Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: The Academy
Part: 11 of 88
Universe: The Swarm Cycle
Summary: 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...

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Fdom

The Academy

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.

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	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...

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	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...