Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: The Academy
Part: 65 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 65


Bitch (Eleanor):

	Once in Medical, Master had the three of them put in tubes BEFORE
discussing changes with the medics.  None of the three of them were going to
get any input into their adjustments.  From where I sat, that was fair; he
hadn't asked ME, either!  "So, what's the standard?" he asked the medic.

	"Well, adjustment of the throat and the rectum -- and maybe the
vagina -- to match your penis..." the medic noted.  "That's part of what we
did to her..."

	"Ho, Bitch!  What do you think of my cock?"

	"I like it, Master!"  It was bigger than I'd been used to, but that
had been a GOOD thing!

	"Hmmmm.  Let's talk about timing," Master mused.  "I want them to
grow into it.  I want it to be a little difficult at first and gradually get
easier to handle.  Can do?"

	"Sure," the medic nodded.  "How long?"

	"Two, three weeks," Master decideded.

	"If you're using them fairly regularly, they'll probably adjust
themselves," the medic opined.

	"Perfect.  Make sure they come up just short -- all three of them.
In fact -- do you have my specs there?"  The medic nodded.  "How much can I
add before the Bitch notices?"

	"It's only been a couple of days," the medic mused.  "Have you been
in any one hole much?"

	"Once or twice apiece, maybe."

	"Not much, really."  The medic made a note.

	"Size everybody short of that, then.  I'll take a little tube time
after we finish discussing things." Master directed.

	"No problem.  What else?"

	"Start with the young one, I guess.  Any standards?" Master asked.

	"You like her breasts?"

	"Yeah."

	"If you want them to ride high after the milk load, we need to
strengthen the back muscles and the pectorals.  What about her buttocks?
Want 'em shrunk?" the medic asked.

	"She's generally fine," Master replied.  "Just tune her up and fix
broken things or scars and such -- and the tits."

	"Okay."  The medic started the tube; the AI would have the program,
apparently.  "The older one?"

	"Let's see her pushed back to eighteen," Master mused.  The AI
projected Janine, life-size, regressed.  She was better, but not great.  "Do
something for those fun bags," Master grunted.  "Get 'em up and in a bit --
more like Bitch's, but not as hot and tight."  I enjoyed the implied
compliment, but was a little miffed that Janine got to be younger than me.
Ah, well...  The resulting fat cones sagged a little but not badly and had a
more defined shape than Janine's original equipment -- but they were bigger
than mine and pointed out to the side more.  "More nipple," Master grunted,
"I like a little gristle to play with, don't I, Bitch?"  I nodded,
remembering earlier that afternoon.  "Andrew was right -- she only lost maybe
thirty percent of that ass," Master mused.  "Carve some more off, but keep
the shape -- I don't like 'em blocky.  Maybe another twenty -- it still needs
to jiggle."

	"No problem."  The projection adjusted.  "Anything else?"

	"The curtains now match the carpet..." Master mused.  "Take off the
armpit and leg hair and anything she has on the face that isn't a lash or an
eyebrow.  Leave her fur patch but trim the edges some..."  I wondered why my
pussy was as slick as a baby's...  "Fix obvious problems, but leave her a
little bit of a belly so I can bitch at her about it."  Even at eighteen,
Janine had a bulge.

	"And the male?" the medic asked.

	"Something diabolical..." Master mused.

	"You know," the medic noted, "we did something the other day...  It
was at the concubine's request, but if you wanted to..."  He held up a touch
screen or something.

	Master's eyes lit.  "Perfect!  Well, a bit too much, maybe, but it
gives me ideas...  He's no great shakes in the meat department, but I want
him slowly shrunk down over the next couple or three weeks to about that size
-- maybe a little thicker.  No hood yet -- I want it to still be recognizably
a penis.  I want it a little itchy, too -- just enough that he can't keep his
hands off it.  That one shrinks down to a nub, right?  Then I want..."
Master mused for a moment.  "I want his ass to be sensitive.  Can you make
his prostate want attention?"

	"We'll come up with something," the medic grinned.

	"I want him to kneel up on his own after a few days," Master grunted.
"We'll find a dick somewhere to stick in him, if I don't do it myself.  Size
up the man-boobs -- just enough, and slowly.  More nipple.  Not clearly
female, but..."

	"Questionable," the medic supplied.

	"Yeah."  Master grinned.

	"Hair?"  The medic asked.

	"If we back him off to twenty or so and we do all this crap -- he
doesn't have much body hair...  Encourage the stuff on his head, kill the
beard, thin the pubes and pretty much remove anything too coarse and male..."

	"In a couple of weeks, he'll be running scared," the medic mused,
grinning.  "This rig here gets hard and sensitive, but doesn't erect if the
pussy is in use, but pops a boner if the ass is in use -- or can be used in
one."

	"I don't want him to be able to do much at all for a pussy," Master
grunted.

	"That might have to be largely psychological," the medic replied.

	"Okay, we'll fine-tune as we go," Master chuckled, clearly into this.
"What about the women?  Do you tune them so they LIKE anal or oral sex?"

	"We tend to add nervous tissue to the areas that support making it
pleasurable," the medic nodded.

	"Did you do it to Bitch, here?  DON'T TELL HER!" Master yelped.  The
medic evidently pulled up records and showed Master the notes.  Master looked
up.  "Get in a tube, Bitch.  I don't want you to know whether you've been
fucked with or not!"  At that point, I lost any ability to determine what
Master was up to...

	When I came out, Master either hadn't gone in or had come out
already.  We decanted Penny next, then Janine, and finally, Drew.  "Now
what?" I asked Master quietly while we waited.

	"Nothing," Master replied.  "We get our quarters reorganized and we
have dinner, and aside from holding Janine to a few basic standards, we do
nothing.  I want to instill a false sense of security."  Master grinned
evilly.

	So we went home.  Master screwed with us some in the corridors, but
that was no big deal.  Reggie was fine when we got home -- I figure the AI is
a good babysitter, if the kid involved has any sense.  Master wandered off to
his inner sanctum, leaving me with our charges -- deliberately, I had to
assume.

	Janine started right away.  "What does Troy usually do at night?"

	"That's 'Master' -- not 'Troy.'  You'll get into trouble that way," I
insisted.  In the meantime, I triggered the AI to pass the conversation to
Master.

	"His name is Troy!" Janine insisted.

	"Not as far as you are concerned," I retorted.  "The only time he is
to be referred to as 'Troy' would be if some sponsor asks you, 'Who is your
master?'  Otherwise, you REALLY need to think of him as 'Master' -- right
Penny?"

	"She's right, Momma.  You'll develop a bad habit," Penny supported
me.

	"Oh, come ON!" Janine rolled her eyes.

	"Is there a problem?" Master asked from the doorway.  "In particular,
Janine, do you have a problem calling me by the name I TOLD you to call me
by?"

	"I... Uh, no..." Janine backpedalled.

	"Bitch and Penny are right," Master proclaimed.  "You don't have the
right to refer to me by anything but 'Master', except in the case of someone
in authority requesting identification.  I, on the other hand, can call YOU
anything I want!"  He cocked his head.  "You can be a real cunt, can't you?"

	A blind man could see where THIS was going!  "I...  Sorry, Master!"
Janine blurted.

	I smiled to myself; I KNEW Master wasn't going to be able to lay off
all night...

	"Just the same, I think it will be instructive if I rename you
'Cunt.'  Bitch, here, didn't do ANYTHING to earn her name -- at least you can
point to this incident as the reason for yours."  Master looked around.
"Shit Bird!"

	"Troy?"  Reggie stuck his head around the corner.

	"This is Reggie.  No matter what I call him, YOU refer to him as
Reggie -- understand?" Master impressed on Janine.

	"Yes, Master."  Janine hung her head.

	"Reggie, this is Cunt.  Cunt isn't really a nice name, but she's on
my shit list right now.  You're allowed, specifically, to call her Cunt, even
though it isn't necessarily polite.  If someone asks, tell them it is the
name I gave her," Master instructed.

	"Okay, Troy."  Reggie nodded, beaming.

	"Do you know what a cunt is, Reggie?"

	"I think so..." Reggie replied carefully.

	"Presentation Three, Cunt," Master directed.  "Penny, help her get it
right."  When Penny and Master were happy with Cunt's position, Master
straddled her facing Reggie and split open her labia like a peach.  "This is
a cunt -- cunt, twat, pussy, furburger -- technically a vagina.  I know you
know what it is for.  Basically, it's there to give me pleasure and for
babies to pop out of.  In Cunt's case, we're looking at a kind of unofficial
second definition -- that being a woman with a bad attitude.  Cunt doesn't
know her place yet, so we're reminding her until she catches on.  Got that?"

	"Yes, Troy!" Reggie nodded, grinning.

	Master gave Cunt a good swat on the ass -- and grinned, listening to
her yelp while he unwound himself from above her.  "Bitch is not a cunt.
Penny is not a cunt.  Only Cunt is a cunt.  I'm going to reiterate something
here for your benefit, Reggie -- your momma is not a bitch.  I just think she
benefits from having a name that reminds her of her status.  Unlike Cunt, she
did nothing to earn her name.  So, to sum up, Cunt is a cunt, but Bitch is
not a bitch -- got it?"

	"Yup!"  Reggie nodded, proud of his momma.  I was a little
embarrassed.

	"Cunt, it might be wise for you to listen to Bitch in the future --
as she has YET to seriously piss me off..."  Master headed for the door,
waving a dismissal.  "Carry on..."

	Cunt got up.  "How long have you...?"

	"Just a couple of days," I replied.  "My time will come, but I make
it my personal mission to be perfect for Master -- and believe me, motivation
helps!"  I turned to Penny, "Doesn't it, Hon?"  Penny nodded vigorously.

	Master managed to lay off and stay out of sight for most of the
afternoon -- but I knew he was planning, because I would get the occasional
private question via the communications network the AI uses.  Dinner was
quiet, too; we hung out -- as usual -- in the vicinity of what appeared to be
an extended family that included 'the Lieutenant' and two female Civil
Service people.  I asked him why and he sat back, amused.  "We have history.
See the male concubine?  We used to chase women together.  He did what you do
now -- soften up my victims.  See the chunky cunt sitting with the crewman?
I've fucked that -- it wasn't too bad, either.  Believe it or not, that Civil
Service cunt started out as a concubine -- and those guys with her are her
boy toys.  Rumor has it she fucks like the Energizer Bunny and needs multiple
dicks.  She and the other Civil Service type and the chunky round cunt and
that dumpy one next to the Lieutenant are all related -- the link being the
doofy guy with the queer beard who is a scientist type.  The narrow black
bitch used to be a waitress at a place we used to hang out -- and the one who
looks twelve going on thirty used to come in with the dumpy one all the time
looking for dick."

	"Did you fuck her, Master?" I asked.

	"No."  Master settled back and looked thoughtful.  "You know me -- I
like my prey to struggle.  They were easy pickings.  The one night they
finally weren't, it was because they were with the Lieutenant..."

	"Oh?"  I knew there was more to it.

	"He kicked my ass -- twice -- and Tony's once.  I know how, now, but
by the same token, I know he was using restraint..."  Master was grudgingly
respectful.

	About that time, the Lieutenant noticed us.  Three seconds after
that, so did the Civil Service women.  They all three got up and came over.
"What's this?" the Lieutenant asked.

	Master waved expansively.  "My new family."

	The younger Civil Service woman shook her head.  "If Troy can do it,
ANYONE can..."

	"Yeah, well, I don't know if I envy them..." the Lieutenant mused.
He recognized me and cocked his head.  "How are YOU doing?"

	"Fine!" I smiled.  "I have no complaints -- and Master is
surprisingly talented at fatherhood."  I picked up Reggie with my eyes.

	"No sh--?"  The Lieutenant looked bemused.

	"These are a more recent acquisition," Master waved at Janine, Penny,
and Drew, not introducing them.  "A family group, per your recommendation --
including a male."  I noticed that Tony, Master's friend, eyed them warily,
and then locked gazes with me.  After a moment, he nodded at me.  He got it.

	The Lieutenant nodded.  "Well, carry on..."  He turned and left,
returning to his seat.  The others followed.  Once they were seated, I
watched Tony get his mistress' attention -- and watched understanding of the
situation flow from person to person.  The Lieutenant looked up at me when he
got the word and pursed his lips, frowning -- but he caught my level return
gaze and shrugged, dismissing the whole thing.

	"They know, Master," I whispered.

	"It doesn't matter," Master shrugged.  "It's none of their business."

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	When we got back to Master's rooms, they'd been rearranged to add
four little cubbies -- I don't think I would really call them rooms -- off
the main room.  None of them were the size of Reggie's room -- and none of
them had a bed.  I decided to be the one to ask...  "Where does everyone
sleep?"

	"Where you have been -- with me," Master replied.  "I had the bed up-
sized.  Those rooms are for when I'm irritated with someone..."

	"There are no beds," Cunt muttered.

	"I SAID they were for if I was irritated..." Master replied.

	"Oh."  Cunt got smart and shut up.

	Master's bed was HUGE!  We all kind of stood there, looking.  It was
probably the size of two Kings -- and long...  "Andrew, you're across the
foot," Master explained.  "I want to know if I'm copping a feel of an ass
that it's female.  Don't mess with my feet -- it would probably irritate me."

	"Yes, Master."  Drew had no problem with the proper response formula.

	Master eyed him.  "Be fucking careful about it -- if I DO find your
ass, I'll assume that you offered it."  Turning to the rest of us, he said,
"We might as well watch video or something.  Left to right, we have Penny,
me, Bitch, and Cunt.  Questions?  Mount up.  Cunt, you can undress me first."
After that, Master truly DID lay off and we just watched some canned TV and
went to sleep.  I was surprised; we didn't even fuck -- any of us...

Maureen:

	Troy towing a family was a big surprise; we noticed at dinner.  Jack
drew my attention to it and we went over and said hello.  I was pretty
amazed; he seemed to have a woman and her son AND a couple and their
concubine-aged daughter.  We staggered through the meeting and went back to
sit, then Tony leaned over to me and said, "Mo?"

	"What Honey?"  Yeah, I know -- we aren't Mistress/slave in operation.
Sorry about that; it just doesn't work for me.  We're... emotionally
attached.  He knows his role.

	"That one woman -- the one with the boy?  She's his... assistant.
She's doing what I used to do when we went out together.  She's...
facilitating.  The other three are toys.  They don't know it yet, probably,
but he's gonna abuse the shit out of them -- like he did Judith, but probably
more in-depth and for a longer time."

	"Okay, THAT makes sense..."  I related this to Momma and it made the
rounds.  I asked Jack, "What should we do about it?"

	Jack shrugged.  "Nothing.  It's not our business what he does with
his concubines as long as he doesn't kill them or something else outrageous.
Mind-fucking them is allowed...  Think about it -- we did it to Judith.  Did
he hurt her, physically?  No.  Did he screw with her head?  Some.  Was it
ultimately a good thing?  I think so..."

	Reluctantly, I had to shrug it off...  Really, if I got stupid about
it, then I would have to blame Tony for all those times he helped Troy get
into some girl's panties...

Farris:

	Sunday morning's staff meeting rolled around and we did what we've
been doing in the Brinkman group -- looked at the dwindling group of
unregistered concubines.  "Okay, what about Cynthia?" Doctor Chambers asked.

	"If you knew the rumors she's spreading about Toni, you wouldn't
bother with her," I erupted, my annoyance with her mouthing of the previous
day spilling over.  I got some looks, so I defended myself, "Yes, I'm aware
that I'm capable of stupidity, too -- but I'm working on it."  I paused a
moment and added, "It isn't as if Cynthia's function is vital to Brinkman;
she may be better served by being made available to the general population."

	Dr. Chambers eyed me, surprised.  "Was it that bad?"

	"Well, I wouldn't be happy if I were you or Toni, but perhaps not," I
admitted.  "I just don't see anyone lunging forward...  If she were a
research assistant, that would be one thing, but receptionists are
replaceable."  I looked around.  "Tell me if I'm being unreasonable."

	Rhonda murmured, "Dr. Lieberman could well be right.  He is certainly
correct in that no one who knows Cynthia is in any hurry to accept her."

	Dr. Chambers shrugged.  "All right.  Harriet, then."  There were
several groans.

	"She's certainly more presentable than a number of the women in the
main group, at this point," I noted.  "And despite her failings, I have to
say that she tends to err on the side of trying to be helpful, rather than
trying to paint things badly."

	"I can't get that picture out of my mind..." someone groaned.

	"Well," I pointed out, "It is no longer accurate.  AI?"  A projection
of Harriet's current state appeared.  "Use this to wipe that..."

	Dr. Chambers cocked his head.  "That's the second time in five
minutes that you've surprised me, Farris.  Why leap to Harriet's defense?"

	"She... helped me..." I said hesitantly.  "She can be a little rude,
but some of us need that splash of cold water in the face.  I'm... trying to
improve -- break some of my bad habits."

	"Well," Dr. Chambers shrugged.  "If she's valuable to you, perhaps
you should..."

	I sat there, blinking in shock.  Apparently, I'd painted myself into
a corner!  "I, um, will give it some thought."

	Dr. Hopkins noted, "If she's helping you and providing some value...
You are correct in that she is a positive contributor.  Her current
appearance does not appear to be anathema to you..."

	"Yes, yes!  No pushing, please!" I snapped.

	Dr. Mortensen eyed her manicure, "You were looking for a
concubine..."

	I became so flustered that I nearly spilled coffee on myself.  Toni
hopped up and came over and fussed over me, acting VERY female, to the point
of intruding in my personal space while wiping the table, "There, there, Baby
-- you're okay.  Thank you so much for defending me!"

	"You're entirely welcome," I croaked -- but I was worthless for the
rest of the meeting.  I staggered out of the room and up and down corridors,
blind, my mind totally awash with the implications of this crazy idea that
they'd all come up with to push me into...

	Had it really worked like that -- or was I in the grip of the 'fight
or flight' syndrome and running like mad?  I'd had SEX with Harriet, for
God's sake!  Who else could claim that?  And it hadn't exactly been a fate
worse than death...  Rigorous logical analysis led me to the belief that,
whether I feared the idea or not, it had a certain elegance.  Imbued with a
certain fatalism -- if not insanity -- I turned my steps toward the mess; she
would be there for lunch...

Harriet:

	I was sitting discussing with young Britney the ridiculous lack of
common sense that seems to be the rule in males sporting a high IQ when she
looked up and got this odd look on her face.  I turned around and there was
Farris, bearing down on us, an odd look on HIS face!  'Uh oh,' I thought,
'Here we go again...'  Figuring to cut him off before he publicly embarrassed
both of us, I said, "Now, Farris, we've HAD this conversation..."

	He stopped, but regarded me steadily.  "Not THIS conversation," he
retorted.  After a pause, he visibly gathered himself, "Harriet, I'm here to
offer you a position as my concubine."

	Rocked, I gibbered, "That's going a bit far, isn't it?  I mean..."

	Farris cocked his head.  "What ARE you talking about?"

	"I, um..."  He had me there: I wasn't going to go announcing our
little tryst in public!  "I thought..."

	"That's probably relevant, but it's part of a larger matter, don't
you think?" Farris pressed.  "Don't you see that the idea has merit?"  He
cocked an eyebrow.  "For someone who sees the state of others so clearly, you
have a large personal blind spot."

	"I thought you just wanted..." I sputtered.

	Farris sighed.  "As I indicated, it certainly doesn't hurt anything,
but it isn't my only motivation.  You've been extremely helpful to me, and I
believe it can be mutual.  When you get down to the very basics, you need a
sponsor, do you not?  Based upon what you know about me, who would make a
better sponsor for you?"

	"I just never..." I stammered.

	"Exactly.  Who would want to deal with my foibles?  But you are,
already, aren't you?  You've already taken on the project.  Where would you
be better positioned to continue that effort?" Farris argued.  "Yesterday,
someone called us the odd couple -- I remember being struck by the truth of
that designation.  We have complimentary skill sets -- and the potential, at
least, to be a couple..."

	I sat there, dazed.  "You're serious?"

	"Yes."  His gaze went right through me.  "Is anyone else?"

	He knew the answer as well as I did -- and it was no.  I'd been given
a major overhaul and looked better than probably sixty percent of the
unassigned women (the assigned ones tended to get much hotter looking fairly
quickly), yet I had no bites.  Farris -- if he was really serious -- was
making the best offer I'd had since pickup -- the ONLY offer, in fact...
"Are you sure?"

	"I've examined the situation from every angle..."

	I shook my head.  Couldn't he have just said yes?  "All right."

	Farris frowned.  "All right, what?"

	I gathered myself.  "I accept.  I'll be your concubine."

	"Duly recorded."  The voice of the AI made me jump.  Someone at the
table added, "And may God have mercy on your souls!"  There were giggles.

	"Now what?" I wondered aloud.

	"Now you go back to his place and see if you're sexually compatible,"
Britney quipped.

	"That's been done already," Farris said blandly, "So, what's edible?"

	I added my screech of "FARRIS!" to the chorus of audible gasps, then
ducked my head, unable to meet about a dozen pairs of amazed eyes.  I
centered my attention on my new sponsor who looked mildly irritated.

	"What?" he snapped.  "Surely you realize that protecting your
reputation is no longer an issue now that you have a sponsor.  If a concubine
isn't sleeping with her sponsor, what IS she doing, after all?  Besides,
anyone really LISTENING to your half of the previous conversation would have
divined the fact that we'd had sex -- without any revelation on my part, as I
went to some pains to avoid it..."

	"It's still, well, rude..." I objected.

	"Doctor, do you consider it to be rude to discuss Britney's sexual
performance?  Or Rhonda's?" Farris asked.

	"Well, it's bragging..." Dr. Hopkins permitted himself a small smile.
"Not really.  No, not at all..."

	"Harriet is... surprising," Farris embarrassed me almost to death by
announcing.  "Were one to know her response curve, certain other issues would
no doubt have been overlooked, and she would not have been available for me
to collect."

	"I'll never be able to hold my head up in public again!" I croaked.

	"I should think you would be proud..." Farris insisted, his hand
collecting my left boob.

	"Farris!"  I grabbed his hand.

	Farris stepped up behind me and covered my mouth.  "QUIET!  Harriet,
have you been paying ANY attention in classes AT ALL?  Just nod..."

	I stopped trying to bite him and tear his hand from my boob.  After
four or five seconds, I nodded, looking around the table.  No one seemed to
be outraged, although a bunch of people seemed amused.  "You've been
listening to the curriculum, no doubt, but bad habits have caused you not to
apply the knowledge to yourself," Farris said reasonably.  "Put your hands in
your lap, now..."  I did as he asked, slowly, and he began gently fondling my
left boob again.  "What you have thought to be unseemly behavior in public
all your life is no longer relevant," Farris said quietly.  "I'm going to
uncover your mouth now, but I want it to remain closed -- do you understand?"
I nodded, and his hand slipped to my neck and began caressing it.  "You are
not a single woman," he stated, "You are not married.  You are kept.  You
are, for the want of a better explanation, property.  There is no such thing
as unseemly behavior, after the fashion to which you are accustomed to
perceiving things.  If I decided that you should practice your fellatio --
right here at the table -- it would not be unseemly, even if I then decided
to kneel you up and sex you.  You have a new role."

	I got wet.  There was something in his tone -- and something in what
he was saying.  I looked at Britney, who grinned and wrinkled her nose, then
sat back -- to reveal the fact that her hand was in Dr. Hopkins' lap.  "I
will if you will..."

	"She won't," Farris intervened.  "I was merely making a point.  At
some point in the future, perhaps."  He leaned down and whispered in my ear,
"All your life, you've done for someone, and lately you've been at loose
ends.  Well that's over -- you do for me, now.  Go see what you can find for
me on the lunch menu."  Then his lips electrified my neck...  He let go and I
staggered up, virtually blind, and stumbled off to the replicators.  When did
Farris get... masterful?

	I was immediately screwed; I had NO IDEA what Farris ate!  Racking my
brain, I tried to remember seeing him eating -- and realized that, like many
others, I'd done a serious job of trying to ignore the pompous bastard that
he was...  Finally, by default, I selected for him the same quiche that
several of us had picked from the 'recommended dietary offerings' list.  When
the replicator will pump out more food items than you can possibly imagine,
the variety becomes paralyzing, apparently, so the staff pretends that there
are 'specials.'  Diffidently, I dragged the tray back after adding an iced
tea with lemon and two sugars -- something I DID remember...

	Farris accepted my offering without comment, and I settled back next
to him; no one seemed to be paying any attention at all.  Conversation was
centered around the recent hot topic -- collecting concubine couples from the
main group.  Farris took a bite and said quietly, "We'll probably have to do
that.  How would you rate your motherhood skills?"

	Blind-sided, I stammered, "I'm bossy, but that's probably not
good..."

	Farris patted my leg.  "Exactly.  We'll want to find a woman who can
do the nurturing and let you run the other household functions.  I would
prefer to be a little more confident before admitting another male into the
household, but..."

	We were in our own little world in the middle of the crowded room; it
was eerie.  The others were behind glass, it seemed like.  "People would
understand..."

	"Perhaps, but I'm in a leadership position," Farris argued, sighing.
"No doubt I will have to set an example."  He was eating with one hand -- and
distracting the crap out of me by rubbing my thigh with the other.  "I'll
have to make sure that I'm in a position of supremacy.  We'll go down to
Medical after lunch and have them drop a few more years; is there anything in
particular that you would like to see adjusted?"

	I was awash.  "That's up to you, isn't it?"

	"It is," he agreed, "But that doesn't mean I can't delegate bits and
pieces of it."  After a moment's thought, he added, "Maybe we should get used
to what we have, first."  The hand rubbing my thigh shifted and wrapped
around me to squeeze my ass.

	"You can't want that..." I muttered, controlling the urge to try to
pry his hand away.  I've been accused of invading people's personal space --
but I realized that I'm not used to having it done to ME!  Looking around, I
could see several of the males -- and at least one female -- being pretty
familiar with a concubine; Farris was right about it not being any big thing
-- but it was STILL going to take some getting used to!

	"You'd be surprised," Farris retorted quietly, giving my ass cheek
another squeeze.