Chapter 87

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.

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.

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!

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.

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...

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.>

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.