Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: The Academy
Part: 60 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 60

Jack:

	Mack was moved in by the time I got home that evening -- which
probably wasn't hard, since Michael probably had very little clothing with
him and Mack had none at all.  My women were all kind of standing around,
waiting...  "What?" I asked, pretending to be put upon.  Frieda hung back,
grinning.

	"I thought you were going to get a couple?" Beth said carefully.

	"I don't NEED another woman," I replied, "I'm hip deep as it is!
This way, maybe you girls won't kill me at some point -- you're a bunch of
cum-vampires, you know?  Mack needs a place for himself and Michael -- and I
needed a second dick on standby -- what's the problem?"  I KNEW what the
problem was, where Beth was concerned...

	"I really..." she mumbled -- but she knew better than to finish.

	"You don't have to play if you don't want to," I insisted.  "Who
wants to try out Mack?  Show of hands."  Frieda's went up fast, followed by
Tara's; after some thought, Keisha's went up, too.  "Who wants to try out
Mack AND me?"  That got an exclamation of "Goody!" from Frieda and a waved
hand from Tara.  I turned back to Beth.  "That's plenty of work for Mack.
Don't forget that I have two other women at home.  I'm pretty sure Tina will
be interested -- and Dottie might, too."  I let my eyes sweep the other
three.  "If you'll excuse us for a moment..."  I collected Beth's arm and led
her off, going into the next room, where I backed her against the wall and
pinned her there.  "Mack knows," I told her.  "He won't go where he's not
wanted, and he knows who my favorite girl is.  Just don't rub anyone's nose
in it."

	"I'm sorry," Beth husked, her head down.  "I just didn't want to
be..."

	"Fuck meat?" I finished.  "Relax, you're not.  If at some point you
decide it might be nice for Mack to participate, we can talk about it without
anyone thinking less of you.  In the meantime, try not to embarrass any of
the other girls with your attitude.  You can probably just say that he
doesn't do anything for you."

	"Yes, Jack."  Beth leaned up and buried her head in my shoulder.  "I
know I'm not doing this right, but..."

	"I know -- you love me.  I love you, too -- but the other girls are
at least fond of me, I think, and they're more open-minded."

	"I just can't..." Beth moaned.

	"You could if I insisted," I replied.  "It would hurt, but you could,
to make me happy."

	"Yes."  It was a whisper.

	"I'm not insisting.  But, like I said, don't rub the other girls'
noses in it, or I'll have to."

	"Yes, Jack."

	"Let's go back out."

	Once we were back in the main room, I ordered Tara, "Go get Mack."
Tara returned momentarily with Mack in tow.  "All right," I announced.  "It
seems like I only have enough in me to keep two of you happy at a time -- and
there are six of you, when we count the pair at home.  Now, what that means
is that I need a backup.  Mack, here, is my back door man -- he handles the
overflow.  We'll be doing steady rotation, but if somebody gets the itch real
bad, Mack is authorized to scratch it.  Some of you like to party hardy
anyway, and I can't possibly be two places at once, so Mack has THAT mission,
too.  It's a tough job, but I'm sure he'll bear up."  I got a couple of
giggles, which is what I was shooting for.  "Mack's kid Michael is family --
and he gets mothered like family.  Mack is family -- understand?  Now, Mack
is in charge of supply, but he is NOT in charge of demand -- if you don't
want any, he's not gonna ask.  Mack isn't in charge of anything I don't PUT
him in charge of -- and that includes all of YOU!  When we get to the colony,
he'll probably have a job working for the Support Directorate outside the
house.  If he gets the urge and you all have dried up for some reason, he
comes to me and I'll allocate a resource.  If there is a PROBLEM on either
end, I need to know about it -- but it's my opinion at this point in time
that Mack is a decent sort or he wouldn't be here.  By the same token, if one
of you gets really, really sweet on him, we'll talk about it and I'm prepared
to tolerate it -- but you're both non-exclusive resources, and if I need a
dick or a pussy in a particular location at a particular time, I get it.  Are
we all clear?"  Everybody nodded -- including Mack.  "Does anybody see any
immediate issues?"  Nobody came forward.  "Get the kids -- it's dinner time."
Everybody scattered -- but I held Mack back.  "Look," I told him, "Beth is...
well... she wants to be exclusive.  It's no reflection on you -- we're just
hung up on each other.  I don't want you upset when you realize that her spot
in the rotation is empty."

	"Hey, I'm fine with it," Mack replied.  "This is better than I'd
hoped for."

	"If I was to guess, Tara and Frieda will arm-wrestle or something to
see who goes first.  Keisha might take a while.  I can't guess about the
other two, but I wouldn't be surprised if the first day or two after we hit
the colony is busy, and depending on how things go, you might get one or two
other regular customers.  I'm pretty sure we're gonna end up playing musical
dicks with Frieda and Tara, too -- both of them have been known to enjoy
doubling up.  Those are my guesses.  Eventually, Beth might shuffle in, but
it'll be a while, and one of us will probably be pissed at the other or
something when it happens -- lover's spat kind of thing.  If she fucks you to
make me jealous, you get a fuck and she sucks hind tit for a while because I
REFUSE to get jealous -- know that in advance.  Just handle it.  In the
unlikely event that they all shut it off, we'll have to discover why --
that's the worst situation I can think of.  Let's go eat."  The others were
back, herding my four children, so I started driving the herd toward the
mess.

	Mack was a hit at mess -- conceptually, anyway.  Everybody was
surprised -- and it was clear that Oliver, Vera, and Maureen understood that
they needed to give couples serious thought.  Chief was there, looking
hangdog again; I had the AI route me to him and said, 'You know, Chief...' --
and I put a flea in his ear.

	He sat up straight in his chair, surprised.  'No shit?'

	'No shit.  I checked.  There's a requisition out, even.'

	'Well, let's keep it quiet for now...'  But Chief was a lot more
upbeat from then on...

Mark:

	I went and got Estrella in time for dinner -- and had her follow me
around as usual.  This time, however, I didn't spend my time ignoring her
totally; my original plan to alienate her was by the boards, so I stopped
acting like a jerk.  Oh, we still did the one step behind and one to the
right thing, but if I stopped to talk to someone, I had her come around and
assume attention in front of me.  In fact, I got to doing things such that,
once she was settled, I would come up behind her and stand over her, usually
toying with a nipple while I took in whatever the problem was.  If she didn't
care much for that, she certainly didn't say anything...

	Eventually, we joined the family for dinner - somewhat late, but no
one seemed to be in a rush.  I had Estrella kneel on my left for a while,
then sit on my left knee; the big issue with the latter was that Javier
wanted to emulate me and his mother was still a bit bigger than he was at
fourteen.

	I was in a bit of a mood -- playful, more than anything else.  We
were out at a fairly public table and I had a thought that tickled me, not
only for the effect on Estrella, but for what I knew would certainly happen
between Javier and Graciela.  I pulled Estrella in close and whispered in her
ear, "Suck me!"

	Estrella merely smiled and settled between my legs, unsealing my
uniform trousers.  She'd barely begun to suck when Javier got Graciela's
attention and pointed at the activity; Graciela settled to her knees without
complaint and Javier's eyes closed and he bit a knuckle as her head began to
bob.

	Marisol was up out of her chair in a flash, announcing, "I'm
watching!"  She got down on her knees next to her grandmother and watched
with glowing eyes as I gently manhandled Estrella's head -- not because she
needed it, but for Marisol's benefit.  Estrella's eyes laughed at me from my
lap.  I split my attention between watching her and her granddaughter and
watching Javier make faces as the pleasure overtook his ability to remain
calm and in control.  It didn't take long at all before Javier went rigid and
began to shake; his eyes rolled up in his head and he uttered a prolonged
grunt while clutching his mother's head to his lap.  There was a smattering
of applause; we'd garnered some attention, although not as much as one might
think -- there were just too many naked people in the room.  Of course, the
activity, ironically, tended to be in the vicinity of the few of us who went
around clothed...

	As I returned my attention to my lap, I heard an anxious whisper of,
"C'mon, Grandma, Pleeease!"  Marisol was importuning Estrella about
something... and I could guess what.  Estrella refused to stop what she was
doing; instead, she pointed at me.

	"What do you want?" I asked gently.

	"I want to play too!" Marisol whined.

	"This isn't play -- it's likely to get you fucked at some point!" I
retorted.

	"And that's bad?" Marisol replied.  Estrella managed to gurgle a
chuckle around my erection.

	"Do as your grandmother directs," I sighed.

	Nana got up and circled behind me, placing her chin on my shoulder
and sliding her arms around my chest.  "Do I have to go to my knees, too?"

	I was vaguely amazed at her familiarity.  "Your knees probably aren't
as arthritic as they once were," I murmured.  "In fact, for you to have come
here..."

	"Yes, you are correct," Nana breathed in my ear.  "I want you,
Marcus.  I haven't wanted a man in twenty years, but I want you.  Not
tonight, but soon; I feel younger almost by the moment and my womanhood is
making requests..."  Her hands were inside my shirt, rubbing my chest; I
looked down, past them as Marisol inserted her head between me and her
grandmother's chest and turned her face up so she could lave my balls with
her tongue.  Three women...  Sensory overload hovered close...  I felt the
tension mount; Estrella's mouth was like liquid heat, but Marisol's tongue
raised goosepimples on my scrotum.  I was close, but in control -- until Nana
started sucking my neck!

	There was no warning; one second, I was certain that I could last
another minute or so, and the next I exploded in Estrella's mouth!  The only
sound I got out was, "HUUUUHHH!!!!" -- not very communicative!  It was three
or four pulses after the explosion before I had any control at all; I looked
down at where Marisol had my balls cradled on her flat tongue -- feeling them
pulse, no doubt.  As I watched, dazed, she dropped her head and husked, "Save
me some, Grandma!  I want to taste it!"  And I surged again...

	As for Nana, I grabbed her head, turned mine, and stuck my tongue in
her ear!  "You're EVIL!" I hissed.  She merely laughed, pulling away.

	We got a LOT of applause!  Estrella dribbling cum into Marisol's
mouth was a big hit, for one thing...

	I put myself together, got up, and pulled Javier aside, waving to
Estrella to stay where she was.  "I think you should plan to move the family
tomorrow afternoon," I said quietly.  "I don't really have to do tonight to
know what I'm going to do.  We need to be co-located or they'll gang up on
one of us..."

	Javier smiled.  "Wouldn't THAT be terrible?"

	"They're all sirens -- from your great-grandmother to your sister!" I
retorted.  "Fool that I was, I had them restart Nana's engine..."

	"I saw," Javier laughed.  "You were powerless!"

	"It was three against one!" I sputtered.

	Javier merely laughed.  "Tomorrow, then."

	"Tomorrow."  I nodded.

	I turned to leave, beckoning Estrella -- but it wasn't to be that
easy.  Marisol hopped up and pressed herself against me, turning up her face,
her lips puckered.  "Good night, Mark!"

	"Good night."  I cradled her back carefully in an open hand and bent
to kiss her, trying hard to be fatherly.  It wasn't easy; with her back
arched, she was displaying an incredible amount of soft cleavage.  Add the
fact that she was deliberately pressing herself to my crotch and I began to
have some sympathy for pedophiles.  The girl was twelve, after all!  The fact
that the AIs considered her physically mature enough for sex didn't mean she
was MENTALLY mature...  She opened her lips and slipped her tongue out, the
little minx; I broke the kiss immediately and stepped back, in full 'fight or
flight' mode!  "Dammit, Marisol!  Can't you wait a week to grow up?"

	She pretended to think about it, then, "No..."

	I shook my head, rubbing my forehead.  "Estrella, now!  We need to
get a head start on her!"  Grinning, Estrella strutted past me; Nana stood in
the background, grinning at me.  "You are lost, Marcus -- admit it!"  I waved
a finger at her and got out of there.

	I took Estrella home and straight into the shower with me -- but this
time, I pressed her against the fiberglass and dove on her neck.  We played
wet, soapy games for a few minutes, then got out.  "So, do you want a
blowjob?" she asked.

	"Not this time."  I crawled on the bed and beckoned to her, then
tucked her against my shoulder as I had her daughter the night before.

	"So, things are different," she mused.  "Why?"

	I sighed.  "A couple of days ago, the primary focus of my efforts was
to get you to do what you did last night -- preferably while failing me, so I
had an avenue of escape.  But things have been changing, and Graciela ushered
in a major one; at some time last night I realized that perhaps I really
didn't want to achieve that second goal.  I started out thinking I was
uninterested in getting involved in your family matters, yet I kept sticking
my oar in -- and Nana kept making sure there was a whirlpool.  Last night, I
would have told you it was all Graciela -- but it wasn't.  Without Nana's
wisdom and devious intelligence, Graciela wouldn't have stood a chance.
Without your stubborn pride and regal bearing, I'd have never stayed linked
in long enough for Graciela's fire to sear me.  Even Marisol's youthful
curiosity and impatience figured in my change of heart -- and Javier needs me
-- that is also clear.  So I'm not here to toss you out of my bed, or abuse
you, or humiliate you; we've moved on to acceptance.  I want to know --
honestly -- if I want you in my bed regularly.  And for that, I have to give
you a break."

	"I think you'll want me," Estrella said diffidently.

	"So do I."

	"I want you..."

	"That's a good thing," I replied, smiling.

	"Let me show you."  Her hand found my cock, which was already half-
hard.  Then her mouth found it -- but we didn't leave it at that.  I pulled
her back up and she squatted over my cock, impaling her hot, wet channel with
it, then rode it, her fingers interlaced with mine as she posted on it.
Estrella was totally different than Graciela -- and just as good.  Where
Graciela was wild and fiery, Estrella possessed a controlled fury -- a focus
that she brought to bear to bring forth intense sensations.  At her peak,
Graicela was wild and fiery and sensual --and uncontrolled -- but Estrella
was careful to let nothing detract from the perfection of our union.  She
didn't batter my pubic bone in wild abandon -- she rose and fell on it at a
controlled rate that ensured that we both got every good thing to be had from
the contact and nothing bad.  It wasn't that she was distanced from her
efforts, either; she wasn't expending effort to tune things at the expense of
her own pleasure.  No, the adjustments were all part of the ride, part of her
effort to get the absolute maximum amount of pleasure from our efforts --
which she did, too -- several times!  There was no question whether she was
peaking, either -- it was all right there, down to the gush of her fluids
over my balls...

	When she tired, I rolled us over and tried to do her efforts justice
-- and I succeeded another two times, finding my own explosive release as her
pussy clamped down on me that final time and she mewled in pleasure.  She
made the cutest grunts...  I stretched out atop her and she let me know I was
welcome; while her wirier, more spare body wasn't as plush as Graciela's, it
was firmer, more compact, less likely to be damaged, it seemed to me.  She
nuzzled my neck and stroked my flanks and sighed.

	"What's up?" I asked.

	"Javier is many things, but he is not yet a man," Estrella murmured.
"I love him and he is incredible in bed, but somehow..."

	I chuckled.  "Things were good already -- you really didn't have to
stroke my ego."

	She captured my face in her hands, her expression serious.  "It is
nothing less than the truth.  Javier will get better, but you already
KNOW..."

	"All right."  I chuckled, knowing that she was being sincere.  "I'll
be back -- it's time to take a leak."

	"Why don't you leave one?" she retorted, eyeing me sidelong and
smirking.

	"Good plan."  I levered myself up and away.  As I finished, she
entered the bathroom to take my place, settling on the toilet to void and
allow my little white wigglers to drip out of her.

	"You make big deliveries," she noted.

	"We aim to please," I chuckled.  I was WAY too happy these days...  A
couple of minutes later, we were entwined on the bed -- something I didn't
expect to be comfortable, but I fell asleep, anyway.

	The other difference with Estrella was that she didn't consume all of
my resources in one huge conflagration.  About two o'clock Saturday morning,
I woke up with a hard dick sandwiched in the crack of Estrella's ass; I
reoriented it so it slid along her slot and in a couple of minutes she was
wet and whining.  I don't think she was even awake as I sank into her, but
when she DID wake up as a result, there were no complaints and after
discovering that lying on our sides just didn't cut it, we discovered that
doggie did...  It was good -- DAMNED good; I think I unleashed the biggest
flood of the night that time, with her perfectly oriented to get a womb full.
Afterward, she stretched back out and I followed her down, not even
disconnecting, and we both crashed again; it was two hours before my bladder
woke me up to find that I'd shrunk back down and was making her inner thighs
sticky.

Javier:

	How do I describe having sex with my mother?  On Earth, the answer
would undoubtedly be 'DON'T!' lest it mark both of us forever!  But it's
allowed where I am, so it isn't such a horrible thing -- besides, it only
happened once.

	I still have occasional sex with Graciela, but it isn't the same.
Saturday morning, Mark took my mother and my grandmother -- and my great-
grandmother, again -- down to Medical for two hours, and the women who
stepped out of those tubes after those two hours were people I knew, but they
weren't Mama or Grandma or Nana -- not to look at, or to touch...  Graciela
looked like she had at maybe twenty-two, and Estrella looked as she had at
thirty -- and Nana, after her second treatment, was almost unrecognizable!

	That Friday night, though, was the only occasion when I had sex with
Mama -- someone fully and completely Mama in all particulars.  It was
AWESOME!  We took our time; we cuddled and Mama asked me what I had
accomplished with Grandma and we took a longer, slower route.  We cuddled and
fondled and kissed and she showed me erogenous zones that my earlier teacher
had bypassed -- two long-time lovers adding a new dimension to an existing
relationship.  It was an exciting mix -- the new -- or at least, unremembered
-- exploration of her breasts and the other parts of her that had been hidden
or forbidden since I was a baby -- against the background of her utter
familiarity.  It was her smell, the texture of her skin, even her taste that
added a layer of comforting familiarity -- the aura of her love.  When I
entered her, we didn't race to climax -- which surprised us both, I think.
Instead, I took things slowly, and we elicited every sensation from our bond
and I managed to master myself while exploring her every inner surface.  THEN
we moved on to an act with more urgency, but one where both of us were in
control and every move was a deliberate effort to share pleasure with a loved
one.  When it was over -- when I'd spread my seed on the very field from
which I had once been the harvest -- I could only look upon it as an ultimate
act of love.  Afterward, I slept like a baby in her arms.

	Now...  I wish we hadn't altered her.  She isn't Mama any more...  In
some ways, I'm sure that's a good thing, but despite the fact that she
continues to offer her guidance and support -- and sex, even -- she's not the
same.  And that night of love can never be replicated.

	Maybe I'll feel better about it in a few days.

Eleanor:

	Master authorized me to conduct searches and interviews; the AI
assisted, showing me the things I needed to see in the CAP scores of the
couples involved.  This wasn't real simple; Master wanted to be able to have
his way -- in every way -- with both -- or, with luck, all three -- of them.
And with any luck, we wanted him to be able to repeat the process, including
overcoming their weak resistance, multiple times.  This wasn't about one
person -- it was about an ensemble cast, each with a role to play...

	I spent most of Saturday morning looking -- and came up with the
Brocks.  The AI and I agreed that, properly handled, they would meet Master's
needs for a time -- which was all anyone could hope for.

	I arranged for an interview in the late morning; if I came away from
it believing that they were right for Master, we would schedule a second
interview for him at his convenience.  Knowing Master as I was beginning to,
it might be three days later, after they'd stewed a bit...  When I arrived,
the three of them looked surprised. "Where is the sponsor?" Janine, the
mother, blurted.

	I affected the correct haughty attitude.  "My master sent ME to
ensure that his time isn't wasted.  You will meet him once I know he will be
pleased."

	"Oh." Janine replied shortly, somewhat taken aback.  "All right.  I'm
Janine, this is..."

	"I have seen your video," I interrupted, waving it off.  "I wish to
interview you each alone."  Janine had run the video, just as she was trying
to run the interview; she was a pear-shaped, brown-skinned thirty-two year
old bleached blonde with somewhat shapeless breasts in the 'D' or maybe 'DD'
cup range.  With those breasts supported by a decent bra, she probably had an
eye-catching cleavage, but free-swinging, they looked like a couple of loaves
of Italian bread hanging off her chest, pointed gently outward.  The good
news was that her nipples weren't QUITE at the bottom...  I have a lot less,
but it's considerably better presented.  She had a thin growth of mouse-brown
pubes below her somewhat bulging belly -- just enough to give away the fact
that her hair wasn't blonde, if the dark roots weren't already showing.
Knowing Master, he would have a snide comment about THAT!

	"Um, okay," Janine replied, trying to recover.  "Who first?"

	"Give me a moment and I'll let you know."  I circled her, inspecting
her without touching her as if she was livestock.  "Hold still!" I snapped as
she began turning with me.  I'd seen a projection with the AI, but I still
wanted to see it in real life.  Janine's ass was probably her largest
feature, but it wasn't TOTALLY ugly.  It more or less matched everything else
when you considered that it was part of why she was pear-shaped.  She had
heavy thighs, of course, but they weren't particularly ugly and flowed into
merely muscular-looking calves.  Her hands and feet were well-presented.

	Moving on, I examined Penny.  Penny was nearly as tall as her mother,
but better presented, probably because of her age.  She had round, grapefruit
breasts riding fairly high with the nipples in the right place.  Penny was
stocky but NOT pear-shaped; her hips didn't extend much if any past her
shoulders and there was some indentation at her waist.  She wasn't a fashion
model by any means, but she had a decent shape and was womanly; her figure
had more in common with mine than her mother's.  The fluff below indicated
that she wasn't coloring the curls above, and her hands and feet were nicely
turned out; she also had a snub nose with a dusting of freckles.  The AI said
that if she'd been in a family on a colony world, she would have probably
been allowed sex early, as she was ahead of the curve.  I agreed -- she
looked fifteen, not fourteen.  She was... ripe, like a Georgia peach -- just
as her mother was a bit overripe...  The AI said she was making straight 'A's
in concubine-track Sex Ed at school, too.

	Her father, on the other hand, had never ripened.  Andrew 'Drew'
Brock was a bit small everywhere -- including there -- and was balding and
virtually hairless.  He was a little pudgy and had small man-boobs.  There
wasn't a whole lot of personality there, either, I figured, given his CAP
scores.  Finishing my close-up of Drew, I announced, "I'll speak to Penny,
first.  Let's go next door."  I led her next door and closed it, "AI, I don't
want to be disturbed and I don't want Janine in here, in particular."

	"Acknowledged."

	"Kneel up, Hon," I directed.  "You want to practice being perfect for
my Master.  He's going to want to train you to be the perfect concubine.  Do
you like sex?"

	"I haven't done vaginal sex," Penny related, blushing.  "Next week, I
was going to get a permission slip to have a sponsor-track student take my
virginity in Sex Ed."

	"What HAVE you done?"

	"Well, oral -- that's nice.  And anal -- I kinda like the prep, even
with the cramps.  I don't hurt a lot like some of the girls," Penny replied.

	"That's GREAT!  Master is going to want to bring you along, open you
up to every experience you can have; he wants you to be sensual," I told her.
"Have you ever doubled up?"

	"Yes."  She blushed.  "Not in class."

	"Good."  Switching subjects, I said, "Your mother doesn't seem any
too sexual.  I'm warning you -- Master is likely to be pretty firm with her
until she starts really getting into things.  I'm hoping that you and I can
provide the examples of perfect obedience that she needs to succeed."

	"I'll do my very best!" Penny swore.

	"I'm sure you will, Hon.  Now, as to your daddy..."  I grimaced.
"Master doesn't really have any need of him, obviously, and he'll be testing
him -- HARD -- to ensure that he's going to get no trouble from him.  I don't
want you to fret over it -- it doesn't reflect on you."

	"I understand!"

	"I'm sure you do," I assured her.  "Send in your momma, please."  I
waved her out.

	My opening salvo with Janine was, "You won't be sitting at the top of
the totem pole in my Master's house."

	She eyed me.  "That's up to him, isn't it?"

	I smiled.  "Yes, it is -- but that won't help you.  Penny isn't going
to have any problems -- she has the proper attitude, and she has been in
school for this.  But you haven't, and you have bad habits."

	"You're just trying to secure YOUR position," Janine retorted.

	"If that was my job and I feared you, I would just tell Master that
you were not acceptable," I replied, grinning like a shark.  "Do you like
sex, or is it just the price you pay to maintain your quality of life?"

	"Are you calling me a whore?" Janine gasped.

	"Most women are, Janine," I replied.  "I was.  It isn't money,
directly, but it comes to the same thing.  I don't think you've been paying
much at all, lately...  Well, the rent will go up considerably if Master
decides to accept you."

	"You don't know what goes on in my bedroom!" Janine protested.

	I just looked at her.  After a moment, I moved on.  "Penny won't need
a lot of correction -- and Master is likely to use you as his object lesson,
rather than damaging her directly by abusing her, since she is bright and
willing.  There is also the matter of your mate."

	"Drew?"

	"Surely you realize that my Master has no use for him.  My Master
will also be inclined to test him -- sorely -- to ensure that he is not going
to be a problem in the household.  You may be the focus of some of those
tests -- again, because he may wish to preserve the purity of Penny's
obedience."

	"Why are you telling me this -- to scare me?" Janine blustered.

	"Because my Master won't bother to explain," I replied.  "He will
just exercise his will.  Unless I tell you, you will wonder why, on occasion.
You may take my warning as you like -- but I have offered it."  I waved at
the door.  "Please send in your mate."

	Janine glared at me and left; Master was going to have fun with her!
In a moment, Drew came in.  "Janine says..."

	"What does Janine say?"

	"That you're trying to scare us."

	"That's fair," I replied.  "It's not accurate, exactly, but it's
fair.  You, in particular, need to understand this:  My Master has no use for
you."  Drew flinched.  "Part of the reason that the three of you have been
selected is that you are the male least likely to challenge his authority --
but nonetheless, he will make your life hard until he is satisfied."

	"Hard how?" Drew croaked.

	I eyed him dispassionately.  "Master is doing you a favor; if you are
released by Janine and must live in an environment with a lot of male
concubines who have no master or mistress and no women, you will BECOME a
woman, for the purposes of one or more of those men.  Surely you know this?"

	"I -- I..." Drew stammered.

	"Master is not a homosexual," I told him, "but then, neither would
some of those others be.  What would happen to you would be an exercise in
dominance and submission -- you understand dominance and submission, don't
you?  I'm pretty sure Janine has presented it to you on any number of
occasions..."

	Drew blushed.  "That's rude..."

	"I am merely paving my Master's way," I replied blandly, "so you
understand why you will be treated as you are.  My Master will undoubtedly
test you -- to include provoking you outrageously by doing things you will
consider improper with Penny and Janine, and by direct embarrassment and
humiliation and purely physical intimidation.  It will likely be very
difficult at first, until Master is satisfied, after which it may or may not
slack off."

	"But he won't..."

	"I can make no prediction as to what he will or will not do," I cut
him off.  "Just because he is not a homosexual or a bisexual doesn't mean
that he would not see the value in having you submit yourself to him,
physically -- or even, perhaps, to someone else..."

	"What should I do?" Drew asked.

	"What you are told," I replied, "Without regard for what it is.  You
will most likely be ignored, generally, by my Master, once he is certain of
you -- and that's better, maybe, than having a dozen boyfriends, don't you
think?"  I waved him out of the room and followed him into the main room.
"Oh, Drew -- may I see your erection, please?  Erect?"

	Drew blushed and looked at his mate and daughter.  "I don't know
if..."

	"Janine, would you assist?" I asked.  Janine glared at Drew, then me.
I turned to Penny and opened my mouth...

	"Oh, very well!" Janine erupted, and went over to kneel before her
mate.  She fiddled with his little weenie with her fingers for a moment, and
when that failed, she deigned to take it into her mouth.

	"You don't offer this service to your mate regularly?" I asked, mock
incredulously.

	"No..." Drew answered for her while she glared, his cock in her
mouth.  "Janine doesn't like it..."

	"THAT could be a problem..." I mused.  Drew had erected, by then, in
Janine's mouth, and she backed off; I estimated that it was just under five
inches.  "Thank you both.  I'm going to relax a bit over there while you
discuss whether you want to move forward with this or not..."  I went to a
corner of the room and settled into Attention, deliberately projecting the
idea that this was what I -- and my Master -- considered to be relaxation.

	The trio withdrew to the far corner of the room and conversed in
whispers.  Janine was agitated, of course; Penny was enthusiastic -- and Drew
fearful.  I merely waited...

	They broke.  "Okay, we're prepared to go forward," Janine announced.

	"I will contact my Master and see when it is convenient for him to
interview you," I replied.  "I should warn you that it is likely to be rude
and intrusive -- which would be one of his little tests."  I smiled.  "Feel
free to contact me should you get a better offer before Master's interview is
scheduled."  I gave them my link number and swept out, grinning to myself;
chances were there would be no such offer, even if the women dispensed with
Drew...