Chapter 56

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?"

<In her quarters with the concubine Tony.>

"What are they doing?" 'I should call her. The older one is probably a better liar...'

<They are having sex.>

"They are?"

<Indeed.> 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?"

<Sub-Decurion Vera Hopkins is in her quarters...> The AI paused, then <She is having sex with her concubine Cletus. They have just begun...> 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..."

<Objectively, Doctor, you approach what could be described as the male projection of the ideal female form more closely than either of the Sub-Decurions.> The AI threw up three-dimensional rotating nude displays of all three of us. <As you can see, breast shape and weight distribution are less than optimal for both of them. The primary difference appears to be the fact that they embrace opportunities for sexual activity while you avoid them.>

"They want it and I don't? It's that simple?" I asked.

<You fear it, Doctor. You fear to place yourself in a position where a relationship with a male might occur.>

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 optimum solution has already been presented,> the AI declared. <You will acquire concubines, at least one of whom will be male. This will place you in control and reduce your fears. When the situation becomes urgent enough, you will take action.>

"When the situation becomes urgent enough?"

<You will desire a man's touch again, Doctor. Eventually, you will overcome your fear. You will have sex -- and you will enjoy it. Now that you know what it is like, your animal nature will not allow you to rebuild your barriers. At some point, you will discover that you look forward to meeting your reproduction quota. If you follow the Sub-Decurion's advice and obtain a male and a female, the female will absolve you of most parental duties, minimizing the interference with your work, while the male provides you with pleasure and opportunities for impregnation. Ultimately, as your persona moves beyond its current one-dimensional focus, your CAP score will increase, allowing you to acquire as many as three couples under the standard guidelines, and perhaps more.>

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...

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...

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...

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...