Chapter 47

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...

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?" 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..."

<Acknowledged.> 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.

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."

<Go ahead.>

"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.