so I put it out there, you know? He's got a serious bone, too, an' he knows how to use it; I got addicted to that shit right quick! After I dropped three kids so quick they damn near fell on top of one another, I went on the pill, religiously -- an' I STILL had Marvin ... We got hooked up with the school when Ramon took a job doin' maintenance there; Ramon, he's good with his hands ... Anyways, the kids, they got free tuition and things was good -- but we ended up here ... I still didn't fuckin' know if THIS is good or not... So we was sittin' around kinda down in the mouth 'cause I for SURE don' wanna lose my man and my favorite bone an' one a them AI things says, "You have a call." I'm like, "Uh huh. Sure," but Ramon says "Put 'em on..." and the wall lights up and there be like four white women there ... First thought in my head was, 'Oh, shit!' Wasn't none of 'em big and wasn't none of 'em black -- shit, three of 'em was redheads! Ramon, his eyebrows went up, too... "Can we help you?" Ramon, he's good at school talk, so I gen'ly keep my mouth shut when shit like this happens... The one on the right -- the only one that wasn't a redhead -- said, "We're, uh, looking at families." Ramon cocked his head and grinned that grin of his. "We got one..." "Um, yes," the center woman took shit up. "You have four children?" "Yeah..." Ramon nodded slowly. "Marvin, come around to Momma." Marvin, who is eight, stopped playing in the corner and came to me and I plopped him on my knee. "Aretha! Get your brothers and come in here!" So Aretha came in; she's fifteen -- a big, strapping gal, but she ain't fat and ugly like her momma -- Ramon gave her shit I couldn't. The kids all have famous names -- I know, it's kinda fucked up, but we did it. Aretha is Aretha Franklin Wright. Marvin is Marvin Gaye Wright. Wes is Wesley Snipes Wright -- he's thirteen, and shootin' up fast. Ray, my eleven year old, is Ray Charles Wright. Ramon swears that if I have another boy, he's gonna name him Sly ... Aretha, she's over the limit and can attract her own man, but she's hangin' out with us for now; once we get where we're goin', she probly won't have no choice. She saw them women and grinned and waved, then got down in one a them positions. Shit, if I get down on my knees like that it'd better be to fuck, 'cause there ain't no hoppin' right up for THESE bones ... The boys wandered in behind her and plopped down wherever; I'm kinda keepin' an eye on Wes, 'cause he's WAY too interested in his sister -- with my titties runnin' a close second. I said sumthin' to Ramon and he just laughed and said I could use milkin' ... Anyway, the kids settled themselves and Ramon said, "That's everybody. Are you the sponsors?" I had that question in my head, myself... The center woman held up a finger and said, "One moment," and the sound went off. We could see 'em talkin', but I don't read lips... Harriet: I had the AI shut off the sound so we could discuss things. We'd come to the Wrights by allowing the AI to randomly scan our search criteria -- but they were a surprise. I had the files on each of the family members displayed off to one side and said, "I think maybe we bit off more than we can chew..." Kathy just sat there -- you could see the wheels turning. This was WAY beyond anything she was ready to accept! Felicity offered, "The scores are good -- the father is almost sponsor-grade at six point one ... Young Aretha is a six and the boys are ALL in the sponsor track..." "Ramon is fucking HUGE!" Trinity gasped, her eyes glowing. "Yeah..." Kathy's agreement had a totally different spin on it. "If he got into a fight with Gene..." "He's smarter than that, I bet," I argued. "But he's pretty imposing. Terise..." Terise was what they used to call a buffalo where I grew up; maybe she'd have been called a cow, but add her color ... Still, I had no room AT ALL to talk... "Yeah. She's big, too. Back her off and see what happens," Trinity suggested. The AI put up a visual and backed her down to eighteen -- and she was STILL pretty big, but not huge... "It's fixable," I reminded everyone. "Do you want to ask more questions?" Kathy shook her head. Felicity and Trinity weren't serious, anyway. "Up to you," Felicity handed off. Weird as it seemed, this group might fit for Farris and I; Terise wasn't competition, although Aretha sure was. We could, well, use them as domestics and let them do their own thing for a while ... I had the AI reconnect the audio. "No, we're concubines. We're conducting a, well, first screening, I guess, for our sponsors. We represent three different sponsors." The hulking adult male cut to the chase, "Any of 'em black?" I glanced at the girls. "No." "We're probably wasting our time, then, huh?" "Well..." "You're kind of ... big ... threatening, you know?" Kathy intervened. "That could be a problem." "I ain't stupid, though," Ramon replied. "I know what happens if you get stupid and mix it up with a sponsor. Besides, don't they get an enhancement package? Faster reflexes and shit?" I flashed a glance at the others, "Our sponsors are research types. I think they're all Navy. Marines get that, I think." "I STILL ain't stupid." Ramon crossed his arms over a truly massive chest. Trinity took the helm. "So, what about Terise and Aretha and white guys? You know how that could go..." Ramon nodded. "Yeah ... Aretha won't be a problem. Terise ... Well, I'm gonna need to get off, occasionally, even if I'm not making babies." He cocked his head, looking at Trinity; the question didn't even have to be asked. Trinity went ahead and answered it. "That would be up to my Master; he's generally very fair about such things. If he wants you to vary your diet, I can handle it." Terise said her first words in the conversation, chuckling and muttering, "You probly won't mind..." Trinity rose to the occasion, "No, I probably won't, although my Master is the best I'VE ever had, and I've had a few. Good stuff, huh?" "I didn't get four kids 'cause bonin' Ramon wasn't fun," Terise grinned. "He sneaked Marvin in after I was on the pill and thought I was safe..." "I think it is reasonable to assume that none of our sponsors would expect you to remain celibate. Anything else, girls?" I asked. "Modifications?" Kathy brought the subject up. THAT got under Ramon's skin. "Like what?" "Backing Terise off a few years seems sensible," I opined. "Maybe some shrinkage after that." I eyed him and added, "I don't speak for my sponsor, but you don't appear to need much adaptation -- some age regression maybe. Yeah, you might be a little less imposing if you were smaller, but I can see where you wouldn't agree to it -- and I don't think my sponsor is that petty." "I could drop some beer belly," Ramon offered, his eyes wary. The location for 'shrinkage' hadn't been defined, but Ramon made assumptions... "I'm sure." I held his eyes, aware that all of the other girls were measuring his erection -- and he WAS erect... "I think we're done, for now. We'll speak to our sponsors and get back to you if there is further interest." I had the AI cut the connection. "Wow! HE's a handful!" Kathy gusted. "Two, actually," Trinity tittered. "Well, he's a guy, and we were talking about shrinking his tallywhacker. That's cause for alarm. I wouldn't want to be told I was going to be totally flat-chested so I couldn't compete with black women, either..." I argued. "Put 'em on the 'future consideration' pile," Felicity said, waving. "Next!" ------- Chapter 71 Harriet: Our sponsors' reaction was pretty predictable. Farris summed it up, "If he breaks me in half, his summary execution afterward isn't going to matter much to me. Besides," he wrinkled his nose, "Terise needs a lot of work!" "So did I, Dear," I reminded him. "Duly noted," he grunted -- but that was the end of it. We looked at maybe two dozen couples with kids -- and none stood out. The Wrights only did so, probably, because they presented so many challenges. Kathy had five couples on her 'short list' and couldn't really get excited about any one couple -- and I didn't blame her, because I was having the same problem. Bernie's women seemed to just be along for the ride -- moral support for Kathy, apparently. I hit up Farris in private in bed that night; he was feeling somewhat mellow -- something to do with the deposit he'd made in my sperm bank, no doubt. "I'm not victim to racial prejudice," Farris mused, "but Ramon is imposing. Still, he and the children are the most impressive group we've seen; if you would like, we can interview them in person. I just don't see me getting a lot of respect from a three hundred fifty pound grizzly bear..." He eyed me. "What about you? Do you want that lying atop you?" I was a little surprised. "Would he be?" "I think it is fair to assume that it would happen at some point," Farris mused. "Impregnation is one thing, but if he were to prove tractable, I certainly would not deny him access to Terise and at some point it might tickle your fancy to try him out..." I really didn't know how to answer that... Trinity: Monday evening Felicity and I put our heads together and went to Bernie. Somehow, I got the lead, which was hairy now that Bernie has rolled over and come up swinging. Man, did HE take me by surprise! "Master? About this afternoon..." I began. Bernie's eyes narrowed. "What about it?" "Well, there wasn't much -- but there WERE the Wrights..." "So?" Bernie eyed me. "What's YOUR interest in this -- as if I couldn't guess!" I waved my hands. "Not guilty, Master! We were just trying to figure out how to help Kathy. They were kind of uneven in person, but they have a lot going for them -- on the other hand, they're a BIG jump for Kathy..." I flicked a glance at Sis, hoping for support. She came through. "I think that Terise, in particular, is someone Kathy could, well, not worry a lot about -- AND she has good parenting scores -- VERY good, actually." Bernie cocked his head. "What about Aretha?" "She would be more of a threat," Sis admitted, shrugging, "but I think race works in their favor in that Kathy isn't all that worried..." "Ramon is a problem," Bernie mused. "Is he, Master? He seems sensible," I stuck my oar back in. "Okay, so he's big -- muscular..." I made the modification to keep the size of Ramon's dick out of the conversation, although it really wasn't any bigger than Bernie's. "He's also smart..." "That might put him one ahead of me," Bernie muttered. "And that means he's one ahead of Gene, too. They're a lot to take on. There is also Wesley; he's ready for sex, I bet -- and in six months we could have another male concubine on our hands." "Isn't he sponsor track?" Sis argued. "He's on track, but that doesn't mean he'll be one," Bernie shot back. The AI busted in, the way they tend to, with, "We have excellent data from his educational work. Wesley Snipes Wright will be a sponsor." Bernie glared at the ceiling, then shrugged. "Okay, one less problem. It's STILL a lot for Gene and Kathy." "What if you guys doubled up?" I burst out. I don't know WHERE that came from... "What?" Bernie kind of rocked. "Well, you and Gene hang out together all the time and Kathy needs help. I dunno, I just thought..." I petered out. Bernie sat a moment, thinking. "I don't know if we can do that. AI?" "There are a number of cases of sponsors operating combined households and even sharing resources. This does not always work and may be temporary, but it is an available option. Kathy Bradley is improving, but the timeline is tight and the quality of the remaining concubine couples continues to dwindle. Asset authorization for the combined household is equal to that of the two sponsors -- and a couple is essentially a free addition, as credit for accepting the male offsets the headcount reduction for accepting the female," the AI declared. "So we have everything to gain and nothing to lose," Bernie mused. "Precisely," the AI agreed. "Still, this is between Gene and me..." Bernie eyed me. "Absolutely, Master!" I threw out my hands. I didn't want to get into THAT again... "Okay, tomorrow you can brace Kathy on the Wrights and see where she stands and I'll talk to Gene. There's no knowing at this point what he'll think of this..." I nodded; Sis did, too. We went away and I spent some time examining my motives -- and I REALLY wasn't in this for Gene's dick -- or Ramon's. They were a nice addition, but... Tuesday morning we dropped the kids at school after breakfast and went over to visit with Kathy. Sis opened with, "Pickings were kind of thin yesterday, huh?" Kathy nodded. "There was only one family with really good numbers, and they..." "Were black?" I guessed. Kathy wrung her hands. "That wasn't so godawful, exactly -- I mean, that Terise ... I wouldn't have a lot of worries about her and Gene. Aretha, well, she's young -- I think we could, you know, meet, kind of. Ramon..." "Yeah, Ramon," Sis muttered. "What did Gene think of Ramon?" "He made him nervous, you know? Gene is just getting used to his new equipment and Ramon has basically the same thing ... And he's HUGE ... Then there are the boys..." "It's a lot," I agreed. "What if you had help?" "Help?" Kathy blinked. Felicity took the plunge. "What if we were there?" "For what?" Kathy asked suspiciously. "All the time," Sis explained. "What if you guys moved in with us. Then there would be you and me and Trini and Harrah, rather than just you. And Gene would have Bernie for backup." "I..." Kathy thought about it. "It's more of a guy problem, really, isn't it? What am I giving up?" I kept my big mouth shut and let Sis address it carefully. "I guess that would be up to what the guys negotiate. There would be a bunch of stuff on the table. Does Bernie share Terise or Aretha? What kind of, um, access, would they offer Ramon?" Kathy nodded, head down. "That's big. I just don't know if I'm ready to take on Ramon -- and if it's just us, I don't know how I could avoid it fairly. I mean, for him to be the first man besides Gene to..." "Well, you've already done something with Bernie," I pointed out. "I sucked him. That's not..." Kathy muttered. "No, it's not," Sis agreed, "But if they decide to do this, you might end up having Bernie, um, visit you, occasionally..." "That's ... a lot less scary," Kathy admitted, "But..." "Us?" Sis pretended surprise. "Maybe Gene will limit himself to Terise and Aretha..." "And maybe he won't," Kathy sighed. "I wouldn't want him to, anyway. I can probably work my way up to Ramon..." Sis shrugged. "Start with Bernie..." "If it's what Gene wants..." Kathy shrugged. "I'm ... getting used to the whole thing." She pointed to her collar. "This helps." I smiled. "What?" "Nothing..." I turned away. "Felicity?" Kathy turned her attention to Sis. "You don't think the BOYS thought that up, do you? They recognized a good idea when they heard it, but Trini came up with it," Sis replied. Outed, I smiled, embarrassed. Kathy eyed me. "I thought you just wanted..." "Helping you was always on the agenda," I replied. "Anything else was a bonus. I admit that getting into Gene's pants was on my short list of fringe benefits, but Bernie lowered the boom on me when he figured THAT out!" "This would give you what you want," Kathy mused. "Hey, I can leave it totally alone..." "Not if Gene wants it," Kathy shot back. "None of us has that choice," I noted. "In the end, we do what we're told." "Yeah. I'm learning that," Kathy agreed. "So..." Sis pressed. "If Gene thinks it's a good idea, I do, too," Kathy replied. Bernie: So now I had this bright idea to pitch to Gene. Now, granted, I wanted Gene with me at work -- but was I Super Mentor where family matters were concerned? I was certainly pretending I was ... I took Gene to the Brinkman meeting and Dr. Chambers was good with it; I figured we had a lot of conversion work to do and a steep learning curve and Toni was going to be up to his/her ass in the helpdesk function. Coming away from the meeting, I hit Gene with the idea. "The girls think it might help Kathy if we combined households." Gene was as surprised as I had been the night before. "How would that work?" "I think the details are up to us," I replied. "We're probably going to want to sit down and be very clear about it -- Kathy is an issue, for example." "Yeah." Gene nodded. "The ring thing helped, I think. She wants to make the leap, but I'm not sure if she is ready." "Yeah, I know. We were kind of hoping that the girls could help her get over the hump." Gene looked sheepish. "Who's gonna get ME over the hump?" It was my turn to look sheepish. "Me, I guess -- not that I'm any expert." "You've been right thus far," Gene pointed out. "I had help." I thought about it. "Let's get a coffee at the mess." "Good idea." I didn't know it, but there were some smaller dining rooms off the mess; the AI pointed them out when I asked for a quiet place to negotiate. We settled at a table in an otherwise empty room and kicked back. After a moment of quiet sipping, Gene said, "I should probably talk to Kathy." "Yeah," I agreed. "You could force it, but it wouldn't be smart. We want to help, not screw things up. She ought to have an answer ready; I think the girls hit her up this morning." "No kidding? That will help. AI, can you set up communications to Kathy? I want Bernie to hear but not be seen." "Affirmative. Link active." The AI just put it up in the air rather than using a wall; I assume that distance was a factor. "Gene?" Kathy gave him a full frontal and I had a moment to admire her breasts. My girls didn't have as much up top... "Hi, Hon," Gene replied. "Look, Bernie is pitching the idea that we might all want to live together..." "Uh huh. The girls came by." "What do you think? We don't want you to feel threatened..." "We went over it, kind of piece by piece, and while if I'd been taken by surprise, my reaction might not have been all everyone could have hoped, I think it's a pretty good idea -- especially if we take on the Wrights," Kathy replied, forthrightly. "The Wrights?" Gene blinked in surprise. "Um, yeah, we discussed that," Kathy replied. "There would be problems if you and I just tried to take them on -- I mean, I just don't have the experience with men and Ramon is kind of threatening, even though I don't think he wants to be, so that is a big issue for you, I'm sure ... This way, you and Bernie could sort of back each other up..." Gene, clearly bothered, came back with, "Yeah, about Ramon..." "I know he's a pretty big deal," Kathy said, musing, "for both of us -- but he IS the reason the Wrights are all up there for scores. And Terise has her physical issues, but they're fixable. If Bernie is around, that kind of dilutes things, you know? Ramon REALLY doesn't threaten anybody -- he's just a big guy..." "I don't know," Gene mused, "I think his hackles went up..." "Well, we were talking about playing with his equipment, weren't we? Would you want yours downsized?" Kathy pointed out. "No, you're right -- I wouldn't even think about it, anyway," Gene agreed, "I'm not sure where it came up, even." "Me, either," Kathy shrugged. "Bernie and I probably need to negotiate some -- um, who gets access to whom -- that sort of thing," Gene ventured. "Yeah." Kathy nodded. "We kind of played the scenarios. I think ... I think if I'm ever going to graduate to Ramon, I need to start with Bernie." "Um, yeah..." We were BOTH thrown for a loop! "So you figure you'll end up with Ramon?" Gene pressed. "Not right away?" Kathy petitioned. "But if he's in the family, I imagine it will happen eventually. I will just need some time to adjust..." "And the women?" Gene asked carefully. "You know, I wanted to ask you to start with Terise and Aretha -- but that's silly, I think. Once we're all family, I'm sure it will be fine," Kathy was again forthright. "What about pregnancy?" Gene asked. "That's ... not my call," Kathy replied. "In fact, none of it is -- but I appreciate you getting my opinion. You're in charge..." "I understand that," Gene replied, "but the idea was to make sure we didn't break something while trying to fix it. How terrible would it be for you to discover you were carrying Bernie's child?" "Once we're all having sex, I don't see how it makes a difference -- I mean, I love you, but ... Isn't that part of the deal? More daddies? Mixing up the gene pool?" Kathy looked away, her eyes wet. "This is up to you and Bernie. You can control it, I bet, but maybe you won't even want to. We'll be family, right? One big family? Even Ramon?" "That's not..." Gene began. "Why not?" Kathy queried. "Terise and Aretha are going to get babies from you and Bernie -- and we KNOW Ramon contributes positively. Why would we NOT have his babies, too?" She looked at him for a moment. "Would YOU want to be told no?" "It's within our rights as sponsors," Gene pointed out. "It's within your rights to shrink his cock down to this size, too," Kathy said, measuring about an inch between her thumb and forefinger, "but doesn't that make YOU the smaller man?" BOTH of us took the hit from THAT remark! Gene shook it off and said, "So, no limits." "I think that's fair," Kathy replied. "Oh, sure, I'm going to be shaky, but I think it is the right thing to do. You still have slots, too, Honey, for other girls -- we should work on those. This is about family; we want to pick some girls who will fit in and be of some help. Terise is a good start -- she's not beautiful, but she's a mother..." "I'm very surprised..." Gene murmured. "I'm being brave," Kathy blurted. "If things don't go right the first time with Bernie, I'll probably freak. But when I look at things objectively, that's how they should be. The girls have made it clear that they want to be my support group; I'm grateful, because I COULD be doing without..." "How soon?" Gene asked. "ASAP. Before someone else stumbles onto the Wrights," Kathy replied. "Are Bernie's girls there?" Gene asked. "They left a little bit ago." "Call them. We'll let the AIs know. Get things moving; I think Bernie and I have an agreement in principle. We'll finish when Gina comes home from school," Gene directed. "Okay." Kathy gave a tight nod and the air cleared. "I think I gave away my bargaining position by letting you watch that," Gene said ruefully. "I don't think it matters, do you?" I replied. "Kathy has it right -- we do the family thing." "Somebody has to be top dog -- even between us," Gene noted, then: "Bang, you're it!" "Gee, thanks!" I howled. "You're doing a good job." "I'll be taking opinions when possible, anyway," I replied. "Yours, in any case." "So, no limits?" "In house? Yes, that's fine," I agreed. "I think we might want to control conception if we can. We can rotate." "What about the Wrights?" "That comment about shrinking dicks stung," I grunted. "She's probably right. But if we're controlling things, we can make sure that Ramon isn't more effective than the rest of us." "That's a point," Gene nodded. "Aretha? Terise?" "Technically, they'll be yours, I think, if we ever split things. Besides, I'm hearing from Kathy that she might prefer that you try one of them first." "I don't think so -- not any more," Gene argued. "If we're going to see the Wrights, we should have our ducks in a row. Do we test drive one of them?" "Aretha is probably a virgin, and Terise needs work. I vote no. Similarly, Ramon has to wait." "I think we need to test Ramon a little -- grope them or something," Gene opined. "Yeah, maybe. Let's play it by ear. Um, a possibly awkward issue," I said diffidently. "Gay sex?" "Not me." "Me neither. I'm betting it won't be an issue with Ramon, either." "If it is, he'll have to shelve it. I don't even want to bring it up," Gene declared. "Fine. If he mentions it, we're not interested." "Well, if he suddenly decides he might like to blow me, I'll think about it, but I'm not kicking out anything," Gene grinned. "I don't want to get into what is fair and tit for tat," I said, waving my hands. "That way leads to me finding myself knelt up one fine day with his hands on my hips and his dick at my back door. No, thanks!" Gene laughed. "Fair enough. Dead subject. So what's the plan?" "After lunch we leave the little kids with Harrah and Susan -- again -- and -- no, change one, they don't have to be there. We can take one but probably no more than one. Even better, we can take Trini and Harrah and see what Ramon does. The others can watch from home. The girls make the appointment and we show up." "Okay..." "I think we're going to be negotiating with Ramon. If it goes further than that, it will be because Aretha decides she doesn't want to play. Do we care?" I asked. Gene pursed his lips. "No." I nodded. "I agree. Terisa, for all her faults, is the item being purchased here. Aretha is gravy. We'll get the boys -- and we'll get Ramon, if we're at all fair. What are we offering?" Gene pursed his lips again. "Consensual access to women. We have NON-consensual access, if we need it, but I don't think we will. He can create kids -- but we pick the targets and the frequency. From the classes I got, we can do that with nannites acting as gatekeepers. If he looks like he's starting a one-man population explosion, we throttle him back. No direct monkeying with his baby making equipment." He cocked his head. "That's all fair, right? Do we keep him away from Aretha, since she's his daughter?" "No." I looked away. "Not if I come to an agreement with Susie, especially." Gene nodded. "Whatever floats your boat." "I'm embarrassed, but that door is open, here. Susan seems to be interested..." He shrugged. "Like you said -- it's okay. ESPECIALLY if it's consensual." "Nothing will happen otherwise, even if she becomes a concubine." I grinned at him. "She'll be YOUR problem!" "Oh, gee, thanks!" Gene rolled his eyes. "Anything else?" I asked. "Not that I can think of. Let's head for your place." "OUR place." "Yeah." We got up and tossed the cups in the recycler. "What about simple stuff?" I wondered aloud as we walked. "What about tonight, for instance?" "Let me make that call, based on how Kathy is settling in," Gene mused. "Works for me. If Kathy is good, you'll probably get Terise." "That doesn't give Ramon anything." "He'll have options," I declared. "He'll just have to ask. Trini will probably do him without a whole lot of coaxing." "Yeah, okay." ------- Ellen was all settled in when Gina, Patty, Candy, Susan, Jerry, and Harrah returned from school. Gina wanted to know what was up; Kathy told her gently, "We're moving in with Patty and Candy and Jerry and Susie and Harrah. We're going to be one big family. Okay?" Gina looked confused, but nodded dubiously. Kathy took her to see the new room the AI had carved from available space. From what I could tell, on the Valhalla, all sleeping rooms adjoined -- they just didn't appear to; the doors were masked or something. When a set of quarters had to grow, it was merely expanded to some more adjoining rooms. Initial planning allowed for growth in most families to the extent of authorized concubines, at the very least -- and if that number turned out to be underestimated, you just moved to somewhere roomier. So we passed the word: "We're not limiting things -- this is one family. Gene has made me the titular head, but we will talk about anything that doesn't require an instant reaction. Below the concubine line, everyone is equal. There will be certain preferences, but we'll work around them and they might even disappear over time. For now, we'll take it easy and not shake anyone up we don't have to." Kathy blushed, anyway. "Moving on to the Wrights," I continued. "We're fitting them in similarly, if negotiations succeed. Terise and Aretha are full sisters, if you will. Ramon is a little different, but not much. Gene and I have full access to each and every concubine, with or without consent -- you follow orders and do as you're told, right Trini?" "Right, Master!" "Ramon has consensual access," I continued. "That means if you have a headache, he moves on to the next contestant. Frankly, I don't want to see anyone having a headache all that regularly or I'm going to want to know why. We're going to allow Ramon to continue to father children -- and it's at our discretion whether it is random or we direct it, either from behind the scenes or by telling him to fuck one of you until you conceive. In any case, we expect that each of us will be producing a similar number of babies. Any questions?" Harrah raised her hand. "What was this about directing things from behind the scenes?" "We've been told that we can control conception by using nannites in your bodies as gatekeepers, keeping certain sperm cells from reaching target," I explained. "We may control things like that -- or we may not bother -- or, as I indicated, we may tell Ramon to keep trying with one of you until he succeeds." "Is anyone off limits?" Felicity asked. "Short term, maybe," I answered, "Long term, no. We're here to mix it up genetically. You should expect to have kids by every male in the pack. That could end up meaning Wes or Ray or Marvin." Felicity looked like she wanted to say something. "Out with it." "So, do I have to have a child by Gene and one by Ramon before I can have yours again?" "Greedy, aren't you?" I grinned, eyeing her. "Not necessarily. But it is in our hands. Gene and I will decide. You've had three of mine -- maybe you should get a little variety." "So you're large and in charge?" Felicity's eyes challenged me. "Yes, I am," I replied levelly. "Ask your sister how a good spanking feels -- among other things." Felicity looked mildly surprised and backed down. "Anything else?" I looked around. "Trinity, contact the Wrights. We would like to see them as soon as possible. Discover whether they have had any other bites. Harrah, you and Trinity are making the trip -- be on your best behavior and ready for anything." Harrah, surprised, nodded. Terise: Tuesday afternoon, the AI made like an answerin' machine again. "You have a call." I dunno why it bothered ME with it... "Ramon, best you put that thing on hold, Hon," I told my man, ducking into the room where he was watchin' a round ball game -- probly an old one. "We got another call." "No shit..." Ramon talked to the AI and the video stopped and one a them women from the day before appeared. "My masters wish to meet with you," she says. Ramon gets a look and says, "Excuse us," and mumbles for the AI to cut 'em like they cut us yesterday. "What do you think of that?" "Sounds serious," I answered. "No more fuckin' around with the harem." Ramon eyed me. "Before I answer the phone, you got anything to say?" "Are you still gonna bone me when you got a shitload of narry-assed redheads to pick from?" I asked. My man rumbled a chuckle. "That's IF they don't cut my balls off and IF they don't shrink my pecker to the size of my pinky and IF they even let me SMELL a narry-assed redhead ... Shit, maybe they'll turn YOU into one!" I laughed. "THAT would be a change!" "Best get Aretha in here," Ramon told me. "She's got a stake. The boys will go where we do, anyway." I nodded and went into the next room to gather Aretha, who was practicin' her concubine poses with the AI correctin' her. She got up and followed me and settled on her knees, pretty as you please; I sat my big ass in a chair... Ramon had the AI crank up the volume. "What can we do for you?" "As I said, my masters wish to meet with you," the narry-assed redhead replied. "How soon can we meet? Is twenty minutes convenient?" Ramon, he frowned and pursed his lips. "Why are you in such a hurry?" She shrugged. "Maybe there is no rush. Have you been contacted by anyone else? My masters just wanted to make their offer before someone else came along." Ramon, he kept frownin', "Should I be expecting another call?" "Not necessarily," Red replied. "Someone else with our selection criteria might find you on the list, that's all." "What are your selection criteria?" Ramon asked. "I'm ... not at liberty to say." "Huh," my man grunted, and mumbled to the AI to turn off the sound. "What do you think?" "They seem anxious," I answered, "but we ain't got shit, so I dunno if we can bluff." "Aretha?" "I ain't seen a man yet, Pa." My man, he thought about it for a bit. "We can talk. We can always walk." After mumbling to the AI to turn shit on again, that's exactly what he told Red, "We can talk. We can always walk. Thirty minutes. You got a place?" "Suite thirty one seventy," Red replied. "Thirty minutes." Blip! She was gone... "Get the boys so we're headed in the same direction. Get 'em to wear something decent. Hurry up, woman! It'll probably take twenty minutes to dress Marvin!" I got my big ass out of that chair and grabbed Aretha to help me get the boys rollin'. ------- We was early -- and they wasn't. I guess that wasn't no surprise. Ramon, he said we were holdin' the high ground, at least, but I could tell he was nervous. He sat around pickin' his fingers and worryin'. He called me and Aretha over an' he said, "I don't know what they want. They could want just Aretha. They could want just you and the kids. They might be thinking about taking me -- and they might not. Whether they are or not, it's probably gonna be all about me. They're gonna fuck with me to see if I'll get stupid -- and the best way to fuck with me is to fuck with you two. So they're probably gonna want to see how big your pussy is or poke a finger up your ass -- or maybe they'll want a fuck or a blowjob and get rough about it. If they do and I do something about it, my ass is out, so I can't. Probably the best I can do is complain to the AI. And even if I DO complain, they don't have to stop. You two, you need to understand -- I can't protect you. I'll WANT to, but if I try, I'm a dead man. I think you would rather I was alive..." It was fuckin' sad; he was pleadin' with us to understand that if we got fucked over he couldn't do shit... Aretha said, "I know, Pa. You just sit there and don't worry -- they won't bust anything..." "Except your cherry," Ramon grunted. He looked kinda pained at that... So there we sat, waitin' and worryin' and fidgetin' ... After a minute, my man Ramon, he said, "If they want the boys out of the room, there's gonna be some shit. They won't want them to see anything -- Wes in particular, because he's old enough to try something and he wouldn't get killed for it -- but mostly because they wouldn't want the boys to see them doing stuff to you that they might never do again, and they wouldn't want to boys to see me get killed." My stomach got achy and my throat got dry and Aretha kinda settled herself and took a big breath... ... And they come in. ------- Chapter 72 Terise: First, they was Red, the redhead we talked to, then they was this li'l slip of a thing younger than Aretha what didn't have no titties hardly, then they was two white men. They come in cautious, watchin' my man Ramon, but they wasn't what I expected. I dunno, I expected fangs or somethin' -- these guys was neat and clean and sharp-lookin' white boys -- science guy types, you know? So I'm kind of dazed and confused... One of 'em waves at Red and the slip and they drop down to that attention position. The other one looks at my man Ramon and says, "Thank you for meeting us." He started out with Ramon, but he looked at me an' Aretha, too. My Ramon, he's confused, too -- I can see it. "How come there are two of you?" "We work together," the second guy said, "so we recently combined our families to make life easier on our concubines." "Oh. So you're not ... funny ... or nothing..." my man said. Red snorted, and the slip grinned. "No, we're not into that," the first one said. "Live and let live, and all that, but it isn't something either of us does." "If you have that as a concern, you can cross it out," the second one added. "Okay," my Ramon said, "So, what do you want? WHO do you want?" "The intent is to collect the entire family," the first one said. "My name is Bernie, by the way, and this is Gene..." He waved at the other guy and turned back to my Ramon. "You are, well, somewhat imposing, so we have concerns..." "Ramon, he sighed, and said, "I figured you might. I suppose you want to test something..." The two guys looked at one another and one of them made a face. "Let's negotiate a little," the one called Bernie said. "Okay." Ramon sat back. "I'm listening." "Somewhere in the question and answer session with our concubines, a threat of some type popped up. It seemed that you might have assumed that we might ... interfere with your manhood in some way. That's ... not on the agenda. We're proposing limits on your sexual activity, but that's it," Bernie said. "What kind of limits?" my man asked. "That you don't father more children than either of us, and that you get consent from your sex partner," the one called Gene replied. My Ramon kinda blinked. I did, too. "That's a limit?" Ramon asked. "If I wanna fuck Red there, all I have to do is ask and if she says yes, it's okay?" "Essentially," Bernie nodded. "It's a limit in that WE don't HAVE to get consent -- concubines MUST have sex with us on demand, not that we would expect that to be much of an issue." "Okay." I watched Ramon puzzle his way through that. I didn't bother -- it hurt my head. "What's this about kids?" "We're going to limit you to whatever number we have at the time," Bernie replied. "If I have six at home and Gene has four, you can have four. This may never be a problem, but there are ways to enforce it without requiring you to abstain from sex." My Ramon frowned. "Like what?" "Contraception," Gene replied, "In the female. We may control who you have children with at a given time in that manner." My Ramon looked suspicious, "Like how? No white chicks?" "I think we would be looking to see that you don't just concentrate on Terise, say..." Bernie said. "So you want me to fuck around?" Ramon scratched his head. I did, too... "It's about genetic diversity," Bernie replied. "Besides, it isn't 'fucking around' because it is in the family -- our family -- your family." "So you don't plan to stop me from fucking, but you might point me at a particular woman..." Gene pursed his lips. "Something like that. At the very least, I would think that Terise would continue to supply you with sex. But you've already had several children by her, so she probably wouldn't be fertile with you until another of our concubines becomes pregnant by you. Is that any clearer?" My man Ramon frowned. "What if nobody wants to fuck?" "We're going to want to know why," Bernie said. "If the problem is you, we're going to have trouble -- things might escalate and we might have to let you go. On the other hand, if it is them, punitive means are available." Ramon rubbed his face. "This wasn't what I expected." "We want to be fair. I wouldn't want to be told I was going to have to be celibate or I was going to have to accept modifications to my manhood that made me less of a man," Bernie replied. "You're a concubine, so there are rules and limits -- but you are also a man. We are men, too..." Ramon drew a breath and moved on. "What do you want Terise for?" "She has excellent child-raising skills. We plan to reduce her some and regress her in age and put her on the line making more kids and helping our other concubines raise them. Right now, we have two experienced, but not gifted, mothers and two inexperienced females -- but no GIFTED mothers..." Bernie raised a finger and pointed it at Red and the Slip, and said, "You don't need to repeat that..." Ramon cocked his head. "What about Aretha?" "We hope that she'll join us," Gene said. "So you want Terise, but Aretha isn't..." my man asked, confused. Well, he wasn't a PATCH on ME! What the fuck would they want ME for? "We want the family," Bernie replied. "We recognize that Aretha has other options. We would like to have her, but we would understand." Ramon shook his head. "This is NOT what I expected. What now? Do you want to test drive or something?" Bernie pursed his lips. "Aretha is a virgin?" "Yeah." "We won't want to damage her without a contract. If she wants to show off her oral skills ... You went to school for this, didn't you, Hon?" Bernie asked Aretha. "Yessir." "You got a good grade?" "Yessir." "If you want, you can show one of us. Are you interested in coming with the family?" "Yessir." My Ramon, he just looked at me... "I can do that," I volunteered. "Okay..." Bernie crossed the room to me so's I didn't have to get up. "I really want to get a good look at these..." He hefted one of my love melons. "They're just ... huge..." "Yeah," I agreed. "Heavy, too. Hurt my back." "We're going to shrink them quite a bit, I think," Bernie mused, "but..." "But you like 'em," I said, grinnin'. "Yeah. Most of our girls don't have a lot." "Awright, I'll keep enough to please y'all," I promised. "We'll work on getting you back support at Medical," Bernie promised. That was real nice of him, I thought. I got up out of the chair and got myself down on my knees, which was kind of a show. "Y'all need to shrink a lot more than my melons," I said to him, embarrassed, "so's I can get in them positions. Ever get a titty fuck?" "Well, no..." He shucked outta his pants and settled hisself on the edge of the chair I'd been sittin' in. "Wanna try a little?" "Sure..." So I hoisted up my melons -- they be big motherfuckers; when I rack 'em up in a truss, they stick out six, eight inches, like a couple a' watermelons on a shelf -- an' he stuck his dick in between, and I rubbed 'em up and down on it. Problem is, they be HEAVY -- it was fuckin' WORK! My man Ramon, he came by to look and shook his head. "She can't keep that up..." That Bernie, he looked up at Ramon and nodded. "Why don't you just suck it?" he asked me. "Come back when I gotta little less..." I apologized. "Sure." So I lowered my melons -- you don't drop 'em unless you wanna follow 'em down -- an' I bent to suck him in. Ramon, he stood by kinda watchin'. Boy had a purty white dick, nice and long and hard -- this be bonin' meat, for sure! That Bernie he was kinda nervous 'bout Ramon... "What's up?" he asked. "I'm waiting..." Ramon said. "You've got to test me somehow, right?" That Bernie, he looked up at my man and he said, "Do we? You seem pretty clear on things ... What did you expect?" "I dunno," Ramon said. "Fisting? Choke-fucking? Just being generally rough? I figured you would hurt one or both of them, just to see..." That Gene looked up from where Aretha was givin' her 'A+' blowjob, burying her nose in his crotch fur, an' he said, "We thought about it, but we just don't do that. We're going to ... take a chance; you're intelligent and ... you know what's up. If you were prepared for all that ... Jeezus, Honey! Shit! Right there! ... uh, you were prepared for more than ... uuhhh! ... we are capable of..." "Talking about it and seeing it..." Ramon said. "They're different..." "How bad is this?" Bernie panted. I was playin' catch-up; Aretha had her boy on the ropes... "It's ... fine..." I heard my man say. "In fact, why don't you push her some -- get some throat? Come on, Woman, show him that trick where you lick his nuts ... She likes a little help for the deep parts -- just grab her head and..." So that Bernie, he grabbed my head and pulled and I popped him into my throat and swallered a couple of times; he seemed to know all about that shit. He let up and I come up and then we did it again. Ramon said, "She can take it once she gets going -- I stroke it..." so Bernie, he grabbed my head and started long-strokin' my throat, bonin' it good. Ramon, he was right; this wasn't nothin' I hadn't done before -- shit, I think my deep throat was what set the hook! I let that Bernie do it up, slobberin' and breathin' through my nose; his dick was stiffer than Ramon's by a bit, and I didn't know whether it helped or hurt things. It didn't take all that long before he was hunched up, shootin' down my gullet, though. That Bernie, he settled back in the chair afterwards and hauled on me a little so I could drape myself on him and rest and he looked at my man's bone and said, "You probably want to sink that somewhere." Ramon, he looked back, wary, an' said, "It would be nice." "Go ahead," that Bernie said, wavin' "Take something familiar, or..." He waved at Red and the Slip, " ... get something different." Ramon, he looked over at Red and the Slip an' said, "They probably can't..." ... An' Red looked him in the eye and said, "Wanna bet? I've been throat-fucked by experts -- and I taught her..." So I'm layin' on Bernie's lap and he's playin' with my hair an' I watch Ramon go over to the Slip an' say, "Show me!" An' the Slip takes ahold of his balls an' grins from ear to ear an' takes about half of him on the first stroke -- an' I'm thinkin' 'That's that... ' -- but I was wrong! She goes at him like a black snake swallerin' an egg and the next thing I know, she's got her nose in his Brillo pad! An' Red grins up at him an' says, "You were saying?" My boys was bein' good an' stayin' out of the way, but my Marvin, he's shootin' juice, you know? He got up and come over an' got down an' watched the Slip with big eyes, rubbin' his nuts. Nobody said nothin' for a sec, then Bernie looks down at me and says, "He's thirteen, right?" "Uh huh." "He's underage and he isn't family yet, so I can't..." Ramon, he looks up from where the Slip is swallerin' him an' he's got that look on his face that says the quake is comin' an' he says, "Woman! I'm sold! You?" "Yeh." I raise up an' nod. "Aretha?" That Gene has her up in his lap, suckin' a titty. Hers ain't near as big as mine, but they be bigger than anything else on display ... She's got that look on her face that says she wants a dick. "Uh huh!" Ramon, he turns to Bernie. "Whatever we have to do." The AI lights up -- everbody in the room jumps. "This is joint ownership. Terise Wright, do you consent to joint ownership by Bernard Rawlins and Eugene Bradley?" "I do." "Aretha Wright..." "I do! Put your finger in me, pleeeease!" Aretha was squirmin' like mad... "Ramon Wright..." "Yeah. I do! Shit, woman! Fuck! Where did a little slip like you get a mouth like that?" Ramon, his knees started hoppin' an' his eyes rolled up in his head an' he grabbed the Slip by the head to make sure she didn't come offa his dick an' I watched him light off in her throat! Made me horny... An' that Bernie said, "Okay, Wes is family. Trini! If Wes wants it, you show him a good time! He could probably stand to drop two loads..." "SHIT!" From the look on Wes' face youda thought it was Christmas! He had his shit down around his ankles in a flash, an' Red sucked him in -- an' of course, he juiced in her mouth right away ... She jus' kept suckin', though, while Ramon backed off from the Slip an' hauled her up for a bear hug. "You're gonna be real popular, Honey!" my man said... I looked up at Bernie an' I said, "It ain't much to look at, but I got the itch real bad right now..." Bernie, he looked down at me, grinnin' and said, "Let me up and lean over the seat, here, and I'll circle around behind you and see if I can scratch it." An' I did an' he did an' the bonin' began, an' I thought I was gonna die, it was so good... Ramon: I stood there, looking around, holding a little tiny thing in my arms who had just PROVEN she could suck the chrome off a trailer hitch ... I'd just sold a considerable portion of my family into slavery, but as I looked around, nobody seemed unhappy about it. My new owner, Bernie, got up and circled behind Terise and plugged himself in, and Terise looked over at me with that creamy look in her eye that said she'd asked him to. Aretha was bouncing up and down on my OTHER owner's lap, begging him to fuck her, but he was busy telling her that this was neither the time nor the place to take her cherry. And Wesley had a big double-handful of red hair, the owner of which was grinning from ear to ear while sucking his thirteen-year-old pecker ... Amazingly, none of this bothered me a whole hell of a lot; we'd lucked out and these were decent dudes... A little about me, I guess. I probably sound white; Terise is ghetto black from the big city, but I was raised in the burbs -- and in nice ones, at that. I even have some college; the reason I took the job at the school was that I wanted to get the kids here, at least, and I still couldn't GET a job, college or not, due to my 'ethnic heritage' -- meaning I'm OBVIOUSLY mixed Black and Puerto Rican. The fact that Dad is a college professor isn't visible... The fact that I'm a big sonofabitch is, though -- I weight maybe three-twenty. So I'm big -- but when I moved away from our college town to the city I wasn't gangsta enough for the local girls -- I was just a fat boy and an Oreo. Nobody wanted shit to do with me -- except Terise. Don't ask me why; she took one look and did everything but trip me and throw herself down on the sidewalk underneath me! It was, well, gratifying -- and Terise brought a helluva blowjob and a tight, wet pussy to the table and was free with it. I couldn't pass it up -- and it's been sixteen years and I don't regret it. Yeah, she's as big as a house -- so what? Four kids later, if I want it, I get it -- and if I don't want it for a couple of days, she wants to know why. She keeps an eye on me, because I do look at other pussy -- who doesn't? -- but I bring it home; that still isn't that hard to do. There have been a couple of times that she's hinted that if I have to go outside, she'd rather that I brought it home and did it in front of her than having someone else tell her what I was up to; she's got issues, because she's big and she isn't hot in the face and such. Some women would get jealous, but she doesn't seem to think she deserves me in the first place, so jealousy isn't smart, because she thinks she would lose out in a 'It's her or me' situation DESPITE our four kids and all the time we've been together... Bernie was doing her up; he was pounding away and Terise was jiggling like Jello! She looked up at me and said, "This be all right, right? It's in the family?" Bernie watched me, kind of nervous, but I knew what was what -- I'd been paying attention in briefings. "He's up first, Hon -- him and Gene. I bat cleanup now. You're SUPPOSED to fuck him." "Oh, shit, Baby..." I could tell from her face that she was warming up for a big one -- and I'd freed her up to enjoy it. We might have problems later; I would have to talk to my new owners. Meanwhile, Aretha was bouncing up and down on Gene's fingers, still begging him to stick his cock in her -- and he was arguing ... I walked over. "When you were just trying her out, it probably wasn't a good time, since you could say no -- but now that it's hooked up..." I offered. "It's not that simple..." Gene said. "My concubine, Kathy, used to be my wife. She has had a hard time getting used to the whole more than one woman idea ... We're moving slowly -- if I just climbed on Aretha, it would probably hurt her. In a couple of days..." Okay, that made sense. "I get it. Terise might throw a guilt trip when she comes down," I told him. Then there was some noise and the wall lit up. There were a couple of other women on the screen -- three, it was. Two of them I'd seen before. "Gene? Gene, can you hear me?" the brown-haired woman said. "Yeah..." The look on his face said he'd forgotten they were watching -- and of course, this was the first I knew of it. "Gene, do it. I can't stand listening to her suffer. Give her what she wants -- I'll be okay." Gene, looking a little irritated and embarrassed, said, "You need to remember who is in charge, here!" "I know who's boss, Sweetie, but you're worrying about me and it's okay, really!" Aretha let out a squeal and hopped up for a second and grabbed Gene's dick and just sat on the thing! She's just like her momma, I guess -- hungry pussy ... There wasn't any blood or anything; her eyes popped, but then she was riding it like a pogo stick, puffing and blowing and having a gay old time! I watched it for a minute, but Aretha was running things -- Gene was just supplying the dick, you know? I couldn't get upset about that... Meanwhile, this little tiny thing was trying to climb me like a tree. "Jeez, Honey," I said, "What do you want?" "What they're getting!" She waved an arm around to encompass Terise and Aretha and Wes and the redhead. "Well, you give a helluva blowjob, Hon, but I dunno..." I mused. "Come on, give me a baby!" she cajoled, "Bernie has this thing about my age, but I'm ready -- and I want that!" She reached out to rub my cock. "I dunno..." "Oh, JEEEZUS! FUCK!" Terise wailed. "Come on..." I picked the little chick up and she wrapped her legs around me and I carried her like a little kid on my hip over to where Terise was going apeshit on Bernie's dick. "What's this?" my new owner puffed. "I want to ride Ramon!" the girl said. "Harrah, you aren't big enough, or old enough..." Bernie argued. "I bet I am!" the girl -- Harrah -- argued. Bernie seemed to think about it -- as much as anybody can think when fucking Terise, which isn't much. Finally, he said, "Don't hurt her -- but give her what she wants if you can." Harrah leaned up and whispered in my ear, her breath hot on my skin, "Just pick me up and put me down on it -- I'm not a virgin. Come on..." I said, "You're shitting me, right? I'm generally in THAT!" and I pointed to Terise, who had to be three times her size... "My pussy is as big as hers!" Harrah insisted. "Bernie's been in it -- and Terise isn't complaining he's too small..." Harrah had a point; Bernie was long-stroking Terise -- and he had plenty to do it with. I grabbed Harrah's little butt and picked her up and brought her around... "You know what? She was right! We did about three short strokes to spread her lubrication and then she grabbed my neck and I just started jamming, holding her ass steady -- and she whined and gurgled and kissed my face and neck and panted -- and yelled, "OH, HOLY SHIIIIIIIT!" about thirty seconds in and that pussy of hers went nuts... I was gonna LIKE this family! I didn't pay much attention to anything else until I got my nut; I had a wild child in the saddle and she took it all! I collapsed in a chair when I'd finished, and little Harrah rode me down. Only then did I think to look at Terise. I could tell that she couldn't decide whether to be unhappy or not. Bernie had given her a pretty good fuck, I figured, and that kind of balanced what Harrah and I did. But... "Now you discovered little girls, are we done?" Terise asked. "Nah. Long-term, she couldn't take the heat," I replied, offhand. Harrah swatted me on the shoulder for that, but I think she understood. Looking over at Terise, she asked, "Can you share a little bit?" Terise looked up at Bernie, who had parked himself on a chair arm, then at Harrah. "Can you?" Harrah nodded soberly. "Yeah, I can spare a little." "Okay, then." Terise raised herself to the vertical and lumbered to her feet. "Okay, then." Sometime while I was off fucking, Aretha ran out of steam. She was cuddled against Gene, but she wasn't moving. Wes was over on the couch on the redhead's lap instead of vice-versa -- probably because he was just that little bit smaller yet. Well, it wouldn't last. I checked on Ray and Marvin; Marvin was asleep. That kid could sleep through a hurricane, I think. Ray was sitting there, looking wary; he was just old enough to know for sure what we were doing and too young to participate. He caught me looking and made a face, "Are you guys done with that icky stuff?" Bernie got up, nodding. "Let's go to Medical and get checked out." I bussed Harrah on the lips and put her on her feet and started gathering the kids. Bernie: The rest of the family met us at Medical. We fed Terise into the tubes for a couple of hours; no one else really needed much. She was better than she'd ever been when she came out, but she was still big; we wanted her to retain that comfortable Momma thing. We shrank her breasts back down to Double D -- they really HAD resembled watermelons -- and the medics worked on her back so she wouldn't have any difficulty carrying them nice and high. She was very happy with the changes, her only question for Ramon being, "Can you carry me and fuck me like you did Harrah?" As it turns out, he could... Gonzalo: Tuesday was the day that the AI announced, "Gonzalo Cuatrecasas, your period of probationary service is over. Your supervisors have withdrawn their objections to your presence and you are awarded your full CAP score of six point seven. You will continue in your current position, responsible for unregistered male concubine candidates. You may select a second concubine -- or a mixed couple with children and a further female." To say that I was surprised would be to understate the case considerably! I had anticipated taking months -- perhaps years -- to establish my reputation before being legitimized, but it had been mere days! Clearly, despite his forbidding nature, the Decurion was a fair man and one that I would find it necessary to express my gratitude to in some manner -- but I also knew that merely bubbling my thanks to him would mean nothing. No, I would need to continue to serve in my current position in an exemplary fashion; justification of his confidence in me was more important than gestures of gratitude. In the matter of the selection of a second concubine, the choice was clear, if she was available. Jolene Wells, the sister of the addict Bernice Farris, had impressed me on a number of occasions. We met regularly to discuss the progress of the woman's sister -- which was slow, but the AIs considered that she was recovering -- and I found the woman's personality to be even more impressive than her physical charms, which were considerable, given that she had once been the proprietress of a lingerie shop. If pressed, I would have to admit that the addict Bernice's progress was not rapid enough to warrant daily updates with her sister Jolene, but I found Jolene's company to be extremely pleasant and thus encouraged them, anyway. The substitution of an addiction to sex for Bernice's addiction to painkillers was a questionable tactic in my mind, but it had the advantage of being feasible; Bernice was not going to GET painkillers at any Confederacy facility -- the medics would merely cure the underlying problem, if there was one. Just turning off the reason for her addiction was confusing for Bernice, so the AIs told her that the pleasures to be extracted from sexual activity were her path to a cure. Bernice's initial response was to attempt to entertain men in quantity, and it had to be put to her that pleasure is qualitative, not quantitative. Unfortunately, just as she began to shift her focus, we emptied out the Bachelor Male Concubine Quarters, leaving her with the absolute dregs of our collection of male candidates for use as sexual partners. Unfortunately, due to the time limitations we were operating under -- we would reach orbit at Nuevo Angelino this coming Friday -- the flow was slowly reversing again as male concubines recognized the fact that they were holding their families back -- or their mates were making that point for them. These familial losses were Bernice's gains and she was careful to ensure that each one she came into contact with had his pain assuaged to the best of her ability, since they were the source of her fix, as it were, and she desired to maintain a positive relationship with her sources of supply. This was not a bad thing; the woman had been a whore before, but an extremely poor one, her personality flat and unattractive, her actions mechanical. Now, given a requirement to obtain quality pleasurable experiences, she was working to inject some personality into her efforts. This, according to the AIs, was all a part of the grand plan, as it should, at some point, result in a relationship. This was the reason for my daily meetings with Jolene, then -- examining her sister's progress and comparing and coordinating our efforts at rehabilitation. We would more or less shamelessly examine the highlights of Bernice's previous day with an eye toward fine-tuning her efforts, either from my authoritarian position or Jolene's sisterly advice. We generally met just after noon; Bernice was usually resting at that point, her primary period of activity being the late evening or very early morning. Jolene came in and I greeted her cordially as usual and we settled in to examine Bernice's progress, which appeared to have been slower than in previous days -- or was it faster? It was slower in that Bernice only entertained two clients -- and faster in that she expended considerable effort on each. Both of the males were somewhat devastated at having been ejected from their families; Bernice provided them with a shoulder to cry on and generally seduced them into obtaining pleasure and solace from her. The quality and quantity of emotional involvement she appeared to inject into these episodes indicated that unless she was an accomplished actress, she was rapidly approaching the point where one individual male would impress himself upon her and she would attempt to nourish a relationship. Both of these episodes were intense depictions of seduction; I found myself to be aroused, observing them, and Jolene unmistakably was also -- her lack of clothing made it impossible to hide the flush or the erection of her nipples. When we had finished observing Bernice's second act, I mastered myself and commented, "This is amazing progress, I think." Jolene nodded. "I think the period where she had to do without actually helped; she appreciates what she is getting, now." I nodded. "I agree. Things are proceeding satisfactorily, I think." On a normal day, this would have more or less concluded things, and Jolene made to depart -- but I collected her hand and moved on to the second item on the agenda, "Stay. I wish to have a personal conversation with you, if I may." "Okay." She settled cautiously back into her seat. I gathered myself. "I find you to be extremely impressive. Your beauty, your regal bearing, these are extremely attractive to me. My regard for you increases at our every meeting. Would you do me the honor of becoming my concubine?" Her eyes widened in shock. "Me? Knowing what you know of my sister?" "The comparison of the two if you is striking -- you are everything your sister is not," I replied. "You are not to blame for her troubles, yet your concern for her says so much about how exemplary you are." "I should say similar for you!" Jolene burst out. "Bernice has to be a thorn in your side, yet you have made it your duty to watch over her and haven't taken advantage of her in any way..." "Ah, but I have!" I replied. "Watching over her brings me into contact with you!" Jolene blushed. "You have such a way ... You're serious, then?" "But of course!" "I would be honored..." An AI seems to be present EVERYWHERE ... At this point, the air shimmered with "This is acceptance, Jolene Wells?" "Yes." Jolene's eyes held mine. "It is." "Duly recorded." I stood and used the hand I held to bring her to me around my desk. She melted into my arms. "I wanted this," she husked. "At the risk of interfering with your high opinion of me, I wanted -- want -- more..." "I have never entertained a woman in my office," I murmured. It was true; not even Marie had delivered herself to me at a place of work -- and we had an understanding about such things that approached a contract of concubinage. Marie was a true trophy wife; love was not really a feature of our relationship. I was her provider and protector and she repaid my efforts with her services, sexual and otherwise. If, in my business dealings, I needed a client seduced, she did that, too -- and it never came up in conversation... "Your desk is clean..." Jolene observed. I would not have thought it comfortable, but Jolene had no complaints. We didn't hurry; I do not force myself upon women, take my pleasure, and withdraw -- even with Marie. It was several minutes before my phallus entered her tunnel of love, and we worked to please one another at a sedate rate that maximized the pleasure of this, our first union. When it was over, we were both more than pleased; I took my next appointment with Jolene on my lap, impaled upon my still rampant erection -- and then we sampled one another for a second time... ------- Chapter 73 Mark: Tuesday was 'Culo Day.' You'd have thought it was a national holiday or something. Given the fact that neither Graciela nor Estrella had shown any initial interest in the whole thing, you'd have thought that someone might get suspicious -- but apparently it never occurred to Nana ... Estrella trotted off to Graciela's room very early and I guess they had a meeting of the minds, because suddenly Graciela was all for it at breakfast. Estrella pretended total unconcern, indicating that 'It's not all that bad, done properly, ' and Marisol was hot to assist in the execution of preparations. Given the importance of the task, I of course set Nana to supervise and headed off to work. By the time I got home, the whole place was in an uproar. Graciela was putting on a VERY convincing display of being reluctant to wait -- and I discovered that it was convincing because it was genuine! "Marisol knew of something from school," Nana related, "an... 'intruder.' It is long and narrow and..." "I'll show you!" Marisol was up like a shot and back in moments with a very narrow sleeve that attached to a dildo or vibrator. It wasn't as thick as one of my fingers, but it was probably a full six inches long. "It's not a penis," Marisol gushed, "but it gives you confidence and it's a great warm-up ... Mama actually took a dildo afterwards without much trouble..." Javier stood by, grinning and shaking his head as Marisol waved the toys. "I've been cleaned and lubricated and opened up..." Graciela waved her ass at me. "Come on..." "What about dinner?" I objected. "Please?" Graciela pouted. What was I to say, anyway? Remembering the purpose of the exercise, I said, "Come, Nana -- you're the expert. Make certain that everything is in readiness." Nana came forward and fidgeted for a moment, then said, "She's fine. I helped prepare her." "She's not positioned," I objected. "I ... Here?" Nana asked. "Everyone seems interested. Adapt a chair for her comfort. She can kneel on it and be supported in whatever fashion you deem appropriate..." I instructed. Nana ended up flattening and extending a chair back into a platform raised from seat level for Graciela to rest her elbows and upper body on. "There," Nana said, stepping back, satisfied. "Is her position correct? Should her knees be apart or together?" I asked. Nana eyed me. "Shoulder width is fine. Wider might close her to you." "Perhaps her lubrication has dried up..." I suggested. Nana KNEW something was up -- she sensed the trap, but couldn't identify it. "I'm sure..." "Come, Nana -- don't be shy. Give us the benefit of your expertise," I pressed. "Fine." She came forward again and gently probed Graciela's anus. "Press back, Graciela. Open yourself. Pretend that you are trying to go to the bathroom..." She worked her finger inside her granddaughter's anus, then mused, "Perhaps a bit more..." Marisol, standing by with the lubricant, offered it. "Thank you child," Nana said absently. She dribbled some down the crack of Graciela's ass and fed it inside by pressing down with a finger while sliding it in, opening a gap and directing the flow. "That's better," she announced, looking up at me. "We don't want TOO much or you'll get nothing out of it..." "What about me?" I pressed. "Shouldn't I be lubed?" "Probably, to start ... Marisol... ?" Marisol poured lube in Nana's open hand. Only when she had both hands on my erection did she realize the threat, looking up at me in surprise. "So..." "Why don't you see to the insertion?" I offered. "You were never a fool, Marcus," Nana murmured, her eyes bright. "I was too obvious, so now you will make me pay..." I nodded. "That's the plan." "You would best me with my own sword..." Nana's hands continued to work my erection despite the fact that it was now well coated with lubricant. "If possible," I agreed. "That's ... evil..." "You started it..." "Fool that I was..." "I think we're ready," I murmured. "You don't want to make me ejaculate -- Graciela would miss out..." "Oh!" Nana released my penis as if it burned her hands, knowing that her defenses were already weakened. "No, you will help guide it in," I told her. "I don't want to do anything that might interfere with her ultimate enjoyment, so I want you to control the insertion." Nana eyed me and bit her lip. "Evil." "Wicked, anyway," I agreed. Nana nerved herself and grasped my shaft behind the glans and drew me forward, murmuring to Graciela, "Open yourself, now -- press ... you know how it feels ... You can handle it..." Nana pressed me against Graciela's opening, maintaining steady pressure. Graciela grunted and grimaced, raising her head, but she opened slowly and my glans sank inside. Nana called a halt at that point. "He's in, Granddaughter, but he will need to go deeper. Try to relax and tell me when we can continue. If you can, handle the movement yourself -- that way you have fine control over it..." "Yes, Nana." Graciela was distracted, her voice sounding congested and breathless. She drifted back a bit and Nana shifted her grip closer to the base of my shaft -- but did not remove her hand. Graciela rocked forward and then pressed back again, grunting softly as the pressure mounted; an inch or so of my erection disappeared, only to re-emerge from her portal a moment later. Graciela backed again, husking, "Yessss..." -- and making considerable headway, taking over half of my length; Nana had to snatch her hand away to keep from interfering with progress. In two more strokes, Graciela was handling my full length -- and accelerating. "How is it?" Nana asked, rubbing her ass. "Different, but..." Graciela's voice held that distracted tone that said her entire attention was focused on the invader in her ass. "Surrender now to Marcus..." Nana directed. I took Graciela's hips in my hands and started driving, lengthening the stroke and deliberately impacting her ass, but not jacking up the speed much. I myself had never understood how it could be pleasant without some stimulation of her pussy. "Um," Graciela grunted, swaying her back and rolling her ass up, "Oh. Yeah ... Uh huh ... Okay ... Yeah ... I think ... Yes ... I might ... Uh. Oh. More?" The length I had to feed her was a limited resource, so I increased the speed. "Yes. Yes. I can ... I'm going to ... Yes ... Ogod ... Ogod ... Fuck ... FUCK! OGOD! FUCK ME! SHIT! AAAAAHHHH!" Her anus clutched me, slowing my stroke, so I went deep and ground myself against her. "Best for you is to pull back so her ring milks you," Nana offered. I nodded. "I'm not ready yet, though." Nana nodded and reached out to pop Graciela on the ass. "Tighten up for Marcus. Remember who is master here..." I looked at her and raised an eyebrow, and she shrugged and said, "Well..." I resumed my stroke, but continued to eye Nana, "Well what?" Graciela returned my stroke aggressively; I wouldn't last through two iterations. "Who is master was never in doubt," Nana said carefully. "Neither is who is mistress," I puffed. "Relative positions seem to be the source of the difference of opinion." "Fuck! Fuck!" Graciela panted, fully into having her asshole plundered. Nana opened her mouth and I held up a hand, "I'm busy right now..." I could feel things coming to a head. I started really getting into the stroke, going all the way in and all the way out, and I gave Graciela another smack on her plush ass. Graciela gave a little whine and a grunt and clamped down and I pushed through, enjoying the tighter grip; Graciela seemed to, also. She'd shifted modes and wasn't talking anymore; instead, she expressed herself in whines and grunts -- but they carried an unmistakable payload of pleasure. After a few strokes, I gave her ass another little smack and her anal ring clamped down and clung like a leech and Graciela moaned, "Ooooohhhhh! OOOOOOOHHHHH!" and I felt the pressure build and knew that one more would do it... But Graciela never let up; instead, she started throwing herself back at me even harder and she started pulsing and her sphincter wrung my glans and I spewed seed into her colon like champagne after the cork pops. Graciela threw her head back and screamed, "AAAIIIEEEEE!!!!" while I instinctively buried myself and pulsed the heaviest portion of my ejaculation, then backed off to feel her anus clutch and cling and milk the rest from me. Estrella looked frankly amazed. "Hector never ... How does that 'intruder' thing work? Let me..." "After dinner!" I rasped. "Nana can show you then -- and if you're all excited about it after, we'll see how you do!" Estrella blinked and subsided. "Yes, Mark. Come, Graciela, let's clean you up..." Sensing an opportunity, I turned to Nana, "You can clean ME up..." She eyed me, considering. I could see thoughts flying through her brain. "How?" "Whatever works." "I'll ... get a rag..." She headed off. Marisol beheld me with laughing eyes. "You COULD have..." She'd been learning her lessons well. "I didn't want her to associate my erection with feces," I replied, "Besides, I can't order her to do anything on my authority as her master because I am not her master -- I'm her guardian, just as I am yours." "Still, it might have worked..." "You're too young to know so much," I chastised. "Wait a week or so to grow up." I beckoned her to me and hugged her. "Mama was clean," she argued, her hand dropping to my subsiding member. "Uh uh!" I muttered, grasping her wrist and pulling her hand away. "What did I just say?" Marisol looked up into my eyes. "If you need me, I'm happy to remind Nana how it's done." "I'll bear that in mind," I replied dryly. "Now run along..." "It might help if she sees me..." "It might help if she sees me what?" Nana asked archly, entering the room. "Fondling me," I replied, "Or cleaning me without a washrag." Marisol grinned at her great grandmother. Javier, from his perch on what might be described as a kitchen stool, observed, "You have no allies this time, Nana. I think you've bitten off more than you can chew." Nana grinned ruefully as she knelt before me and took my penis gently into the rag. "I am fighting myself, even. It was a mistake. Only pride keeps me from capitulating -- and I am old enough to know when to swallow THAT..." The rag's wet texture reversed my shrinkage, erecting me; Nana gazed at it fixedly. "You should have just sucked it," Marisol insisted. "Mama was clean." Nana flashed her a look. "Quiet, Child." Marisol subsided at the flash of irritation Nana displayed. Nana stopped wiping and leaned in to sniff delicately. She didn't just test one location, either; she checked my pubes on either side, and the root at the base of my scrotum. Everyone who watched, including Marisol, knew that this was more about inhaling male musk than anything else. "Is this about cleanliness or about man smell?" Graciela asked, waddling in bowlegged from the bath. Her mother, walking beside her, grinned. "Both," Nana answered, getting up. "I'll be back and we can go." I raised a finger to my lips to keep them from comparing notes in Nana's hearing and they stood grinning until she returned. "Dinner," I directed, waving them forward. Javier, grinning, settled beside me at the rear of the formation. Watching four sets of feminine hips sway before us, he sighed, "We are truly blessed." I nodded agreement. At dinner, I let them discuss it as they would, knowing that it would only add fuel to the fire. "It was different, but there is nothing wrong with it," Graciela declared. "THAT should be clear," Nana laughed, "since you came twice!" Graciela went on to wax descriptive, which could have interfered with my digestion, but didn't. Watching it spark wistful expressions on the faces of each of the other three Salazar women, I hid my amusement. Marisol was going to be a handful if I wasn't careful; she was ripe -- even overripe. AND she had clearance to participate in limited sexual activity -- anal sex being on the list of things allowed. After dinner, Estrella waited a decent interval, but before nine she was stirring the pot, "About this 'intruder' thing..." I looked up from the data I was slowly collecting about couples' fragmentation trends. "Nana, Marisol, would you assist in making sure she's clean and prepared, then bring her back in here for the demonstration?" "Sure!" Marisol was all for it -- but Nana was hesitant. Still, she smiled wanly and nodded and the three of them wandered off. Graciela settled on the couch next to me and cuddled up close, but didn't make a disturbance, so I managed another twenty minutes of work. The three returned and I put work away in order to give the demonstration -- and the associated personal agendas -- my attention. I made it clear with a glance that Nana was in charge; Marisol would have been happy to oblige, but she apparently understood that there was more than met the eye here, too. Nana had the AI deform the chair to the position Graciela had used earlier and arranged a suddenly nervous Estrella upon it, then fitted the sleeve of the narrow attachment onto the vibrator. Estrella's face squinched up on contact with the tip of the 'intruder', making it clear that she had probably locked down her anal ring, but Nana was patient and gentle as she rubbed the now buzzing length around Estrella's clenched crinkle. I alternately watched Estrella's face and Nana at work; watching one was almost the same as watching the other. I could see it when Estrella opened herself to the surprising pleasure the vibrator provided; soon after, I was watching her face when her eyes popped from the realization that her anal ring had betrayed her and released and the probe was slowly sinking into her rectum. After that came acceptance and confidence as the long plastic finger slid deep into her colon without injuring anything. "Very nice..." she muttered, her eyes distant. "Yes ... very nice..." Nana gave her plenty of time to get used to the probe -- and the feeling of it sliding in and out of her -- before extracting it and wrestling the rubber sleeve off the vibrator. Marisol, standing by, dabbed lubricant on the vibrator tip and Nana pressed it home against Estrella's now defeated anal ring. Estrella looked momentarily nervous over the girth of the new invader, but Nana took her time once the vibrator had penetrated and Estrella settled down. "Prepare Marcus," Nana directed Marisol. Marisol was more than happy to follow THAT instruction! She got me out of my pants under Graciela's amused gaze and Graciela helped by removing the rest of my clothing while Marisol got her fill of the feel of my member in her hands while generously lubricating it. In the meantime, Nana assured Estrella, "Marcus' penis will feel a LOT better than this old hard thing!" Estrella merely nodded, watching Marisol work on me with eyes glassy from concentrating on the feel of Nana's attack on her nether regions. She was taking the entire length of the vibrator at that point. After assessing my state -- solid under Marisol's slick hands -- Nana announced, "Now, I think." I went around behind Estrella and Nana continued to work on her with the vibrator for a moment, so Estrella wouldn't clench up in anticipation of my penetration. Nana handed off control of the vibrator to Marisol, who continued to slide it in and out while Nana again took my member by the shaft. With a nod for coordination, Nana had Marisol extract the vibrator and slid me into contact with Estrella's open anus in a single coordinated act; my glans was seated in Estrella before she realized it and I pressed myself into her depths with very little resistance. Estrella turned her head to gaze at me, wide-eyed. "It always hurt, before!" "That was fear and improper preparation, Daughter," Nana replied. "Hector probably just took you without getting you ready or allaying your fears. Your culo is even more private to you than your womanhood, and taking you there is an intimate act. If you are unprepared, it is rape -- and very painful for you as you instinctively fight to expel your attacker. Done like this, however, you are prepared to experience pleasure -- so you do." Estrella nodded vacantly; I was sliding slowly in and out of her, getting a full-length stroke. "Masturbate," I instructed her. She reached beneath herself and began manipulating her clitoris. I didn't let Nana leave; I held her there by the simple expedient of rubbing her ass, while I held Estrella's hip with my other hand, guiding and controlling her. Estrella presented her ass much as Graciela had earlier, by swaying her back. Her ass cheeks rippled under the impacts as I hit the bottom of my stroke. Nana, encouraged to stay, began rubbing my back and ass with one hand and the saddle of Estrella's with the other. Estrella began to moan and push back, asking for more; this presented a problem, as I needed both hands on her hips to give her what she wanted. Compromising, I kneaded Nana's ass for a moment, then pulled her in for a kiss, taking her by surprise, before letting go so I could concentrate on Estrella. Nana withdrew from the kiss, her eyes hot with need. "You win," she husked. "Save me some..." I grinned and pulled her back against me so that I could suck her neck -- and when I had to return my grip to Estrella's hip, Nana went nowhere, but continued to press her upper body against mine, bracing herself against Estrella and the chair. Once she got going, Estrella showed none of the fine control over this act that she did over vaginal sex; she literally went wild under me, squealing and grunting out two climaxes before I flooded her colon. Culo sex was getting to be a big draw for my women, which was a big surprise for me. In the past, I'd had anal sex with numerous women -- and in most cases, it was an act with more than a little sadism inherent in it. Usually, I demanded and took anal sex as a tactic to drive a woman away from me when she got too clingy; clearly, that wasn't going to work with THIS bunch... When I was done, I backed up, withdrawing from Estrella and leaving her anus distended and oozing white goo. Marisol was standing by with a washrag, but Nana knelt and took me into her mouth. I glanced at Javier, who was grinning, and nodded that he should take charge of his grandmother; his response was to undress and move forward to take her vaginally from the rear. Estrella's immediate response was to say, "OOGH!" -- but she didn't complain and was soon rocking to Javier's stroke. Nana backed off my erection -- which was still solid -- and I said, "Well?" Nana looked around and bent to press her face to the floor; it muffled her voice as she said, "I abase myself. You are the man. Take me!" "Over on your back, then," I told her, "I've had enough culo for one night." I instructed the AI to pad the floor for us and Nana rolled onto her back and lifted her arms and legs to me. I knelt up between her legs and swiped the pink valley between her nether lips with my glans, confirming the fact that she was wet and ready, and pressed myself home inside her, taking possession of my third of four generations of Salazar women -- this one not technically a concubine. "Unh! So good! I could not win ... it's been ... so long..." Nana gasped. I slowly sank to my full length in Nana's womanhood while having a flashback of her wizened features from the day I met her. Except for fertility, she appeared to be half that age -- and everything else seemed to be working. She clutched my arms as I slowly withdrew -- and the look in her eyes said the underlying reason was fear that I would pull out totally -- but I had no such intention, so I reversed myself and pressed myself inside her to the root. This was what she meant by saying she couldn't win; the octogenarian in her remembered sex fondly -- and probably hadn't had any in more than a decade. When you compared that with the daily availability of more than one sex partner that I had, the advantage when it came to the relative effect of passing up a single sex partner fell very clearly to me... This particular fight was over, but it really wasn't clear who was taking the spoils; both of us were, apparently. One look in Nana's eyes told you that she was thrilled to death to be where she was... Having had the excess bled out of me, first by Graciela, then by Estrella, I was well equipped to make things last until Nana got her fill. Her imposed period of chastity made her hair-trigger; she had an orgasm almost immediately, it seemed, and spun up rapidly to a second and then a third -- and it was at that point that I noticed the OTHER problem... Marisol was virtually beside herself, poor thing. Everyone was getting sex in plain sight but her! Javier had collected his mother and was pounding her from the rear, doggie-style, using the modified chair that had seen so much culo-worship and Estrella was recovering from her bout, looking on as her mother submitted to the attentions of her master -- and poor Marisol was trying not to masturbate while hopping from foot to foot, the only clothed person in the room. It was time to throw that fourth generation a bone... "Want to ride on top for a bit?" I asked Nana. "Don't get any ideas..." "Never!" Nana croaked, "I know my place! What are you... ?" I flicked a glance at Marisol and Nana became aware of her great-granddaughter's distress. "Ah ... Let's go to my right..." 'AI, fix the floor!' I instructed, and the AI saw to it that our target area was padded. I pushed Nana's knees to her shoulders, then wrapped my arms around her and made the roll -- and we stayed connected. Nana went vertical and began to bounce. "Marisol!" I puffed. "Mark?" Marisol stood wringing her hands. "Get undressed and come here -- and I'll lick you..." "You will?" You'd have thought it was Christmas! Marisol started tearing her way out of her clothes as if they were on fire. "How?" "Squat. I'll adjust you with my hands," I told her. Never in my life had I thought to give cunnilingus to a twelve-year-old -- but it was some of the hottest, sweetest pussy I've ever had! She was pink and puffy and wet -- but clearly virginal -- and absolutely manic when it came time to have an orgasm! I sucked her nectar freely and dug for more with my tongue while her great-grandmother's pussy rode me and clutched at my length, milking me for my seed. I frankly can't imagine anyone duplicating this particular feat; I had sex with four generations of a single family's females in a single night! Three separate times, Marisol screamed her joy into Nana's shoulder before she flopped off to the side, unable to continue. Nana, released, flopped forward onto me, puffing, "I can do no more, Marcus -- but I want your seed, even if I cannot make it grow..." "Back to the left, then." I was rested as far as taking an active part in things was concerned, and energized from the results of my efforts with Marisol; I'd have gotten off before, but doing Marisol justice had provided just enough distraction. Now it was time to bring it on home, so I brought a sense of urgency with me as I resumed control of our joining. Nana loved it! "Yes! Yes! Take me! Pound me into submission! I love it!" she wailed, clutching me and rolling her pelvis up to take my pounding strokes. "Love me!!!" It took less than a minute for me to feel the beginnings of the storm gathering -- but Nana provided the lightning bolt, howling and throwing herself up at me while her belly clenched in support of the clutch of her vaginal walls as she climaxed. I let out some kind of roar and the top came off my head and I poured everything I had left into Nana's clinging pussy. I flopped forward atop her at that point, and my exertions robbed me of the ability to move; consciousness bled away with the dregs of my seed... When I awoke, it felt late; the room had been darkened. Nana was still beneath me, but I knew she was awake instinctively. "We should go to bed," I muttered, "Bathroom first, I think." She let go of me and I struggled up while the AI brought up the lights to a dim level that allowed us to see without ruining our night vision; I took her hand and led her to the bath for a bit of urination and cleanup and then on to bed. It was occupied; Graciela was in it, asleep. Well, it was her night ... I pushed her a bit and climbed in and Nana followed. Then I realized that I was in a quandary -- Graciela, or Nana? Well, it had started out Graciela's night, but had turned into Nana's ... I spooned myself with Nana, muttering, "Maybe I'll do YOUR culo," in her ear. "I'm not clean," Nana whispered back, "but do not let that stop you. I have cleaned up after before and will again, my Marcus." "So, about world domination..." "You do it. Just let me come to your bed..." "I wouldn't think of saying no..." I stuck my nose in her neck and mauled one of her womanly breasts and she cooed me to sleep. Oliver: Tuesday saw Evelyn more or less domesticated. We left Adrian and his sister in Britney's care and I took Evelyn and Jeffrey and Rhonda to the Brinkman meeting, where I showed off the couple, touting Jeffrey as a resource, then stuck Evelyn under the table with her head in my crotch. This wasn't a major social gaffe; Harriet decorated Farris' lap and Toni decorated Dave's. June Mortensen sat on her concubine Jesse's lap -- and he had full reign from the way his hands moved inside her uniform top. Bernie Rawlins and his new assistant Eugene Bradley showed up with a couple of black women in tow, one of them about the size of Jack's concubine Keisha, part of a family whose male membership remained in quarters this day; they disappeared under the conference table, too, and while I had Evelyn merely lying on my lap, there were sucking noises coming from that end of the table. With domestic issues settling out, we were moving on to attempting to get a grip on the increased toolset we would have to work with and possible changes in project scope. Communications were still an issue; from what we could tell, Sa'arm communications were digital data streams between vessels in their fleets that Rhonda theorized conformed to standards set down by races that the Sa'arm took over the technology from; vessels communicated with each other, but not their crews, sending only telemetry. There were other oddities; instrumentation that we got from Sa'arm ships tended not to have units on the gauges, for instance -- just marks that indicated the operating range or where dangers existed in the underlying process. An open question was whether jamming telemetry would have any real effect on Sa'arm operations, as they appeared to ignore it in the first place. I wasn't surprised when Evelyn went to sleep with her head in my lap -- the conversation probably bored her. But she had questions when we broke up. Waiting until we were in the corridor, she asked, "Oliver? Have you noticed anything odd about that Toni?" I chuckled. "There is little that ISN'T odd about Toni. What are you referring to in particular?" "She has a really big, well, clit, I guess." "Or a small penis," I replied. "Yeah, I guess -- but doesn't she have a pussy?" "Toni started out male," I advised her, "but by now is more or less hermaphroditic, from a sexual standpoint, although functionally, she's still male." "I ... don't understand, I guess." "The AIs limit what we can do to someone sexually; that appears to be the short answer," I replied. "Antonio was apparently gay, but in reality was a woman trapped in a man's body -- that's my understanding of the situation. Doctor Chambers has bisexual leanings and had taken Antonio on as gay when Antonio asked him if he could be altered. I've had some discussions with Doctor Chambers and Toni about it, one time or another, and it is my understanding that Toni has a fully functional vagina, but no ovaries or womb. Her erectile tissue can function as a penis or as a clitoris; it's a compromise, being small for the one, but large for the other. She still has functioning testes, buried somewhere." "Doctor Chambers spent a lot of time masturbating her -- him..." Evelyn advised me. "I think she would rather be referred to as 'her'," I told Evelyn. "It's how she's most happy." "Then Doctor Chambers has no real female concubines?" Evelyn asked. "Peg, his other concubine, is probably in their quarters keeping an eye on her son," I replied. "In order to support Toni, she had her clitoris altered, too; she's functionally female, but can sport an erection similar to Toni's -- but incapable of ejaculation." "Why?" I shrugged. "I'm sure she finds uses for it." I eyed her. "I probably should have had you practice your fellatio, but I was trying to concentrate." "Those black women were practicing THEIRS!" Evelyn chuckled. "The men are in our IT department," I related, "Research discussions tend to be less than interesting to them. They have their hands full trying to learn Confederacy IT technology and how to interface it with our antiques." When we got home, we discovered that young Adrian had given Britney a run for her money -- until Vera stepped in and pinned his ears back. Evelyn added her weight to his chastisement; I enjoyed watching it thoroughly. Adrian was a scamp... ------- Chapter 74 Gonzalo: Wednesday morning provided me with a situation unique to my function. Jasper Harmon taught sixth- and seventh-grade history and gym at the school. On Monday, he had taken on the Montoya family -- Hernando, his mate Consuela, and their thirteen-year-old concubine-tracked daughter Guadalupe -- but subsequent to that, there had been ... issues... "I know what I COULD do," Jasper told me, obviously frustrated, "but it's not something I WANT to." "What has happened, exactly?" I asked. "There have been two occasions since Monday when I approached Consuela -- and Hernando has interfered on both of them, denying me access. We've limited things to staring contests, but he refuses to allow me to become at all familiar with Consuela." "What about Guadalupe?" I asked. "She's very comely, but still only thirteen. I've managed thus far to avoid being a pedophile," Jasper replied, somewhat frostily. "I can wait a few months." "Nonetheless, it is your intention, eventually..." I pointed out. "Yes, it is," Jasper agreed. "Lupe seems to like me; to be fair, her mother is, ah, less enticing." "You could alter that," I pointed out. "I more or less plan to, in a limited manner," Jasper replied, "but the problem with Hernando needs fixing first." "I agree," I mused nodding. "It has already gone too far. Hernando doubtless lacks respect for you." "I didn't want to get into fisticuffs and get him killed in front of the women," Jasper frowned. "Can you take him?" I asked. "I think so." Jasper WAS an athletics coach, after all; he HAD the musculature... "We could arrange for you to prove it, but you should not have to," I mused. "Hernando needs to accept you as his patron -- something he understands culturally. He needs to understand that you have the power of life and death over him -- something he clearly does not at this juncture." We had a short discussion of ways and means and invited Hernando into my office. He came in and stood there, looking truculent. "Hernando, have you not been paying attention in your training classes?" I asked mildly. "Please assume the position of attention." "I bow to no man," Hernando declared belligerently. "But you accepted this man as your patron," I replied. "Patron?" Hernando eyed me oddly. "Exactly. That is what you and your mate did on Monday -- accept Jasper Harmon's protection. Patrons expect loyalty -- and they expect obedience -- and most of all, they expect you to bend to their will when it comes to paying for their protection," I stressed. "I see nothing to compel me..." Hernando blustered. "What would you want to see -- a gun?" I asked. "You do not understand the danger here, obviously. AI?" "Hernando Montoya has committed numerous offenses against Jasper Harmon, any one of which could result in his termination," the AI intoned. "Jasper Harmon has asked me to intercede -- not because he is a coward, but rather because he was loathe to have you executed in front of your mate and child," I told him harshly. "You mistake his reluctance to kill you for cowardice. At this point, he has few choices: You can declare your fealty to him here in this room, or you can be banished -- separated from your family for all time -- or he can just kill you." "He cannot kill me!" Hernando sneered. "You need to see a gun?" Jasper erupted. "Very well..." He pointed his finger at Hernando and mimed pulling the trigger on a gun. "Bang!" Stinger fire erupted, at a power level designed to stun and cause intense pain, but not a loss of consciousness. Hernando went to his knees, bellowing like a wounded bull, his eyes bulging. "This ... less than final solution was always available to Senor Harmon," I pointed out. "He need not be armed. Just like many powerful men, he has his ever-vigilant enforcers with him at all times -- they are merely invisible." Hernando blundered to his feet. Jasper rasped sharply, "Hernando! Assume the position of attention!" Hernando growled, glaring. "Very well..." Jasper communed with the AI yet again, and Hernando was again stung -- this time more harshly. "Do you really wish to die, then?" I asked Hernando. I turned to Jasper. "If you decide to use the collar, I would appreciate it if you did not do it in my office..." "Hrrrgh!" Hernando shook his head. He was on all fours from the second sting. "Collar?" "Assume attention, you fool!" I snapped. Hernando lurched to a vertical position, kneeling, but reeling a bit. "Do you not remember this demonstration?" Between us, the AI constructed a three-dimensional reproduction of a concubine threatening his master -- and POP! The explosive charge in his collar separated his head -- messily -- from his shoulders! Hernando reached for his collar, howling. "DON'T!" I barked. "An attempt to remove it at this point would result in the explosive being discharged, and I do NOT want blood all over my office!" Hernando released the collar, finger by finger. "Now, Hernando," Jasper admonished, "we are doing this in private -- not in front of the women -- so that you may retain their respect. But you have your duty to me and you owe me your loyalty and I intend to either receive it or dispense with you -- do you understand?" He came forward to stand over Hernando. "DO YOU UNDERSTAND?" "Yes." Hernando glared, but gave the proper response. I sighed and shook my head. "My patience is completely exhausted, Hernando -- so I am certain that Jasper Harmon has none. At this point, you can accept his patronage, you can be banished, or you can prepare yourself for death. Which is it going to be?" I shifted my attention to Jasper. "It is with some reluctance that I must advise you to kill him." There was a long silence while Jasper eyed Hernando, weighing his fate in the balance. Finally, Hernando hung his head. "I am sorry, Patron. I did not understand." "Understand now," Jasper grated. "The AIs watch over me day and night. In the unlikely event that you manage to kill or injure me, you won't survive the effort -- they will kill you before you can leave the room. This is my power over you; this is EVERY sponsor's power, but it is mine, in particular. You will return to our quarters and you will inform your mate that you have been foolish and you will remind her of her duties to me. You will do the same with your daughter. In return, I will not embarrass you before either of them by demanding your mate's attentions in your presence -- unless you anger me, in which case I will publicly cuckold you and kill you without warning if you interfere. Do you understand?" "And my daughter?" "She is not yet a concubine," Jasper replied, "and I am not a pedophile. Still, she has reached the age where she may consent to limited sexual contact with an adult. If she presents herself to me -- in or out of your presence -- I will accept her attentions. You would have to give her up to some male soon in any case, right?" Hernando nodded. "Right." "And you wouldn't be sleeping with her, so I wouldn't be cutting you out, right?" Jasper pressed. "Right." "Then she can do as she likes. I don't expect you to interfere. Likewise, until she reaches the age when she becomes a concubine, I will make no demands of her. When that time comes, if she offers herself to me, I plan to accept her -- at which point I WILL bed her, when and where I please. Are we clear?" Jasper rasped "Clear, Patron." "You should be dead. You have undermined my position and disrespected me. I've tried to be lenient, but it hasn't helped. From now on, expect to get stung if you screw up -- I'm not taking any more crap!" Jasper hollered. "Yes, Patron." "Get out! Go do as I told you! I want to find Consuela in my bed when I get there!" Jasper pointed at the door. "Yes, Patron!" Hernando hove himself up and staggered out, his nervous system still fried from stinger fire. Jasper tuned to me. "I may have gotten carried away, there..." I steepled my fingers. "Perhaps not. Hernando needs a strong leader -- and he does not understand the strong silent type. I believe that this is a 'tough love' situation -- Hernando is a child in his way." I pursed my lips. "No, I believe that you need to be firm with him; he should always know that you are in charge. Do not merely threaten him, either -- offer him some physical abuse if necessary. He must know that you can follow through. Coordinate with the AI so that he isn't unnecessarily terminated by mistake." I paused for a moment, then added, "But if necessary, kill him. I don't think it will be, now, but he tends to act like a bull. Do not hesitate to punish him because of the women, either -- no doubt they will understand." I paused again before adding, "I noticed that you are careful about his manhood -- but it might not hurt to press that a bit -- even in the presence of Consuela and Guadalupe." "Thank you, Gonzalo," Jasper said, turning to leave. "I appreciate your help and advice. I REALLY didn't want to kill him." "There are other tools at your disposal," I replied, smiling. "I have a few minutes, and then I have a class to teach, so I'll be on my way." He extended his hand and I shook it and we parted company. Jasper: I hurried up the hallway toward my quarters; my schedule didn't support sex with Consuela at this point, despite the instructions I gave Hernando. I hadn't given him a whole lot of time to talk to Consuela, either; when I burst into my quarters, they were talking in the main room. "Go!" Hernando yipped, pointing, and went to his knees. "Patron..." Consuela took off at a dead run. "Never mind -- change of plan," I told him. "Consuela! Come back here!" She stuck her head around the corner, "Patron?" "Come here. Things have changed. I need to be elsewhere." I beckoned her and she came cautiously forward. "Stand there," I directed, then circled her. I'd had nothing done to them since their selection; Hernando's belligerence made me think that I might have to send them all away. I went to stand beside Hernando. "I think we'll back you both off ten years to start. AI, project this." Life-size representations of Hernando and Consuela appeared in the air before us, with Consuela on the other side. "Let's keep the breasts -- properly supported, but not sticking straight out. Let's keep them real -- bring them up a bit, but not anything stupid." Apparently, Consuela's bust had increased markedly when she breast-fed Guadalupe. The AI slid them slowly up the projection until I said, "There!" and added, "Remove the scars." She had a Caesarian section scar and an appendectomy or something, apparently. I turned to Hernando, "Why were there no more children after Guadalupe?" "I'm not sure, Patron." The AI announced, "Endometriosis has been diagnosed and will be corrected as a matter of course." "Fine. Do either of you have any invisible issues?" I asked. Consuela shook her head. Hernando said, "No, Patron." "All right," I nodded. "You can finish your talk with Consuela on the way to Medical. I have classes to teach. And Hernando -- you can be a bull, or you can be a steer, understand? Right now, you're still a bull..." "Yes, Patron." One look at the expression on his face said he got it. Consuela did, too. It was a good jab and it hit the mark. "Go," I told them. "Spend the time to get a good start on things. I'll contact Medical and make sure they understand. I'll see you all after lunch. Do you think Lupe requires anything?" "Minor things, Patron, maybe. Scars or whatever," Consuela replied, getting into the swing of things. Guadalupe had a few acne scars -- and might have other things. "Okay," I replied. "I'll give them general guidance for her. Take her down there when she comes in, Hernando." If I was planning this correctly, Hernando and Guadalupe would be in Medical when I got back from classes -- but Consuela would be available ... I waved them out ahead of me and all but ran to class. No doubt the kids would have preferred to have gotten a vacation -- but it was more convenient for all concerned (except maybe for us teachers) that they spend some structured time every day out from under their parents' feet. Pursuant to that, I was teaching two periods of history -- American History to sixth graders and World History to seventh graders -- and a gym class for male students. American History almost started late due to the Hernando issue. Still, I had thirty young faces in front of me -- none nude. American History was probably less than required at this point, since we were in the process of resettling elsewhere -- but it was in the curriculum that we had built to meet local standards. I suspected that by the next term, it would have been deleted and a more in-depth World History curriculum proposed as a replacement. There were still lessons to be learned from the home world's past, after all ... I was working on computer animations and models with the AI designed to make things more interactive and less dry and hoped to have something that Ms. Epperson, the curriculum coordinator, would pass on for next term... I had Lupe in World History -- that's how her family came to my attention. After class, I called her up. "I had to be somewhat forceful this morning, but I think your father and I are now on the same sheet of music," I told her. "After class, your father will take you to Medical for a checkup. Make sure they fix anything they need to -- old broken bones and such." Tactfully, I didn't mention her acne scars. "I like this..." I waved at her generally, "the way it is, so don't go thinking I want you to move up a cup size or anything. For now, we'll let nature take its course, understand?" Lupe nodded. "Yes, Sir." I held up a finger. "Your mother is to stay in quarters. Speak to her, if you need to, about your needs -- but she stays home. If your father doesn't understand, have him call me." Guadalupe understood -- I could see it in her eyes. "Yes, Sir." She hesitated. "Sir..." "Speak to your father," I told her. "Later, when we both have the time, I'll ask you what he told you and we will see if his instructions mirror mine -- okay, Honey?" "Yes, Sir." She nodded tightly and ventured a smile. "Run along, then." Gym gave me a chance to settle down, somewhat. There were a couple of fourteen year old students in World History -- female, concubine-tracked ones who were necessarily nude. I would be a liar if I didn't admit that I found them attractive, but they were also taken, as I understood it. Boys seventh-grade gym gave me an opportunity to cool off -- even if there were a few male concubines present ... Frankly, I needed relief, but the Donovan kid freaked me out a bit... "Mr. H?" he addressed me, wandering up. I had two basketball courts running. "Yes, Pete?" "Can we talk?" "What about?" "Well, Mom and I haven't been picked up yet," Pete said diffidently. "I'm sure someone will..." I began. "Maybe not -- it's Wednesday, you know," Pete replied, "And we get in on Friday." "There will be opportunities at the colony," I assured him. He shrugged. "For Mom, maybe." He looked up. "Hey, you know, I know what guys have to do..." I assumed a guarded expression. "Like what?" "You know -- suck and fuck ... I can do that, you know..." He looked uncomfortable -- but he wasn't a patch on me! "I, uh, I'm sure that's not required, Pete," I stammered. "Well, it's a little embarrassing, but if you want..." "Let's not -- this is a class, you know?" I said hurriedly. "Perhaps we can talk about it another time..." "Um, sure..." Pete hung his head and hurried off, leaving me wondering what had caused him to think I might be sexually interested in him. Frankly, I wasn't surprised -- the poor boy had 'twink' practically tattooed on his forehead -- but that didn't explain his approaching ME... 'How did THAT happen?' I mumbled to myself. Well, I THOUGHT it was private... the AI let me know on our private channel. it added. 'Uh, yeah, that's enough, I think... ' I replied. 'If I start poking the students, my credentials as a teacher will suffer.' the AI replied. 'Rumors would persist, ' I noted, 'Especially in the second case.' Was I entertaining this crazy idea? the AI objected. 'I am a teacher and in a position of trust where sex is concerned, ' I replied. 'But the wrong sex, ' I replied. 'I can't procreate with him.' the AI argued, 'Yeah, right. Show me his mother.' The AI did so. Cora Donovan was a dime-a-dozen overweight matron with thin brown hair and washed out blue eyes. She had the pink cheeks I tend to associate with Irish drunks. The face wasn't awful, and the hands and feet were okay. She looked doughy and had big hooters. the AI offered. 'She smothered Pete to death, ' I snorted. 'Does she drink?' 'What's with the flush?' There was some kind of scrabble on Court Two and I blew my whistle and waved to stop it, "Boys!" During the period it took to get them moving again, Cora Donovan's projection hung in the air, forgotten, until I started back to my station. "Damn! No wonder they were giggling!" I erupted. 'Shut that off!' I subvocalized. The apparition winked out. I looked around -- and found Pete looking back, naturally ... To say that I was bothered was to understate the case. I had a concubine slot left -- two, actually, since taking in a family with a male was considered a wash -- and I should be looking to take on some woman -- but Pete's offer simultaneously attracted and repelled me. Could I do ... that? What if I just took them on and attempted to point Pete in another direction? Did I dare do this in the first place? How much like a predator would it make me look? And then there were the Montoyas, with whom I really hadn't gotten out of the woods yet... The boy was right about one thing, though; It was Wednesday, and in two days he and his mother would be separated. I needed answers. 'See what the Dean's availability for, say, mid-afternoon is, ' I instructed the AI. Thirty seconds later, I got back, 'Acknowledged.' The AIs didn't seem to be into 'thanks.' ------- Pete came to me straight from the showers, of course. "I saw you looking at Mom, Mr. H." "Yeah, well ... Tell me -- this other thing -- is it a lifestyle choice or are you just trying to get Mom taken care of?" I asked. Pete cocked his head. "What does that mean?" "Well ... What's the word on girls?" "They're okay, I guess." "For sleeping with?" I pressed. "Like, sex?" Pete asked. "Yeah." "Well, I haven't..." he admitted. "Okay..." I drew a breath. "What about the other thing?" "What other thing?" Clearly, I wasn't handling this well... "Guys. Sex." "Oh. Yeah. I've done it." "Giving? Or receiving?" Pete looked around and said quietly, "Both, I guess. I suck. I fuck. I told you that, didn't I?" "Actually, you said you were willing to -- there's a difference," I pointed out. "Oh. Yeah, I guess." He looked bothered. "I, uh, like it on the bottom." Yeah, okay. Too much information ... No, I really needed to know, come to think of it... "I really don't do that," I told him. "If I were to take you on, you would have to try out girls. I might need for you to make one or two of them pregnant occasionally." Pete thought about it. "Um, yeah, well, I could try..." I puffed out a breath. "I have a reputation as a teacher to uphold. How many guys know for sure?" "Nobody at school," Pete replied, and blushed a bit. "I like older guys." I rubbed my face. "Look, this is complicated for me. I'm a teacher -- the whole thing could crash just because of that. I'd be looking to help you and your mother -- I don't know about the other thing. You know I have Lupe Montoya's folks, right?" "No kidding? He's a big guy, right?" "And very macho," I replied. "He might take it into his head to stomp you if you offered..." This was NOT going to plan... "What about Lupe?" "I like Lupe..." Not, 'she's hot... ' or anything like that; the vibe said they might discuss a guy's ass... "Look, Pete -- I'll think about this, but no promises. What you're asking is outside my comfort zone." "Please, Mr. H! You're my only hope!" Pete pled. "The Dean could say no right off the bat," I told him. "I'm a teacher in a position of trust -- I might have to stop teaching gym, for instance, if someone decided I was interested in boys..." Pete hung his head. "Yeah, well -- it's worth a try, right?" "I'll see what I can do -- but like I said, no promises!" I waved him off. Shaking my head, I got ready to leave the gym. If Pete wasn't gay, he thought he was -- and depending on who else knew that, things could get dicey ... I cleared my mind and refocused on Consuela Montoya. ------- Consuela was where she was supposed to be; she got out of a chair and went to her knees when I arrived. Medical had carved off the excess above her hipbones -- something I've heard referred to as 'saddlebags' -- and trimmed her down some. She was still good-sized, but she was curvy rather than dumpy. They'd taken some of the flour sack shapelessness out of the breasts, too, making them resemble fat cones more. Her features had been thicker, too; they were still wide, but not as fleshy. She hadn't been that bad to start -- she had Cora Donovan beat all to Hell -- but she was looking good now, if you like curvy gals -- and I do ... I approached her and got up close and personal, collecting one of her hooters. (Don't ask me why I call them that -- too much time in the restaurant, I guess.) "Patron," she said carefully, "Hernando and I have spoken and I know that things have changed and he more clearly knows his place, but..." I pursed my lips. Consuela wanted to know if I was taking the coward's way out. "AI, get me Hernando." "Patron?" Hernando's voice came over the air. "I am with Consuela," I related. "Is this a surprise to you?" Hernando sounded martyred. "No Patron." "I know that I indicated that I would not burden you with this any more than I must, but Consuela was concerned that I was here..." I thought about it, working on the phrasing, " ... like a thief in the night." "Consuela," Hernando barked. "I pay a price for our patronage and you pay a different price. Do not make mine heavier. I know he is there and I know what for. Would you shame me by making me watch?" "Dios! No!" "Then do not ask this question again. The subject is closed. When our patron comes for you, you give him what he wants -- and our discussion is limited to you telling me that he has called for you. He has said he will not shame me with these things unnecessarily unless I am unworthy -- do not force his hand." 'AI, there is no visual feed in that direction, is there?' I asked. 'Don't provide one.' If Hernando was going to behave, he needn't watch me play with Consuela's hooters. "I understand, mi amor. I am sorry. I didn't know..." Consuela babbled. "It is clear to me who is boss and who takes what is his," Hernando told her. "This has been presented to me in such a way that even one as hard-headed as I can understand it. Again, our Patron did this in private, mano a mano, to prevent me from being shamed before you and Guadalupe. I did not understand him before -- and I made terrible mistakes -- but I do now, and I will not repeat them. Do not shame me before him by not doing YOUR job..." "I understand." Consuela hung her head. "I am sorry." "Let's close the book on this," I said. "Hernando, I need an hour or so; please take Lupe to lunch if you need to." "Yes, Patron." I cut the connection. "What do you want of me?" Consuela asked. I settled into a chair and waved her over close to me. "I have to deal with Hernando in a particular way," I told her. "I really do not want to deal with you in the same manner. I don't know how clear this is..." She cocked her head. "Not very, Patron." "Okay. What I want." I ticked things off on my fingers. "Your body. Children. Your loyalty. And a piece of your heart. The first three, you owe me -- they are in our basic contract. The fourth, I can't demand from you, but I hope you will give me." She pursed her lips. "What about Hernando?" "He understands. Do you? I know that you went to training, right? Who is first? Not in your heart -- who is first according to our agreement?" Her face cleared. "You are." "Right. The ugly truth is that I allow you and Hernando to remain together -- and I don't have to. But I have committed to making it work. Hernando has, too. I hope you see the benefit in that." "I do," she nodded, and she slid her hands along my trouser legs. "What do you want, now?" "Oral sex? I really didn't get deep into your skills ... Do you do that? If we have the regular kind, I won't last very long because I have done without for some time..." I muttered, embarrassed. "I do that." She went after my fly, suddenly very practical. "Since you didn't really think before you accepted Hernando and me, what motivated you?" She looked up, her eyes twinkling, "Lupe?" I grimaced in embarrassment. "It isn't like it sounds, but yes." "She will be flattered -- you are her favorite teacher." Consuela figured out the drop-flap on my pants; Confed uniforms use this thing like old navy uniforms where there a whole front panel replaces the zipper -- but instead of buttons, they have a seal. "Oh, my! Do not show this to Hernando..." she said, grasping my erection. I blinked. "Why?" "He is not ... gifted..." Well, I'd had a little added, actually -- about an inch or so. "Is it a problem?" the AI supplied helpfully. "No." She took it in both hands and did this twisting stroke thing and I got to be like steel. 'We do not speak of it, but I did not come to my marriage bed totally ignorant." I couldn't believe how calmly she was treating things... Subvocally, I told the AI, 'Have Medical tube him and bring him up to six inches.' Aloud, I said, "You should speak of it to me, sometime -- I want to know." "Yes, Patron." She rolled her lips over my knob and I bit mine -- and it didn't help. I searched frantically for a tactic that would allow me control for about six seconds, then let off in her mouth like a teenager getting his first suck! While I groaned and shuddered, Consuela milked me dry and sat back, unperturbed. "How long has it been, Patron?" "Months." "We will fix THAT!" "God, I hope so!" "About Lupe," Consuela asked, slowly jacking me back to full hardness. "What do you plan to do with her?" "There are rules, and I plan to live by them," I replied. "Nothing, if she wants nothing from me -- but if she asks, I won't deny her." "And in a very few months, when she reaches her fourteenth year?" Consuela pressed. "At this point, if she asks, I plan to accept her," I replied. "I said as much to Hernando. I also told him that I would not be circumspect with her as I plan to be with you, since he would have to give her up to another man soon, anyway." "How long do you plan to hide what we do?" Consuela asked. "Until he stops having heartburn over it. Do you think bringing in another woman would help?" I asked. She eyed me sidelong. "Would he be rooster to this hen?" "For the sake of argument, yes. What do you think?" "I think his heads -- both of them -- would swell very large, and he would not concern himself so much over my activities." She smiled, slyly. "I'm surprised at how you are handling this," I murmured. She shrugged philosophically. "I am not a man. Machismo is not my concern. There is much to be grateful for." She licked my knob like an ice cream cone and added, musing, "More all the time, I think. Can we fuck now?" ------- Chapter 75 Jasper: Undoubtedly, Consuela could have been a terrible fuck and I'd have never known the difference -- but she wasn't, in my humble opinion. I lasted long enough for her to give a pretty convincing portrayal of a woman having an orgasm, twice -- maybe five minutes -- before I unloaded in her pussy. Afterward, she cuddled up and smiled a little self-satisfied smile and said, "Don't you worry, my Patron -- you won't have to do without for that long ever again!" THAT was a load off my mind... When Hernando came home, he practically fawned over me; clearly the nature of his little adjustment had been revealed to him. Well, if it kept peace in the family ... We were out in the main room, pretending nothing much had happened, upon his return, of course. Clearing up her acne was enough to endear me to Lupe, although I'd allowed her the 'standard concubine package' of minor modifications designed to fit me and increase her pleasure. She wasn't a concubine yet, but she was headed there and everyone knew it. ------- Three o'clock found me in the Dean's office. "So, Jasper, what's the problem?" "Well, Doctor, I've been approached by a concubine aged boy about collecting him and his mother," I related diffidently. "And the problem?" the Dean asked. "I'm worried that there will be an appearance of impropriety." The Dean nodded. "With the boy, not his mother," he hazarded. "Exactly." "Is there some particular reason?" "Well, let's just say the assumption wouldn't be any giant leap," I replied. "In fact..." "Yes?" The Dean arched an eyebrow. "The boy's initial offer was for gay sex, actually," I related. "He's gay -- or he thinks he is, anyway." "Hmmm," the Dean mused. "We've run into a situation here where the social standards of where we came from and where we're going differ. Technically, if you take the boy on as a concubine, you are free to use him as you wish." "True, but I hold a position of trust. I don't want my career ruined because I'm perceived to be a predator. I teach gym..." I pointed out. Dean Atkinson frowned, thinking. "The definition of predation has changed. Where we come from, there were laws on the books that pretended that young people didn't have sex until some arbitrary age, well beyond puberty. We have similar rules at our destination, but the age has been changed to one that assumes that the vast majority of those affected have gone through puberty and are physically and sexually functional -- and exceptions are put in place for early and late bloomers. Taking a concubine -- male or female -- and using that concubine for sex is not just tolerated, it's expected. Worst case, we could move you out of sixth grade gym and into eighth -- but it is really no one's business." I decided that it was time for a little clarity, so I advised the Dean, "I've never had gay sex and I'm not sure I want to start -- this is more about keeping him with his mother." The Dean nodded noncommittally. "I understand that you've taken on Lupe Montoya's family. Do you have concerns about perception regarding her?" "Well, no, not really," I admitted. "As you said, it's more or less expected. But she's female, too, and that makes a difference in a lot of minds." "Small ones, generally," the Dean said dryly. "I'm just bringing a possible problem to your attention," I replied. "I can certainly pass this up -- it's more of an errand of mercy than anything else -- and as you've noted, I've already collected a full family. For the record, things were a little rough at first, too." "Oh?" The Dean arched an eyebrow. "Hernando Montoya was very protective of his women," I related, "to the point that it almost got him killed, despite my best efforts. I had to go to the Civil Service gentleman in charge of male concubines for advice." "Gonzalo?" The Dean asked. I nodded. "Nice fellow. Effective, too. So, do you want to do this thing, or not?" "I'm ... conflicted." "Let's ask him what would happen..." I nodded assent and the Dean set up communications with Mr. Cuatrecasas. "Mr. Harmon!" Gonzalo greeted me. "More trouble with Hernando already?" "No, I think I have a lock on that," I replied. "Jasper has another rescue in mind, but there are complications," the Dean said smoothly. "I'm here to ask you to make a prediction or two about the fate of a fourteen year old male concubine..." "That is all?" Gonzalo asked, raising an eloquent eyebrow. "Let's assume that he has homosexual leanings," the Dean replied. Gonzalo went poker-faced. "Let us assume that adequate controls are in place. At first, your young man might feel that he has arrived in a very pleasant place -- but I fear that his dance card might fill rapidly and that he might find himself unable to say no when he is overbooked..." My eyebrows went up. "Rape?" "Assuming that surveillance is adequate, I would expect nothing so blatant," Gonzalo replied. "This would be more on the order of the guilt trip -- mild coercion. He might be led to feel an obligation to service more and more of the suffering ... Things could also get out of hand, particularly if he appears to be submissive." "So..." I mused. "We could make an effort to ensure his protection -- indeed, your concerns have brought this to my attention and I will take steps to limit interaction between the very young and more adult males somewhat, where possible, I think -- but we have no right to stop relationships from developing, for instance -- and this boy might discover such a problem even within his own age group, which would be more difficult to detect and counter," Gonzalo replied, frowning. "So, worst case? He's a mama's boy and a bottom and he likes older men?" I asked. "He might prove to be ... very busy..." Gonzalo said carefully. "As long as everything seems to be consensual, it would be difficult to prohibit contact, especially if he were to initiate it. Then it would be difficult to determine exactly when enough becomes too much..." I blinked away this picture of men taking numbers and standing in line to plunder poor Pete at both ends. "What do you think of an attempt to lead him in the other direction?" Gonzalo looked dubious. "You may discover that it is a waste of time." "This is tough..." I muttered. "You can attempt to limit and control things," Gonzalo offered. "You will not stop him, but you may keep things from becoming too much for him by acting as his gatekeeper. I gather that you do not participate in homosexual acts?" "I haven't to date," I replied, with some asperity. "Yet you are not ... judgmental..." "Correct." "Hernado is a complication. If the boy offers him sex, his reaction might be unpredictable," Gonzalo noted. "It could range from violence through contempt -- with or without use -- to bland acceptance, or possibly denial and the pretense that the approach never occurred. At a minimum, you should prepare Hernando for the eventuality." "Thanks." I hadn't thought of that. "Good luck. If you decide to undertake it, this is a true errand of mercy," Gonzalo noted. "I doubt that there are very many we will have to deal with in this situation -- but one is one too many." He signed off. The Dean turned to me. "Have we helped you, Jasper?" I shook my head. "I'm not sure -- not sure at all." "I see no conflict of interest implications," the Dean said. "I see no predation. We may have to reeducate a few people, but your job is secure. Is the boy, um, out of the closet?" "Only with a couple of older men, he tells me -- not with his age group." "So immediate questions may be staved off..." the Dean mused. "Well, if I was looking for a gay, he would be stereotypical," I replied. "Making the leap wouldn't be difficult." "Is the woman worth it?" the Dean asked. "You know, I don't know. I just don't know..." ------- Back in my quarters, I approached Lupe first, "Lupe, do you know Pete Donovan?" "Yes, he's nice..." I noticed a certain reserve in her manner. "But?" "He's a friend -- and a boy. But he wouldn't be a boyfriend," Lupe said guardedly. Two could play that game... "No sexual chemistry?" I asked. "Not with girls..." "So you know." "Yes. He hasn't come out and said anything, but it is there. Girls are friends and companions, but he looks at boys packages, you know?" I nodded. "Do boys know?" She pursed her lips. "Not so much, I think. He's careful. You would have to be watching for it -- or looking at the same things." "He outed himself to me," I related. "He's looking for a sponsor for himself and his mama." Lupe eyed me. "And you do that?" "No..." She turned that sly look I'd seen on her mother's face on me, "But you think about it..." I frowned. "Not much and not often -- not enough, in fact. This is more about keeping him with his mama." "So you want to know -- what?" "How bad is this?" "For me?" She gave a liquid shrug. "I would have a brother -- or a sister, maybe..." Again the grin... "What about your Mama -- or, maybe more important, your Papa..." "For Mama? Probably nothing..." Lupe turned her head and yelled, "MAMA!" Things got rapidly out of hand; Consuela came into the room and Lupe briefed her in rapid-fire Spanish. I got the same look from Consuela, "You do this?" "No, I don't. I don't even THINK about it, except during periods of desperation -- which I don't expect to have anymore," I growled. "Again, this is about keeping him and his mother together." "It won't be," Consuela declared. "Excuse me?" I blinked. "The boy is -- what is it? Gay? He will approach men. He will approach YOU!" Consuela insisted. "I'm hoping to expose him to women..." I murmured. "Meaning me," Consuela eyed me. "Yes." "This may not work," Consuela pointed out. "It is a -- how do you say -- crap shoot? He may just be gay..." "I'm going to want him to produce children -- period," I replied. "Gay or not." "He's a nice boy," Lupe defended Pete. "You may have to ... you know..." Consuela pointed out. "And then there is Hernando..." "Yeah." I rubbed my face. "What about Hernando?" Consuela thought about it. "I do not know. He could become very angry, or he could be cruel or..." Lupe cocked her head. "Boys in the concubine track do not do ... sexual things ... but they should -- shouldn't they?" I scratched my head. "I would have to speak to the curriculum coordinator, but in Pete's case, for instance, I would say yes." "So if it is homework ... Mama?" Lupe queried her mother. "Perhaps..." Consuela murmured. She turned to me and said, "You should present this." "This is a mess..." I rubbed my face. "You can get sucked by a boy," Consuela said, shrugging. "You wouldn't have a problem having me suck a girl, right?" "Well, I agree, empirically," I said, nodding. "There are perception issues, but supposedly they only exist where we came from, not where we're going. I still don't know if I WANT to have the boy's mother; I wanted to run this by my family first..." THAT got smiles... "There is still Hernando..." Consuela pointed out. "Fine. But you two... ?" "It's okay." Consuela spoke for the pair, but they nodded at one another. "Hernando, then. Send him to me. You two need to have my back on this..." I noted. Consuela nodded and toddled off; in the distance I heard, "Hernando!" Hernando came in and knelt up, "Patron?" "I need to talk to you about something -- a situation I really didn't expect to happen, but which has presented itself," I began. "I am looking at bringing in another woman." Hernando's eyebrow went up. "Yes?" "The woman has a young son -- just a bit older than Lupe, but old enough, if you understand my meaning." "He is no longer a child, then?" Hernando worked his way through it. "Precisely." "So..." He eyed Consuela. You could almost see his thought process... 'So the boy will be fucking my Consuela. Eh, but there will be another woman -- and he is just a boy... ' "There is a complication," I noted. "Patron?" "The boy is still in the process of creating his sexual identity," I explained. "He has been under his mama's wing for too long, you know? Basically, he's headed the other way..." Hernando worked his way through this. "He likes boys?" "It seems that way," I agreed. "Being a concubine, this is acceptable -- no doubt you noticed this in training classes. I wouldn't attempt to change you, but in his case, we may have to put up with it." "Huh!" Hernando REALLY didn't want to be reminded of some of the more unpleasant aspects of his orientations. "Lupe has made the point that there is a same-sex curriculum for female concubines, but not one for males..." I noted. "If he DOES turn out to be homosexually oriented, he might as well participate in one..." "Patron?" Hernando eyed me sidelong. "We may have to help him with his homework," I dropped the bomb. Hernando recoiled. "Men do not do this!" "I understand what you are saying, Hernando, but the reality is that some do. Now, the boy is a bottom -- he would not be expecting -- or expected -- to get oral or anal sex. He would be giving it only. If he wishes that kind of relief, well, there are others and there are women -- and he will have to learn to tolerate the latter. I would not ask you to subordinate yourself to the boy," I placated. "So, he would suck, or take it up the culo..." Hernando frowned, absorbing this, and moving his head back and forth, examining the issue from all angles. "Much like a woman..." "Pretty much," I agreed. There were some quiet feminine snorts, but they let it ride. "That's IF we cannot turn him around." "Then there is the woman..." Hernando eyed Consuela sidelong. Consuela looked back, poker-faced, and said, "Our patron wishes this..." and shrugged that liquid shrug of hers. I left it alone; she knew what she was doing. Something about her attitude earlier in the day had me thinking that she was intent upon removing Hernando as an obstacle to sleeping in my bed VERY regularly. "The boy SHOULD be trained," Hernando offered diffidently. "I didn't want to surprise you with such a thing," I informed him. "Thank you, Patron. It will be as you ask. If the boy needs it, I will provide..." "We'll see how far it goes, first," I said, dismissing him with a wave. Consuela waited until he was out of the room to chuckle. "He won't WANT him to like girls," she theorized. "If the boy likes girls, he's competition -- but if he doesn't, it's more holes for Hernando to sink his pito into!" I laughed. ------- I placed a call to Nadine Epperson next. "It has been pointed out to me that we don't have a same-sex experimentation curriculum for males," I announced after the opening pleasantries. "There is such a stigma involved that we never developed one," she agreed. "Does this prepare a male concubine properly?" I wondered aloud. "No one would go..." "What if the male is already a professed homosexual?" I pressed. "A bottom?" "I don't know of any," she replied, "Not in the open, anyway. Once again, the stigma..." "Oh, I agree," I told her. "But what if you offered this curriculum in private? Then the stigma would not be an issue..." "One on one? Who would teach it?" Nadine wondered aloud. "Besides..." "I believe I have at least one student," I declared. "Oh?" "He ... offered himself ... in order to get his mother selected. When I questioned him regarding the matter, he admitted to having participated in such things -- and he assumes at this point at least that he is gay," I explained. "Given what you're telling me, he certainly should be enrolled," Nadine mused. "The privacy angle is a good one -- but there would still be an issue of collecting instructors and such..." She gave me the eye, but I didn't say anything. "Modifying the female on male oral and anal sex curriculum isn't anything difficult..." "Who do we use for testing in those areas?" I asked. "Nadine grinned. "Somehow, there is no dearth of volunteers." "What if, say, the volunteer was blindfolded? How much of the performance test is about how the test subject looks?" I threw out. "I'll have to look at the criteria," Nadine mused. "Looking up at the tester with big, puppy dog eyes might be in there somewhere..." She assumed a feral expression and I laughed. "Seriously, what's this all about?" "If I took on this student as a concubine, I really don't know if he can be turned in a heterosexual direction," I told her. "That being the case, he's a full concubine who is still in school. Sex Ed is important to him -- and it should be properly done to support his orientation. Plus, there may be others out there who would -- or should -- take the course, but fear the stigma. If an anonymous curriculum were to be set up and pursued, we might avoid some trauma while properly preparing some male concubines for something they may just have to put up with, occasionally. We TELL them it could happen, but we don't DO anything about it like we do with girls, despite the fact that it can be actually worse for the males." Nadine nodded. "Classroom training could be via video, which would be anonymous. Practical exercises and testing might be doable blind..." She nodded. "I'll give it some thought." ------- Having done literally EVERYTHING else, I contacted Cora Donovan. "Your son approached me about taking you on as a concubine," I related, after the initial pleasantries. "I wasn't aware..." she said softly while pushing a strand of her thin brown hair back over an ear. "Should he have? I could talk to Petey about it if he upset you or anything..." "Frankly, I found it admirable that he should look out for your welfare," I told her. "Have you had any offers?" "What? No..." she looked down at the floor, her face pinking up all over instead of just her cheeks. "I'm just another hippo ... Who would want me?" I found myself embarrassed at my initial assessment of the woman being more or less echoed by her. 'CAP scores?' I prodded the AI. I'd expected a shrew who held poor Pete under her thumb, but unless she turned a totally different face on strangers, she was a real church mouse ... She was, too -- her scores proved it. "You husband didn't come to Family Day, I take it?" "He ... left. Some time back." The woman couldn't seem to raise her eyes to mine. "May I inquire as to why?" I asked. "I ... don't know." The downcast eyes got visibly wet. "We never discussed it." I found myself totally unarmed. I needed to discuss her son's sexual orientation with her -- but doing it on video didn't seem right... "I think we should meet. When are you available?" She looked flustered. "Well, now, I guess..." "In a suite?" "You could come here..." "I think a suite is better," I began. the AI supplied. "Suite thirty-six seventy?" I continued. "Please bring Pete, if he's available..." "I ... Okay..." She was still blinking when I closed the call. Consuela entered the room. "That one is the boy's mother?" "Yes." "She is a small, frightened bird, that one. No wonder the boy is concerned." "Visuals don't do her justice," I muttered. "No." Consuela pursed her lips, then ventured carefully, "Perhaps you should take this one on..." "You were going to advise me not to." "Yes." "Get Hernando. Hell, get Lupe. We're going for a walk." "Yes, Patron." Consuela bustled out. ------- Fifteen minutes later, the four of us entered the suite. Cora and Pete were already there. "Mr. H!" Pete burst out. I pointed at the floor, and Pete settled there. Consuela settled to her knees on my left and Hernando on my right; Lupe dimpled and waved at Pete, then went to her knees, too, despite the fact that she was dressed. Cora had been at attention since our arrival; I took a chair. Without preamble, I said, "Pete's approach surprised me -- the nature of it, in particular." Cora flicked a nervous glance at her son. "How so?" "He offered me sex." "I would have thought..." "Not from you," I corrected her, "From himself." She blinked, flicked a quick glance at her son, and said quietly. "I think that is why his father left." "Because he detected it?" I asked. "Because he started it." the AI supplied. "I started it," Pete muttered. "Pete?" I invited him to clarify. "I was eleven, and itchy. Dad caught me masturbating. He ... left it alone, but went into another room and started doing it himself. I followed him. I was ... fascinated. He was big, you know? Huge ... I was quiet, and he had his eyes closed -- just his hand moving, up and down the shaft ... I had my hand on it before he knew I was there ... He shot off, then, big gouts; I licked it off my hand..." Pete's eyes glazed as he relived the scene. I waited; after a moment, he covered his face. "After that, it was a thing between us; Mom would go off somewhere and he would play with me and I would play with him -- or suck him ... But it bothered him; he was always guilty, afterward. One day ... One day, we just missed fucking. Dad really freaked after that. Then Mom came home and they had this argument or something ... The next day, he went to work -- and didn't come back..." Cora looked dazed. "I thought I..." "What was the argument over?" "It wasn't one, really. He was suddenly angry that I never initiated sex. I mean, any time he wanted it ... I didn't understand..." Cora replied, still dazed. "Had you been doing anything?" "No. I didn't worry about it -- he could have it any time -- he just didn't seem to be interested..." 'So the new thing replaced the old thing... ' I mused to myself. the AI rejoined. "Eh, that one," Hernando grunted, pointing at Pete, "There is no fixing him." "That assumes that he is broken, Hernando," I reproved. "Quiet, now." Cora and her son were eyeing one another, sidelong. "Why don't you..." I suggested movement, waving the pair together. Considerable hugging and crying ensued. After a bit, Cora looked up, still cuddling her son. "Now that you've done this for us, what can we do for you?" "We still haven't resolved whether I should accept the pair of you into my family," I replied. "We're a mess," Cora pointed out. "That isn't news, actually," I retorted. "I guess Petey is gay..." "Or bisexual," I argued. "Straight heterosexuality is probably out, but if he likes sex with women at all he can fulfill a function in my household." "And me?" "We should probably determine your skill set," I replied, "Do you do oral? Anal?" "I ... Well, yes. Both, actually. I don't know how good I am..." Cora mused. "Your husband left -- but that STILL may have had nothing to do with you. Don't worry about it." I waved Consuela forward, "See what Pete brings to the table; be gentle with him. I want to see..." I stopped myself and frowned. "Hernando, take Cora into the next room and see what her blowjob is like." "Patron." Hernando got up and took Cora's hand and led her off; she went meekly. When the door closed behind them, I turned to Consuela, "I want to see a creampie dripping out of you. If he impregnates you, so much the better." Consuela smiled. "Patron." She got up and swayed toward Pete, then looked back. "Next time, he will have sexed another woman. Do not baby him." "I don't intend to. Lupe, you can hang out on the fringes, I guess." "Patron, she needs to practice her Sex Ed homework," Consuela declared, grinning. I turned to Lupe. "Do I dare ask?" Lupe turned pink. "Blowjobs." "Come here, then," I laughed, settling back in the chair. "When you're done, I'll go see how Cora's pussy feels." ------- Lupe started out a 'C', but with some tutoring moved up to a 'B'; I promised to help her practice so she could get an 'A.' Cora had things to learn about fucking, but she enjoyed it and Consuela was available to teach her. Pete, it turned out, had no problem fucking Consuela and unloading in her twice. When everyone was again gathered in the main room of the suite, I said, "So, Pete..." "I liked it. There was something missing, maybe, but I liked it. A lot." "Cora?" I asked. "Two men," Cora muttered, dazed. "I've never done that. I feel positively slutty!" She looked at Hernando and me, "Was I any good?" "Acceptable," I allowed, glancing at Hernando, who nodded. "Consuela may be able to offer a few pointers, but you were entirely acceptable." Cora nodded; that seemed to be good enough. "So," I continued, "I'm extending an offer -- to both of you. Do you accept?" Cora looked at Pete, who nodded. "Yes." "Yes," Pete answered for himself. "Duly recorded." The AI made its first appearance before the full audience in the room. I rose and made to leave, beckoning everyone, but Hernando grunted, "Patron?" I raised an eyebrow, but waved permission. Hernando turned to Pete, "What was missing?" Pete shrugged. "I like to suck." Hernando gave out this rumble and eyed me. He had a hardon; I couldn't remember exactly when it popped up. I pursed my lips and waved, "We can't go to dinner with you like that..." Hernando grinned evilly and said, "Come suck your mother's juice from my pito." If Pete was humiliated, it didn't show; he knelt up and sucked Hernando right in. "Dios Mio!" Hernando howled. "Lupe -- you learn from this one!" Pete took Hernando's big paw and put it on his head, then grabbed his other one -- at which point, Hernando got it and held his head and drove him. Yeah, Pete was a bottom, all right... I got hard, too, despite two recent nuts. "Lupe! Come here and practice, Girl..." She knelt up, grinning, and took me in, watching Pete take the heat from her father with one eye. It was all good; neither I nor Hernando lasted five minutes. At dinner, we were the talk of the teacher's table; I was hailed as the savior of not one, but two families. Technically, I wasn't certain whether I'd expended my concubine count with Pete and Cora or not; Pete was male, but not a father -- did that count? I didn't bother to ask; I had my hands full. Two or three of the other instructors rushed off to check the family lists; I wished them luck. After dinner, it was time to take Pete and Cora down to Medical. I modeled Cora on Consuela somewhat, but there were gross differences that I wanted to capitalize on. The result was wider than Consuela and had more conical, if more widely splayed, breasts. Cora was done in pinks, where Consuela was done in browns for nipples and other bits. I got rid of the permanently pink cheeks and substituted a creamier complexion all over, and reduced Cora's thighs to the point that they wouldn't rub all the time and produce what some people called a 'taint.' I added to her real chin and removed the double one that tended to be just flesh and fat. Last, but not least, I gave her more hair on her head and less on her twat -- which had been markedly bushy. All of my women still had fur -- even Lupe, who controlled her own, for now -- but none of them had a jungle. I had a talk with Pete and I had a talk with the Medics, and at the end of things, Pete could handle a touch more cock than I had available at either end -- pleasurably. Watching him with Hernando disabused me of any belief I had that I would break him of sucking cocks. Hell, I could tell already that Hernando planned to use him regularly! I figured I'd wait a while, minimum -- I had women to service, and plenty of them! That brought us to bedtime; I farmed Lupe and Pete out to separate rooms, reminding Pete that Lupe wasn't legal yet, and took the remodeled Cora with me, sending Consuela to Hernando's bed. Thirty minutes later, Consuela stuck her head in the door, "You gave him an inch, didn't you?" "I might have," I said noncommittally. "He still doesn't last that long..." "I have to beat him at something," I laughed. "Oh, you still do -- and you know it!" Consuela laughed and went back to Hernando. "Are we going to... ?" Cora asked. "I've had a LOT today -- I don't know..." I mused. I didn't need an AI, though, to realize that I would tarnish her fancy new self-image if I said no, so I let her suck me to life and enjoyed a LOOOONG fuck -- by the end of which Cora didn't want to let me go ... I slept on her pillowy chest -- and enjoyed it thoroughly. ------- Chapter 76 Elizabeth Braxton: I was a little irritated about the hullabaloo over Jasper Harmon's little Hispanic harem when it began on Monday -- I mean, it was just more of the same thing we'd been seeing, wasn't it? The teaching staff hadn't really gotten into the swing of things for some reason, though, so Jasper stuck out. Oh, there had been some collection of first- and second-grade teachers, who for some reason seemed to be predominately female concubines, by older male teachers, but there hadn't been a lot of fishing outside the staff pool. In some ways, Jasper was SO predictable -- but why he felt he had to take on both her hulking brute of a father and her elephantine mother in order to acquire young Guadalupe Montoya defied rational explanation. Jasper didn't seem to be that excited on Tuesday, so I figured it served him right; the idiot OBVIOUSLY hadn't taken anyone down to Medical to fix their physical issues, either. Athletic coaches... Wednesday evening, however, he had CLEARLY discovered where Medical was; young Guadalupe's acne was cleared up and her mother had been reduced to something still a bit wide, but presentable. Even the male looked vaguely better ... But the talk of the table was the fact that he had acquired a SECOND family -- including a young MALE concubine! His mother clearly wasn't any catch, but young Peter Donovan looked tasty -- and provided SERIOUS food for thought! There were no males in my life; adult males are troublesome creatures with no finer feelings and a miserable collection of bad habits -- I cannot abide them! But a fourteen year old boy, on the other hand, might be trainable! He would possess youth and vigor and yet still be biddable and grateful for my mentoring and attentions -- yes, the idea CERTAINLY had merit! The lack of male companionship I suffered under did not mean that I lacked normal desires -- I had merely learned that by the time they reach college age, the average male is odious and incapable of being tolerated by me for any length of time. Exceptional males tended to have exceptional issues; a charmer doesn't stop charming with one woman, but tends to continuously draw in new victims, leaving his current paramour devastated and moving on to the next in succession, for example. Men are just trouble... Okay, perhaps I'm a bit snippy --have you ever met a high school English teacher -- male or female -- who wasn't? We spend our lives hoping to recognize that next great novelist or poet as he or she breezes through our classroom, miserably aware that WE are not capable of generating that product ... One tends to get, well, a bit sour... I thought about it and decided that the optimum solution might involve a fourteen year old boy and his mother. We could share the boy -- and having his mother around, while decidedly incestuous, would be of tremendous help in controlling him and keeping him well-behaved. The idea that the result might be analogous to producing Norman Bates occurred to me, but I dismissed it as fantasy. I began poring over the available candidates... David Langston looked promising. He was very handsome, with his dark, curly hair and his freckles -- not to mention a certain lack of bulky hairy musculature. I'd met Alma Langston on a couple of occasions and she was a motherly woman who appeared to have standards. David always appeared to be well-mannered, too, no doubt due to her influence... When the AI established communications, I got Alma, of course. "Oh, good evening, Ms. Braxton," she said cheerily, "What can I do for you?" "Good evening, Mrs. Langston," I returned, smiling, "I thought I would check to see how you and young David are getting on..." Alma assumed an oddly cautious expression and said, "As well as can be expected, I guess. Davey is absolutely traumatized -- all this nudity. Really, do you think a young man his age ought to be exposed to nudity in his own mother?" Alma addressed me seated at a table, one arm strategically placed to obscure her nipples. Poor thing -- I could only agree... "It IS a bit rude," I agreed. "Look, Mrs. Langston, I'll get to the point -- has anyone offered to sponsor you and David?" "Offers are a bit thin at present..." Alma allowed. "I wondered if we might sit down and discuss it. David is such a well-mannered young man..." Alma's eyes lit. "My! That might be a pleasant prospect!" "Are you busy this evening?" I asked. "No, not at present..." "Let me see if I can arrange..." I began -- then the AI projected 'Suite 1172, available immediately' below the projection of Alma. "Could you and young David meet me in Suite Eleven Seventy-Two in a few minutes, then?" I continued. "Why, I believe so! We'll be right along!" "Goodbye, then. I'll see you there..." I closed the call. I headed to the bath and primped a bit for young David's benefit and headed for the suite. Alma and David were both there, looking somewhat reserved, when I arrived. I ignored the silly position things and waved Alma into a seat. David diffidently waited until I was settled and sat, too. "So Mr. Langston didn't make it to Family Day?" I offered as a conversational opening. "Oh, my -- there has been no Mr. Langston for quite some time I'm afraid -- except Davey, of course," Alma replied, seemingly amused. "I see..." I replied -- although obviously I didn't. "After Davey was born, I really didn't have much time to devote to other pursuits -- besides, nothing else really had a priority in my life above seeing to Davey's welfare," Alma related. "Howard felt it was just as well if he left me to it, so he provided us a stipend and moved on..." I absorbed this. "Howard had other priorities, then?" "Well, that, and some bad habits. Things just became intolerable..." Alma related. "It's just as well, I'm sure," I commiserated, smiling. Better to have no male influences at home than bad ones... "As I indicated, I'm looking for a well-mannered young man with finer sensibilities to take care of my, um, various needs. David seems to fit the bill perfectly." Oddly, both David and Alma seemed to retreat a bit into their shells at that point. I absorbed this, somewhat puzzled, before continuing diffidently, "Of course, I would be unable to supervise him twenty-four hours a day, so it seems an elegant solution to have his mother available to see to his needs and continued discipline and support..." Both mother and son relaxed immediately; clearly, there had been some concern that I might split them up. "Oh, thank goodness!" Alma erupted. We sat around smiling; I basked in her evident relief. After a moment, though, I gathered myself and entered the minefield. "I'm afraid I should probably have to broach a rather delicate subject at this point," I noted. Both of them assumed the most amazing poker faced expressions. "Children are, of course, an issue. I'll want David to see to my needs in that area, and since I will be teaching, the burdens of child-rearing would necessarily fall to you." I hesitated for a moment, then plunged on, "I really have nothing to offer in compensation, except perhaps something you both might find unthinkable..." Mother and son shared a glance. "And that would be?" Alma asked. I picked at my fingers nervously; this could ruin everything improperly approached... "Well, you, too, should have children. I really don't see introducing any large, hulking hairy brute to the family as a good thing, do you?" "No..." Alma murmured, watching me closely. "It would seem most convenient to work within existing resources," I said carefully. "Young David could..." Both of them relaxed visibly. "Yes, I see your point," Alma replied. "Davey, you wouldn't see any problem in extending our little bedtime cuddle to the point of pleasing Mama fully occasionally, would you?" David watched me carefully while he replied, "No, I'm sure that would be fine, Mama..." I know I blushed; I felt more than a little dense -- and more than a little foolish. THAT was a dead issue, then ... Alma, eyeing me closely, managed to keep the feathers out of her mouth while she said, "Davey, why don't you look about for a place where Ms. Braxton can be comfortable while you show her how adept you are at easing a woman's tensions?" "Yes, Mama." David surged up from his chair and crossed the room. Opening a door, he feigned surprise, "Oh, look! A bed!" Forty-five minutes and seven orgasms later, I owned two quite satisfactory concubines. David was trained to perfection; he was adept with his tongue and even more so with his beautiful penis -- and Alma seemed to have no compunction at all about kissing a woman -- among other things ... Her grasp on decorum tended to slip at times, but I found her wailing, "Oh Davey! Fuck Mama! Mama wants her little man to give her lots of big babies! Give Mama a big belly!" quite arousing ... He was inexhaustible, too; by the time we reached my quarters, he was ready to go around with me again a second time! Jack: By Wednesday, it seemed like things were almost peaceful. Everyone had been given over a week to get used to things and the 'Chicken Little' kinds of issues we had the first few days had slowed way down. Families were being absorbed, slowly, and couples had stopped rushing into Splitsville, although the numbers were climbing again. Mark and Vera and Maureen and that Gonzalo guy had things to do, but the kinds of crap caused by the initial stresses and strains had damped out. Nobody was hassling me much; I was hip deep in women and kids and at least two of them wanted my attention every night; fortunately, I'd hired a fully competent back door man in Mack Taylor. Beth just glowed; being pregnant seemed to be her ultimate state of happiness. She was so cute; I wanted to sleep with her every night, but I had other women to attend to. On the flip side, she wouldn't open herself to Mack; I was her man, period. I could have enforced something else, but she'd have been hurt and upset by it -- and everyone else had a handle on it and none of the other women was excited. I think it was because they all knew that without Beth, they flat wouldn't be here... Michael was okay, and the girls were cute -- but Abe was the star of the show as far as I was concerned; that kid was a corker! Every day, it seemed, he would come out with SOMETHING that lit me off ... Naked women were, of course, boring, but that didn't keep him from going up to a woman at mess and asking her if her back hurt because of the way she hunched over to walk. The woman had jugs the size of Texas watermelons and an ass to match, which was most of the problem ... Most people enjoyed Abe's take on things -- even this particular woman, who sat with us for a while with Abe on her lap. The kid WOULD have been obnoxious -- but he was unfailingly polite. I guess someone had to upset the apple cart; I got a call Wednesday afternoon to zip down to an interview suite and see what could be done to rescue the situation. Basically, a concubine couple with a female tenth-grader and a male eighth-grader attracted the eye of another family man who had a female seventh-grader and a spouse/concubine. The sponsor started putting the concubine females through their paces -- nothing horrible, really; he was masturbating them to climax to see what their response curve looked like -- but the concubine male took offense and he and the son waded in and the operator on duty was a little slow on the uptake and the sponsor got a broken arm and the male concubines got stung. The male concubines -- both of them -- were up the creek, technically, but I wanted to see what I could do, first. I got there to find four hysterical women and two unconscious concubine males and the medics going over the sponsor. "Thirty minutes in a tube and he'll be better than new," the medic provided for an assessment. I turned to the guy and said, "You have the right to put these two down, but I'd rather we took a run at fixing things. The women are pretty freaked and it just isn't a great start to setting up a family to toast a couple of relatives right away. Can we talk about this after you get back?" To his credit, the guy looked bothered. "Yeah, okay." "I'll do a little preliminary investigating while you're out," I told him. "If they're too stupid to live, I'LL handle it -- how's that?" "Yeah, okay." He nodded again. He was eyeing the young male. "Is there anything I should know?" I asked quietly. I waved him toward the door. Outside the room, I said, "Go ahead -- I'm not judgmental. Were you thinking about taking a walk on the wild side?" "Maybe." He looked embarrassed. "Mine would never guess, you know?" I shrugged. "Not their business -- particularly now. Your woman doesn't have unhappy ex-spouse syndrome, does she?" "It hasn't been a problem." "The girl is, what, thirteen? Which way is she going?" I asked. "Concubine, probably," he admitted. "I barely made it." "Is she Daddy's girl? Is she going to be?" "Not sure. I hear it isn't a problem, but..." He shrugged. "I won't press her, in any case." I waved him off with the medic. "Shoot on down and get that fixed." Going back into the suite, I started sorting things out. The concubine family was the Ericssons -- Thomas, the father, Matthew, the son, Helen the mother and Patrice, the daughter. Patrice was a nice-looking blonde piece and Helen didn't hurt the eye, either; Thomas and Matthew were both All-American male model types, also blond. On the sponsor side, everyone was a brunette; Frances Carpenter was the mate/mother and Geraldine was the thirteen-year-old. Frankly, they weren't hard to look at, either. Randall, the sponsor, was on his way to Medical. "Wake 'em up," I told the medic who stayed to monitor the sleeping beauties. Turning to the Ericsson women, I said, "This has the potential of being pretty serious. What was going on?" "Well, the guy did a pretty thorough exam of Mom, you know?" Patrice said. "He'd moved on to me and he had two fingers in me and was playing with my ass..." She got a little pink at that point. "Did he hurt you -- either of you?" I asked. Helen shook her head. "Embarrassed me, but..." "God, no!" Patrice whispered, "I had a hold of his arm to keep him from going anywhere -- I was about to cum!" Frances Carpenter looked a little bothered, but I noticed that Geraldine wasn't wildly upset. "Could your father have misinterpreted things?" I asked. "Yeah, real easily, I bet," Patrice replied, nodding. "You know how it is when you're gonna cum -- lots of times it's hard to tell whether you're enjoying things or it hurts. Dad, though -- well, we've been hanging back because he hasn't gotten it. He's not the brightest bulb in the circuit." "Patrice!" Helen erupted. I had the AI project CAP scores, though, and Patrice was on the money. Helen was smarter -- almost smart enough, really -- and Patrice and Matthew both had their father outgunned. I'd wondered how they hadn't been scooped up -- they were 'beautiful people'; clearly, once again, there was evidence that beauty was only skin deep... "How did Matthew get into the mix?" I asked. "I think he was trying to stop it without clueing Dad in," Patrice replied. "He was in the way a lot." She paused. "I'm sixteen, and I've been in the track for a couple of years. I'm not a virgin and I'm ready, you know? Matthew is, too, actually. Mom's gonna be all right -- but Dad ... It's gonna take something..." "I have this as VERY serious," Helen murmured, "Am I right?" "You're on target," I agreed. "The default action is to recycle them both. I'm looking to fix things, if possible." "God..." Helen muttered. "I'll talk to Randall," Frances Carpenter promised. "This is what I see as needing to happen," I told them. "First, if possible, we need to clear Matthew. Second, and potentially more difficult, we need to fix things so Randall is confident that Thomas is not a threat. If we can't do that..." Everyone looked grim. "Okay, they're up," the medic announced. Both Ericsson males were sitting up groggily. I went over to them and said, "Well, hi, there! I'm sure neither of you feels very well right now, but it could be worse; we're trying to decide whether next time you wake up dead or not." "What?" Thomas' face was all squinched up. Undoubtedly both light and sound were painful to him right now. "I'm saying that you breaking a sponsor's arm is a death sentence. You're on appeal!" I told him. "WHAT? But he was..." Thomas grabbed his head. "What WAS he doing?" I asked. "Patrice, what was he doing?" "He was masturbating me," Patrice replied. "Were you hurting?" I pressed. "No. Dad, he wasn't hurting me at all!" Patrice shifted her attention to her father. "That stuff isn't right!" Thomas insisted. "It is if he says it is -- especially once you're his property," I advised the man. "Even if he HAD been hurting her, that was his business -- and Patrice's. If Patrice accepts him as her sponsor and he wants to use a bullwhip on her once a week, that's between them. You have no say in the matter." I turned to the son. "Matthew, I'm told that you were trying to intervene between your father and the sponsor -- is that correct?" "Yeah." The kid nodded. "I didn't want to rub Dad's nose in it, but I was deliberately getting in the way."