Chapter 79

Things were winding toward a conclusion of the voyage; The Valhalla had treated us well, but there would be alterations before it went into full service. That wasn't MY concern; I had several thousand colonists to worry about. Thursday morning, I was examining the Civil Service team's recommendation that we continue to allow concubine couples to cohabit on the colony surface. I was concerned about this, because inevitably, it would mean that some couples would consider this state to be business as usual and if we did nothing about it, we would end up with a class of second-class citizens -- and a LOT of friction with the concubine contingent. I hauled the four of them -- Mark, Maureen, Vera, and Gonzalo -- into my office to discuss it and got reluctant agreement -- but they --Gonzalo, in particular, were adamant that the plan for segregating unregistered male concubines amounted to the same thing. "We have to place virtually EVERY male concubine," he insisted. "If we do not, there will be trouble, long-term. My job, as it has been defined to me as 'warden of the male concubine holding area' is untenable, long-term, for anything but the most hardened group of what must necessarily be prisoners."

"We have unregistered females in the brothels," I pointed out.

"... And we will always have a small number of males," Gonzalo agreed, "but for the stability of our society, that number must be very small. It comes down to a situation that you already face with the females -- beyond a certain amount of effort, it is better for society if we recycle them, but on the other hand, we have a certain commitment to them that extends from the fact that they had no idea what they were getting into upon pickup."

"Some will be unsuitable," I insisted. "That's a fact of life."

"Some males may be used as the females are," Gonzalo pointed out, "in support of procreation in sponsor females. There should be a small pool for this."

"Life in any holding area we create can't be allowed to be easy," I noted, "We HAVE to push them out!"

"Agreed," Gonzalo nodded. "I will work on this."

"They can spend time with their families during the daytime, but must be segregated at night," I offered.

Gonzalo glanced at Mark, then Maureen -- and finally Vera, who nodded. "Agreed."

I turned to Mark. "We'll break out of hyperspace around noon; contact the colony immediately with whatever adjustments you think this will entail." He nodded, and I dismissed them -- except... "Vera, would you linger for a moment, please?" She nodded and re-seated herself.

When the door had closed, she asked, "What can I do for you?"

I gathered myself -- this kind of thing was something I had a lot of reticence discussing. "My current crop of concubines is... unsatisfactory."

She cocked her head. "Why?"

"The best description that I can give you is that they're empty-headed young girls. I cannot develop an emotional attachment and I use them for sex and end up tossing them back in the spares pool. That's unfair to them, I'm sure..."

Vera chuckled. "I'd have said that your eyes are bigger than your cock, but I know better."

"Well, you're close, anyway. They tend to be decorative and athletic, but not REALLY sexually oriented," I replied.

"How many children do you have?" Vera asked, eyeing me.

"A couple. They're with their mothers. There always seems to be a great deal of emotional distress with the young ones and I can't abide it -- it interferes with my work. I try to see to it that they're placed with a sponsor..."

Vera pursed her lips. "You've not been hiring mothers."

"No, I haven't."

"You need a..." I watched her access the AI for terms, "...First Sergeant -- or a Sergeant Major."

I blinked. "Undoubtedly."

"You want an unflappable woman who will run your household and keep away distractions while seeing to it that you have a family and plenty of hot sex," Vera theorized.

"Yes," I agreed. "And I've been looking in the wrong market, haven't I?"

Vera nodded, grinning. "Big time. Unfortunately for you, I'm taken..."

I snorted in embarrassed laughter. She merely waited me out. "My interludes with you DID tend to point up the problem I've been having, but..."

"I would be a handful, anyway," Vera grinned. "So what do you want from me?"

"Clearly, I can't pick one out," I admitted. "I tend to ogle the young stuff that represents prime feminine pulchritude and forget what I'm really looking for."

Vera mused. "That happens a lot. Young guys, in particular, tend to have what they think are high standards -- but they concentrate on what they see and miss the good parts. Still, an AI could project alterations..."

I waved it off. "I have no imagination where such things are concerned," I admitted, sighing. "I need help."

"Show me what you have," Vera said.

I had the AI display my current pair of concubines. I could have four, but two were trouble enough. "They're recent acquisitions -- I can't even remember their names." I looked at them and found myself totally disinterested. "They aren't going to last another six hours -- they're better off elsewhere."

Vera pursed her lips. "Is that what you're looking for?"

"No. Not even close," I mused. "I need something a great deal more mature, more placid of temperament, diligent, self-starting and at least gracious about my sexual demands." After a pause, I added, somewhat embarrassed, "I would be willing to accept considerably more padding in the candidate."

Vera's lips quirked. "Big girls tend to have a lot more gratitude for the attention they get. So, you want me to act as a matchmaker?"

"Please." I couldn't bring myself to meet her eye.

"The current crop has children..."

"If they're controlled and disciplined and can be taught to stay out of my way when necessary, that isn't a problem," I replied. "I should think that it would be an indicator of her capabilities if the children are well-behaved."

Vera pursed her lips. "Race? Creed? Color?"

"Situation dependent," I replied. "If I like what I see, it's irrelevant."

Vera cocked her head. "Mates?"

I grimaced. "I'm rated for four. In the unlikely event that I get there, I might need to have one available -- JUST one. While it's shameless of me to admit it, he would probably have to be as amenable to discipline as the children -- and more generally out of sight."

"So a male lieutenant at home wouldn't necessarily be your preferred method of delegating things?" Vera asked.

I waved a hand. "Maybe. A clear understanding of the chain of command would be required."

Vera nodded. "Time is short. Can you interview later today?"

"I can."

"I'm off, then."

I had to get out of there before I cackled in the poor guy's face! What it must have taken for him to unbend that far said a lot about how desperate he was. The Major had been using women for sex ever since his position made them available to him -- but, like Mark, he hadn't found what he was looking for in a mate, because he was looking in all of the wrong places. That realization was the first step to fixing things, though -- and he'd already taken the second -- he'd hired me...

Was this my job? Good question. In many ways, I think it was -- I was in charge of placing concubines, wasn't I? If it seemed on the surface to be a little more personal than that, what's more personal than finding a mate? I started digging through the database, looking for something that met the Major's -- and my -- criteria...

Myra Whitehead was my first candidate. She was thirty-one and had three kids -- two boys and a girl -- by two different men. She'd arrived at Family Day again single, however -- and had been for some time...

The reasons for that were fairly obvious; the AI said she weighed three hundred forty-five pounds and diabetes and hypertension (both cured at her intake at Medical) had been robbing her of vitality. She still ruled her brood with an iron fist; during the interview, she erupted, "Robbie! Get your butt over here so the nice lady can see you! You, too, Tyrone!" -- and ended up dragging the younger one into my field of view by an ear. Little Alicia had been content to sit with her mother the whole time. The boys really were good, too -- and well-mannered; ten year old Tyrone just didn't want to stop playing.

She was also black, not generally a drawing card. She had good sex scores, and her answer to why she didn't have a man right now was an embarrassed, "I kept gettin' bigger and slower. I LOVE sex, but..." and she waved at herself.

"What do you think of white boys?" I asked her.

"Never had one..." Myra mused. "Got close a couple of times, but..." She shrugged. "It'd take a big 'un. I don't see one gonna come a-runnin' at MY picture..."

"Well, suppose we negotiate from a platform of how you looked at eighteen," I offered.

Myra made a face. "I was big THEN."

"Let's see..." I had the AI project her. She weighed half of her current weight then -- and she was still no doubt medically obese. She had nice curves, though, and big round jugs, even with the pot belly.

Myra grunted. "I guess that was my fightin' weight. I caught a husband lookin' like that -- and kept him a few years."

"We'll start here, then - and he can make adjustments. He isn't looking for a swimsuit model, anyway," I told her. Changing the subject, I asked, "Do you give head?"

Myra cocked her head and grinned crookedly. "You're a big woman -- do you?"

"Like a pro!" I retorted, grinning.

"The bigger you get, the more you've got to bring to the table," Myra mused. "I'm grateful for every mouthful of man-chowder I get -- and I was back then, too. Skinny bitches wrinkle their nose and talk about the taste and how demeaning it is and all that bullshit -- but if you want a man happy, you'll suck his dick -- and make sure he knows you love it!"

"Yeah, they love that," I agreed.

"It puffs up their egos, havin' you down there, lookin' up, with your lips all over it," Myra declared. "A big woman has to go the extra mile -- shit I have to go FIVE!"

"So you like to fuck?"

"Every day, when I can get it." That she hadn't lately went without saying. "I haven't been able to, for a while -- it just took too much -- but I'm perkin up." She grimaced. "Not gettin' any smaller, though." Changing the subject, she asked, "Can I see him?"

The Major would no doubt have been scandalized; I had the AI put him up naked and erect. "How come he isn't, like, twenty or something?" Myra asked.

"He's a military man -- has been all his adult life -- and he's in a position of authority," I told her, paraphrasing what he'd once told me. "The insides are younger than the exterior, but he looks older and wiser and that's a comfort to some people and helps him cement his authority -- not that he needs it."

Myra eyed me. "What does THAT mean?"

"I guess it means he expects to be obeyed -- not perhaps in the way it sounds, but in the way it is for military men. If he gives you something to do, he wants it done -- and it's left up to you how. He won't want any back-talk -- but he'll accept questions regarding ways and means and will answer them as best he can. If he wants to get laid, he'll tell you what he wants and how -- maybe brusquely -- and he'll expect you to deliver it and have a good attitude about it." I paused for a moment and then added, "I've fucked him myself, so I know. He's pretty good, too, actually."

Myra cocked her head. "Really? Then why...?"

"I've got other commitments -- and I work for him. That doesn't rule out the occasional roll in the hay, but he remembers when it did," I told her.

She nodded. "Lots of things change -- but that don't mean you realize it."

I nodded. "Tradition is big in the military. They live by the stuff, I think. In any case, I have my own men and a spouse of twenty-some years and kids..."

"I thought marriage don't count?"

"It doesn't -- unless you're both sponsors and you really want it to. He has his responsibilities and I have mine and, well, as much as I might not like it, our current state is kind of transitional. There was a time when sharing him was unthinkable -- but now he has his women and I have my men and the two of us are actually low priority for each other. As sad as that seems, it is actually better than what we had -- and that was MY fault!" I waved it off. "Forget it. What about the Major, here?"

"Major, huh? Sounds important..." Myra mused.

Realizing that I'd possibly screwed up, I said dismissively, "Well, I told you he'd been at it for a while."

Myra nodded. "Many of them around?"

I shrugged. "I wouldn't know."

She shrugged. "Well, it ain't about that anyway, is it? What about the kids?"

"I'm going to be honest with you," I said. "He's never been married. You're going to have to keep them out of his hair for a while and let him get used to them. The good news is that they're old enough to understand. He wants them -- he'll take them -- but he's just not used to a lot of noise and confusion. He might get stern and grouchy, you know?"

She eyed me and pursed her lips. "I suppose if he gets pissed, I'll take the heat."

I nodded, thinking about it. "I don't think he'll get physical about it; most likely, he'll banish you or something. To date, if a woman was too much trouble, he sent her back to the Civil Service pool. I think he wants to stop doing that, but it's really going to depend upon whether he has any skin in the game. You need to make an impression." I sat back. "He doesn't need a mama, but he needs a good right hand. He needs to be able to come home and relax at the end of the day and not worry about his house being all disrupted. He needs regular doses of good sex -- and he's jaded; no doubt he's done it all."

"Think he likes booty?"

"I KNOW he does," I replied. "If you were a man -- or a woman -- in uniform, he wouldn't ask you to do anything he wouldn't do," I opined. "Since you're not, he might, but it kind of carries over."

Myra nodded. "Okay, sounds good. I wanna meet him."

"I'm going to broker it, then," I told her. "I'm going to try to get his permission to get you fixed up sight unseen if I can. I'll call back."

"I'll be waitin'."

I really didn't expect anything immediate from Vera -- but she was back on video before lunch. "I think I have something."

"Let me see it."

A three-dimensional representation of a young black woman, somewhat heavy with soft-looking grapefruit-sized breasts and a fairly sizeable fundament appeared. She had a bit of a belly, too -- but I'd learned that wasn't terribly serious, especially given what little was there. Vera narrated, "This is Myra Whitehouse, rolled back to eighteen. Her current age is thirty-one and she has three children, but no mate."

"Why are you showing her at eighteen?" I asked.

"Because you said you had no imagination," Vera replied. "Currently, she doesn't look anywhere near this good. I figure it's better if you see the objective version. Let's face it, it's only a couple of hours in Medical away."

I frowned. "Let me see the feet. Black women tend to flat feet..." The visual zoomed in on a pair of fairly decent-looking feet -- but I wondered if Vera and the AI were conspiring against me. "Very well," I murmured, "When can I speak to her?"

"Give me a moment." Vera winked out. When she came back, the eighteen year old's face appeared in a separate window.

"Vera..." I frowned at her.

"It's up to you, Major. If you want to see something you'll never have to see again but might color your perception of the real thing you're going to get..." Vera eyed me sidelong.

"Is she ugly or something?"

"No, she's not that different in the face."

"Then why...?"

"She's a good bit heavier, Major -- and that shows in the face, too."

"Oh, very well!" I waved dismissal and the woman's face on the other screen blurted, "What's goin' on?"

"Vera insists upon having you depicted as you were in your late teens. I didn't see the reason for it -- but the reason has everything to do with my imagination, or lack of same," I grunted, mildly disgusted. "In any case, what has she told you about me?"

"She said you're a military man and like everything kept sharp," the woman replied. "She said if you want something, you want it when you want it and the way you want it -- and that includes pussy. She said you don't want no hassles at home, and it would be my job to make sure things went that way."

I pursed my lips. "I see that I wasn't misrepresented. Do you like sex?"

"I surely do!"

"I'll want to try you out..."

"Goody!" She grinned from ear to ear, delivering a surprising display of large, white teeth. "Anything special? If you want booty, I'll be sure to clean up!"

I was somewhat taken aback -- and embarrassed. "We can probably wait on that. I'll want it in due time... When can we meet?"

"How is three, Major?" Vera butted in. "I need your permission to prepare her..."

"Granted."

"Three, then. Myra, I'll be right by to pick you up. Is there anyone we can leave the boys and Alicia with?" They disappeared from my screens while still making arrangements.

I had flat feet, but they wasn't the kind of thing the Major was lookin' for, thank God. I knew what THAT was -- kind of a cartoon duck lookin' thing where your heel kinda pancakes out. The medics fixed my arches while they was giving me miracle liposuction or whatever. The medics showed me the results in the mirror and it was the me that lived in my head, not the big fat buffalo I'd BEEN seein' in the mirror! "When you get pregnant," the medic said, "you'll get bigger, but without stretch marks -- and when you deliver, you'll shrink right back down to this." Man that was GREAT! I was dancin' up the hallway behind Vera as we headed off to see 'the Major.'

The guy was big on formality; Vera rang the buzzer and the AI asked who it was -- like it didn't know. Vera said, "Decurion Hopkins and Myra Whitehead," and the guy's voice said, "Enter!"

The guy sat behind his desk like he was at attention or something. I looked around and there was some plaques and trophies on the walls, and a couple of pictures and a sword -- nothing with a woman in it -- all military stuff. No woman ever decorated THIS place... While I looked around, the Major said, "I had the AI replicate my office on the colony. It's an affectation, I guess, but it helps me to feel comfortable." I thought, 'Yeah, and it probably impresses young guys, too.' What it said to me was that he might have six women in his harem, but he didn't have one in his life. I made up my mind to fix that.

"It's real impressive if you're into military stuff," I said.

He gave me the fish-eye and said, "Um, yes." Then he flicked a glance at Vera. Man, was he stiff! "I see you turned out well..." he added.

I grinned and turned on the charm. "Why, thank you!" I spun slowly in place. "You like?"

"Very nice..." he muttered.

"I'm still a little big..."

"Vera has convinced me that a woman with a little meat on her bones is sometimes preferable to the fashion plate type," the Major said. "You look fine..."

'You look fine!' This is the best I've looked in fifteen, twenty years and the man says 'fine!' I was about to get a little huffy when Vera turned to me and said, "Just a second, Major." She pulled me aside and muttered, "I know what you're thinking, but you ought to know at your age that men use words differently than we do. He meant that as a compliment! Remember, he's not a silver-tongued devil -- he's gruff and he tends to say what he means -- the brutally honest type."

"Oh." I took that in and turned to the Major and smiled, "Thank you!"

He sat there, poker-faced. "I said something wrong?"

"I heard it wrong, Honey," I replied.

"It's a male-female thing," Vera piped up. "Fine isn't a word women use in a good way -- we usually mean that there are major unresolved issues, where men tend to mean that something is totally acceptable."

"Oh." I watched the Major turn this over in his head. "I see." This man didn't know jack shit about women -- at his age! How did he manage that?

"You ever been married, Honey?" I asked.

"No."

"I didn't think so." He didn't seem to know what to do about bein' called, 'Honey', either... I cocked my head. "Why don't you come around that desk and see if I FEEL 'fine'..."

"Okay." It was cautious; I watched him think about it first! The man was scared to death -- of ME! He came around the desk and stuck his hands out, but he couldn't seem to figure out what to touch, so I took one and put it on my hip and the other on my left hooter.

"If we do this, you're gonna get it all..." I purred at him, cocking my head and giving him the look.

"That's true," he agreed, but it was kind of absently. His hands wasn't absent, though; he was squeezin' my ass -- and enjoyin' it! He was kinda funny; he knew his way around a woman, but... "Don't you have concubines, Honey?" I asked.

"Well, yes..."

"What's different about me? Color?"

"No..." He seemed to think about it, even though his hands were operating independently. "It's the approach. You're... aggressive."

"Sounds like your women don't want you, Honey," I replied. "Well, I want you! Ain't no woman ever got under your skin, I bet. Well, I'm gonna be the first, then..."

"You just might..." He seemed kind of surprised.

"You've had black women, Honey?" I asked.

"A couple." His hands were hittin' everything in reach; pretty soon I was gonna have to spread my legs so he could feel how wet I was! He'd already rubbed my belly and passed his hand over my muff!

"Don't seem like anybody made an impression," I opined.

He stopped and looked at me sharply, pursing his lips. "You'd be right, actually."

"That's gonna change, Honey -- you're gonna know there's a woman around. Do I pass the touch test?" I asked.

Looking a little dazed, he nodded, "Yes."

I reached down and rubbed his boner through his pants. "Vera says you're pretty good with that. I can't wait -- can I get a feel?"

"Sure..."

I dropped to my brand spanking new young knees and started opening his pants. "You must have a talent for picking ungrateful bitches, Honey. What you been fuckin'?"

"Before I entered Confederacy service, mostly prostitutes," he rumbled, rubbing my shoulders. "Since then, I have had my pick of the Civil Service pool. They tend to be adept at sex but... uninvolved."

"Uptight skinny bitches, I bet." I got his trap-door open and his boner popped out. "Woo hoo! This is a nice one! You were right, Vera!" The thing had both of my old men's meat beat for length AND girth! I would have felt THIS back when I was huge; now, it was gonna be Heaven! "I can't wait!" I jacked his foreskin back a couple of times and rolled my lips over it, licking a drop of pre-cum off the tip. Yum! The Major sucked in a breath through his nose and made a little groan while I licked him and rocked my head back and forth so my lips rubbed the base of the head and he got harder and his foreskin got all taken up -- and my twat got soakin' wet and screamed, 'Gimme!' I looked up at the Major and pushed out, "Maybe you'd like to fuck?"

"Well, this is nice..." But he stopped and cocked his head and looked at me sharp and I KNEW my face was giving me away... I hadn't had a dick in YEARS and this one was Disneyland and I KNEW my face had 'FUCK ME!' written ALL OVER IT! "I suppose..." he muttered, looking around. "The couch, then?"

"Fine," I croaked. He gave me a little tug and I stood and we headed for the couch; I had a hand on that cock and wouldn't let go! "I can't call you 'Major' all the time, and 'Honey' bothers you," I panted. "What's your name?"

"When others are present, it's still 'Major'," he replied, but in private, it's..." he flicked a glance at Vera, "Earl..."

"No shit? Earl? That's cute!" I bubbled.

"That's one word for it," he grunted. He was clearly sensitive about it. "How do you want it?"

"I'll just bend over the arm," I offered.

"Okay. Are you wet?"

"Drippin'," I gasped. "Go for it. I can't remember ever wantin' anything more..." Then that one-eyed monster was between the lips of my twat and pokin' my hole; he wedged it in the opening and pushed and I went, "Ahhhh!" while it started ironing my insides...

I'd given up on feeling dick again, both because nobody wants to fuck an elephant and because I would get all winded even when I played with myself. But I was hot and tight and had teenage muscles and everything was humming and Earl took about ten strokes to blow the top of my head clean off! I hollered, FUCK ME, EARL! GIMME THAT SWEET DICK!!!" -- and the gates of Heaven opened! I got a cum like I don't EVER remember having! I thought maybe it was just from going so long without, but it wasn't two minutes later I got one EVEN BETTER! I turned my head and rested it on one arm so I could see him out of one eye and he was as deep in it as I was -- I could tell! I was panting and couldn't get my breath and that thing was boring into me, bang, bang, bang and it felt so good I NEVER wanted to stop! I know I babbled a lot of shit -- my mouth was on autopilot, but it was tellin' him to keep it comin' -- I know THAT for SURE! I felt my third cum coming and I started clenching my pussy and Earl got this look on his face and kicked it into overdrive and it lit me off and it seemed like every nerve in my body sparked and I locked up and Earl started blastin' away in me, roaring -- and I shook like a leaf and came and came and came!

When it was over, I could barely stand; I was leanin' on the couch arm and Earl was holdin' me up at the hips. He backed out and a bunch of cum dribbled out on the floor before I covered my twat with one hand. We just looked at one another. Finally, I got my voice. "Anytime you want to do that again..."

He smiled; I thought for a second his face might crack, but it didn't. "You enjoyed it, I take it?"

"You're a funny guy, Earl -- like you don't know! I want a LOT more of THAT!" I told him.

"I'll see what I can do," he grinned. Looking at Vera, he said, "I'm impressed -- you hit a home run on the first at bat!"

I sat down on the couch; Earl frowned a bit, but I said, "I'll clean it -- I just have to sit down..."

Earl waved it off, "I get hung up on things. You'll have to put up with it."

"I've got something else to clean..." I leaned up and beckoned and Earl brought me his cock to suck. I made like a Hoover on it, sucking his cum and my juice off his cock and balls.

Earl LOVED it! "Most women give me this face before doing that -- and NOBODY volunteers!"

"Earl, Honey, you've been dealing with some real cunts," I told him. "Young, stupid, and hung-up, I bet. You want your dick sucked, you bring it home to Mama Myra. Young, skinny bitches think they're too good to suck a dick. Well, fuck 'em -- they don't know what they're missing!"

"I've heard enough!" Earl roared. "AI!"

"Recording."

"Myra Whitehead, I offer you my sponsorship."

I drew myself up to be formal. "Well, I accept, Earl."

"Duly recorded," the AI announced. "Myra Whitehead is now the bound concubine of Major Earl Howard, Lieutenant Governor of Nuevo Angelino."

I NEARLY FELL OFF THE COUCH!