Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: The Academy
Part: 28 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 28

Jack:

	It was almost as painful to watch as it probably was for Vera.  We
set up in the improved area of the basement, which was somewhat soundproofed.
Oliver and I and Tara (I found THAT interesting; she not only volunteered,
but appeared knowledgeable) rigged up a set of ropes from the top and bottom
of a pair of lolly columns and spread-eagled Vera in a set of makeshift wrist
and ankle cuffs made of Velcro straps over cloth toweling wrapped in vet
wrap.  Vera assisted with this almost cheerfully.  Tara made her something
out of a washrag to bite down on and muffle the screams.  Frieda seemed to be
restraining herself from assisting while keeping an eye on Beth -- and Oliver
and Vera's other two daughters in the process.  The whole thing probably took
a half-hour to orchestrate.

	Fortunately, the kids were asleep.  Abe had left me and gone upstairs
to struggle through the implications of our conversation and was exhausted
thereby -- and the girls were totally off-cycle and had been burning a lot of
energy dashing around during the afternoon.  All three had crashed a bit
before Beth, Frieda and I got home and they were still asleep.  While they
had missed a few things, Vera made it clear to Tara and Keisha upstairs that
she was asking for this, so they were up on that piece, at least.

	Tara handled maintenance of the gag -- to include covering Vera's
mouth when she spit it out to scream.  That happened several times...

	Oliver was clinical -- and he didn't limit himself to Vera's ass.  He
took his time and picked his targets, but didn't telegraph or tease Vera.
Once he committed to a strike, he followed through.  He circled her, doing
her breasts, her back, her belly, her thighs, as well as her ass.  On two
occasions, he actually struck up, between her legs, at her vulva -- something
that brought protests from several of the other females present.  I handled
Beth with a quirt -- a small braided whip I'd picked up at the feed store
along with the riding crop -- when she got vocal; it didn't take but a stroke
or two.  After that, Beth would just come to me and hide her face when it got
too hard to watch.  Tara spent her time wiping Vera's tear-stained face and
cooing to her -- and glaring at her girls for being too chicken to assist.
Keisha just stood there, more or less bug-eyed, she would shift her gaze to
me and I would look back, poker-faced.

	I know Vera got a shock from the very first stroke; I imagine that
Oliver had held himself back on previous occasions.  For this, though, he did
as the AI suggested, and let Vera have it, full force.  The first three or
four strokes, Vera just gasped and appeared stupefied by the agony -- Oliver
was timing them for three or four seconds in between -- but after that, the
muffled screams and wails began.

	It went on for what seemed like centuries.  Oliver went for a while
at a fairly brisk pace for the way he was timing things, but after a while,
he wound down, visibly.  Well, that was what we were after; if he was
sickened by what he'd done, he was likely to dismiss further recriminations.
Vera didn't get off easy in any particular -- she was striped like a zebra by
the time he was done.  I lost count at fifty strokes.  Finally, he stopped,
eyed Vera for a moment from behind, then went and placed the riding crop on a
nearby table and announced, "I believe we're done."  The girls rushed
forward, basically getting in our way as we worked to get her untied and the
bindings removed.  Then Oliver stepped up and took her face in his hands and
she crumpled against him wailing brokenly, "I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry, I'm
so..."  Oliver tucked her head into his shoulder and tried to comfort her
without touching anything else.

	After a bit it became apparent that the crowd of women weren't
accomplishing anything, so I told mine, "Go upstairs and check on the
children and get dinner moving!"  They scattered like rabbits, their minds
clearly full of the object lesson.  Oliver and I helped Vera up the stairs;
we couldn't carry her and any attempt would have no doubt been painful.  They
settled on the couch, Vera curled up with her head in Oliver's lap -- at
which point, he angrily waved his remaining daughters away.  I followed them
to the kitchen.

	Maureen complained, "I don't understand!  Why is she cuddling up to
Dad after that?"

	I eyed her.  "You still don't get it, do you?  Their relationship was
poisoned -- on her end by guilt, and his by anger and betrayal.  The poison
has been released, squeezed out of both of them -- and now the healing
begins.  It isn't over -- they have to build new bridges and deal with new
roles and build up trust again -- but they are at least past making payments
on what they owed one another."

	"I think she got a lot more than she wanted," Judith opined.

	"I think she got more than she expected," I argued, "but what she
WANTED was to suffer terribly for her crimes -- and she did.  And what to you
might seem excess may not to her -- even though she suffered it and you
merely witnessed it.  She's purged -- and so is he; she will get some
satisfaction from that.  You need to support them -- BOTH of them."

	"How?" Judith asked.

	"Simple," I answered, smiling.  "By never bringing it up again.  The
incident is closed; for you to offer Vera your sympathy or Oliver your anger
is to pick at the scabs of their pain and keep the scars from healing.  Make
supper.  When we sit down to dinner, treat her residual pain as an illness or
affliction that you can do nothing about except attempt to make her more
comfortable and avoid sympathetic commentary or blame."

	"You're kidding, right?" Judith flared.

	Maureen grabbed her by the forearm.  "No, he's making sense.  Leave
it alone.  Momma did wrong -- and a lot of it!  Daddy punished her.  End of
story.  You might look at the effects on you -- and Dan..."

	Judith's eyes popped.  "What are you implying?"

	"What have you been giving Dan?  What Momma gave Daddy?  Clearly,
that was a lot less than she was capable of.  She had the excuse that she was
hiding something from him -- do you have an excuse?"

	"Dan's a womanizer, among his other faults.  I was a fool not to see
it," Judith muttered.

	"Is that because he's not getting something at home?" Maureen
prodded.  "I like sex -- a lot.  And I think I understand what happened to
Momma."

	"I like sex," Beth announced from where she was stirring boiling
potatoes on the stove.  "I'll do... just about anything, I think.  But I
prefer to do it with Jack."

	"I..."  Judith paused.  "Blowjobs?  Anal?"  Her sisters nodded as
one.  "Ewwww!"

	"Don't knock it until you've tried it, Sis," Maureen replied.

	To have something to do with her hands, Judith started trimming some
asparagus.  "Well..."  Then she turned to Beth.  "What was that about you and
Daddy?  And incest?"

	"I gave Daddy a blowjob last night," Beth husked, not turning her
head.  "It was... under instruction, but we both enjoyed it -- a lot."

	Both her sisters turned to me.  "Under instruction?" Maureen
demanded.  "You instructed my sister to give her father a blowjob?"

	"I did," I admitted.  "We were breaking down barriers.  Not being on
a ship in orbit or on a colony world, there are limits to what we can bring
to bear to teach a concubine obedience.  You're all still on this world,
operating within the limitations of this world's environment, rather than
being in a new place where everything is different and there is no turning
back.  As it happens -- and your mother alluded to it -- there is no incest
taboo in the colonies; many families make the choice at extraction to accept
a loved one as a concubine and commit what would be a sin here to do it,
rather than abandoning them.  Confederacy medicine ameliorates what is
already an overblown issue."

	"Overblown?' Maureen erupted.  "Genetic defects are overblown?"

	"You need repeated incidents of intergenerational incest before you
run any serious risk of defects -- animal breeders are well aware of this,
since they regularly tune a genome by breeding an animal back to the parent
or grandparent.  If your great-grandmother is your sister, you might have a
problem -- but if your mother is, you probably won't.  The incest taboo came
from direct observation BEFORE the scientific method..."  I turned to Beth,
"Haven't I preached this multiple times?"

	"Yes, Master!"  Beth found it in her to grin.

	I turned back to Beth's sisters.  "In any case, a blowjob does not
result in offspring, to my knowledge."  Judith was prepared to be angry, but
she was watching Maureen for cues -- and Maureen was looking thoughtful.

	"You enjoyed it?" Maureen asked Beth.

	"It's still pretty kinky..."

	"Yeah..."  Maureen pursed her lips, eyeing me, then asked, "How much
longer for the salmon?"

	"It's just started," Tara replied.  "Better get some water on for the
asparagus, though."

	Maureen hesitated a millisecond or two at the source of the reply,
then said, "Right.  The pot is in there..."  I left to go sit in the living
room.  Britney was on her knees before the couch, helping Oliver comfort
Vera.  In a moment, I noticed Keisha heading for the stairs; at my inquiry,
she said, "Got to get the kids up and their faces and hands washed."  I
nodded; things were well in hand.

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	Dinner was... interesting.  Out of concern for Abe's adaptability,
mainly, everyone wore something -- but my concubines didn't wear much.  Vera
wore even less, limiting herself to the virtually transparent chemise with
nothing under it, due to her recent whipping.  She sat on a pillow and didn't
lean back at all.

	Britney turned out to have packed a little red number that matched
Vera's black one fairly closely while providing a bit more coverage in the
underlayer.  My girls -- the ones who had them -- wore matching bustiers --
which apparently came with nipple covers that I hadn't seen.  Keisha wore a
halter-top and panties.

	To say that Abe noticed would be understatement; I don't think he ate
anything for the first ten minutes and I thought one of his eyeballs was
going to pop out from trying to focus on Vera's breasts while eyeing them
sidelong.  The chemise did mask the stripes somewhat, but not her nipples or
areolas.  The girls were too young to care.  Finally, I called him on it.
"Abe, just look and get it over with."

	Abe ducked his head.  "Sorry!"

	I didn't let it go.  "Son, when a woman wears something that puts her
on display, they expect you to look and enjoy the view -- or at least they do
in MY house!"

	"They do in mine, also," Oliver interjected.

	Abe slowly turned his head and terrain mapped Vera's big tits with
his eyeballs.  "Fun, isn't it?" I chuckled.

	"Yeah."

	"I had the girls put something on so you wouldn't be embarrassed," I
told him, "but when we get home, there are gonna be tits on display, because
I like looking at them."

	Abe's return look said 'Are you serious?' as clearly as if it had
come out of his mouth.

	"I'm not kidding," I insisted.  "Your sisters are too young to care
if people are naked; the only reason your mother and Keisha and Beth and
Frieda are wearing anything is to keep you from going off the deep end over
it."

	Abe's eyes drifted over the women at the table.  "It's okay..."

	I thought Frieda was going to squirt potatoes through her nose!
"Apparently you needn't have been concerned, Master!" she tittered.

	I eyed her.  "Would you like to be the test case?"

	"Would I?!"  Frieda bounded up out of her chair and circled around to
Abe.  "This thing zips up the back -- let me out, willya?"

	While young Abe fought the zipper, Judith erupted, "Don't you think
he's too young..."

	"There is NOTHING wrong with the human body, in my humble opinion," I
interrupted her.  "Abe has been raised in a restrictive culture whose mores
indicate that the display of the human body is 'nasty'.  Personally, I would
prefer that he got away from that thought process soon; it leads to all kinds
of perverse behavior.  Have you ever been to a nude beach?  Eh, never
mind..." I waved it off.

	Meanwhile, Frieda shrugged out of her bustier, then stepped out of
her panties.  Kissing Abe on the cheek, she said, "Thank you, Abe!" and
flounced back to her seat, her little titties jiggling.

	I addressed Abe while waving at Frieda.  "You can look to your
heart's content.  A little gentle exploration is okay, as long as you get
permission and aren't a pain about it.  Stuff that borders on being grownup
stuff needs to wait until you're thirteen or so -- you'll know when."

	"Okay."  Abe proceeded to nearly miss his mouth ogling Frieda's tits.

	I chuckled.  "Don't poke yourself with a fork -- they'll be there all
night -- and all day tomorrow, for that matter.  And the day after that, and
the day after that..."

	"Really?"

	"Promise.  Cross my heart and hope to die."

	Abe nodded, thinking about it.  He took a bite, snapped a glance at
Frieda, and returned his attention to his plate.  Frieda looked like she was
going to do something salacious, so I raised a finger in warning.  "He's not
going to be able to appreciate it all properly for several years yet."

	"Yes, Master."  Frieda subsided.

	I turned to Abe.  "So.  Girls look nice.  You okay with that?"

	Abe snapped a look at Frieda and a look at Vera.  "Yes."  He forked
in a piece of asparagus and chewed reflectively.

	"Eat your fish, Baby," Tara pressed.

	"Yes, Mama."  After dutifully locking eyes with his mother, Abe
pointedly dropped them to her chest.

	I pursed my lips.  "Ooookaaaayyy...  Open season, I guess. Do as you
like, girls."  Abe flicked another glance at his mother, then looked away.

	Tara sat for a moment, grimacing.  "Oh, all right!"  Turning to Beth,
who was seated on her left, she asked, "Unzip me?"

	Beth did the honors, then turned her back to Tara, "I can't sit here
like this if you two are going to be out."  Tara unzipped her.  Keisha looked
around and grabbed her halter and threw it over her head, initiating an
impressive bounce.  Britney flicked a glance at Oliver, who muttered, "Limit
yourself."  Britney nodded and wormed out of the undergarment she was
wearing.

	I chuckled.  "You're a wild man, Abe."  He grinned from ear to ear,
then shoved a forkful of fish in his mouth and perused the melons while
chewing.

	"I'm not taking MY top off!" Judith blustered.

	"Why should you?" I replied.  "You're a free woman.  No one has even
asked.  On the other hand, it might be good practice; I doubt that Abe is a
serial rapist at his age."

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	That was the end of THAT -- but I found it odd that the next little
interruption was initiated by Judith.  "I've never given a blowjob to anyone,
let alone Daddy!" she suddenly blurted, looking at Beth.

	"Really?" I replied.  "That could put you at a distinct disadvantage
tomorrow..."

	"Really?" Judith said faintly.  "Maybe Dan will..." her voice petered
out.

	"Should your husband put in an appearance, he'll have his own
problems," I noted.  "He has considerably less chance of finding a sponsor,
even if he does give blowjobs!"  That got a titter -- and a blush from
Judith.  "Seriously, he has maybe a quarter of the chance you do of finding
sponsorship -- and if he does, the chances that it will come from the same
sponsor you get are quite small."

	"So..."

	"Even if he shows up, your marriage is at an end," I amplified.

	"Oh."

	"Are things good between you, then?" I asked.  "I got the impression
somewhere that they are not."

	"No, you're right -- they aren't."  Judith speared Beth with a
glance.

	Oliver interjected, "Your mother delivers superb fellatio when she
sets her mind to it."

	Maureen and Judith both flinched -- and I didn't blame them; if ever
there was a case of too much information...

	But Vera smiled at her plate and said, "From here on out, I'll ALWAYS
set my mind to it."  She looked up at Judith, "If you'd like..."

	"Would you?" Judith asked.  Then she looked around, embarrassed.

	"I'll need a teaching aid -- and so will you," Vera murmured.  "We
could share, but..."

	"Oh I'm sure..." Judith began and shot a look at me.

	I wasn't feeling any too charitable, so I said, "If you go trolling
for volunteers, I'm sure you'll find a few before you even get to the end of
the block."

	Judith was taken aback.  "I thought..."

	I cocked my head.  "That I might volunteer?  It doesn't take much in
the way of powers of observation to see that I have my hands full.  I have
one concubine that I have yet to have sex with!  Actually, your father is in
the same position, I believe..."  I sat back to enjoy Judith's discomfiture.

	Vera showed her how it should be done; turning to Oliver, she asked,
"Master, may I demonstrate my technique using you as a subject?"

	Oliver nodded.  "Certainly.  I've no idea where on the spectrum
Britney sits, so we should look into that, too."

	Judith just sat there, blinking, so after a moment Beth leaned over
and hissed, "Ask!  Ask NICELY!"

	Judith looked at her in surprise.  "I have to ASK to suck his...?"

	"You betcha!" I growled.  "And right now, I'm not looking on the
whole thing too favorably, so you may have to beg!"

	"It's bad enough I have to watch..."  Judith waved at her mother and
father.

	"Then don't," I replied.  "They're ONLY trying to HELP you!"

	Vera rubbed her face.  "It's times like this when I get my nose
rubbed in the fact that your stubbornness and stupidity come from MY side of
the family.  I did this..."

	"Momma!"  Judith turned cherry red.

	Oliver opened his mouth, but Vera raised her hand and said, "Master,
please -- I did this -- let me try to fix it."

	Oliver shrugged.  "Very well..."

	"Judith," Vera said pedantically, "Tomorrow, your fortunes are going
to rise or fall on the basis of what you are willing and able to do sexually
with a man.  Since you've already indicated that you've never given anyone
oral sex, I have little hope for you.  I know this is my fault -- but I
believe that your older sisters both had better sense than to listen to
me..."  Vera got a nod from Maureen.  Beth muttered, "No opportunities,
but..."

	"Momma, you can't be..." Judith began.

	"I'm deadly serious, Dear!  Looks will NOT get you past the gate
tomorrow!  Oh, they MIGHT -- but if you can't deliver, you'll wish you had
stayed home!"  Vera shook her head.  "The rules have changed, Dear -- and you
were issued the wrong rule book in the first place!  That's my fault, but at
this moment in time, all we can do is TRY to fix it!  Now, you can learn what
you need to learn and go to the pickup tomorrow with the proper attitude --
or maybe you should stay home!  I would love to have the family together on
the same world, because I doubt seriously that there is a lot of travel going
on -- but I don't want to have to see what happens to you when your sponsor
discovers that you're all show and no go!"

	Judith, flustered, got up from the table, pointing.  "Momma, you were
right over there telling us all about how you did all of those horrible
things when you were younger -- and then Daddy took you downstairs and..."
She stopped and blinked and eyed Abe and Elise and Shawna, who were all at
the table.

	Vera sighed.  "And you missed the point, TOTALLY!  Judith, the
problem wasn't that fact that I DID those things -- it was the fact that I
LIED about it!  I lied to EVERYBODY!  And I hurt people in the process!"  She
shook her head.  "Frankly, the stuff I did as a teenager is an asset to me,
now that I'm a concubine!  I have all the tools I need to do my job -- which
is to keep your father happier than he was while we were married!"

	I cleared my throat.  "We may want to continue this after dinner;
while I firmly believe in open and frank discussion of sexual matters -- even
in front of the children -- things might be getting out of hand."  I eyed Abe
significantly.

	Abe, realizing that he was the center of attention, looked back.
After a moment, he swallowed his mouthful of potatoes and asked, "What's a
blowjob?"

	There were several gasps and snorts -- and at least one snicker.  I
replied gravely, "Grownup stuff.  From what you told me, you probably have
seen one.  What were Mama and Jock doing that time?"

	"Well, Mama was on her knees and Jock had his..."  Abe looked at his
lap.

	"Yeah, that's a blowjob," I confirmed.  "It's grownup stuff."

	"And fell...  fell...?"

	"Fellatio is a technical term for a blowjob," I confirmed.
"Sometimes we use big words so little ears can't make the connections."

	"You shouldn't be telling him these things!" Judith huffed.

	"And YOU shouldn't be telling ME how to raise children!" I retorted.
"Besides, YOU opened this subject at the table!  I live in the hopes that Abe
will learn enough that when he is your age, he won't be so stupid about the
subject!"  I turned to Abe.  "For now, this comes under the heading of
'grownup stuff' -- it wouldn't be fun for you."

	Abe cocked his head.  "Mama didn't look like she was having fun."

	I took that in the spirit in which it was given.  "She may not have
-- or she may have been playing pretend.  Sometimes, it isn't obvious, but
she might have gotten a kick out of it even though it was uncomfortable.  But
I guarantee you Jock enjoyed it."

	"Oh."  Abe thought about it and nodded.  "May I be 'scused?"

	"Certainly.  Mama or Keisha will bring you dessert upstairs," I told
him.  "I'm sure you've heard enough for tonight."

	"Yeah."  Abe's look accused Judith.  "She yells a lot."

	I didn't see any reason to comment.

	As Abe hit the stairwell, Judith said, "What about them?" -- eyeing
Elise and Shawna.

	"They lack the vocabulary to have any idea what the subject is," I
replied, amazed at her foolishness.  "Histrionics, however, tends to upset
them.  Can we discuss this calmly?"

	"I..."  Judith gathered herself, visibly.  "Yes."  She turned to
Tara, "What do YOU think of this?"  She waved at the kids.

	"I think he's right," Tara replied.  "Either one of 'em could watch
you doin' it and not know the difference.  They got NO idea what we're
talking about -- and it wouldn't mean anything to them if they did!"  She
shook her head.  "Honey, you are WAY too uptight!"

	"Fine..."  Judith rolled her eyes.  She turned her attention to her
mother...

	But Vera beat her to the punch!  "Dear, I've had my say.  You need
help.  Your father and I have offered to help you, and I feel responsible,
because you got most of the foolishness you're spouting from me.  But you're
a perfect product of your upbringing -- you won't listen to anything or
anybody...  As much as it pains me, I think you should go home to Dan,
tomorrow.  Maybe, at some point in the future..."

	"Momma!" Judith burst out.  "You act like being unable to suck some
guy off is a death sentence!"

	I leaned up.  "May I?"  Vera nodded.  "Judith, that lack will put you
low on the totem pole, at the very least.  Sponsors at a pickup are looking
for women who are willing and able to perform basically any sex act they can
think up on short notice.  It's a selection criterion for MOST sponsors,
because once you're extracted, they have the right to expect you to do
anything they can think of, period!  Given that situation, fellatio is a
basic skill; if you were into anal sex, that might be a trump card -- and it
might not.  A concubine has two primary functions -- keep her sponsor
sexually satisfied, and make babies.  If you're not willing to go out of your
way to fulfill that first requirement, most sponsors won't even ask what you
think of the second!"  I eyed her.  "Surely you KNOW this -- have you ever
seen a pickup?"

	"They're on the news all the time," Judith said dismissively.

	"They censor them," Frieda interjected.  "Usually, you get to see the
containment field.  Maybe you see a flash of someone stepping into a
transporter.  Even then, they're usually the last Marine out, not the people
who got picked up."

	"Oh."  I admit that I was somewhat surprised.  "That's too bad -- a
picture is worth a thousand words."

	<This censorship exists in the United States,> the AI informed me,
<due to the concerns of some elements over the sex acts.  There are
restricted channels that periodically display actual footage but the general
public is unlikely to find these clips.  Similarly, there is some footage on
the Internet, but it is generally treated as pornography.  The issue is
muddied by several pornographic videos that purport to be re-enactments.>

	"You should see one," I told Judith.  "At mine, a guy set three women
on each other in a cat fight to see who got to get poked in the ass -- and he
butt-fucked the winner, then didn't take her because some chick that wasn't
even in the fight struck his fancy by deep-throating him while he watched the
fight."

	"You're joking!" Judith scoffed.

	"I wish I was," I replied.  "Sponsors tend to have one big chance to
pick the right concubine -- at their pickup.  And they generally blow it.
The first way to blow it is to pick a hot LOOKING babe instead of a hot babe.
But the second mistake is more prevalent -- they concentrate on sex and
forget child-rearing.  You see, that's the problem; once you're extracted,
you're stuck with what you collected -- or somebody else's castoffs.  For a
concubine, if she isn't what her sponsor thought he was getting, she has a
couple of options -- get with the program, or get beaten bloody until she
does, or get dropped off at the civil service brothel to get broken in, or
get traded to another sponsor -- or maybe get shoved out an airlock in deep
space without a suit.  Your folks would no doubt like for you to avoid all
that..."

	Judith looked stubborn; I knew I was wasting my breath.  Then the AI
said, <Extraction teams routinely video pickups; the information is
available.  Provision can be made to stream it from a restricted website.
Doctor Hopkins' television is attached to an Internet-capable game
console...>

	'How soon?' I subvocalized.

	<Momentarily.>

	"You're in denial," I opened up on Judith.  "What if I told you I
could produce video of a pickup?"

	"How can you do that?"

	"I have access.  I'm ALREADY a Confederacy officer, remember."  I
turned to Oliver, "Doctor, my AI says you have a TV with a game console
attached."

	Oliver nodded.  "That's correct."

	"May I use it?"

	"I would be in your debt if you can get through to my youngest
daughter on this subject!" Oliver declared.

	"Very well..."  I rose from the table.  "The kids shouldn't see this,
even if they DON'T understand it.  As for the rest of you..."

	"The women should see it," Oliver opined.  "ALL of them.  Even
Maureen."

	"Okay, we'll come back to the table for dessert," I replied.  "Tara,
you'll probably need to stay in here; arrange the kids against the wall just
inside the door so you can see around it."

	It took only a couple of minutes to get everything organized.
Judith, Vera, and Maureen occupied the couch, in that order.  Oliver pulled
up a straight chair from the dining room.  Beth took an armchair and Frieda
sat on the arm; Britney sat on the floor in front of Oliver.  I got on the
net and entered the web address and settled into a chair next to the TV as
the feed began.

	I won't go deep into detail; it was the usual thing.  The viewpoint
rode the shoulder of each of three Marines; it split-screened so you could
see each or you could click to see them all.  The fourth feed showed a
diagram of the pickup site and the locations, color-coded, of the Marines and
the sponsors.  It was a coffee shop; there were four sponsors and nineteen
women present.  One of the Marines delivered the canned briefing -- being
deliberately gauche, to get everyone's attention -- and the sponsors started
rotating and the women started peeling.

	I watched Judith more than the video; I could tell when it hit a good
part by the way her eyes bulged.  One time I got the cue and turned around to
see some woman crawl up and stick her tongue in the ass of a sponsor who was
already getting a blowjob.  It lit him off and he grabbed the head of the
chick blowing him and turned the blowjob into instant deep-throat, blowing
his nut down her neck while she choked on him.  The good news?  I think he
took both of them.  There was one little chubby thing crying her eyes out,
going from sponsor to sponsor and getting spurned.  She tried everything she
could think of, too -- including eating other girls, licking assholes,
offering her ass up for a dick...  The Marine in charge got tired of ordering
her off, but instead of stinging her he told three guys who weren't going
anywhere to hold her down and give her a 'consolation prize.'  She was still
pulling a train when the last Marine closed things out...  "See what I mean?"
I said as the video stopped, "Someone should have taken that one..."  Vera
gave a groan and covered her face -- it hit a little too close to home,
apparently.