Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: The Academy
Part: 87 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 87

MAJ Howard:

	Friday morning, I went down with the first wave to make my report to
COL Sharpe; I had the clan lined up in the transporter room at 0830 hours.
The Colonel was present, of course, standing stiffly erect, awaiting my
arrival.  You've seen the type -- he makes me look like a slouch.  He's rail
thin and upright and tight and the creases on his uniform trousers would cut
you and they're NOT that way because of some fancy fabric creasing
manipulation using Confederacy technology -- oh, no, he has some poor slut
starching and ironing them!

	I saluted -- something he returned as if he were an automaton before
sticking out his hand to shake.  "Welcome back, Major.  From your transmitted
reports it appears that you were wildly successful."

	"We even collected a target of opportunity," I replied, "a scientific
foundation looking into Sa'arm communication, but poorly equipped and funded.
The Navy has agreed to suck them in and fund them, and they provided a number
of quality sponsors."

	"Did you have any personal luck on that front?" the Colonel asked.
"It crossed my desk that you tossed the latest pair back in the pool..."

	"Quite a bit, actually," I murmured.  Myra had come through and was
standing on my left; I snapped my fingers and indicated a rally point a few
feet away and she started directing children as they arrived to gather there.
For once, the boys were too busy goggling at things to be boisterous.  Carol
came through after Myra's boys and her girls and took up station at the rally
point as the Kapahu boys and Magadhi followed.  Predictably, Magadhi resisted
Carol's efforts to corral her and came to me to collect my hand.  Fulmala
detected this on arrival and made to collect her, but I waved it off as the
Kapahus came through behind her.

	I turned back to the Colonel -- who was FLOORED!  "All this?" he
asked faintly.  "This represents a departure for you..."

	"Lieutenant Harper saw to it that I was educated a bit en route," I
replied.  "It seems that my selection criteria have been flawed.  Once I
realized that I was much more likely to get a woman with a proper attitude if
I avoided looking for a fashion plate, a few tests turned up a number of
extremely satisfactory prospects."

	"Children?" the Colonel eyed Magadhi.

	I picked her up and put her on my hip where she could regard the
Colonel soberly with her big eyes.  "I'll get used to it.  My staff is adept
at raising them, in any case."

	The Colonel's eyes lingered on Winona.  "There are some interesting
specimens here."  His eyes drifted to Daniel.  "A male?"

	"We have a lot of them," I pointed out, "and my selection procedure
brought me several ravenous sexual appetites.  I'll need Daniel to keep the
natives from getting restless without exhausting me constantly."

	Myra snorted and Carol yelped, "You got THAT right!"

	The Colonel looked distinctly uncomfortable.  "If I may..."  He waved
me over some distance from my little family circus.  "Some of your women
represent a serious departure from your historical tastes.  Most of them are
distinctly, ahem, pear-shaped..."  He eyed Magadhi.  "There would also be the
ethnic mix..."

	"My matchmaker -- who I recommend highly, by the way -- went looking
for women who were of the opinion that sex is a pleasurable activity, not a
chore," I replied.  "A certain lack of availability tends to whet the
appetite, apparently.  The reverse is also true; women hot-looking enough to
be constantly engaged in the battle of the sexes tend to treat sex as a
chore.  My little collection was all somewhat larger than they are today, and
therefore most of them were either doing without sex or had it in limited
supply.  I had them downsized to something comfortable, not anorexic --
something ELSE I learned in transit -- and have a happy little group of
females who look forward to finding me in bed."

	"Hmmph," the Colonel murmured, his eyes coming back from my harem and
finding them drawn to Magadhi's huge orbs.  "Comfortable..."

	"Comfortable," I agreed.  "I don't know about you, but I have
discovered that runway models tend to be bony.  They tend to damage easily,
too, and to be unable to deal with rough handling.  They also suffer more
when bearing children.  All of these issues probably add to their general
reluctance to get into the sex act and let go -- and allow ME to let go.  If
you pad them a bit, everyone seems to benefit.  Mine can all touch their toes
and they're all pretty flexible -- they just handle hard use a bit better."

	"I see..."  The colonel mused.  Magadhi was working her magic on him;
she reached out and he allowed her to grab a finger.  "This matchmaker of
yours..."

	"We picked up a couple of fine Civil Service Sub-Decurions --
including a mother-daughter team named Hopkins.  The elder one, Vera, knows
all about sex and all about women and, well, she does a fine job.  I allowed
her to make adjustments to mine before I saw them, so I wouldn't be visually
prejudiced.  It's turned out to be just amazing!"

	"Indeed."  The Colonel had issues similar to mine, only worse,
perhaps.  I could tell that he found my experience eye-opening.  "What about
household discipline?"

	"The women are all experienced mothers.  Myra -- the black woman --
is First Sergeant.  She runs the household and keeps the children out of my
hair -- all but this one, who has her own agenda.  I'm learning to put up
with them -- and the women are aware of my requirement for solitude and make
certain that I get it.  This one..." I looked down at Magadhi, "This one
makes demands, but they tend not to be onerous.  She seldom SAYS anything;
she just wants comfort and security."

	"I see..."  I could tell by looking that the Colonel was of two minds
over getting his finger back.  "About Tillotson..."

	"Recommended for promotion," I replied, "as well as Lieutenant
Harper, who went above and beyond.  He brought in the Brinkman Foundation
link."

	The Colonel nodded.  "I'll see to it.  I assume that the provisional
Decurions should all maintain their positions?"

	"Absolutely," I agreed.  "They've been working hard all through the
voyage, solving problems.  The elder Hopkins will undoubtedly take over the
Civil Service brothel and pool -- she actually wants to."

	"Very well."  The Colonel turned his attention to Magadhi.  "I must
go."  She released his finger.  "Carry on, Major."  We exchanged salutes and
he moved off.  I gestured to Myra and she started the herd moving toward the
door.  Breakfast would be first, after which I would turn them loose in my
quarters while I -- and perhaps Fulmala, who appeared to be the perfect aide
-- would return to the Valhalla to resume supervising the disembarkation.

Mark:

	When the Major got back, I waited for the combined Harper/Hopkins
clan to transport -- with the exception of my two Sub-Decurions, who were out
on rounds, chivvying the tardy to the transporter rooms.  Then I collected
Javier and our women and pushed them through to the surface.  Nana kept
everyone under control, including Yvonne and Sarah -- not that Sarah, in
particular, was likely to drift far from Javier.

	It was good to be home.  I looked out a picture window at Nuevo
Angelino's slightly orange-tinged sky and sighed; spacecraft -- even big ones
-- give me a bit of claustrophobia.  Nuevo Angelino was a little spare and
barren and you couldn't stay outside for prolonged periods without an
environment suit because of trace gasses in the atmosphere -- but that was
pretty similar to L.A., wasn't it?  Confederacy technology created a little
gadget that you wore around your neck and it generated a field around your
head that filtered things, so you could go outside and hardly notice the
difference.  They were freely available by the door, so I affixed one to each
of our women's collars and led them outside.

	It was a little cool for nudity -- in the low sixties, Fahrenheit --
but nobody complained.  The women padded around in their flip-flops, kicking
up sand and examining the low scrub that was the primary vegetation in the
area and making 'ooohs' and 'aaahs' at various things in sight.  In the
distance was the ocean; it probably wasn't any more poisonous than Earth's,
but most of Nuevo Angelino's life forms did battle with each other there
instead of on land, which made the waters treacherous outside of beach resort
areas where big predators were held off by force fields.  I just needed some
fresh air; after a very few minutes, I had Nana gather the clan and we went
back inside and I led them through the internal transport system to my pod.

	Yeah, I'm a pod dweller -- an original colonist.  We put up big
apartment blocks for the second wave, but I like the suburbs, so I haven't
given up my pod.  Maybe it's because I need to get away from people
occasionally.  I escorted Javier and the women into my pod and left Nana,
Graciela, and Yvonne to organize a new floor plan with the AI, giving Javier
veto power, and headed back to the transit port to return to the Valhalla
with Estrella in tow, as she had 'the duty.'  "What do you think?" I asked
her as we waited for a slot to transport back up against the flow of new
colonists arriving.

	"I'll be spending a lot of time indoors, I guess," she sighed.
"Still, it's a world, isn't it?  Is the place all desert?"

	"More or less," I replied, "We're terraforming and trying to
introduce some decent vegetation, but we are also trying to preserve at least
portions of the limited local ecology."  I switched to comm, but left it
verbal for Estrella's edification, "AI, open up the solarium and swimming
pool on the south exposure of my pod and make sure it is habitable, then
brief Javier on its existence."

	"Acknowledged."  The AI fed the answer to me over my link and to
Estrella via her collar.

	"There is a filter field in the solarium that handles the gasses and
harmful solar rays.  The field is very effective -- and it allows a breeze to
pass, while filtering the trace gasses.  You'll be able to tan if you like
without worries," I told Estrella.

	"Oh!  Nice!"

	"You would be amazed what you can get nannites to do in their spare
time," I told her.  "A little patience will get you just about anything."

	"What about clothing?" she asked, her eyebrow arched.  Many
concubines on the surface wore the ubiquitous gray shift and some wore other
clothing, but were identifiable by their collars.

	... And many wore nothing.  "I'm a purist," I informed Estrella,
grinning, "I like skin."

	Estrella shrugged, affecting unconcern.  "As you wish."

	Ten minutes later, some laggard opened a hole in the transport
schedule and we were back aboard the Valhalla.

Oliver:

	Most of the family's concubines transported to the surface with Jack,
Chief Slocum, and I -- more or less in the vanguard of the Brinkman group.
Vera's concubines, Cletus and Mike, and Maureen's Tony acted as outriders,
helping the women keep the children from wandering too far.  We were an
impressive group, even without Vera and Maureen, who were working,
doubtlessly feverishly, to herd everyone off the ship.  The transport
schedule was more open than it had been when we boarded, as everyone was
being dispersed, but that brought its own issues, apparently; people tended
to stop on the receiving pad and gawk instead of clearing it for the next
person.

	Dave Chambers supervised the movement of our little zoo, including
his pair of hermaphroditic concubines and little Rory, the 'odd couple' --
Farris and Harriet, our reconstituted IT department -- the combined
Rawlins/Bradley brood, June Mortensen and the young couple she was now
apparently never without and their boy Zachary, and so on...  We went last,
being the largest group of 'Brinkmans' -- although technically, Jack and
Chief were Navy and Maureen and Vera were Civil Service.  Apparently, I was
still the patriarch, and as such, the family lynchpin.

	On the surface, Jack's familiarity with things led me to hand off
control -- such as I had -- to him; we were to be quartered in a large
housing block on the naval base located directly below where the shipyard
hung in geosynchronous orbit.  The Brinkman work site was some thirty
kilometers from there -- less than no time via transporter.  Dave announced
that he would collect us the next day for an initial familiarization trip to
the facility and that he expected us to take a week or so to settle in while
Bernie and Eugene pumped our existing data into new computers and learned how
to use them.  In the meantime, we would have ample free time to get our
families organized.

	The apartment was pretty similar to our quarters on the Valhalla,
actually, except for the balcony, which I understood was protected by some
kind of force field.  Modifications were possible -- even encouraged -- but
would take time to complete.  My place didn't need much, as I didn't have a
flood of children -- yet.  There WERE the Turner children, Adrian and
Claudette, after all.  Vera's situation was the same, as was Maureen's.  Jack
had a few and would require more spacious accommodations -- not that our
place wasn't spacious.  Chief and Judith were quartered in another apartment
block a few blocks away, which probably wouldn't hurt anything; they needed
their space, in my opinion.  They were more newlyweds than a sponsor and a
concubine.  In any case, Britney, Evelyn and Rhonda wandered around getting
used to what they had and making plans for minor alterations and I started
asking for incident data involving the Sa'arm from the AI -- and got a flood!
Things would be very different here on THAT front -- maybe we would
accomplish something!

Dean Atkinson:

	They transported the staff right to the new school, concubines and
all -- which seemed to make sense.  We'd discussed satellite campuses in the
six major settlements, but for starters, students would transport there, to
the school terminus.  The attendance office was right there, since it was
probably the easiest way to get a handle on our wayward charges.  It was
anticipated that attendance would probably triple -- but the plan was to see
students physically every three days in rotation and have them plugged into
the AIs doing assignments the two days they were home.  Nadine was already
buried in an effort to completely revamp the curriculum; we would be shifting
focus some.  American History was going to take a back seat to Earth History
(World History on Earth), and we had a requirement to integrate all kinds of
classes on technology.  The science department was inundated; every principle
we had ever taught required re-examination based upon data that had been
withheld on Earth for fear that the Sa'arm might discover some nugget of
knowledge during the invasion that tilted the advantage their way.  Was
Newton right?  Well, yeah, sort of -- as was Einstein -- again, sort of.  The
Confederacy was a lot further along toward a Unified Field Theory --
actually, they probably had one and were still withholding it.  In the
meantime, there were better tools and better data, and we would take what we
could get.  Increased knowledge made for changes in mathematics and other
areas, too, although probably not the kind of sweeping changes you get when
you go from tunnel vision to a sweep of a broad horizon that science was
getting.

	On the home front, things had settled out.  Nadine liked her girl sex
-- and I allowed it, within reason.  Sizing up a clitoris wasn't a bad thing
either, within reason, and we settled on something in the upper-normal range.
Nadine was too busy with work to hand out much abuse; Shelley got the
household as her province and Susan had plenty to do taking work feeds from
both Nadine and myself.  I foresaw that Nadine would have to step up to the
plate and get us a couple of concubines to share the various loads, but we
had done nothing in transit -- too busy making preparations.

	In the meantime, when Nadine came home cranky from the heavy
workload, I would step in and see to it that she got what she needed -- I
would sex her, usually after binding her in some manner to make her helpless.
I still wasn't clear on how that helped her, but it worked; the more brutal I
was during the act, the better she seemed to like it.  I'm no expert at such
things, but I have the AI for a resource; it notifies me when it thinks
Nadine wants something and advises as to what it deduces that something might
be.  I insisted that she put on a few pounds' worth of padding to make the
whole thing easier on both of us, as her narrow frame had nothing on it to
absorb shocks.  She actually looked better with about fifteen pounds of
additional flesh distributed here and there, tastefully and to utilitarian
effect.

	In any case, we took the Thursday before arrival off to relax, so we
hit the ground running Friday.  I personally stuck my head in every door of
the new school over a three-hour period after we arrived, then we all
gathered in the cafeteria for a staff meeting.

	People tended to bring their families; to a certain extent, they were
unofficial staff, at this point.  Old rules for conduct and decorum tended to
go out the window, so Jasper had his crew, the Montoyas and the Donovans,
with him, and Elizabeth Braxton was towing around that little henpecked
Langston kid and his mother.  Most of the rest of the hook-ups were staff-
internal -- female elementary and preschool teachers taken on by older male
middle and high school instructors tended to be the rule.  For me, Shelley
wasn't present, having gone on to look in on our quarters, but Susan was, of
course.  It was sometimes hard to remember that Nadine wasn't a concubine,
given our normal methods of interaction -- but she wasn't.

	Departments usually strapped for facilities were thrilled to death;
the athletic coaches were particularly ebullient since they usually had to
live within a budget while having a large outlay for expendables.  Here,
expendables came from a replicator at no charge.  Physical science teachers
were similarly happy.  The computer lab was TOTALLY different, and the
various laboratories would support just about ANY experiment.  When I pointed
out to the coaches that they had no other schools to play, Jasper put forward
the idea that we could create teams based upon the cycle the students were
on.  "We can have Varsity Basketball Session One, Two, and Three, for
instance, and the same with football and soccer.  Games can be played on off
days, which will avoid conflict with classes."  It wasn't a bad idea,
actually.  We decided to give the kids the vacation that they more or less
missed in transit over a week while we got things ready, and got down to
work.

Jack:

	Dottie and Tina and Jack Jr. were there at the transport terminus
when we came through.  I pulled my family out of the flow to greet them with
kisses and hugs and make introductions.  Tina was dazed, and Dottie bemused
-- and Beth flashed a little jealousy until I gave her ass a good pinch and
frowned at her.  Mack was a further source of amazement for my original
concubines -- a new man in the house?  I waved at the other women and said,
"Look at the headcount!  Do you think I'm Superman?"

	Tina blinked.  "You're not?"  Several people cracked up and she
smiled, turning pink.

	Meanwhile the clan was becoming a crowd, what with Oliver's brood and
Vera and Maureen's concubines and Chief and Judith.  "Let's roll," I told the
girls.  "We'll sort it out at home.  Most of us are headed for the same
apartment block."

	Catching Dottie and Tina up took a while; after some bare-bones
explanations of who was who -- especially on the Hopkins front -- I backed
out of things and let Frieda take over.  Dottie looked a little irritated for
a bit, then she came to me.  "Are you sure we're not gone?"

	"Sweetheart, I know you enjoy the career woman thing," I replied.
"Frieda can watch Tina and there is PLENTY of help available for the kids.
That frees you up to be a breadwinner."

	"And Beth?" Dottie cocked an eyebrow.  "I'm not stupid, Jack.  She's
staked a claim as Numero Uno -- right there..."  She poked my chest.

	I shrugged.  "These things happen.  It doesn't mean I love you less."

	"The others are all dealing with it, I notice."

	"The others all realize that without Beth, they wouldn't be here," I
explained.  "You have a different situation, but..."

	Dottie nodded; we were never really demonstrative.  "Why Beth?"

	I rolled my eyes.  "If I had a nickel for every time someone asked me
that...  She just is.  Things that other people would consider her worst
features are endearing to me.  I can't explain it."

	Dottie shrugged.  "The lisp is cute."

	"I think so.  Look, if you want to be Head Bitch, you and Frieda can
discuss it -- but I think you're better off looking outward and letting her
handle overall organization.  Beth will not challenge you for Number Two,
even -- she wants to be Head Baby Maker and Chief Child Raiser -- and Jack's
Favorite Squeeze."

	"What about Mack?" Dottie asked.  "He's kind of cute..."

	"Mack is outside the female chain of command," I informed her.
"Officially, he makes no demands, but fulfills requests -- but I think the
girls have set up a rotation for him."

	"What if he turns up a favorite?" Dottie asked, eyeing me sidelong.

	'Oho!' I thought.  'So Dottie REALLY likes what she sees!'  "As long
as that favoritism doesn't interfere with either of the two participant's
jobs, I'm likely to overlook it," I replied.  "If he starts having more kids
by someone than I do and I don't see enough of that someone in my bed and the
other natives get restless because he isn't spreading himself, there will be
trouble -- no one is exclusive in this group, with the possible exception of
Beth.  But I think Mack is smarter than that."

	Dottie nodded, her eyes hooded.  "Jack, about Tina..."

	"Yes?"

	"Given the crowd, she's a liability.  Why don't you cut her loose?"

	"Am I sensing friction?" I asked.  "Sweetheart, she's not your
problem anymore.  If Beth and Tara and Keisha have to raise another, somewhat
older child, they'll do so -- but that's my second kid she's carrying, so I
owe her."

	"I may need to... distance myself for a while," Dottie grimaced.  "I
REALLY got my fill..."

	"All the more reason that you should pass responsibility for her to
Frieda," I counseled.  "Let it go.  Do your outside day job.  Sample Mack and
see if he measures up.  Relax and worry about yourself and Jack Jr. -- and
let the other women handle him, for that matter.  Decompress.  But I want you
in my bed tonight."

	Dottie smiled.  "I'd like nothing more than that -- but..."

	"Tina can wait.  We'll have Frieda break it to her," I replied.

	"Great!"  We broke up and I headed back out.  Unloading wasn't
finished...

Maureen:

	Friday was one of those hurried nightmares you sometimes run into.
Pushing people who have never seen what Mark refers to as military discipline
is like herding cats -- they do everything but what you want them to.  We
were moving people according to orbital windows -- you apparently CAN punch a
transport beam through the core of a planet, but the preferred method is to
limit things to a few miles of crust, so we needed the target sites to be at
least close to the horizon as we orbited into position.  All too often, some
family would show up 30 minutes late and we would be halfway around the
planet.  They would have to wait and there would be a jam-up as latecomers
got pushed out on the next pass -- sometimes made up for by the fact that the
next wave was as late as the previous one.  People!  I swear!  (I did, too,
several times...).

	Some groups had it together -- notably the Brinkmans and the school
staff.  Dave Chambers and Dean Atkinson had their groups well-organized and
they -- including my extended family -- transported out on schedule.  It was
one of the few high points of the day.

	About one-thirty, I saw Troy chivvying his group through -- four
women and a young boy.  "Didn't you have a male?" I asked him.

	Troy got this nasty smile on his face.  "Drew?  He's around here,
somewhere..."  He flicked a glance at a mildly homely female that I didn't
remember from earlier encounters.

	"Do you want me to find him?" I asked.

	"It isn't necessary.  He's being taken care of.  I swapped him out
for Drucilla, here..."  Again, he glanced at one of the women.  Two of the
others acted a bit oddly and this Drucilla blushed a bit; the third woman
seemed to be totally focused upon her son.  Troy waved and herded his women
through transport.

	Bothered, I checked with the AI.  <Andrew Brock transported with the
group,> it replied.

	'I didn't see him,' I objected.

	<You did; however, you were unaware of the significance of what you
observed,> the AI retorted.  <Andrew Brock has been altered to be a visually
feminine pseudo-hermaphrodite.  He was referred to by his sponsor as
Drucilla.>

	'You're kidding!'

	<That is not the case.>

	'Show me.'

	The AI displayed poor Andrew Brock in all his/her glory, including
how all of the parts fit together.  I was appalled, but it was classic
Troy...  'What does Andrew think of this?'

	<Andrew Brock is very submissive.  He/she is dealing with it and is
apparently adjusting to the change without serious issues.  Penny Brock is
deeply upset about the loss of her father and blames Janine Brock for this,
although in reality it appears that objectively credit or blame rests upon
the sponsor.>

	'Undoubtedly, Troy did this for his own amusement,' I opined.

	<Definitely.  Troy appears to take pleasure out of creating such
conflicts.  He is using them to mold the Brocks into complete submissives,
capable of executing any instruction they are given, without regard for
anything but his authority.  It appears, however, that he is deliberately
toying with Janine Brock, in particular, for recreational purposes.>

	'And this is okay?'

	<They are concubines.>  There was a verbal shrug in the AI's
transmission.  <Only Janine is seriously unhappy about her situation -- and
Troy is apparently causing that deliberately.>

Drucilla (Andrew) Brock:

	Today, I became a woman, after a fashion.  We went down to the colony
in the early afternoon, and Master, following directions given by the AI, led
us to our new home.  On arrival, he announced, "Well, we made it -- time for
a celebration!  Drucilla?"

	"Master?" I piped.

	"The AI assures me that your new plumbing works, so I think we should
try it out, don't you?"

	There was only one answer to the question -- but I admit to a certain
anticipation, anyway... "Yes, Master."

	"Bitch, see to it that Reggie is entertained, then come on back.  His
room is on the right, there," Master directed, pointing.  "I asked the AI to
provide a game console."  Then he turned to Janine, "You can just park
anywhere, Cunt -- at attention, of course.  Penny, please help me with my
clothes?"

	Me, he beckoned with a finger.  I came to him and positioned myself
according to his gestured demands, which left me backed against his right hip
while he fondled one of my breasts.  Penny helped him out of his clothing,
then, at a gesture, knelt and sucked him in.  Meanwhile, Master shifted
grips, sliding his hand to my crotch and manipulating my new feminine parts
with his right hand while working my left nipple with his left hand.

	It worked, too!  I got hot and spread my legs to give him room and
his fingers made wet, sloppy sounds in my new split and even I could smell my
arousal!  Penny looked up at me as she made love to the plush head of
Master's cock; I looked back, letting her know it was okay -- which was easy,
since I was panting through my nose and my legs were shaking.

	"We're ready, I think," Master grunted; I knew that it was because
Penny wasn't holding back on the blowjob -- well she never did, bless her
heart.  She wasn't like Janine...  "Open the couch out flat, AI."  He
released me, but took my hand and led me to the couch, having me spread
myself on my back; my first sex as a pseudo-female would be missionary-style.
Penny followed, at Master's gesture.  "I want you to see for yourself that
I'm not abusing Dru."  He shifted his attention to Janine and snapped his
fingers.  "Kneel right here, Cunt -- at attention.  I have a feeling that Dru
is going to outdo you AGAIN..."  Bitch, who had returned unnoticed,
positioned herself behind Janine and to her right -- and everyone present
knew that the purpose was for her to be able to restrain Janine, should it be
necessary.

	Then he took me, in silence, rubbing the bulbous head of his erection
along the lips of my new femininity and along the underside of my cock/clit
to lubricate it in my fluids, then positioning it at my opening and pushing
forward, destroying my brand-new hymen.  I flinched -- it stung and I could
feel the tissue ripping -- but after the initial passage, it was just
irritation -- a sidelight that sometimes added to and sometimes detracted
from what he was doing to me -- which was fucking.

	I guess anal sex is fucking, but this was different for me, if only
in my head.  Master took his time; this wasn't about abuse -- not of ME,
anyway.  Penny caressed my cheek and I took the hand and kissed it to let her
know it was all okay and then rolled my head to the right to take in Janine's
expression; yeah, this was a good part of Master's game.  Janine looked as
though she was going to vomit.

	I wasn't -- I was AMAZED -- thrilled to death!  This was GREAT!  Why
on Earth a woman would want to avoid THIS was beyond me!  I loved it!  "So,
what do you think?" Master asked me, his hips pumping him deep into my new
vagina.

	"More!  Harder!" I croaked, panting.  I felt as though I was on the
verge of an orgasm already!  Being fucked was better than fucking!  I put my
feet on the bed and threw my new pussy up to meet Master, utterly shameless
in my need...

	"I don't think... I'm hurting her..." Master puffed.

	Penny, watching me closely, her eyes huge, nodded distantly.  I
locked eyes with her and tried to say something, but stars were beginning to
gather around my eyes and I couldn't muster a thought.  My mouth came open
and wailed, "Oooohhhh, GAAAAAAWWD!!!" and I stopped seeing anything at all
for a moment while the tsunami poured over me!

	Master waited until I came back down then unceremoniously unplugged
himself and turned to Janine, directing, "Suck the blood off, Cunt."  Janine
balked, of course, closing her mouth and shaking her head -- so Bitch applied
a hammerlock, and seemed perfectly willing to separate Janine's shoulder if
she wanted to go that far.  Finally, red-faced and sweating, Janine accepted
Master's erection.  "I've finished the job for you," Master announced.
"Drucilla is a woman.  Isn't that nice?"  He cupped Janine's head and shoved
his cock deep, causing Janine to gag.  "At some point, Cunt, you are going to
learn to do what you're told -- and apply yourself -- or you'll end up
destroyed physically in the learning process..."

	But he didn't abuse Janine for long; in a moment, he turned back to
me.  "More?"

	"Please?"

	"Certainly."  His cock slid home in me again and began to pump, and I
clutched his arms and made embarrassing noises and didn't care...  "You're
just about perfect, Dru," Master reported.  "You don't get pregnant, don't go
on the rag, take it up any hole, and you're a total slut, aren't you?  The
best of both worlds.  I named you well..."  Then he was silent, except for
puffs and grunts until he exploded in my depths against the only cervix in
sight that didn't open on a womb.  I was almost saddened by that...  When he
was done, he waved Penny forward and she cleaned him orally without
complaint.  Rubbing her back while she sucked him, he said, "Now, all four of
you go get enemas -- I want you all clean.  We may do what we did the other
night, again, and I want Cunt ready; I think we may throw a little impromptu
housewarming party for the neighborhood!"  I waddled up obediently and leaned
on Penny as we headed to the bathroom, pretty certain what the immediate
future held for Janine.  Well, she would learn to cooperate and not withhold
herself, or she wouldn't...  My daughter and I were closer than ever.