Chapter 48

In the meantime, the AI piped up with, <Jack Harper, the idea of using a five year old to create a video may have merit.>

"Oh?" I'd been talking out my ass...

"Young Abe appears to be a viable candidate for the creation of such a video, given proper support."

"Um." I was a little dazed and confused. Abe was there in the room, having viewed the video -- which, let's face it, hadn't even been rated 'R'. I shrugged. What the Hell... "Abe, the AI thinks you can make a better video than that lady. What do you think? It will help..."

Abe cocked his head. "Maybe."

"We can put together some already collected video, Abe. You can be the narrator," the AI offered.

"Narrator?"

"The person who talks, describing things." the AI clarified.

"That might be fun..." He wandered off. I told Tara that he was making a video and that she should assist as necessary and headed off for Colonist Control -- this time with Beth along to keep my hands busy. All of my women were looking improved -- even the ones I hadn't made serious adjustments to. I'd noticed at mess that there were fewer real horror-shows present, although we weren't there for the heaviest flow.

The AI alerted me that the product was ready a bit after eleven so I watched it -- and laughed my ass off! At twelve, I put it on the mess walls... "This morning I made an idle boast, so my five-year-old and an AI got together to prove me right!"

The video started with Abe standing off-center of the screen in a T-shirt and shorts. "Hi! I'm Abe. This is my sister Elise..." A short clip of little Elise waving appeared. "And my sister Shawna..." There was another short clip of Shawna in a high chair, eating. "This is Momma..." Tara proceeded to go from Presentation One through Presentation Three on-screen, smiling -- and the AI made sure you saw every square inch as it videoed, including close-ups of her pink parts -- yet the whole thing took maybe ten seconds. "Daddy hasn't been around in a while... This is Jack..." I appeared on screen, in uniform -- surveillance video, apparently, since no one had asked me for any. "Jack is what you call a sponsor. A few days ago, Momma made an agreement with Jack that he would take care of us if she did what he told her to do. Some of that includes adult stuff..." There was a short montage of me fucking Tara and Tara giving me a blowjob. "Momma doesn't mind, and Jack is a nice guy -- I like him. He treats Momma better than Daddy did, and he's a LOT nicer than Momma's old boss. This is Keisha..." We got a split-screen of Keisha, standing, naked, slowly turning, Keisha giving me a blowjob, and Keisha and I fucking. "This is Frieda..." There was another split-screen with similar footage. "And Beth. They all help Momma take care of me and are really nice..." Somewhere, they got a shot of Beth knelt up doggie with a beatific expression on her face while yours truly pounded her pussy, making her ass jiggle. "They all do adult stuff with Jack and they're pretty happy about it. Beth is pregnant -- and she's REALLY happy! Maybe this stuff really isn't so bad, huh? Bye!" Abe grinned and waved and the video faded out.

I came back on with, "Okay, maybe Abe isn't selling anything -- but as you can see, a lot of you probably aren't REALLY looking at a fate worse than death... Clearly, if you ask an AI for some help, you'll get a better product. I had absolutely nothing to do with this little production after authorizing it. I didn't even pose for the shots -- they're all surveillance videos. So, has the old man poked you since you came on board? Maybe it's worth looking at..." I left them with that.

Monday morning we got underway and I could stop standing watches in Transport Room Fifty-Two. Transport activity in transit was limited to the ship's internal transporters and while they required an occasional glance, they were preset; you just punched a button and stepped on the pad and stepped off on the far side -- a kid could do it. I had a team wandering the corridors doing maintenance checks -- like a transporter had EVER failed -- and put my feet up in my office and eyeballed some concubine personals. I had finally had to get rid of Trixie -- we just didn't mesh -- and I hadn't replaced her. No, I didn't recycle her or anything -- Crewman Reynolds had the hots for her, so I handed her off. Frankly, I didn't expect her to last with him, either, she was such an airhead.

Lieutenant Harper's collection of porkers got me to thinking -- of course, as it turned out, most of 'em didn't belong to him, anyway, but rather to some Doctor Hopkins. They were all related, somehow, evidently, so I went looking for chicks named Hopkins, because the young one had something -- something I couldn't put a finger on -- that made her hot.

But I couldn't find an ad for her, which was sort of irritating. Well, there was more than one way to skin a cat; I did a search on Sub-Decurion Hopkins -- and got two! Pictures got me the younger one -- the one I'd pissed off; hopefully, she wouldn't hold a grudge. Still it was best to do this personally, so I got a location from the AI and headed over to where she was going through classroom areas. "Sub-Decurion!"

She turned, looking weary, "Yes, Crewman?" Her boy toy turned too, looking wary and protective. She cocked her head, adding ruefully, "Sorry, I don't have the ranks down yet."

"The Marines would call me Gunny, but on this tub, I'm a Chief Petty Officer," I replied. "Chief Slocum."

"You look familiar..."

"Transport Room. I have a big mouth," I replied, prepared to take it like a man.

"Oh, yeah. Lieutenant Harper apologized for you," she replied, pursing her lips. "What can I do for you?"

"About your sister," I said lamely, "I can't find her personal ad. Only so many Hopkins..."

The woman pursed her lips again, eyeing me. "Judith got married young. She got the looks in the family, but she's not the brightest bulb in the circuit -- not that she's stupid, just... gullible, I guess. It didn't work out, and she was partially to blame." She seemed to shake herself; there seemed to be some undercurrents, like irritation that her sister had married before her, that she was cuter, that she got more attention... The boy toy stepped up behind her and rubbed her back and she glanced over her shoulder at him -- but he didn't stop and she didn't say anything to him. Instead, she looked back at me. "Try Collins." Then she cocked her head and her eyes flashed and she said, "Slocum. That's a fine old redneck name."

"Yes, Ma'am." I took the hit with good grace.

"Good luck, Chief Slocum. I really mean that." She turned and headed off down the companionway, her boy toy heeling her.

Back in my office, I called up Judith Collins. Some things are just too cute for words -- and her personal ad was one of them. It wouldn't garner a lot of positive attention, but I was... enchanted. Yeah, enchanted -- that's a word I don't use much. There was something about her... I punched the assigned extension, seventeen sixty-eight...

"Hello?"

"I'm answering your ad," I replied, cutting to the chase. The AI did whatever it is they do to set up video transmission and reception on almost any surface of the ship's interior. She was in a class with about a hundred other concubines, apparently, about ten feet from the vantage point, facing to my left. Glancing left, she obviously picked up my visage on the wall, then got up out of 'Attention' and approached.

"The AI feels that answering the phone is more important," she related. I was somewhat surprised, since every other female in sight was rubbernecking. "I'm kind of surprised," she added, "I've been told it sucked."

"I'm a niche audience, I guess," I replied, smiling ruefully. "Do you remember me? I told you a couple of days ago that I'd like to see you naked."

"In the transporter room?" Judith dimpled. "I remember. Here I am..." She did a slow three-sixty.

"I was hoping for a close-up," I replied.

"Do you want to look, or did you have something more personal in mind?" she asked, smiling.

"Now that you mention it..."

"When?" She stopped and I knew that she was communing with the AI. "Apparently my schedule is open."

"Fifteen minutes?" I offered. "Suite seven ninety-six?" I merely parroted the address the AI gave me as it flashed in my brain.

"I'll be there." The video link dropped. I went to the nearest head to see what I looked like -- why was I acting like I was on a date? I'd HAD concubines -- and I'd had any number of women in the last couple of years...

So I was going to a private viewing with a prospective sponsor. The looks the other women in the room gave me ran the gamut from envy to scorn. The AI, however, expressed approval. "You did well, Judith Collins," it announced generally. "Even to the point of what you call flirting. Congratulations." Someone clapped, and several took it up -- but someone hooted, "Whore!"

"That will be enough, Allison!" the AI erupted. "You will be difficult to place; you have a poor attitude."

"Why, because I'm not a slut who will open her legs for any dick to come along?" Allison snarled "This is disgusting! It's pimping! It's..."

"Operator..." the AI muttered.

Suddenly, Allison's face got red and her eyes rolled up and she flopped bonelessly to the mat she was kneeling on. "Medical Corpsman to Concubine Classroom Seven Seventy-Eight," the AI intoned. Thinking about it, I knew it didn't have to transmit that dialog in the classroom -- it was saving itself explanations. "Ladies," it resumed, "Let's talk about bad attitude -- and your collars... Do not touch the clasp, or you will get a shock! Judith Collins, you have an appointment..."

I got out of there. My brain was seething as I followed the AI's directions to Suite Seven Ninety-Six. Obviously, the collars had some kind of control device built in... 'AI? About the collars?'

<There is a device that delivers an electric shock on command, similar to dog collars for what you call 'invisible fences,'> the AI related. <In extremity, they can be used to provide a seriously unpleasant punishment experience. It was time you learned of this. You should be aware that sponsors do not normally have direct control over the device and that a human operator must activate it upon the recommendation of an AI conducting surveillance. You should also be aware that separate means of effecting the execution of a concubine in the process of an act that might seriously harm or kill a sponsor or a child are available.>

'Do I dare ask?'

<Observe.>

At the AI's mental prodding, I stopped in the hallway and looked at the wall to my left. A video window opened. A male concubine was approaching a sponsor with a wicked-looking knife. There was a POP! -- and the concubine's head came off his neck, very messily! I closed my eyes and leaned against the wall, nauseous. "God!"

<Again, individual sponsors only control this function under special circumstances. Male concubines tend to be less amenable to control -- and might shake off the electrical stimulus long enough to do damage...>

"Uuuuuhhh..." was all I could get out around my clenched stomach.

<This was perhaps not the most opportune moment for this period of instruction,> the AI muttered. <You will be late for your appointment if you do not hurry!>

"Right..." I staggered forward, leaning against the wall, taking deep breaths. I got to the suite before I was really settled; the door slid open and I staggered in to find my interviewer already standing there.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

"I just found out about these..." I pointed at my collar.

"Personally? AI..." After a moment, he nodded. "Oh. Yeah, that's ugly. I bet it didn't tell you that the explosive has only been used maybe three times since they've been deployed." He came forward and wrapped a hand around my upper arm. "Frankly, I think they suck. Are you okay?"

"I just wanted to vomit -- real bad..."

"I'm sorry..." He stood awkwardly, clearly wanting to comfort me, but restraining himself. I WANTED comfort, though; without even thinking about it, I stepped into his embrace. The guy was nearly a head taller than me and he had big hands -- but the one that rubbed my back was gentle. I tucked my head against his barrel chest and explored his back with my hands; he was solid under his uniform. Nothing much got said for a minute or two, until my stomach settled and I raised my head -- then he instantly released me. "Sit." He waved at a chair and settled into another. "Tell me about you. You were married?"

"Right out of high school," I replied. Had I said that in my ad? "I was a good Grade 'B' I guess, and I collected a guy and we thought we were in love -- or maybe I just did. I was kind of stupid about a bunch of things, though. He wasn't that great a catch in the first place -- my sister tried to warn me -- and he started fooling around..."

"When did you leave him?" my interviewer asked.

"I guess technically the night before I stepped on the disk that brought me here," I replied ruefully. "I've been told it was partially my fault, anyway..."

"Oh?"

"Momma wasn't much good at discussing sex while I was growing up," I explained, "even though I guess she's an authority on the stuff. She was pretending to be something she wasn't, and that included pretending to be almost a Puritan..." I looked up at him; I'd been talking to my lap. "Suddenly, I'm hearing that it's okay to enjoy sex -- but I'm confused..."

My interviewer sat back, looking a little confused. "I would want you to enjoy it -- a lot! I can't think of any guy who wouldn't. I'd be particularly pleased if you enjoyed it with me..."

"So what about the old idea that if you like it, you're a slut and not a lady?" I asked. "That's more or less what I got growing up..."

My interviewer shook his head. "Somebody ought to be shot. Why that stupid myth persists to this day..." He gathered himself. "So you were avoiding sex. Do you like it?"

"Yes." I shrugged. "Momma now claims she was a big fat liar while I was growing up. Maureen says I'm an idiot for not realizing. Beth... I think Beth fell in love first, but it was a race."

"You seem pretty confused," my interviewer offered.

"Jack -- you know Jack, right? Lieutenant Harper?" I asked. Getting a nod, I went on. "Jack kind of put me through a night of slut training the night before I got here. I did a lot of stuff. I let myself go at the end and, well, it was all good, even if it was a little extreme..." I paused, musing. "I don't know what to think about that."

"So what is your link to LT Harper?" my interviewer asked.

"He's my sister Beth's sponsor. He kind of took the whole family under his wing," I explained. "Daddy was sponsor-class, but wasn't scheduled for anything -- but Jack did something and they took the whole place where Daddy works, I guess. Momma -- I don't know what happened. She was all fucked up..." I covered my mouth. "Oops! Anyway, when we got read in on Friday night, Momma was acting totally different than she ever had, basically -- apparently because Jack and Daddy had been making her dance to the concubine tune for most of the week and she stopped pretending to be frigid or something. There's apparently a LOT more to that, though, because suddenly Momma is a sponsor!" I shook my head, dazed and confused. "My other sister Maureen was sponsor material, but she wouldn't have been picked up, either, but for Jack..."

"So you wouldn't be here except for your sister Beth?" my interviewer asked.

"Uh huh," I agreed. "That's weird, since Beth makes me look like Christy Brinkley AND she has a lisp... Frieda, her girlfriend, SWEARS it was love at first sight..."

My interviewer frowned and a picture of Beth -- naked -- appeared on the wall and rotated through three hundred sixty degrees, slowly. "Huh! THAT's the one!" he grunted. Then he blinked. "And she's pregnant, too!"

"WHAT?" I sat up. "No kidding? It HAS to be Jack's! I KNOW she told me she lost her virginity to Jack, like, Monday night! Does she know?"

<Yes,> the AI intruded. <Lieutenant Harper does, too. Paternity is definitely established, along with the timeline for the loss of Elizabeth Hopkins' virginity.> My interviewer snorted and I rolled my eyes.

"They know all, see all -- and sometimes tell all," my interviewer related. "Back to you. What was this 'slut training'?"

"We went out to this place that Beth and her girlfriend used to go to. Momma went there sometime during the week, I think, and got about the same deal. There were a couple of guys there who seemed to specialize in rolling right over women -- kind of double-teaming them doing a 'good cop -- bad cop' thing. Jack basically turned them loose on me. At the time, I suspected that my husband was playing around, but wasn't SURE -- but Jack got pictures and gave them to those guys and..." I ran down.

"And you rolled over and let them fuck you for revenge."

"Yeah."

"That's fair."

"I was pretty stiff and limited to vanilla before that night," I admitted. "No blowjobs, no anal -- missionary style, please, you know? I've added a few things to my repertoire..."

"And you're wondering what that makes you," my interviewer guessed.

"Yeah. Especially since I enjoyed it."

"Normal, more or less," he replied. "That's what it makes you."

I nodded, not really convinced. "Okay, that's probably it for me... I'm not much of a catch, I guess."

My interviewer shrugged noncommittally, "Not necessarily. Just because your self-image has a few dents..."

"So...?"

"Well, the interview process as I understand it is limited by what I want and what you'll tolerate -- which puts you in some control, since you're not registered. Want to hear about me?"

"Uh huh." Okay, so, it wasn't sparkling repartee.

"Chief Petty Officer Howard Slocum, Confederacy Fleet Auxiliary," he announced. "I'm assigned to this tub, and since it's HUGE, normal limits on how many concubines you can have with you are waived -- usually, it's one, but this tub is big enough to be a colony in its own right, and it's my duty station. I'm fifty-four -- or I was. Physically, I'm about twenty-five now -- and parts do better than that. I was military before..."

"What do you want?" I asked.

Howard shrugged. "The basics. A woman to look after me. Good sex. Kids. It'd be nice if she loved me, but I've seen it work when she didn't. It's attitude, mostly." He cocked his head. "You know most guys aren't really that complex, right?"

"Why me?" I asked.

"I like what I see. I like a good bit of what I hear -- and what I get a sense of under it. And I like what I've touched, thus far," Howard replied. "Your sister's sponsor rubbed my nose in something the other day. Most guys transport up with some skinny thing -- or they take something that isn't and make it that way. There are supermodel knock-offs all over the place -- and that means there's something missing. Taking a skinny chick and growing her probably wouldn't make them happy at all, and taking something really big and trying to get it to look good somewhat smaller with only a vague idea of what you want isn't gonna be much better. You, well, you're about perfect, from where I'm sitting. Improvement will mostly be locking what you've got in place, I figure, since you're there already..."

"I'm... about perfect..." 'What?' "I don't get it!"

"What's to get?" Howard asked. "If you don't want a bony Barbie doll with oversized boobs... I want something tight and compact and nicely shaped with some meat on her. There's just a lot about you that is hot if you're not wearing blinders. I mean, you're what? Nineteen? When I was nineteen, I'd have been an idiot -- but I've learned better. Trust me -- when it comes to being a woman who can deliver just about any way you can think of, you're right up there..." He reached out and took one of my hands. "Look at this -- it's perfect. Smooth, not too long and bony in the fingers, but not stubby. See how they kind of turn up at the ends? The toes do, too. You've got nice calves..."

I got up, but didn't pull my hand away. Instead, looked down at myself. "They're big."

"They're muscular -- and smooth," he argued.

"Next you're gonna compliment my ass!" I laughed.

"It's a little big," Howard shrugged, "but it's round and not square -- and you don't have big saddlebags on your hips. Maybe we'll shrink it just a leetle bit..."

I turned around so that it was right in front of him and looked at it -- and him -- over my shoulder. "You're kidding, right?"

He put a big paw on it and squeezed a handful gently. "Eh, maybe I was too hasty." He collected a handful of the other cheek and sat there, mauling them both. I opened my mouth to say, 'I told you so!' and he said, "Maybe we'll leave it the way it is."

"WHAT?" I gasped.

"Bend over a bit, Babe -- let me get the full effect." Nonplussed, I bent at the waist and watched, wide-eyed, over my shoulder while he jiggled my ass. "Can you, like clench one cheek at a time?" I did as he asked -- it took some thought as it's not a natural move -- or at least, not a voluntary one. "Jeez, I dunno," Howard muttered, "I wouldn't want to get stupid about it -- I've got a funny feeling that it might get to be a favorite toy. I love the way your inner lips hang..." He ran a finger along them, which tickled, among other things. "Wups! They popped open! Look at that!" He rubbed a knuckle along my clitoral hood, causing a flash of pleasure. "Man, that's eatin' pussy!" he said reverently. He kept running that knuckle over my clit, up and down, and I didn't go anywhere, pretending to myself that I was just doing what he wanted -- but really, I just wanted more...

I'd turned away and braced my hand on my thighs -- so I didn't see the lips and tongue coming! Suddenly, his tongue was between my inner lips, tickling them and my opening, adding itself to the knuckle rub and I hunched, instinctively, to get more -- and let out an embarrassing whine... Then that tongue slid up my perineum and started tickling my bung and omigod! I wasn't going ANYWHERE! I covered my mouth with one hand -- but I was sucking my middle finger and whining, all the time pretending that I was just doing what Howard wanted. I was, of course, but it was what I wanted, too!

I was making these nonsensical noises -- grunts and moans and exclamations and stuff, all mixed together and muffled by sucking my finger and covering my mouth. My legs started jumping and Howard wrapped his arm under my hips and picked me up and put me on the chair seat, facing the back, on my knees -- which I spread wide so he could go back to what he was doing...

But Howard rumbled behind me, "Your mouth hasn't said much, but your pussy's beggin'... You want a little something?"

I nodded; I couldn't get my voice to work and I couldn't look. There was a rustling behind me and it was there, wetting itself between my lips -- a BIG mushroom cock head... Howard didn't shove it in; he put it against my opening and applied gentle pressure and the ring of muscle at my vaginal opening dilated slowly to let it in. It had a serious flange to it; I snapped shut around the shaft, locking him in. Then he started sawing in and out, short strokes, wetting a bit of the shaft and backing and wetting a bit more... It was bigger than Dan's -- and bigger than Troy's -- thicker, longer, and it went slowly deeper until I felt his bushy hairs and his balls tapping against my clitoris, then he started lengthening his stroke... He put his hand on my butt and his thumb on my bung and he didn't press -- he just tickled it, rubbing it in a circle -- and I put my head down on the back of the chair and held on and whined and gasped and grunted and threw my butt back for more of that WONDERFUL dick!

The first time I peaked, my bung popped with my pussy and swallowed the tip of his thumb -- and I thought the top of my head was going to come off! He rooted around with it a little bit, not going for any depth, and I squealed and made other embarrassing noises. Then he took it out and bent over me and cupped both of my breasts, working my erect nipples between his hard second and third fingers while he squeezed them and started REALLY ramming me, his head behind my left shoulder muttering stuff like, "C'mon, Babe -- get another one Let's do it up -- I wanna shoot you full..." I was a horse running the Kentucky Derby, and he was my jockey, urging me on... I crossed the finish line twice like that before he picked me up by the hips and went "Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!" -- pounding me HARD before letting up and sliding easily in and out of me while I felt his cum flow into me, filling me, starting with my womb and my depths and filling my tunnel until it dribbled from my swollen inner lips.

He let go and I flopped forward and scrambled to a position sideways in the chair, where I looked up at him owlishly. He got embarrassed then, and said, "Sorry about that -- I don't know if you really wanted it to go that far." Then he grabbed up his uniform and got into it, not looking my way, and said, "That was..." Then he stopped for a bit, after which he came back with, "I dunno if you really want to mess with me -- I'm assigned here, so you wouldn't be seeing your family. I dunno how important that is to you. You... you look around, and if nothing comes your way that'll keep you around your folks and you think maybe you're interested, let me know..."

And then he was gone, and I was sitting there wondering what I'd done wrong... Dazed, I staggered up and went to a restroom to sit and let the majority of Howard's flood seep out, then took a tissue and went back to class. More of our juices kept running down my leg -- but I didn't use the tissue; I kept collecting the drips on a finger and licking it up, for some reason...

At a break, one of the other girls came by and asked, "How did it go?"

"Good, I thought," I replied, "Then he left... I think he made an offer, but I don't know if he was serious..."

That ass... I started playing and the next thing I knew, I'd gotten totally carried away and was rubbing her clit and tonguing her asshole! Then I hopped her up on the chair and proceeded to feed her dick -- and THAT got better and better... That pussy was just INCREDIBLE! That ass went every which way, and I knew she wanted a dick in there, too! When I was done, though, she looked shell-shocked, and I realized that I'd taken advantage of her; she probably figured she had no choice other than to up me some pussy! I hadn't made any demands, but given the shit they were probably filling her head with, I didn't HAVE to! I'd turned around and rode her hard and put her up wet and she was probably sitting there wondering if ALL of her interviews were gonna go like that... Then I realized that she was out with her family -- and I couldn't offer her that; once the Valhalla made delivery at Nuevo Angelino, we might never call there again -- and if she was with me, that meant she wouldn't be seeing her momma or her daddy or her sisters... All in all, I'd pretty much fucked things up. I made a half-hearted noise about if she wanted to break with the family I'd be around, and got the fuck out of there.