Chapter 29

Reaching up, the fingers of his right hand met only bare skin. The minor aches that usually accompanied a quick turn in the med tube were absent. Phantom pain radiated across his chest. His left arm responded to his brain's command to check his abdomen. Dry, taut skin; he felt no injury. Small whispery sounds let him know that the med tube was opening. The lights were dimmed; somebody liked him. What he could see of the room let him know he had never been there before.

"Commander Mead?" That voice belonged to his second in command, Ensign Kampar.

Mead sat up. Ensign Kampar stood alongside Sergeant Fischer. The sergeant placed a bundle of clothes on his crotch. "What time is it?"

Kampar answered quickly. "Locally, three hours after midnight."

The infirmary ceiling soared almost two decks over his head. Stretching before he put his shirt on, Mead missed the soft popping he used to feel in his shoulders. Damn nanites had fixed it, preventing him from enjoying a lifelong comfort. For over two years, he had missed cracking his back.

Memories flooded back in his mind. "The bitch who tried to hijack my ship, is where?" Glancing back and forth, he noted that, while the ensign sported a look of concern, the sergeant seemed to have eaten the proverbial canary.

Kampar stated the news as a fact. "She's dead."

"I needed her to answer a few questions." He glanced at Sergeant Fischer. "How?"

Fischer looked to his left and then the right. "After she put three bullets in you, you fell." Fischer made his hand fall flat. "After that she put one in the blacksmith." He patted his thigh. "That made him angry. Without you there to save her, he threw one jab, a hook, and then an uppercut." Fischer mimicked the punches. "The AI calculated he hit her with over twice the force of what he had used on Corporal Diaz."

Slipping the shirt on, Mead swung his legs to the other side of the tube. Leaning down he placed both feet into the pant leg holes. Swinging his legs, he popped into the air as he pulled his pants up, both his legs at the same time. He landed on the balls of his feet. "Ta-dah!"

"Happy now?" Kampar sounded bemused.

Turning, Mead defended his action. "I haven't been able to do that since I was twelve."

"It's a guy thing," offered Fischer. "You're always told 'he puts his pants on one leg at a time'. It's up there with the 'motion of the ocean' line." Fischer put his hand over his heart. "It gives you a mental edge for the whole day."

Kampar crossed her arms. "And if he had failed?"

The men looked at each other. "Nuclear wedgie."

Ensign Kampar rolled her eyes; she needed to change the subject. "We have quarters on the fourth floor of this complex." Turning, she gestured toward the door.

"Who has the con?" Mead inquired.

Kampar slowed a step to let Mead catch up. "Foster and Gauteng are on twelve hour shifts."

"Excellent," murmured Mead.

Kampar added, "Fischer here is on call to transport back up, kick ass, and take names."

"I've enjoyed staying here serving as the ensign's adjunct," Fischer imparted, to ease the Commander's mind.

"The medical staff wants you to eat during our briefing." Kampar stepped through the opening door to leave the infirmary.

"With whom are we meeting?"

"Just the three of us sir," Fischer added.

"The ship wants to talk with me," Commander Mead informed his subordinates.

Mead slowed his pace by shortening his strides. Concentrating on the interaction with the ship's AI, he followed his ensign. Instead of an elevator, the trio stepped onto an escalator. Part of his mind became intrigued by the circular design; Kampar stepped off the escalator on the fourth floor. He followed her to the third door.

"Baby!" The high-pitched voiced ended the update from the AI. "They said you were hurt." Mead's concubine Didi grabbed him about the waist. She looked into Mead's face. "Are you OK?" Her lip quivered. Tears streamed down her face. At five-two, Didi pressed her face into his upper abdomen.

Mead used his fingers to tilt her face toward his. "I'm all right, Didi." He leaned down to kiss her. "I heard something about a meal."

Grabbing his hand, Didi led him into an adjacent space. He saw a table set for a very formal meal. Mead pulled out a chair for Didi. She sat down, patting his hand as he adjusted the chair. Reaching up, he lifted the platter cover. Smiling, he grabbed his first triangle shaped turkey sandwich. Didi had even remembered to cut off the crusts.

"Didi and turkey triangles," Mead scanned his subordinates. "What have I not been told yet?"

"You are to testify in nine hours," Kampar started. "We'll give you what facts we know and then our opinions." Mead only nodded. Kampar began her briefing.

An hour later Fischer stood. Offering his hand to Kampar, he turned to Mead. "It is not proper that I give you or your concubine orders." He smiled and winked before continuing. "Didi, you've got an hour and a half to drain the commander's 'nads." Kampar elbowed him. "He'll need at least four and a half hours of sleep. Then clean him up for the hearing."

Didi giggled. "Aye-aye, Sergeant." She tugged Mead out of his chair. The tiny woman pulled him into the bedroom. Several squeals could then be heard.

Kampar waited in the hall for Fischer to exit. "That was dirty pool."

"Com'on Ensign, he needed that." Fischer pleaded, "Besides Janet is waiting in your quarters with similar orders."

Kampar spun, sprinting up the hall to her door. She looked back at the sergeant and mouthed 'Thanks'.

Fischer walked to his room. This was all about taking care of one's officers. The door opened. A slender hand pulled him inside. After all, on such a small ship he was a quasi-officer.

Bill came to the infirmary early. He was torn. His existence dealt with preparing students to be what they wanted. His track record to this point had been pretty impressive. No matter what happened, when the med tube opened, he felt he had failed Joan.

"Colinda, is she a volunteer?" Bill's sub-vocal question was answered. Sporting a smirk, he crossed to a replicator to wait for his requested item to appear.

Light stabbed at her eyes. Opening them showed the room was very bright. Joan had to shield her view, by creating shadows with her raised hand. Mr. Jenkins came into view. He had something wrapped around his hand.

Joan reached up to discover her fate. She felt the choker. A relief swept through her. Looking at Bill, she smiled. Moisture built between her legs.

Bill reached up toward her neck. Joan heard an audible click. A cord dropped from his hand onto her chest. One end stayed firmly in his hand. She was on a leash.

"Let's go home." Bill's tone was direct.

Joan asked a simple question. "Can I put on something?"

Bill stopped. "All my other concubines had to stay naked for the first few days on the ship." He enveloped her into a hug. "This life is more than just sex. It's about family." He broke the hug, tweaking a nipple. "I want you to promise that you retest every year. I want you to keep up your education."

"Yes, Mr.-" Bill cut her off.

"You have to call me Bill now." Bill kissed her on the lips. "It wouldn't sound right in the bedroom."

Joan grabbed softly at the bulge in Bill's pants. "I think I understand." Hefting the package, she grabbed the hardening shaft. "This is something I dreamed about for years?" She reached for his zipper.

"Are you sure you're fourteen?" Bill felt he was getting in over his head. The tug at his pants stopped him. Fingers invaded his fly, easing 'Li'l-Bill' into the open.

"I really want your babies." Joan moved to grab the base of Bill's cock with both hands, leaving only four inches exposed. "Aren't they hiding in here?" Joan slipped her tongue under the head before enveloping the cock greedily. She made slurping sounds.

Looking down, Bill met Joan's eyes. "You really want to be a mother?" Joan nodded. "Easy or I'll pop-off."

Joan backed away; lines of spit connected her lips to his piss slit. She took a deep breath. "I don't want the first time to be quick." Engulfing the cock again, she attacked.

"Make me cum, then." Bill reached down to stroke her cheek. This wasn't about hammering home a mindset. Joan's actions showed him that she wanted this level of relationship. Bill sighed as he stopped concentrating. "Damn," he mumbled. He let Joan give him rush after rush until he emptied himself, unannounced. Joan never missed a beat, sucking and swallowing to his natural rhythm.

Bill started to become a little ticklish under continued attention. "Let me loose." Joan gave a quick kiss to the escaping tip. Bill grabbed her upper arms, helping Joan to stand. He kissed her. Joan invaded his mouth with her tongue. Bill slid his hand into her cleft. Joan hopped at the invasion, breaking contact with a squeal.

Bill turned. "Follow me." He placed the leash over his shoulder and headed to the door. Once through, Bill pulled Joan to walk at his side. "I had a few extra modifications done."

Joan didn't feel taller. Her tits remained their basic A-cup. "M-Bill what?"

"Since my cock is bigger than when I broke in Misty, I had your cunny made to fit me," Bill humped his hips forward, in full thrust. He kissed the top of her head. "I had the muscles there made more elastic and stronger." He groped the near ass cheek, eliciting a giggle. "I had the internal part of your clit wound around a bit to increase your stimulation."

"Mr. Jenkins," it slipped her mind to call him Bill. "What do you mean?" Joan blushed a bit.

"Normally the internal clitoris is around the vagina and the rectum," he mimicked a parenthetical hourglass shape. "You now have a triple set to replace the single set."

"Bill, I have no idea what you just said."

"Most people don't," laughed Bill. Joan remained silent. "I'm going to be a bit crude." He slipped his hand up her back. "If this butters your muffin better, Leslie wants the same fix after she has her baby." Bill stopped her. He looked into her eyes. "I talked at length with Colinda. She assured me this is where you should be." He brushed her hair out of her face. "I know you're not avoiding sponsorship." He pushed her softly toward the door of their home. "Lead me into the house to show you accept being my concubine."

"This is right, Bill." Joan kissed him on the cheek. "I'll make you proud." With that, Joan led Bill to the door. Opening the door, she met her sister concubines. "We're home."

"A leash, Bill?" Ray-ray sounded a bit angry.

Bill unsnapped the leash. "It was an object lesson." He tossed the leash into the trash. "Joan needed a reminder of her position in the new society." He hugged Joan. "Come welcome her."

The other concubines massed around Joan and Bill. It took ten minutes to make it to breakfast. Joan was promoted from older sister to new mom.

Ted and Bert played keep away with the apple jelly for the biscuits. Three-year-old Tina watched and waited, pouting. Joan intervened. "Let somebody else have some."

"You can't bo-" Bert's retort was cut short by Ray-ray gabbing his shoulder. Bert offered a mild, "We'll share." Ray-ray let go.

"T'anks Mama-Joan." Tina smiled at Joan, and then stuck her tongue out at her tormentors.

"Anybody over twelve to the bedroom," called Bill. He walked over and scooped up Joan. He whispered in her ear, "Time to break in the new equipment." Joan kicked her legs playfully.

Louis, Randy, Phillip, Margaret, Jane, and Theresa had turned thirteen since Bill publicly deflowered Misty on the Kon Tiki. The girls listened as Bill had Joan show them where the places where to tease and arouse a man. Louis, who was still exploring his bi-side, could have done a much better job, but it made Bill hard. Seeing this as a rite of passage, the girls each picked one of the boys to fondle.

Soon Joan found herself a living demonstration model as Bill allowed them to inspect her. She experienced what Joyce had once described as micro orgasms.

"Joan," Bill called for her attention. "Flip on your stomach." Joan complied. "Slide back until your feet are over the edge of the bed but your ankles are still on the bed." Bill ran a finger up her right calf. "Rise up on your knees but leave your feet like they are." She had to wriggle a bit. It took longer than she thought it would. "Ok, now let me spread your feet apart." As Bill leaned in his abs touched her ass cheeks. His hands encircled her shins. He pulled her legs apart, letting air meet the heat between her legs.

"Is that what I looked like?" It was Misty's voice. Joan remembered that they were not alone.

Something pressed against her lower lips. Broad and hot, pressure began to build. Hands grabbed her waist. Suddenly there was sharp sting and her insides were forced apart. Hair and skin pressed into butt and legs. Bill had buried himself in one stroke.

"Take it out!" Joan shouted.

"Joan, this is part of being a concubine." That was Leslie in her teacher voice.

She could feel the invader sliding out. It stopped and drove back in. Joan could not escape Bill's hands, which held her fast. Her legs were trapped to her side, useless. The invader began to saw in long, slow strokes. Discomfort began to wane. It never quite became pleasure.

Lips brushed against her ear. "Buck back into the thrusts." Salome whispered. "Use him to get off."

On the next drive in, Joan pushed against Bill. That felt better. Pulling away as he withdrew, changed the internal path of Bill's cock. It felt good. Joan worked to maintain the new frictions.

Soon Joan heard a mewing. Someone was giving a voice to her and Bill's act. She wanted to complain and almost did until she realized it was her own voice.

Salome and Misty told her the first time rarely led to a climax. What Joan felt at this moment was different from any of her previous experiences. Her butt clinched on its own. Muscles in her legs and hips stopped obeying her commands. Those muscles contracted causing her to stop moving.

"Deeper!" Joan tried to impale herself. "Mr. Jenkins!

Joan could feel her core trying to grab at Bill's moving dick. "Please!" She exploded. Her body shook. The center of Joan's universe consisted of the cock pumping away.

Bill jammed in hard. Joan could feel the cock swell and warmth powered deep inside her. Bill leaned onto her back, panting.

Her orgasm wouldn't stop. Joan could feel her inner walls desperately milking the trying to prolong her ecstasy. As the intensity began to wane, she found nothing to compare with the experience. Joan had to do this again.

When he pulled out, Joan felt empty. Hands pulled her to a sitting position. Joan was turned to the right. Bill kissed her.

"Time to clean up, Joan," Bill made the suggestion.

It was something he started recently. Joan looked at the cock that had just taken her virginity. Slick and shiny, covered in a plink slime. A few last little bits of white cum oozed from the tip. Joan removed the semen first, and then she began to clean from the base toward the top. Bill fingered her clit softly.

Once the display was finished, Bill carried her to the shower. In the water, he soaped her body and rinsed her off. He carried her to his bed. Pulling back the covers, he placed her in the bed. "Tiffany and I need to go to the hearing today." He pulled the covers up tucking her in. "Your new sisters are going to come in once we leave and start teaching how to wrap me around your fingers." Leaning in, he kissed her.

"Mr. Jenkins," Joan was suddenly a very young girl, not a concubine. "Do you think you could ever love me?"

"I do Joan." He sat on the bed. "We need to build intimacy and trust."