Chapter 10

Tiffany looked at herself in the mirror again. The stretch marks were gone and her breasts stood proud and firm. The curves from her thighs to her breasts had never been this good. Her hips out-sized her chest slightly. A gap between her legs remained unless she crossed them. She could feel muscle in her abdomen, covered by just enough fat to make it smooth and shapely. She had regained the flexibility she had lost after she had stopped competitive gymnastics. The strength in her body had increased, along with her stamina.

Two things bothered her. All her life Tiffany had sported little spots of overactive melanin. Bill left them on her, lighter than they were, yet still visible. The med check verified they were not cancerous, just hereditary. The other thing that bothered her had almost led to a mutiny.

On her left butt-cheek was a four-inch circle containing the letters WPJE. A fucking brand! Tiffany had been marked as property. There was no scar; no burnt skin; just a deep brown pigment. Every one of the concubines had one of the marks. Salome and Ray-ray's letters were light skin.

The AI explained to her that this was a requirement of the colony to which they had been assigned. Tiffany bought the explanation for the present.

Bill had left other subtle imperfections in each of the concubines. Joyce still sported a slight bump on her nose. Leslie kept the freckles adorning her face. Salome's eyes still looked a bit small for her face. Misty had had the most changes. She appeared to be seventeen. Misty's breasts were now slightly larger than Tiffany's.

Ray-ray no longer sported his belly. The muscle was still there. Bill did have him enhanced elsewhere. Ray-ray's cock now stood erect at nine inches, with a slight curve up and to the right, topped by a mushroom head. Bill also had the muscles in Ray-ray's thighs, calves, and ass enhanced. Tiffany had to admit to herself that the build of his legs and butt got her flowing more than the size of the erection. Bill had rebuilt the man to advertise to the eyes of a woman that he was a human fucking machine.

Bill now stood about six foot three, an inch below the maximum allowed for a non-military male on the colony. In terms of muscle mass Ray-ray was larger. Bill was stronger and had given himself slightly better definition. Strangely, Bill's cock mirrored the one Ray-ray now sported. Bill's was a straight nine inches long with a large helmeted head.

During the night, resistance-based exercise equipment had appeared downstairs. Ray-ray was showing some of the boys how to use it properly. His muscles began to flex, a covering sheen of sweat began to make the lights dance on their movements.

Tiffany came to the realization that she was fingering herself. She walked over to where Ray-ray was encouraging Randy and Phil. She kissed him square in his back, between the shoulder blades. He didn't respond. Tiffany grabbed an ass cheek and squeezed. "Ray-ray, you free?"

A hand reached around and took hold of her ass cheek. "What you need, Tiffany?"

"I need a good fuck, Ray-ray."

Ray-ray turned and pulled her into a kiss. He asked in a low voice, "Where and how, Tiffany?"

"I need to cum, Ray-ray." She kissed him back. Her hands slipped to his groin. Softly she cradled his package. "I need your cum too."

Ray-ray picked her up, placing her over his shoulder. Tiffany partially stifled a squeal. He walked over to a large chair in the lower level media room. Ray-ray sat down. He shifted Tiffany up. Grabbing her hips, he lifted. "Put a leg on each shoulder."

Tiffany felt the power in Ray-ray's arms. She passed her left leg over his head. Ray-ray effortlessly brought her pussy to his mouth. He stuffed his tongue into her opening. Then he slid her away. "You are ready for a good bang, Tiffany."

Tiffany responded with a whimper. Ray-ray began lowering her toward his crotch. Tiffany's legs began to spread as they slipped down his upper arms.

"I may need a little guidance here," Ray-ray called.

Tiffany felt the head tap her right at the opening. An unseen hand slipped away. Slowly Ray-ray's cockhead began to enter.

"Thanks Ted." Ray-ray called to the boy heading toward the workout area.

Once bottomed out, Tiffany came to a sudden conclusion; she was in no position to move. Ray-ray slipped his finger to her clit. He began to stroke rapidly. No matter how she squirmed, Tiffany could not get the pumping motion her cunt wanted.

"Ray-ray, please"

"As you wish, Tiffany," he replied. "Let me recline the chair."

Once the chair reclined, Tiffany moved her legs to get her shins under her. She started long slow strokes. That was something else Bill had tweaked; having a cock deep inside her felt more intense.

"Momma, momma," a hand patted her thigh. That was her boy Ben's voice. "What cha' doing?"

Tiffany couldn't think to answer.

"She's having sex with me." Ray-ray's voice was calm and clear.

Ben climbed onto the arm of the recliner. "Daddy called it boning."

Tiffany stopped. Ray-ray steadied her son, answering. "Here in this home, it is called sex. That is one way grown ups show they like each other."

"Does it feel good, momma?"

"Yes, Ben"

"Ray-ray, do you like it too?"

"Yes I do." He reached up and pulled Ben into a hug.

Karl and Kurt had come over to be with Ben.

"Ray-ray, will I ever see my dad again?"

Ray-ray glanced at Tiffany. She mouthed 'tell him.' "Ben, I don't think so son."

"Ray-ray, Dad used to make Momma cry a lot." Ben turned to look at Tiffany, then back at Ray-ray. "Ray-ray, can you be my dad?"

"Do you want Bill to feel bad?"

"No. I thought he took all the big kids as a dad."

Ray-ray hugged Ben again. "He's my friend. We share."

That brightened Ben's eyes.

Kurt came up to the other side, "That goes for us too, Daddy?"

Ray-ray looked to Tiffany with a blank stare of panic.

"Boys, doesn't Bill put his thing in your momma?" Tiffany shocked herself uttering the question.

"Yeah, Bert brought me down for some milk last night. I saw them," Kurt answered.

"Ok then, since Bill and Ray-ray share your momma, doesn't that mean that he is your dad too?" The logic was flawed but both twins were nodding.

"Guys," Ben half shouted, "let's go tackle-hug our Daddy-Bill."

They began to run to the bedroom.

"AI, warn Bill about the boys." Tiffany received no reply. She just hoped Bill was ready to be disturbed.

"Maybe I better stand up." Ray-ray offered. He stood, carrying her and never slipping free.

Tiffany wondered why. Ray-ray's vigorous thrusting into her provided an answer. Tiffany began riding harder, trying to beat him to a climax.

Bill rubbed his cheek.

"Striking your sponsor is unacceptable behavior, Leslie Jenkins." She glanced at the ceiling; the ever-pleasant AI's voice made no change in its tone.

"Jenkins?" Leslie groaned. She closed her palm. Bill retreated to the far side of the bedroom.

'Bill Jenkins do you want the concubine stunned?' The AI spoke softly into Bill's implant.

He replied sub vocally. 'That was just to get my attention. If she really wanted to flatten me I'd be on the ground.'

'You have had your basic self-defense course. I will schedule you for an advanced self-defense course during your next scheduled sleep training.'

Even though it was never part of the official sub-vocal vocabulary, Bill managed an 'un-huh.' The AI took that as an affirmative.

Bill watched the grimace fade from Leslie's face. He wanted to ask why. To question just how angry she was with him would involve the risk of using an ill-advised metaphor. What he did then was the next best course of action left.

"What have I done?"

"Many things Bill," she cocked her jaw and flexed her right hand. Maybe he should have had her stunned.

"Leslie, please tell me."

"I need to, to tell you!" He retreated when she lunged a bit. "The high and mighty lord of the pod," leaping on the bed, she cut his area to retreat in half. "To help one girl come to terms with her rape you assault another one."

Bill didn't process the statement. Leslie's gaze burned at the edges of his soul. "What?" That utterance earned him a glare that caused beads of sweat to form.

"Misty, you over-hung sex maniac."

Misty? The girl was ready and wanton. "Leslie I-"

"At least it wasn't with that weapon swinging down there, now." Leslie pointed at his erect cock.

Having Leslie be feisty was sexually exciting. Taking Misty for her first time stroked his ego almost as much as her tight little cunny stroked his cock.

He looked at Leslie, no longer clueless. He looked at the place where he took Misty's virginity. No trust, no emotion, just an expression of power made by a lust-filled bastard driven by his cock. He looked to Leslie for something -- anything -- to change the shame he felt.

Leslie offered no solace. "You were, or still are, her first crush." Bill suddenly wanted to slap himself. Cool air brushed his eyes as he opened them wide in realization. "A little blood has escaped the 'wang' and rerouted to the brain."

He wished Leslie had used a closed fist. "How can I-"

"You can't fix this, Bill. Just start over."

Leslie turned, leaving the room.

Misty avoided Bill as much as possible. Her body modification made her look like pictures of her grandmamie on the beach in Waikiki when she met granddad. Did he have any feelings for her? He was always kind to her back home.

The problem came down to want and need. Misty's fingers were sore from fingering herself. Feelings that erupted during and after an orgasm were addictive. Worst of all, if it wasn't Bill pleasuring her, it left her lacking.

Tears threatened to well up in her eyes. An arm reached around her. At first she thought it was Ms. How- no Leslie. The scent that entered her nostrils proved to be more familiar.

"Misty," the voice was the soothing one Bill used to comfort others. "Misty, I never meant to hurt you."

'Don't look', she told herself.

He swept the hair onto her back. Touching her chin, he turned her head toward him. She looked.

Gone was the overbearing visage from the other day. Instead, she saw a man, a man who looked as if he needed her as much as she did him. Placing her arms about Bill's neck, she pulled him to her. He moved closer to her. That simple act meant more than words could have. Crushing herself into his chest, she hoped he understood.

Fingers brushed her back. She sought his face with her hands. Attentively he let her guide his lips to hers. Pulling herself toward him caused them to roll back onto the bed.

Misty found herself sprawled over his torso, still engaged in the kiss. Sliding her legs to either side of his abdomen, she felt her sex stroke his abs. Sitting up, Misty's hands found the muscles of his upper arms. The new position took pressure away from her clit.

Pushing herself further down Bill's torso, she felt the cock she wanted pressing against her cheeks. Misty kissed both pecs.

"Misty," Bill whispered, "what do you want?"

She didn't answer. Misty raised her ass, sliding Bill's member toward her intended target. Once over that spot, she eased backward. The feeling of him slowly opening her up caused Misty to bury her nails into Bill's chest. Not enough to draw blood, but it kept him from thrusting home quickly.

Misty heard several soft mews emanating from her throat. Bill's forearms provided the leverage for her to sit upright. The pubic hair she felt pressed into her labia was his.

Looking down, she could see the face of the man she mounted. Any move she made was reflected there. Bill's hands moved to Misty's hips. He didn't guide or suggest motion. He just steadied her.

Misty could feel a hunger growing. "What do I do?" She wanted to cum, but never had been up here before.

"Try a few things and discover what makes you feel the best." She didn't move at all. "Let me try guiding you."

Bill lifted Misty an inch. He pulled his pelvis down slightly. Misty had to lean back a bit to maintain her balance. He dropped her while thrusting his cock upwards. Miniature orgasms fired in her essence.

"Bill, do that again!"

Repeating the process, Bill changed the angle of the lift and hip action. Misty cried in ecstasy.

"Use your thighs, Misty," Bill whispered through clenched teeth. He wasn't angry, just enjoying the ride. "Control the speed and pressure, baby."

"Will it be good for you, Bill?"

"To be truthful, the more you get off, the better it is for me."

Looking into his face, she trusted him. Experimenting she found ways to send electric shocks through her body. Further play led to discovery of ways to make Bill moan or groan.

Misty forced Bill to come first. The sensation of a pulsing member firing into her provided a new sensation. With its help, she pushed herself over the edge.

Misty released a guttural cry with her climax. Bill had to sit up and hold her as she shook violently. Her lungs pumped air in and out, fighting to keep her conscious.

Small voices broke the silence, "Daddy Bill, Daddy Bill."

Misty looked up. The Kinder patrol had been watching for a while. Surprisingly, Misty found herself unembarrassed at her predicament.

Ben spoke up, "Daddy Bill, Mom and Daddy Ray-ray said that since they made love and you loved Kurt and Karl's mom we are all family."

Misty looked at Bill as he smiled. Karl had climbed onto the bed, hugging Misty. "Guys, this lady is another mom, Misty-Mom." The other two joined the embrace.

"Boys," Bill chimed in. "Call Ray-ray Daddy," Misty caught a grin mixed in the words. "You can call me Papa."

The boys changed the target of the hug, with Kurt and Karl the most active.