Jake woke Sunday morning to the feel of lips wrapped around his cock, a feeling he always enjoyed. Looking down into Lana's eyes he grinned, that was definitely the best way to be woken up. He realized they were not alone and looked around the room. All of his concubines were present, standing or sitting on the floor. Except Bonnie, she was kneeling behind Lana, who was kneeling on the side of the bed. Bonnie had her face buried in Lana, her tongue obviously giving the girl a good work out.

His sister pulled away from her treat, meeting Lana's eyes and nodding as Lana looked back over her shoulder at the kneeling girl. Lana crawled up Jake's body, straddling his waist. Looking down into his eyes she gave him a kiss that would have popped wood on a mannequin.

"I'm ready Jake, if that's alright with you?" Jake nodded, reaching up to cup Lana's breasts, playing with her erect nipples. He felt Bonnie take him in hand and watched her face as she lined up his cock with Lana's virgin entrance. Lana began pushing back, gently at first, but when she couldn't overcome the resistance of her hymen, with more force. Finally, in frustration she shoved back hard, forcing herself onto him.

Lana shrieked when she felt her hymen tear, Jake popping into her canal an inch or so. It hurt horribly and she fought the urge to jump off. Bonnie helped, whispering that the worst was over in her ear. Jake did his part too as she froze in position, her canal suddenly drying up. He played with her breasts, looking into her tear filled eyes and telling her how much he loved her.

Lana felt herself moisten a little at his words. The pain wasn't as intense now, an ache more than the sharp tearing sensation she had felt before. One advantage, or disadvantage, depending on your view of it, was that Jake's large organ had torn the veil completely. There would be no more sharp tearing sensations as she worked him in further.

Jake was patient and did not move, letting her take him at her own pace. It took nearly five minutes before she moved again, her blood and renewed lubrication easing his entry a little. Nothing larger than a tampon had been where he was going though, and it took another ten minutes before she bottomed out with a soft grunt. Looking down between them they were both surprised to see she had taken him all.

"God, Jake, you feel huge! It's like you're touching me everywhere in there all at once." Jake smiled up at her; she was tight, very tight. If he hadn't known better he would think he was in her ass, she was so snug. After taking a moment to get used to him Lana began rocking, she shifted around at Bonnie's suggestion, finding the position that felt best for her.

She finally settled down low on his body, where she began sliding forward and back on his rigid shaft. This put pressure on her clit where it was trapped between them and had the added advantage of allowing Jake to suck and nibble on her tits. Lana felt the sensations of pleasure begin to override the dull ache in her loins.

She was surprised however, by the gentle orgasm that washed over her fifteen minutes later. She was determined to make Jake come; she had figured she wouldn't be able to cum her first time, with the pain and all. She continued riding him slowly, Jake's groans telling her she was nearing her goal. When he wrapped his arms around her and began to meet her movements with small thrust she whispered encouragement to him.

"That's it Jake, fuck me baby. Oh God, that feels so good! Fuck me with your big cock, shoot your cum into my pussy. Yes, that's it Baby, make me come on your hard dick."

Jakes movement were becoming more insistent now, his thrusts faster although still gentle. He moaned in her ear, telling her how good she felt, how much he loved the way her body felt against his. His own release was eminent now and he fought the urge to pound into her, forcing himself, with gritted teeth, to keep a steady pace. Hearing her beg him to fill her pussy sent him over the edge and he was surprised to feel her internal muscles lock down on him, twitching and massaging his spurting organ.

"Yes, baby, fill me up. Oh Jake! I'm coming too!" Lana gasped out her orgasm, Jake pinching and rolling her nipples to help her along. Their movements slowed and she lay quietly on his chest, warm tears pooling in the sparse hair there. Worried for her he looked to Bonnie who was smiling also, giving him the thumbs up. He wrapped his arms around Lana and held her while she cried herself out.

"Thank you Jake," Lana said after a few minutes. She moved, she was beginning to really hurt now, and Jake's flaccid cock slipped from her, making her groan. She rolled to the side, seeing Jake's groin covered in a frothy pink combination of their fluids and her blood. Placing a hand on her crotch it came back stained with more of the mixture and fresh bright red blood. Della rushed to her side with some washcloths, offering her one while she began cleaning up Jake.

Thirty minutes passed while Jake held Lana and talked with her and the other girls. Jasmine was a little apprehensive, as Lana was still bleeding a little, leaving bright red blood on the washrag when she pulled the cool rag from her mound. Jake sent Kimmy to find Mrs. Grant; she was a nurse after all. Nancy came into the room a few minutes later and listened as Jake explained he had deflowered Lana and she was still bleeding.

Nancy became all business, having Bonnie and Jasmine hold Lana's legs while she examined the girl. She nodded to herself and placed the rag back over Lana's sex, putting the girl's hand on it to hold it in place and patting it softly.

"You're ok," she said standing up. "The only thing torn is your hymen, it was just very thick. The bleeding is slowing down and should stop shortly. I would imagine it took a lot of force for Jake to tear through," she said eyeing the young man. "Next time, be a little gentler," she admonished.

"He was gentle," Lana spoke up defensively. "Besides, I was on top and he lay there, letting me do it at my pace."

"In that case I apologize," Nancy said smiling. She turned to see Jasmine looking between her and the couple on the bed. "Is something wrong baby?" she asked.

"Is it going to be like that for me Mom?" Jasmine asked fearfully. Lana's cry when Jake finally popped in had scared her. Her fear was mollified somewhat by the two orgasms Lana had, but when the other girl continued to bleed, it had returned in triplicate.

"I don't know baby," Nancy said, hugging her daughter. "Without knowing how thick or complete your hymen is, I couldn't say. Lana's was thick, and covered most of her opening. This is basically a worst case scenario for a woman, making the first time painful. If Jake was able to get her through it, I would say you will be fine."

"Could you check," Jasmine asked, still fearful. "I mean, could you check and see if mine is like hers."

Nancy nodded and had Jasmine sit on a chair, Bonnie and Della acting as stirrups. She got on her knees and peered at her daughter, her fingers gently pulling her outer lips back. After a moment she barked a short laugh.

"Oh baby, you've got nothing to worry about. Yours is thin, so thin I'm surprised its still there. It only covers a very small portion of your vagina. You probably won't even feel it when it tears." Jasmine smiled tentatively, nodding her head.

"Lucky bitch," Lana said from the bed, startling them all. Jasmine quickly saw from the grin on her face that Lana was teasing her, trying to ease her fears, and she expressed her thanks by sticking her tongue out at the other girl.

"Alright girls, who's on breakfast duty this morning; you better head down, the others are starting to wake up," Nancy said as she got to her feet.

"That would be me," Bonnie said, turning and heading for the door after giving Lana a kiss on the cheek.

"And me," Lana said, groaning. She began to sit up and Della pushed her back.

"Not today, you can take my day tomorrow. I'll go instead." Lana expressed her thanks and sank back down to lay with Jake.

Lana had quit bleeding by the time breakfast was ready, but all the girls teased her about how she was walking. She gave it right back, threatening to have her, and their, Lord and Master fuck them all until they walked funny too. Jake brightened at the thought, watching as the rest of his concubines recoiled in mock horror.

The rest of the day passed uneventfully, the members of the extended household mainly sitting around reading or watching TV. That night Jake pulled Jasmine and the rest into his bedroom, having Jasmine so worked up by their combined attentions and the shows the others were putting on that she was begging for release.

Jake used his fingers, sliding them in and massaging her G-spot, to bring her to an earthshaking orgasm. By the time she came down enough to notice what was happening, he was buried to the hilt in her tight virgin sheath. Jasmine never even paused; she wrapped her legs around his ass and urged him to fuck her until she couldn't walk straight. He did.

Jasmine got some teasing at breakfast Monday morning, her screams of ecstasy the previous night made her mincing walk even funnier. Lana called her a lucky bitch again. She had come five or six times, the observers weren't sure if the last was one long one or two back to back. Jake just smiled smugly, blushing when Nancy thanked him for making her daughter's first time wonderful.

Jasmine snorted, mumbling something about never being able to walk right again. She got some funny looks at school, and her first hour teacher sent her to the nurse. That jaded woman had seen it all, but had never had a recently deflowered virgin sit in her office and gush about how GOOD it was. Most of them cried about how some drunken prick had shoved it in and shot off immediately.

Jake cruised along through his classes until English Lit., which he was not looking forward too. The dreaded Mrs. Hall was presiding, and while Jake usually did well in English he hated the class.

He got there early, taking a seat in the back as usual. He studied the teacher who sat at her desk, her head down going over some papers, while the students filed in slowly. He realized his mom was right, she wasn't that ugly physically. When she stood to begin class he eyed her body critically.

She wore a form fitting business suit, complete with a skirt that ended just past her knees. She had a nice figure, and to his surprise he realized she was very sexy physically. But the look on her face and in her eyes made a person cringe every time they saw her. Jake thought she looked like she had been sucking on a lemon, so sour was her disposition.

The class was finally over and he gathered his books, heading for the door. At the last minute something changed his direction, and he approached Mrs. Hall's desk. One part of him argued this was a stupid idea, while the inquisitive side of him wanted to know what had turned her into such a bitch.

"Can I help you Mr. Whitman," she asked when he stopped in front of her desk.

"Maybe, I'm not sure." Jake said, noticing several photos of three children taped to her desk. They were a progression, starting with the children very small, the latest showing the oldest to be about 7 or 8. He had a sudden idea. "Mrs. Hall, could I ask you a personal question?"

Eleanor Hall looked up in surprise. She had been teaching for nine years, four at this school, and since her arrival here no one, not even her fellow teachers had asked her anything about her personal life. She was kind of shocked by the realization, but fixed the student before her with a cold stare.

"My job is to teach you, Mr. Whitman. My personal life is none of your business." She looked back down at the papers on her desk. "Now is there anything else you needed?" Jake started to turn, face flush with anger.

He had done nothing but be polite and she had snapped at him. His growing self confidence reared its head at that point, and wise thing to do or not, he spun on his heel, fixing her with a glare of his own.

"Mrs. Hall, you might be right, maybe your personal life is none of my business, but I was trying to see if I could do you a favor. But since you're so pissed at the world and have to act like such a bitch to your students, just forget it. Let your kids become food for the Swarm. It will be your fault you know!" He spun back around, storming for the door.

The little voice in the back of his head was cheering, showed that stuck up bitch didn't you, while he thought, 'way to go dumbass, you're in for it now! Your parents will get called in on this one for sure. Not exactly the way to earn an A in English either.' His hand was on the door, students rushing by outside as they headed to lunch when her voice stopped him.

"Mr. Whitman, come back here this instant." Jake froze, seriously considering just walking out. If he could get other students to testify to what a tyrant and bitch she was, maybe his punishment wouldn't be so bad.

However, that part of him that had learned to stand up for himself turned him around, and leaned him against the door, arms crossed. He nonchalantly looked at his now red-faced teacher, waiting for her to explode.

"Mr. Whitman, did you just call me a bitch?" she asked, her voice low and dangerous.

"No I did not," Jake said casually. "I said you act like a bitch to your students." He shrugged, "Maybe it's a matter of semantics, but as you have told us, how something is said or written is as important as the words used."

"I would thank you to not try and teach me English!" she snapped, rising from her seat. "Now, what exactly did you mean by that statement?"

Jake considered for a moment. Well, she had asked. Should he tell her how all the students and the staff viewed her? His mother had said she worked out hard, obviously proud of her figure. What would happen to her when she realized she was viewed by one and all as the ugliest female in the whole school?

"Ma'am, I'm not sure you want to hear this, but if you do, I'll tell you," Jake said, softening his voice a little. Mrs. Hall gave him a curt nod, standing with her hands on her hips.

"Well, every student in this school dreads your class, not because you make the material hard, but because you are so hard on the students. It's not in a good way either, I've had teachers that pushed me hard to do better, learn more, but you just push."

"If we give a wrong answer, you treat us like we're some kind of idiot. If we give a right answer you act like 'well it's about time one of these idiots figured something out'. It's your whole manner, you act like you're mad at the whole world, and we catch the brunt of it."

Jake was on a roll, but reigned himself in. He wanted to see how she reacted to what he had said before going on. She was waiting, had her eyes softened a little around the edges? Jake gathered his courage and mustered on.

"Mrs. Hall, its obvious you work out, I mean, I hadn't noticed it until someone pointed it out, but you take care of yourself. But despite the killer bod, the perfectly arranged hair and professional looking makeup, you're ugly!" Jake saw the shock on her face but rushed on.

"Ask anyone in the school who the ugliest woman here is and they'll say your name. It's something in you, some hate or hurt that is eating you up from the inside out like a cancer. You might look like a supermodel, but you're ugly to the bone."

Jake turned, her shocked look burned into his memory, and quietly left the room. Had he turned to look one last time he would have seen a sight that no one would believe. Mrs. Hall, the Queen Bitch, standing with slumped shoulders, tears streaming down her face.

Jake was subdued at lunch, finding it hard to concentrate on the conversations going on around him. His companions finally gave up trying to include him in their discussion, shrugging. Lana was worried; Jake seemed preoccupied by something, jumping every time the intercom made one of the numerous daily announcements.

Jake spent the rest of the day dreading a summons to the office. He was sitting in history class when he overheard two girls talking about Mrs. Hall.

"Did you see her makeup; it looked like she had been crying. It's about time someone made that bitch cry, she's made enough of us do it." The other girl laughed and changed the subject, leaving Jake to wonder.

The summons finally came, but not like he had expected. A student runner, one of a few who worked in the office for extra credit instead of taking a study hall, brought a note to Coach, pointing to Jake. Coach delivered it, telling Jake it was urgent. Jake opened it, seeing the neat small handwriting students had come to dread seeing on their essays.

"Jake, would you be so kind as to stop by my classroom before going home? I have something to say to you and I promise it will not take long." It was signed "E. Hall" in the same neat script. Underneath was a postscript, "I have not mentioned our earlier discourse with anyone, nor will I."

Jake was puzzled, surely his little speech hadn't gotten through that easily. He made it through the rest of History, and then Gym, his mind playing out all the possible endings to his tirade today. ' Way to go Jake, ' he told himself. 'Just because you've got five beautiful women sharing your bed doesn't make you Superman.'

When Gym was over he rushed to the parking lot and told the girls he had to take care of something. They wanted to come along but he told them to wait by the vehicle, he would be back shortly. He could see the curiosity in their looks as he turned reluctant feet toward Mrs. Hall's classroom.

He nervously knocked on the door before entering the room. Mrs. Hall was sitting at her desk but she rose to her feet when Jake entered the room. Jake saw she had indeed been crying, but something besides the puffiness of her face had changed.

Jake looked close, realizing she no longer looked as ugly as she had before. The lines around her eyes had softened, and her eyes themselves no longer had the hard steely look they had carried the whole time he had known her.

"Mr. Whitman, thank you for coming," she said, nervously wringing her hands. "May we sit; this will only take a moment." She gestured to two of the seats in the front row and Jake sat.

"Jacob, may I call you Jacob?" she asked quietly.

"Jake will do," he said, "All my friends call me Jake."

"Thank you Jake, I would like to be your friend too." She smiled happily, her face lighting up, causing Jake to start in wonder.

"What, what is it Jake," she asked, daubing at her eyes with a wadded up tissue and checking her hair with her hand.

"You're beautiful," Jake said, shock apparent in his voice. "When you smile like that, I mean, really smile, you're stunning."

"Thank you," she said, wiping fresh tears from her face. "I mean, thank you for the compliment, but also I wanted to thank you for making me see what I had become." She sighed, gathering her thoughts. "Jake, I had a personal tragedy take place in my life several years ago, a traumatic event that I just couldn't get over. I had been told by family, by colleagues, by my therapist, that I was letting it ruin my life. It wasn't until one of the most polite, generous, and intelligent students I have ever had the pleasure to teach called me an ugly bitch that I realized what I had become." Jake started to speak and she hushed him gently.

"No, you were right Jake. I'm not saying I'm all better now and I won't still have bad days, but you made me see what I had allowed this thing to do to me, and I thank you for that. If nothing else, maybe now I can get over this thing and get on with my life."

Jake nodded, not sure what to say. Mrs. Hall stood up, grasping his hand. "Jake I could never thank you enough for helping me see what I could not, but that doesn't mean you won't have to work for your grade in my class." The twinkle in her eye set Jake back on his heels. The Queen Bitch was teasing him. Miracles do happen!

Jake stood, a little uncomfortable at the situation. He had come here expecting to be in deep trouble, and found himself being thanked profusely for chewing a teacher out. He gave the now radiant Mrs. Hall a smile, happy to see the change in her. As he made his way to the door she called after him.

"Jake, one other thing if you don't mind, what did you mean when you said you might do me a favor? You mentioned my kids and the Swarm Invasion too, I believe, I was kind of reeling from everything else you said."

"Mrs. Hall, I know someone who has a high CAP, high enough to take several people with them. Do you know what a pre-pack pick-up is?" When she looked confused he explained, finally getting a nod. Such an arrangement was logical for all concerned she acknowledged.

"Anyway, this person is the one who pointed out to me just what overrode your physical beauty. They are putting together a pre-pack and I was sitting in class today thinking about what they said concerning you. I have an inquisitive mind, and couldn't understand how a woman with such great physical beauty could be so unattractive." Jake shrugged in apology and she patted his hand, encouraging him to go on.

"Anyway, when I came up to your desk I'm not sure what I was going to say. I just wondered who or what had hurt you bad enough you had erected such a hard shell around yourself. Then I saw the pictures of your children. We, I mean, this person I know, is interested in getting as many children out as possible, and I thought maybe you might be interested."

"Oh Jake, yes I would be, if you had asked me that before I probably would have sent you straight to the office, but now, well my babies are my life and I would do anything to get them to safety." She stared at him intently, blushing after a moment.

"Jake, can I ask you a personal question?" she asked softly. He nodded and she looked down at the floor before meeting his eyes. "Let's say, hypothetically, that you have a CAP great enough to volunteer, would you be willing, I mean, do you think that you could consider someone like me for a concubine?"

Jake was stunned. He had been thinking of suggesting his mother or father, Mrs. Hall was in her mid thirties and nearly twice his age. But could he take someone like that to be a concubine? He remembered fucking Mary and Nancy, who were both older than Mrs. Hall, and seriously out of shape. If he could get it up for them, he would have no problem with his English teacher.

Jake watched as she nervously twisted the tissue in her hands, her eyes downcast. Did he dare refuse her? Would the rejection just when she was feeling weak send her back into her shell? Did he want to reject her? She did have a killer body, and right now she was beautiful. How long would the change last, he wondered. Was it permanent, or would something send her retreating behind her shell?

"Mrs. Hall, first, let's say if I did have a high enough score and slots still open, what about the age difference? I mean, you're a knock out, no doubt, with a killer body. But you're also my teacher, and nearly twice my age. I don't have a problem with it; I've had sex with women twenty years older than you. But could you submit yourself, and that's what is required of a concubine, to me totally?"

"Yes Jake, I think I could. I mean, once we're out of here things would be different and I do know what being a concubine entails. You would be my Master. Trust an English teacher to know the root and real meaning of a word. I would be your sex slave, that's what a concubine is and always has been." Jake nodded, considering her carefully.

"But could you do it now, I mean here and now. If you can't be my concubine now, if you can't submit yourself now, how do I know you won't cause problems once you and your children are safe on board a spaceship?"

She chewed her inner cheek for a moment and then nodded. "That makes sense. So what, you want me to be your sex slave now? I mean, how would that work here at school?"

"Here at school you would be a teacher and I your pupil. Outside these walls and away from any school function, you would be my sex toy, plain and simple." Jake waited for her to absorb his words. "It's how I treat my other concubines now," he added softly. "Within the walls of our home they aren't allowed clothing. They must follow all orders completely and immediately. There are reasons for this and I will explain them all later if it comes to that, but that's the nuts and bolts of it."

"I guess we need to make this formal then," she said quietly. "Jacob Whitman, will you take me to be your concubine?"

"Yes. I would like to know your first name though."

"Oh of course, it's Eleanor, but all my friends, what few I have left, call me Elle. You may call me..."

"Whatever I want," Jake cut her off. She looked startled and then nodded.

"Of course, you're right. What should I call you, in private I mean?" Elle asked.

"Jake, although I've had girls call me God in bed," he quipped. Elle looked shocked and then blushed.

"I guess I'll have to get used to talk like that," she said, shaking her head. She went to her desk and closed it up, collecting her briefcase. "Mr. Whitman, would you be so kind as to walk me out?"

"Yes Mrs. Hall, I would be delighted. And aren't we having a fine autumn day today. The leaves are just beginning to turn; I think it will be a fine colorful season." Jake's fake accent had Elle cracking up, and the janitor, Mr. Sanchez, looking after the pair in confusion. Elle noticed, shaking her head.

"The poor man must think he's hallucinating, seeing me laugh." Jake chuckled; the look on the man's face was priceless.

It was nothing compared to the looks he got from his five concubines who waited by the family SUV. There wasn't enough room for all of them in the Mustang, so he had borrowed the four-door H3 from his parents.

To say they were shocked when he introduced Elle as his sixth and final concubine, tentatively pending a test drive and her reaction to the conditions within his home, they all stared in shock.

What really floored them was when Elle apologized to each and every one of them for being such a bitch, and asked them to forgive her and help her learn the rules of being one of Jake's concubines.

Elle agreed to come to the Whitman home after she had picked up her children. She said she could, but she would need to get one from daycare and the other two from the elementary school. She would drop them off with a neighbor who could baby sit until she returned home for the evening. Jake told her to make sure the kids were taken care of and then come to his house, taking time to make sure she knew how to get there.

The ride home was punctuated by one question after another, but Jake kept quiet. He finally told them all to stop asking about Elle, that he would tell the story to the whole group later. Della opened her mouth and he shot her a look. She grinned, and began begging him to tell them. Jake threatened to spank her and her eyes lit up. He groaned, shaking his head as they finally pulled into the drive.

As soon as they were inside the girls undressed, saying he had promised to tell them the story when they got home.

"I promised I would tell you when I told everyone else," Jake said. He'd had enough. Ordering the pouting girls into the living room he had them line up, leaning over the back of the couch with their asses in the air.

They obviously thought some sexual game was in the making, and Lana literally screamed when his hand impacted her ass with a load crack. She tried to jump up and he held her down, delivering six quick hard smacks, three to each cheek.

His mother hurried into the room, stopping abruptly when she saw what was going on. She leaned against the wall, watching as he worked his way down the line of upturned derrieres, turning each one red with his slaps.

When he had finished he stepped back, ordering them to turn around and face him. They did so and a few eyes displayed moisture. None were crying, but they all looked contrite.

"We're sorry Jake," Jasmine said suddenly. She looked up and down the line, getting nods from the other girls. "We won't do it again, if you tell us to drop a subject, we'll listen." Jake nodded and then pointed up the stairs, still silent. Lana was the last in line, she stopped and mumbled an additional apology, tears beginning to leak down her face.

"Lana, I'm going to say this once, just because I correct you for an infraction does not mean that I do not care for you or want you anymore." The others had stopped on the stairs, Bonnie at the top. They turned to look at him and he swept them all with his gaze.

"In fact, I have come to love all of you, but I will not tolerate the type of behavior you exhibited today. I don't mind a little teasing, but you all could tell I wasn't going to change my mind, and you kept it up. Don't do it again."

"Yes Jake," they chorused and he nodded, letting them continue up the stairs.

"Jake, if you're through with them, Bonnie and Jasmine have kitchen duty tonight," Mary called from the doorway. Jake nodded, telling them to put their things upstairs and return to the kitchen.

Judy pulled him aside, asking what had happened. He explained that the girls were curious about how he had acquired his sixth concubine and he told them he would tell the story once, to the whole group. They had persisted with their pleading and he had decided it was time for a lesson. Judy nodded, telling him he had done the right thing.

"Now, if I can ask without getting a paddling, who is your sixth concubine?"

"Elle Hall," Jake said with a smile. "You know, Mrs. Hall, the English teacher." Jake left his mother with her jaw hanging open, heading up and taking a shower. Della asked if he wanted his back washed, and he laughed, pointing to the bathroom.