Chapter 55

"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.'

<Acknowledged.> 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...

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...